#I'd smash why lie!!!!!!!!!!

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THE TAILS OF TSU'TEY AND TONOWARI. | 18+

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : do you see that pun ?? isn't it so funny ?? ^^ hahahahaahahahahahha.. okay here u go whores have sum headcanons 🙏🏼‼️‼️ (i was gonna link the jake sully one but i think everyone and their mom has seen it). this filthy asf i did not hold back. my mind ran and fell out of my ass. edit / ok the bullet points were glitching out for wari but i'm hoping it is okay now!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : MDNI, nsfw, UHMM seggsy times with blue big ass aliens idrk what else to say ?!?!? choking, overstim, brief degrading, mention of somnophilia & oral (f! receiving).

✰ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐈 :

wari knew you were drawn to his tail, for a differing amount of reasons. one of them being that it made you feel really good

and he'd be so consumed by making you feel good, because you're his girl. your pleasure tops everything for him

like his tail is so thick in and the width of it is so girthy lord

"take it like the good girl you are." he'd say as he forces you beneath him and lets his tail gravitate up your leg to where you need him most

i just see his tail acting before he can even fully think of what he was about to do

whether it is in his possessive nature, or just watching out for you

he'd totally use the width and thickness of it to his advantage come on. probably would let it lay in between your plushy thighs and press it against your throbbing clit.

"ahh" he'd say, as he would spit in your mouth - making you swallow it as you grind down on his tail.

I'm not sure how sensitive the metkayinas tails would be considering how different they've adapted to their surroundings, but i'd like to think

if you were to tug on it, it'd still elicit a deep guttural grown from tonowari

he'd fist your hair and smash your lips against his, nibbling at your bottom lip

"yeah? is all of this mine?" he'd growl, hands groping your ass and squeezing it.

wari would whisper such filth to you as his lips hover right over yours, basking in your whines and moans that waver in differing octaves.

"what's wrong, sweetheart? can't take anymore? why? oh...-" he'd let out a low chuckle. "is that it? i don't care. keep going."

his tail would be like. undeniably smooth.. so imagine thigh riding but switch thigh with tail lol!

some of y'all gonna be like wtf!! but dont lie to me ik some of u guys are eating that concept up

like him gripping your hips and pulling you up and down, other hand trailing down to press his thumb on the pearl of your clit and gently just rubs

or when you've made him fucking angry he'd use his tail as some sort of fuck toy until your legs are too sore to keep going.

like he'd give you such a condescending glare, "what? you're spent? when did i tell you to stop?"

tonowari is a beefy man, and with all that strength lordddd you're all gonna be going at it for quite some time !!

like ik for a fact he'd make you use his tail to get off until you reach the point of pure exhaustion

he'd let out a booming laugh, making you comfortable as he just towers over you

"guess it's my turn now"

and his cock would just be so ready for your cunt

and he'd coo at you as you let out something akin to a scream and a cry as your poor lil hole is finally filled with himmm and his balls would just smack at your skin lorddd

there'd be instances where you'd go on midnight swims and his tail would just curve into your waist pushing you closer to his proximity.

he'd have a wolfish grin as your chest presses into this, hands palming at every inch of your skin.

and as things get more heated, more desperate. you'd begin to tug him back to shore, to head to your shared mauri.

but he'd insist with a shake of his head, grasping below your thighs and wrapping them around his waist.

his head would dip down then, hovering over your ear. his breath making the hairs on the back of your head stand.

"how about i just take you here?" like! ok yes pls-

i can just imagine his tail sometimes pushing the ends of your hair back so he could have access to your chest, kissing you everywhere.

like not to deter but tonowari is such a boobs guy like he'd fr suck on your nipples while bucking into you real deep.

mans has such a high sexdrive like, he's going to crave you constantly. especially if he didn't have a successful hunt, or people in the clan are way to up his ass that day.

either he'd fuck you into oblivion, or just sit back and let you use him however you wish.

his tail swishes ever so slightly at the mere thought of you, that's the affect you have on him.

he doesn't know if it's possible but the next thing on his kink list is to definitely somehow choke you with his tail as he fucks you.

you'll have more than enough time together alone, (especially on your night escapades) for him to really test those, so be ready

✰ 𝐓𝐒𝐔'𝐓𝐄𝐘 :

let me just say. he'd be gripping your throat as his lips are so precise with the way they kiss yours in that very moment

and you wouldn't acknowledge it at first as he leans in closer to you. not even realising his tail that trails up your leg

but then it would tug at your loin cloth. once to check how tightly it is on. two to check the waters. 3 to rip it right off of you.

and you'd gasp in shock as the cool air hits your already wet pussy

tilting his head, a coy smirk graced his lips as his forefinger ever so softly dragged through your folds

"ah, what have i done to already make you this wet. do tell."

your hips would jolt then, desperate for more friction, for him to fill you up

the smirk would drop, tsking at you as one of his large hands would push down on your lower tummy to keep you settled

you'd take a deep inhale of breath, both your eyes following the tail that once again trailed up your leg

this time it'd wrap itself around your breasts, squeezing. it was pure erotic, back arching and everything.

the smoothness and how sleek it was, the way it pressed down on your chest - had your eyes closing in pure utter ecstasy

"that's right, use it like it's my cock. there you go, baby. yes." he'd urge you when you are having sex

he'd be very watchful of your reactions, solely just wanting to please you and make you feel good

like can you imagine at a bonfire one night, tsu'tey had gone off to get your food

you're just happily waiting for him when suddenly another man from the clan approaches, trying to seduce you to follow him to the forest

you'd respectfully declined, knowing that of his true intentions behind his words - but he wasn't seeming to go without staking a claim on you

did he live under a rock? oh no tsu-tey

tsu'teys hands are preoccupied, anger making his posture stiffen ever so more as he quickened his pace over to you

"i am taken, i have a mate. please leave before he-"

he makes himself known from behind you, balacing the food on his hands as he uses his tail to smack the wrist of the mans hand that was trying to make its way to your face

"you heard her, leave. before i take out all your teeth and beat you to-"

"tsu'tey!" you'd hiss, arms wrapping around his waist.

he'd snap out of it, glowering at the pathetic excuse of a man as he scampered off.

your cheeks flush as you realised his tail now seemed to wrap itself right above your loin cloth - an action he'd do unintentionally when feeling possessive

after your meal,, let's just say he was still starving for some more

the way he'd restrict your hand by his tail, or how the swishing motion of it would tenderly linger on your legs when he'd devour your pussy

"shhh, don't want the rest of the hunting party to you hear you. unless you do?" he'd say as he had you against a tree and completely having his way with you

i can see his tail having a mind of its own while he's asleep sometimes,, like he'd be having quite a vivid dream of you

and suddenly his tail would just be pressed against you, in a tired haze you'd try to ignore the pressure

but with tsu'tey spooning you and now unintentionally rutting against you, his tail seems to be growing in sensitivity as it curls against you

the feeling of the fur at the end of it brushing your upper thighs is what would finally jolt you awake

i can just imagine his tail trailing down the dip in your spine as you ride him, or the best part

when you'd surprise him by tugging on it

it'd happen at those times where its your turn to take control during your nighttime charades,, yk y'all like to switch it up

just a lil tug is all it takes sometimes

he'd harshly bite down on his bottom lip, "y'n" he'd let out in a low growl that makes you clench and squeeze down on his cock even more

eyes rolling to the back of his head, jaw and thighs clenching in sheer pleasure as the feeling of it equates to that of him teetering over the age of bustin

he'd definitely use his tail to choke you out when you're about to cum

i just feel like tails can do so much more than depict the emotions he is feeling at that very moment

he'd honestly use it however way you wish for him too as long as you're fine with it and it makes you feel good

like him fucking you from behind as his hands grip at your ass and his tail wraps around your hair and tug on it...??? damnnn

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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also i am sorry if this is bad </3 she was written at like 3am last night!

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|| Engagement ||

Matt Murdock x gn reader

Tags/warnings: mild angst, mild smut, meta, sorry not sorry I had to!!! 😂

As always, I adore and appreciate any comments, reblogs, etc and I'm extremely thankful to you for reading my fics!

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Matt's arms tighten around you as you lie snuggled up together in bed. He can pick up on your disconnected mood from your elevated heart rate and the way he hears your breathing change every time you think about saying something and then stop yourself.

"You know you can talk to me, if something's wrong." He says quietly.

You take a deep inhale, sighing it out as you nuzzle into his t-shirt at his shoulder. "I know," you reply, choosing to ignore the invitation to unload.

He pushes a little harder in response. "Sweetie, you've been off for a while now, you think I hadn't noticed?"

"Urgh. It's stupid."

He turns his head to kiss you on the top of your head, giving you another squeeze. "I'm sure it's not, and talking about might help? If you want."

You huff out another sigh. "I dunno, I've kind of talked it over with others but it doesn't seem to make any difference. I'm not sure it's something I can fix."

Concern washes over Matt's features. "Is– is it something I've done? Or not done?" He gently takes your face in his hands. "Sweetheart, you'd tell me if it was me wouldn't you? I'd want you to."

You smile, bringing your hand up to stroke through his soft, messy hair. "Of course I would, and no it's nothing you've done, so don't fret."

The worry melts from his brow. "Alright, but c'mon, try me. I'm sure we can do something about whatever it is that's got you down."

"Well… it's work related. I'm not getting anywhere near as much feedback on my stuff as I used to. You know how in the creative sector we kinda thrive on others sharing our work to bring it to the attention of others? I've been feeling for a while now that the sense of community that we had has just sort of disappeared. People don't seem to want to interact that much with what we make."

Matt groans. "Baby, is this about the lack of reblogs on Tumblr again? "

You can't help frowning. "It is." You admit.

He smiles and rolls over to cage you underneath him. "I could make you forget about it, for a while at least?"

"Matty!" You push him off with a frustrated sigh. "Are you honestly trying to distract me with sex? You know how important this is to me."

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't mean to trivialise the issue, I just thought I could take your mind off it, maybe make you feel better."

"So kind and selfless of you…" you smirk as he starts to kiss along the column of your neck.

"I try." He smiles. "Anyway, you were saying? And I'm gonna keep kissing you."

"Fine. Okay, so I know that I should create for myself and not for other people…"

"But it's nice to get some recognition, right?" You nod as Matt holds himself over you again continuing to make his way down your neck towards your collarbones.

"Right. I really do appreciate the likes, but if people are just 'liking' my work without sharing it, that means it just ends up dead in the water. No-one else really gets the chance to enjoy it."

"Any idea why they are not sharing?" Matt asks, lightly stroking your side.

"I dunno, maybe they're not familiar with how the site works, that it doesn't have an algorithm? Maybe they're embarrassed to let other people see what they're looking at? Especially if it's something a bit risqué."

Matt hums. "Yeah but didn't you tell me before that they could just create a sideblog that's not associated with their main account, and reblog things they like using that and no one would be any wiser?'

"Exactly! And anyway, it's not like everyone doesn't enjoy looking at and reading porn…"

Matt lifts his head up, a slight sly smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. "Mm true. So what else are you sad about?"

You sigh again. You can't seem to stop yourself.

"Well, people aren't commenting on works either. There's rarely any discussion, I mean even just a manic keyboard smash would be amazing for an artist to see in their notifications, but there's barely even that anymore. Commenting on a stranger's fan works is so much fun, it can really bring people together!"

"That's how a great community grows isn't it?" Matt asks you.

"Yep, and you end up making so many friends you would never have thought. I miss that aspect of it a lot."

Matt's swiftly moving down to lavish attention over your chest, and you momentarily lose your train of thought as his lips brush over your nipple. "And have you brought people's attention to this problem?"

"Of course! Many other creators have explained why reblogs and sharing are so important in eloquently written PSAs, but I guess that the target audience must not see them because they're perhaps only looking at the stories and fanart from tags and they maybe don't see the other dashboard posts. I dunno."

Matt starts to lick an achingly slow intimate path down your stomach and you feel heat spreading throughout your body, your heart rate now elevated for quite a different reason. Then suddenly, he stops.

"Have you thought about maybe incorporating the message into one of your creations? Maybe that might reach the intended audience better."

You close your eyes as you consider the idea. He shifts further down the bed and you allow him to spread your thighs apart and slot his shoulders inbetween.

"Mm, well… that's- actually that's a good idea. I mean, it can't hurt to try, can it? You're the devil on my shoulder Matty."

"Exactly. But leave it till tomorrow sweetheart. Right now this devil wants to make you feel good."

You bite down on your lip as he flashes you a smoldering look before ducking down to make good on his promise.

[murdertoothpick]

i'm taking this moment—

Silco x fem!Reader | w/c: 2070

Warnings: some jealously, oral (f receiving)/cunnilingus, fingering, closet sex, biting, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: yes im back but no promises with what im back with. this has been in my drafts for ages. not fully proofread bc i just wanted to get it out there. for now have this.

Your face hurts. Your body too—with the heavy dress weighing on your shoulders, and the scratchy faux jewels that embellish said dress—and your feet, strained in these god-awful heels that threaten you within an inch of your life every time you step forward. Fortunately for you, Silco has proven to be very effective in helping you maintain your balance by offering his arm for support, as well as being good company. Unfortunately, he seemed to have disappeared, and you're stuck talking to some topsider that doesn't care what a wink you say so long as you keep smiling and laughing with him. Yeah, your face hurts a lot.

And it doesn't help that this man has the most punchable face you've ever had the obvious displeasure of looking at.

Behave. Silco's reminder rings in your head. You're here so that he can keep good graces with the Piltovans—taking their greatness as his, and making sure that they do not intervene with his control in Zaun. So why is it that you're having the unpleasant conversations, batting your eyes at men who have far too much bravado for their brains to know what to do with. It's a surprise you haven't downed your entire glass of champagne yet.

'Say, what's a pretty girl like you hanging around sumprats for?'

You had forgotten that you also grew out your nails for this event. Your fist balls at your side, manicured fingertips digging into your skin as you refrain from yelling obscenities at this man and his audacity. You're appalled by his Piltovan-hubris and further baffled by the ignorance of this man - far too privileged to know that people cannot move to Piltover as they please, not that you would want to. But still, surely the council has more to offer than the man that doesn't seem to know the regulations he has a hand in approving.

Gritting your teeth behind a feigned smile, you respond. 'I'd hardly expect you to be a better company,' you joke, though there is no lie in your quip.

The man raises his arms in mock surrender, receiving your words the way you concealed them. He grins disgustingly, only emboldened by your attitude. 'Now there,' he laughs almost tauntingly, 'I only meant it as a compliment.'

That earns him an eye roll. 'Can't say the same,' you return, raising your glass to the jest and smiling into its narrow rim as you take a sip. But as you pull the drink away from your mouth and feel his fingers slide against yours around it, it takes everything in you to not smash the glass over his head.

Again, the audacity.

You don't protest as he takes the glass from your hands, but your mouth falls agape as he downs the rest of your drink and discards your cup. Is he expecting you to swoon at his bawdiness?

'What th—'

He offers his hand to you. You stare at it blankly. 'Let's start over. Salo, and you?'

—are about to tell him to shove his slimey fingers up his frivolous-looking a—

'Silco, charmed,' he interjects, an arm crossing the space in front of you to shake hands with your company. The other loops behind your back, squeezing your waist in a silent greeting. 'Darling,' he drawls, both eyes regarding Salo with no sign of impress or genuine intrigue towards your companion, 'You didn't tell me you've already made friends.'

'It's been a pleasure,' you retort coldly, not caring to stroke the man's ego any further than you apparently have.

Still, Salo doesn't get the hint and is rather emboldened by Silco's presence. 'Your lady has been keeping me very entertained,' he responds, a painfully obvious attempt to look you up-and-down paired with his words.

'Oh? Has she now?' Silco, smug as ever, raises his eyebrow at you, 'Have you been holding out on me, dear?'

You can feel your jaw clench under the pressure of the smile you are maintaining.

'Well, I—'

'I sure hope not,' Salo interjects, cutting you off rudely, 'Gods know how many men - or women! - I don't judge'—he winks at you and you roll your eyes when his returns to Silco—'are dying to get their hands on something like her.'

'You know, I really think we should get going,' you urge irritably, tugging at your date's sleeve. Your eyes meet his in a silent 'help me out here' and then widen to communicate a threatening urgency to him. As if to say that if you don't leave this instance, you will be dislodging your nails into Salo's eyes. Silco gets the message.

'I'm afraid she's right,' he smiles dashingly, eyes full of fondness. 'We have a little one at home,' he begins to apologise to Salo, excusing the both of you from the conversation and hopefully, the rest of the night.

'Nonsense!' he exclaims with a laugh, 'It was a pleasure mee—'

'Pleasure was all ours,' you rush, already pulling yourself and Silco away from that pretentious douche as fast as you can—not caring for your insincerity, not that Salo knew any better. Your feet scurry out of the ballroom, pulling you and Silco into an empty hallway.

'Darling,' he begins, 'Might I say—'

Silco grunts with the sudden impact of his back to the wall, the rest of his sentence morphing into a low groan with the way you push him backwards with forceful lips on his.

He entertains your eagerness for a moment, pushing back. 'C'mon darling,' he groans against you, mouth refusing to fully separate from yours. 'Let's get out of here.'

You're absolutely giddy with your ungraceful escape, hands snaking down to tug at Silco's belt with intent and refusal against his suggestion. 'Nuh-uh,' you chide, 'We can have fun right here.' Your hands fumble at his hips clumsily, as if you were teenagers both horny but unable to stop giggling.

‘Surely we can have fun in behind one of these doors,’ he suggests, knocking just to the side of the wall behind him, where there conveniently happens to be a door. ‘And look!’ he gasps dramatically, hand twisting around the handle, ‘It’s unlocked.’

You roll your eyes as he opens the door, walking past his outstretched arm in an exaggerated show of chivalry. 'We do this all the time at home,' you sigh, 'Can't we do something a bit more...indecent.' While you love the rendezvous you have with Silco at The Last Drop, this gala presents you with a fine opportunity to be naughty.

The door closes, prompting you to turn back to Silco as he makes use of its lock. When he faces you, his eyes narrow, capturing yours as he stalks over to you. He chuckles darkly.

'I'd be happy to defile you on every surface of this building—the whole fucking city—if you can prove to me you can be quiet.'

You inhale a steady breath as Silco lowers himself.

Ah. Only behind closed doors are you given the pleasure of seeing the Eye of Zaun drop to his knees so willingly. It's really a testament to your power over him.

He brushes slender fingers up your bare leg through the slit of your dress, your heart rate picking up against his unhurried movement towards your arousal.

'That pretty boy—What was his name?'

'Salo,' you grit, drawing in a shallow breath.

'Salo.' He tastes the name on his tongue, a bitterness in his tone. 'He's been gawking at you all night.'

'Hmm.' So he noticed.

His hand stops, too close to where you want him but not yet there.

'But he's not your type? Is he?' You shake your head at his question but he pushes on, not satisfied. 'Why not? He's pretty. Rich. Powerful—'

You scoff, cutting him off. 'He doesn't know power.'

He seems to be in agreement, though wants to hear more of your stance. The hand that presses against your thigh becomes a slight indication for you to continue as it remains unmoved.

'Elaborate.'

And the timbre of that voice. Yeah, that too.

'He's arrogant. Salo holds no true power—none over Zaun or even Piltover. Rich, sure, but he's never worked for anything. He might have a pretty face—'

A pinch to your thigh, your leg jerks at the pressure.

'Careful,' Silco warns.

'But you...' you can't conceal your grin as you hold Silco's upwards-turned gaze, knowing that this is how you get what you want. 'You... are devilishly handsome...'

'Wicked girl,' he comments.

'Rich. Powerful. Striking. And you know what else?' He quirks a brow and you drop your voice, a smirk tugging at your lips. 'He could never satisfy me like you do.'

A beat of silence. You swear the temperature rises. And then—

It's the sound of your yelp that cuts through the air of the closed space as determined hands separate your legs, forcing one of them over his shoulder. The skirt of your dress parts with your thighs, allowing Silco closer access to where you need him as he comfortably settles in between them. While the change in pace has you startled, you are not complaining.

'Hush, darling,' he croons, splaying a hand over the exposed thigh resting languidly over his shoulder, 'we wouldn't want to be kicked out of this fancy party too soon, do we?'

Well, not before you get off.

'—Not before I get to defile you on every surface in here. Like I promised.'

Oh right. Definitely not before that.

You shake your head at him, pointedly not responding with a sound but instead grinding your hips in a silent plea.

'Patience, girl.'

And then he inhales. You shudder as his nose presses against your panties, earning him a whiff of your cunt as he balls the fabric of your dress in his long fingers.

'Please...' you whimper, though it's barely above a whisper.

He flattens his tongue along your still-clothed cunt, then presses harder, as if your panties weren't soaked already with your arousal alone. Salivating. Tasting you.

It's not enough. For you or him.

A forgotten hand of yours snakes itself through his hair, parting the gelled strands, mirroring your dishevelment. Then, a tug.

Again, a silent plead. Please.

A hum in return. Okay. A tug of your panties, then a snap against your skin. A contained yelp from you. A 'you asked for this' as he frees you of the scrap of fabric.

There is no teasing this time when he pounces on your cunt. No warning as two fingers breach your opening and slide in with ease. None as his tongue, wet and wanting, separates your folds, lapping at the arousal already spilling out of you, and you—despite his desperation matching yours—aren't allowed to make a single noise even as he groans shamelessly against you, indulging in your sex.

You try to stay quiet, you really do. But for every dart of his tongue, every push of his fingers, every grind of your hips against him, there is a gasp, a squeak, an apology to every tug on his previously elegantly styled hair.

A beg for more, more, more.

And he is the one to indulge you. To make you cum as his tongue finally latches onto your clit; grinding, pushing, sucking on the delicate bud. A sensitivity that makes your toes curl in those absurdly uncomfortable shoes, numbing you in a state of euphoria rather than the strain of Piltover's exhibitions.

The obscene noises caused by the man between your legs are more telling than your whimpers; those high-pitched noises becoming echoes of your suppressed moans. And the noises echo, unwavering almost as his tongue laps and laps again, pushes against your clit, between your folds, even teasing your entrance despite the two fingers slick with your arousal with every push against your walls. Pushing and pushing until you're falling over the edge, only able to stifle your moans by sinking your teeth into the flesh of your own arm.

Well, nothing you can't survive.

And even if you do make a sound, Silco will just have to punish you. In which neither of you are particularly averse to. Especially not with his promise to take you on every clean Piltovan surface, leaving his mark as the king of its underworld with his queen at his side. More likely, you under him.

If you thought the night was long before, it's about to get delightfully longer.

[xxbottlecapx]

I liked your post about Steve having focal seizures and Eddie figured it out because he happened to be familiar with them because of past experiences, but tbh Robin seems like she could also be someone who could pin that down. We've seen her talk about medical stuff before, specifically with the rabies rant, but I'd like to think she often looks at conditions and she finds them morbidly interesting. Can I get a version where Robin is the first to notice? I'm thinking Billy caused them, but they happen seldom until the Russians make them worse, so she notices something but doesn't piece together that he's not just being stupid until after the Russians, but you can decide how you want to do it if you even decide to

You are absolutely right. I’m not entirely proud of how this came out but this is what I got, I hope it’s okay 💜💜

1985 scoops ahoy, before the fire. 

Robin didn’t know much about Steve Harrington. 

Well, that was a lie. She was a people watcher, after all. Robin knew a lot about Steve Harrington. She knew he had been the self proclaimed (Tommy-proclaimed) King of Hawkins High. That is, until Billy Hargrove smashed his face in and Steve started rolling around with a band of middle schoolers. His downward spiral had started with Nancy Wheeler and ended with Billy Hargrove (and Jonathan was, she had been told, somewhere in the mix.) 

Steve was bad at school but good with people, bad at reading but good at speaking, bad at instruments but good with sports. Good at making friends but bad at keeping them. 

He had graduated alone. No one was there with him when he left Hawkins high that final time. As far as Robin was aware, no one seemed to care when he left at all. Robin only noticed because she was a people watcher. She liked to know things. She liked to know things about people in any way she could. At first it had just been her wanting to mimic whatever it was that King Steve did that made Tammy Thompson like him, but it quickly became a fascination. She couldn’t even tell you why. But the longer she watched him, the more intrigued she got. Especially after Billy Hargrove. 

Either way, no matter what she did or did not know about Steve Harrington; The Steve Harrington she knew of from highschool was definitely not the Steve Harrington that applied to Scoops Ahoy. 

“Hi, uh, I’m- Steve,” The King Steve said. He was wearing the proper Scoops Ahoy Gear, but his hat was one backwards. 

Robin hadn't been told she was getting a new coworker. Yesterday, Daksha seemed absolutely fine. But today she was gone. And in her place was the former King Steve, in all his lack of glory. 

“What about Daksha?” Robin said instead of greeting him in kind. He hadn’t been a nice guy. Never picked on her specifically, but Tommy sure did. 

Steve doesn’t seem miffed by her deferral. 

“Who?” 

Robin rolls her eyes, grabs his hat to put it on him correctly, and hands him Daksha’s scooper. It was bright pink, bedazzled. She expected some sort of denial but Steve only holds the scooper so stiffly she thinks he might break the handle. 

“I’m Steve.” He blinked rapidly. 

Robin crossed her arms, leaning against one of the tubs of icecream that she liked to steal from when her manager, Kanan, wasn’t looking. She wondered if he would tell on her. 

“Yeah, I know” 

“Sorry, sorry, who-“ he squinted at her, then shook his head and pulled in his shorts. They were definitely too short for him. “Who are you?” 

Robin thinks about the name tag on her shirt in bright teal. “Moira.” 

“Nice. Uh. What do I do?” Steve takes it in stride, wandering around the room without any deemed purpose. He swallows hard once, twice, and follows Robin as she opens up shop. She makes him sweep the floor three times and he doesn’t complain once. 

Eventually, she has to turn the closed sign around. “Use that Harrington charm to get more tips.” She tells him when he just blinks at her some more. “I’ll handle scooping for now.” 

Robin is a people watcher. She learns that a few things on her Steve Harrington list need an upgrade. 

The Steve Harrington from Scoops Ahoy was nothing like Steve Harrington from Hawkins High. For one thing, that Harrington charm? Didn’t exist anymore. 

This is how the You Rule, You Suck board is born. 

“Why’s there a scar in your head?” She asks him, about a month into working together. 

“Uh- got in a fight.” Is all she gets. She stares at his shaking hands, and doesn’t mention it again. 

She doesn’t have to, it seems, because the middle schoolers that follow Scoops Steve around like a flock of confused ducklings are very quick to sing his praises. 

“You know Billy Hargrove?” Dustin asks one day. He’s hiding in the break room with her. A dude had been hitting on her for weeks so whenever she sees him, Steve takes his order and Robin flees. She sits on the table and stares intensely on the bundle of bananas right next to her. They’ve become Steve’s favorite food. 

“Who doesn’t?” She says in answer. Robin was, after all, still in school. 

She hasn’t known Dustin long, and she doesn’t really understand how or why Steve likes him so much, but she does know that Dustin can talk for hours. 

“I heard you asking Steve about that scar on his head. Billy, he had a thing against Lucas dating his sister,” Dustin starts, and Robin sighs before hanging herself half off the table despite her clear interest. She couldn’t let Dustin find out he had gotten her attention. 

“Because Lucas is black, so Max and I and Lucas were hiding at his house- for unrelated reasons, and Steve had to fight Billy or Billy was gonna kill Lucas.” 

Robin sits up so quickly she almost throws up. 

“It wasn’t good. Billy slammed his head in the ground a lot and hit him with a plate. We thought Steve was dead but then Max drugged Billy so we got out all right.” Robin isn't even able to process that information before Dustin is walking out the backdoor that leads to the theater. “I don’t even think Steve went to the hospital after.” 

It’s that last line that makes Robin look just a little bit harder, later in that day, when Steve’s hand is trembling too much for him to write on the chalkboard. 

And that faint fascination that Robin had previously had on King Steve quickly hopped like a flea on to Scoops Steve. 

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There are many things that Robin knew about Scoops Ahoy Steve. 

She knew he had a favorite scooper- one that was just a little larger than the rest, with a different type of handle. Easier to hold, he said. 

She knew he couldn’t read what was on the menu, and that when she made him write their Scoop Of The Day on the chalkboard, the words didn’t always make sense (sometimes there wouldn't even be letters, just scribbles). 

She knew he couldn’t charm a girl to save his life, and sometimes when he spoke, the words didn’t make sense. She knew that sometimes his hands couldn't grab things (usually only for a minute at a time) and he liked to stare into space until she had to wack him upside the head.  

She also knew that Scoops Steve was very likely her best friend. Robin of a few months ago would have rioted at the very thought. But he was funny, and really nice, if a little confusing sometimes. He loved his little gremlin children and let her talk about her favorite interests that no one else was interested in (like zoonotic diseases, the differences in grammar structures in certain languages, and the central nervous system) 

Like Dustin said; A little dumb, slow on the uptake, but kind. 

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Robin knows a lot about Steve Harrington. Things that she knows no one else knows. 

She knows that he purposefully harassed the Russian guards so they would beat him instead of her. She knows he spent his senior year fighting monsters, probably also did it before that. She knows that for all that confidence Steve exudes, he is achingly lonely. She knows that despite Steve not knowing anything about the queer community, his first instinct isn’t to belittle her, but to crack jokes to make her laugh. Even high off his ass, his immediate response was to try and make her feel better. The popular, rich, straight white guy treated her better in that moment than anyone else she had ever met. 

Most of all, she knows what it feels like to lay bleeding in an underground Russian bunker and believe, if only for a second, that Steve is dead. 

1986, Family Video, before Vecna. 

Robin grabbed a Terry’s Bitz bar from the candy section up front and tore into it. She hadn’t been able to eat at school. Every once in a while she would somehow get reminded of the Russian elevators and all that untapped trauma would leak out of her. Steve was, at this point, her emotional support human, and she really wished he hadn’t graduated, just like that guy Eddie Munson in her band class. She doubted she would ever get to talk to that one, though. 

She could hear Steve mumbling where the fuck am I? At the register before turning around and ducking under the register to grab at a fallen tape. 

“That one goes in the aisle with the pink stickers.” Robin reminds him. She had put small colorful stickers on each row of shelves because Steve had a hard time distinguishing what she wanted if she just said aisle three. 

Steve stared into space for a moment before nodding and walking that way with the tape, his left hand making a fist, relaxing, making a fist again. 

As always, Robin follows Steve around even when she isn't scheduled to work that day. It just means she gets to hang out with her best friend and laugh at him when he has to organize shelves by himself, taunting him about her Freedom. She does her biology homework behind the counter, staring at a map of the musculoskeletal system. 

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There are a lot of differences between Scoops Ahoy Steve and Family Video Steve. 

Scoops Ahoy Steve couldn’t write legible sometimes, maybe 2 times a week. Family Video Steve couldn't write anything legible sometimes too, but five times a week instead of 2. Robin knows because she’s counted. 

Scoops Ahoy Steve didn’t get migraines (only headaches). Family Video Steve did. Scoops Ahoy Steve didn't throw up three times a week the way Family Video Steve did. Scoops Ahoy Steve didn't see the need to join Robin’s Yoga class offers the way Family Video Steve very easily caved into it. 

Don’t get her wrong- there are good differences, too. Family Video Steve will casually joke about her stealing his dates in a way Scoops Ahoy Steve didn't. Family Video Steve shared secrets with her, was more patient, acted less like a mom and more like an annoyed brother. Family Video Steve could admit he had a massive crush on the guy that ran the Hellfire club, who he's never talked to since he only sees him when he picks Dustin up (and of course, pretends to hate him). Family Video Steve, somehow, was even more of a best friend than Scoops Ahoy Steve. 

And Robin was a people watcher. That faint fascination she had taken to King Steve was now focused full-fledged on Family Video Steve. Her best friend. Her favorite person in the world, who sometimes forgot where he was, sometimes had bouts of confusing emotions he didn’t know how to deal with, moments where he struggled getting words past his lips, and trembling hands and legs that sometimes made him drop the tapes he organized at Family Video. 

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I tried to get Steve to help me with my math homework, she had heard Dustin say. but I don’t know what this says.

You could have asked me, doofus. Steve can’t write for shit. Was Erica's reply. 

Robin knows that they don’t know that Steve heard them. This is also how she knows that it must be a bad day. Steve can write, she’s seen him do it, it’s just hard on other days. And his emotions can make things worse. She knows it’s going to be a bad day not because of Steve’s writing, but because she knows he heard Dustin and Erica say it. 

Robin was a people watcher. She knows that Steve’s picked up on whatever it is that changed him. Maybe he hadn’t, before the Russians, but she did. She knew him before the illegal drugs and head trauma that changed Scoops Steve to Family Video Steve. When she looked back, and remembered King Steve, even more differences were apparent. 

Despite the party’s claim that they were all baby geniuses, none of them have picked up on it. It didn’t make sense. But then Robin tried to think harder, use her deduction skills. 

Steve had protected these kids for years. They called him their mother. Children often can’t find fault with their parents. Sure, the party was old enough to start seeing it, but trauma can affect young minds in really confusing ways. It was very possible that the upside down had hurt their little group of freshmen (and Erica) in ways they couldn’t see. OCase in point- their protector, Steve, was different now. It’s possible they were, deep down, afraid of what it would mean if there was more change added to their traumatically changing lives. Steve was a pillar to them. More of a hero of stories than man.

So she tries to give them a pass. She really does. But she sees the look on Steve’s face when Dustin says it. Steve would never admit it, but Dustin and Erica were his favorites. Robin knew that what they thought mattered more than anything. Anyone else making jabs at Steve’s intelligence washed off him like he was covered in healthy duck feathers. And Steve wasn’t an idiot the way they thought he was. Your ability to hand-write or speak didnt dicacte your intelligence. They were just teenagers who hadn’t been taught that yet. 

Dustin and Erica weren’t inherently malicious. She knew they weren’t. She would just have to find a way to show the party that Steve wasn’t an idiot.

Of course, only three days later, a cheerleader dies in a drug dealer's basement, and her whole world is torn apart. 

1986, Borders Book Store, after Vecna. 

Robin couldn’t take it anymore. On her day off, she rushes to the library, which had very narrowly escaped the Vecna-induced earthquake. It had taken 2 weeks to kill him properly, but they had done it. That didn’t mean the town was allowed to quickly forget, though. 

Luckily for Robin and Steve, so many people moved away that there were multiple job casings still open. This was good because Steve got fired 2 times and whenever Steve got fired, Robin left too. Despite his very clear pros (like being a chick magnet) other places of employment didn’t fit him. 

Anyways. Robin checks herself into the cramped biological sciences section. She takes out a list of symptoms written on ratted yellow lined paper from her back pocket, and she starts to read. 

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“What?" Steve replies, later, when she comes to him with an improvised list and a stolen library textbook. 

“Please, just listen.” She begged. They were on the floor, behind the counter of their current workplace. Sometimes if the streetlights were flashing, they’d get too scared to go home and just spend the night here. “It explains everything.”

“I can't- no, Robin.” He crossed his arms, then held himself in a tiny ball. His shoulders hunched in on themselves. “I know what a seizure looks like.” He whispered. 

“You know what one type of seizure looks like.” Is Robin’s rebuttal. “There are so many different kinds.” 

Steve swallowed hard once, twice, his left hand clenched and unclenched a few times. He nods, and lets her open the book. 

And öh, but of course, Sources 

Steve’s favorite food being bananas comes from this site, sometimes bananas help with epileptic seizures https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5855373/

Some of Steve’s symptoms come from here https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/seizure/symptoms-causes/syc-20365711

Some tips for what to do when someone has a seizure https://www.nationwidechildrens.org/conditions/seizure-care

One of Robin’s special interests is the central nervous system,  which houses the brain, which is typically where seizures come from/originate. https://kidshealth.org/en/teens/brain-nervous-system.html

80’s Candy references, I cant promise you these were available in Indiana so just ignore that if they weren’t https://www.eightieskids.com/greatest-chocolate-bars-1980s/5

Steve’s spasms in his hands during seizures are caused by the connection of the brain to the musculoskeletal system, https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/14526-musculoskeletal-pain 

Steve self-rehabilitates himself with Yoga, it's a recommended exercise use for seizure patients https://lonestarneurology.net/blog/physical-activity-in-epilepsy/

I don’t know how libraries work since I’ve never been to one so if there’s inaccuracies, ignore it 

And of course, If my interpretation of a focal seizure is inaccurate, I do apologize. this one was a bit more general in the 'brain damage' section, though.

[blueicequeen19]

Backed into a Corner

⚠️ This is pure filthy, CNC smut. Read at your own risk. You are responsible for what you read & your triggers ⚠️

Summary: I couldn’t deny the growing sexual tension between Rafe and I. He was everything JJ wasn’t and I was so turned on by it. I wanted him but I wanted him to take it.

“I know you want me.” Rafe looks me up and down, causing me to shudder. I wanted to hide from his intense gaze.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on Earth.” I lie. My body knows it’s a lie.

"I heard you were a good lay but you can’t trust everything you hear. I want to feel your pussy." Rafe says, rounding the desk after me.

"Go to hell." I snap and he reaches for my skirt.

"Is that what you call your tight little pussy?" He smirks.

"Stop it, Rafe!" I slap him and he smiled. I backed away and ran into the desk in his fathers office.

"I'm going to fuck you and you're going to like it." Rafe's voice was steady as he moved towards me. I turned to run but he caught me, spun me around, then slammed me down onto the desk. My tits smashed against the wood as Rafe used his free hand to swipe everything off it to the floor.

“Your safe word is ‘Mercy’, understand?” Rafe says softly into my ear. I nod quickly, my every fantasy coming to life.

"Rafe, don't!" I cried as his fingers began caressing my pussy through my panties.

"I've always wanted to fuck a school girl." Rafe said, lifting my skirt and biting my ass cheek harshly. I whimpered as his fingers toyed with my panties again.

"You're fucking soaked. You want me to fuck you." Rafe smiled against my thighs and I squeezed them together. He landed a harsh smack to my ass and I yelped.

"Keep them open or I'll tie them open." Rafe growled and I opened my legs back up. His hand tightened around the back of my neck as he slipped my panties down, rubbing a finger through my soaked wetness.

"Rafe, please. I can't." I begged and he only chuckled.

"You can. And you will." I was practically on my toes shaking in anticipation. His finger suddenly sunk into me as far as it would go and I cried out. He added another finger as mine dug into the desk to brace myself.

"Rafe!" I cried as his fingers continued to slip in and out of my soaked pussy.

"I know as soon as I let you up, you'll run so this will have to do for today." I gasped as he fisted my hair fumbling with his shorts. A moment later I heard them hit the floor and his dick was being pushed into me not too gently. I opened my mouth but he yanked me upright and covered my mouth with his hand.

"As much as I'd love to hear you scream for me, you're gonna have to keep it down this time." I braced myself on either side of his hips as I felt myself stretch to accommodate his length. He was thicker than JJ.

Rafe eased out slightly and rammed back in, forcing me to adjust to his size. It felt like he was in my stomach. I felt so full. I whimpered against his hand as he buried his face in my neck. His free hand moved from my waist to my top as he yanked my tits free and toyed with each nipple. I tightened around him and he growled.

"Stop doing that." Rafe snapped and I groaned against his hand as he started moving. My hand came up to grip his arm as he fucked into me ruthlessly, slamming me into the edge of the desk with each thrust.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I can see why Maybank is obsessed. God damn." My mind wondered to what would happen if JJ walked in and just stood there and watched. I clenched down again as an orgasm threatened to erupt from me and Rafe shoved me back down on the desk.

"You like that, huh? The thought of two guys claiming this pussy at the same time? I knew you were a whore. You want all your holes filled.” Rafe growls and I cry out against the wood of the desk, panting angrily.

"JJ is—god—better." I pant and Rafe slams into me harshly, my thighs aching from hitting the desk repeatedly.

"What did you fucking say?" Rafe snarled, smacking my ass hard as his cock dragged against every nerve inside me.

"You heard me." I growl back and he laughs loudly, smacking my ass again.

"You're about to cum. I can feel it. Let me have it, whore. Cum on my cock.” Rafe slammed into me again and the pleasure was unbelievable. I couldn't take it. Tears sprung to my eyes as I hung on the edge of the cliff. I'm suddenly thrown off it with a scream when his thumb rams into my ass, jamming into me repeatedly while he fucks me.

"Stop! I can't take it anymore. It's too much." I cry, tears running down my face from the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life. Rafe suddenly yanks free and shoves me down onto the floor. I barely manage to sit up right when he's jerking his cum onto my face and chest. I gasp as it splatters, thick and hot, on me while he groans loudly. I barely have a moment to register what just happened when he digs his phone out and takes a picture of me covered in his cum.

Rafe smiles proudly as he yanks his pants back on and slicks back his hair.

"Tell Maybank I said hi." Rafe says, leaving me alone with the mess he made.

[raayllum]

Hey! In retrospect, this might be kinda obvious to some, but I was just thinking about the scene early in Season 4 where Callum recalls the fact that he's destroyed multiple powerful magic objects/artifacts and I realized that that scene was probably meant to highlight/make it hit harder later in the season when Callum can't do the same thing to the cube and I got excited lmao

So I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about what gets lamp shaded / referred back to specifically in S4 and possibly why, re: exactly what you pointed out, dear nonnie, in 4x02 (which made me Yell the first time around because I loved it as a lamp shade), as well as Rayllum's scene on the Pinnacle in 4x05. So why not talk about about them? If you are curious about more on Callum's "breaking magical objects" pattern I'd recommend this meta as well as this one, although there shouldn't be too much repetition here

Let's go

4x02 - Accidentally on Purpose

Including this shot because it has the Ocean-Star rune combination for the cube, my beloved.

The primal stone, Ethari -> Rayla -> Callum's pendant, and the Moon Henge all shudder. The mirror, too, will shortly be broken, although by Aaravos' own hand rather than Callum's (at least, not directly). This line and pattern also underscores one of Callum's key flaws, as his impulsive flippancy ("'It's the winter lodge, Rayla, no winter no humans' ugh" / "He tried to copy Claudia's lightning spell, but he doesn't know how to finish it!") when it comes to magic is ultimately related to how Selfish he can be. He, like many characters in TDP, can tunnel vision so hard he doesn't see or fully consider the possible consequences of his actions, but I do think Callum has a thread of like internalized focus that makes it stem from selfishness (more akin to perhaps Claudia and Viren) than it does shortsightedness/shame (Rayla) or inadvertent steamrolling (Claudia, Ezran).

For Callum, just knowing magic isn't enough. He's always focused on how he can use it.

"I just don't want to be useless," he said (S2 novelization, set during he and Rayla's late night talk about "I have to be a mage again").

He'd always known that cube was important. Maybe now Rayla would start listening to him... and maybe now he would find out how he could use the mysterious cube. [...] But Callum was awake obsessing over the Key of Aaravos. What could he achieve with it?

Now, does Callum ever mean to be selfish? No, of course not. He doesn't mean to put Rayla and Zym in danger with his pursuit of magic (or his lie to Amaya), but that's what happens anyway. 2x04 has always stood out to me as a particularly interesting episode, precisely because it shows this flaw on full display in ways that S1 could've neatly resolved. In 1x04, Callum pursues magic ultimately to the group's detriment (just how much, depending on what the cube does, remains to be seen). Then in 1x09, through smashing the primal stone (which we'll talk about more in a minute) he puts the group above his pursuit of magic. It's a nice little full circle, and it could've easily been the resolution of this behavioural pattern. But it isn't, so I'm curious to see if/how it'll come back in future seasons (maybe S5) in some capacity.

To me, this is one of the things that make TDP's characterization so realistic. Callum can learn one lesson partially in 1x04 (don't take unnecessary risks) and apply that portion fully in 1x07 (regarding elves and humans), be willing to sacrifice a more tangible pursuit of magic for Zym ("But without this, I'm nothing") in 1x09, but still not fully learn his "Look before you leap when it comes to magic" lesson by the time we roll around in 2x04 or even 2x07 (although the context for the latter is vastly different). Just like how if saving Zym or being a good enough protector could solve Rayla's self worth issues, she would've been totally fine after 1x09, but we see her have the exact same kind of breakdown two seasons later ("This is all my fault. I dropped it. I let you both down. I let the world down" / "It's me, and it's all my fault. I failed them! I let them all down") because well - issues and emotional wounds are not so easily solved.

Anyway, back on topic: what does any of this have to do with S4's lamp shading of Callum's tendency of breaking magical objects?

Well, I think you're right: the Key is seemingly rare, powerful, and possibly sought after by Aaravos. At the very least it's connected to him, and Callum is now terrified of him. But he won't relinquish/destroy it at this present time, so there's a nice contrast there. The cube has a pull over him for whatever reason, whether that's curiosity, it being Harrow's last parting gift to him, or even possibly the fact it was the first thing he and Rayla really bonded over ("Hey sad prince. Let's go get your cube") and his own potential as a mage. He does, after all, look at the moon rune specifically after lowering it.

But I also think it's indicative that the object and conversation Callum is most directly referencing is this one with Claudia in 2x02 about breaking their joint primal stone:

Which was pretty noble, and inspired a very strong character arc for Callum, full of struggle and interesting character aspects. Breaking the primal stone wasn't the ideal situation for him by any means, but it was undeniably the Right Thing To Do. On the surface, there's nothing to be worried about... except:

I have not seen the stars in centuries. But when I see them again—when the stars are forced to look upon me, their dark brother—they will know how I have waited. And when everything they have built lies shattered, I will savor their fall from the sky. (Patience, TDP reflections)

The Whole World is like a Giant Primal Stone. When backed into a corner and able to save someone he loves and/or cares about, Callum is willing to sacrifice his own source of power. He's willing to bend his morals and do dark magic. He's willing to jump off a cliff with just the faintest hope he can grow wings and save them both. We also know that Callum, either within a possessed state or outside of it, has to play into Aaravos' hands, otherwise it is unlikely the Startouch elf would be released (and he has to be released).

Which, all of this also works fairly well in tandem with

4x05 - You saved me

So Rayllum's scene on the Pinnacle is one of my favourite scenes between them in the season, as well as one of the most interesting. After all, the Pinnacle is the place for quite a few important Rayla and Callum moments in season three: Rayla finding out the truth about her mum and dad, thanks to Callum; Callum trying to tell her that he loves her for the first time (which Soren's interruption also lampshades); and of course when Callum jumps off the Pinnacle to save her. And while Soren's dialogue is a more comedic callback to the second one, Rayla's dialogue calls to mind the latter:

(Callum's face only falls in the second screencap when she gets to "certain death," by the way.)

It's not entirely clear why Callum starts crying when he looks away, as he has a lot of reasons to (the fear of what Aaravos may make him do, thus turning him into something that hurts people rather than saves them; the fact that he's had only like, 1.5 days to process the return of the love of his life and all those complicated feelings) but he does start crying. Rayla then does her best to help, but doesn't get a chance to, and it's not clear if Callum would've let her, either.

But I thought the emphasis on "saving" was interesting, to say the least. Why not be more explicit about the way this was the first time they said "I love you"? Some note of "so much has changed, but not everything's changed" from Rayla, if they wanted a nudge of some sort. Or it could've been something about Rayla's parents, grateful that she was able to forgive them and realize the truth, that'd they'd left for "a good cause".

Well, I think the most straight forward thing is first, that Callum and Rayla are a couple who has always been very defined by reciprocally saving each other; Callum defends them from the smoke wolves, Rayla defends them from Runaan, etc. Rayla saves everyone (Bait, Ezran, Zym, the downed dragon), and Callum saves her (1x05, 2x04, 2x07, 3x09). The second is that S5, if it brings back Callum's possession plot line (and it likely will, with the emphasis on darkness and drowning from some of the TDP shorts for the season: "Soren gasped the darkness like water into his lungs. He could not breathe. He was drowning") Rayla is probably going to the one to ultimately save him from it, somewhat due to the light and dark symbolism as well (Rayla showing up haloed in moonlight with the cube on her shoulder).

An emphasis on how Arc 1 culminated in a big show of love as Callum saved Rayla, if Rayla is going to be the one to successfully save Callum from brainwashing next season (and restore to her that "We can't save everyone" isn't true after all) makes a lot of sense, especially with it foreshadowed / spelled out more directly in this quote from the Book One Moon novelization:

“Wow. So they look identical, but they might kill you or they might save you,” Callum said.

“Exactly. Just like me…” Rayla smiled.

She's certainly not going to kill him and thus, Rayla has to save him. There we get that mutual reciprocation, especially when she left in TTM to try and save/spare him - it'd be a good way for her to realize that the best way to save/protect him is to stay, right here, with him instead. She'll risk the world ("You let him live but you killed us all" "You have two choices: you all die, or just the evil wretched human dies"), and it'll be worth it.

However, as I've already said, Callum has to play into Aaravos' hands in order for the Startouch elf to get out. And Aaravos is clearly pretty confident it'll happen, whether precisely because Callum is worried because of the possession (a more likely manipulation tactic) or due to the possession itself (less likely, as why reveal your checkmate move ahead of time?).

Rayla realizing she can save Callum is also, indeed, only one piece of the puzzle. She also has to realize that she deserves to be saved, which 4x05 seems like a step in the right direction of (she's happy and lovey about it, not guilty) even if her self worth issues are still very prevalent: "This is all my fault. I left [Soren] alone. I shouldn't have—" as well as trying repeatedly to go off on her own.

So 4x05 emphasizing the last time Callum saved her, setting up that he'll also save her again (and possibly risk the primal stone world again, helping to free Aaravos in exchange for also freeing Rayla) in S5?

He'll risk the world, and it'll be worth it.

[ge-o-rge]

wanna return the favor | matt murdock.

❐ chiropractor! fem! reader x customer! matt

❐ cw: peverted! matthew. lots of moaning, unintentional teasing and groaning from matt. reader gets turned on by this and matt senses it. language. oral. hair pulling. unprotected sex (don't be a scum, wear a condom!). creampie.

summary: after a long week of fighting bad guys, protecting hell's kitchen's residents, and working long hours solving cases, matt sees it fit to treat himself to a rest day. however, his perverted thoughts stop him from being even close to relax as the feeling of your hands on his body gets him rock hard.

❐ a/n: if you're a minor, just dont reblog it or like this post. idc what you do, i'm not responsible for your actions, so you better not blame me for the dumb shit you do.

❐ word count: 3.4k words

matt's hoodie clad chest pressed against the surface of the cold chiropractic table. he let out a pained grunt as he did so. yesterday wasn't the best day, having fallen off a two-story building and smashing onto the hood of someone's car. it took him forever to get the glass out of his skin and to patch himself up, but it was better than nothing.

going to a chiropractor was kind of an impulse idea. after all, matt had a free day and a day free, why not go to the new chiropractic clinic? he had severe back pain and neck pain. so maybe they could help.

"oh, mr. murdock, you should sit up first. we haven't discussed the basics." you told, walking into your office with a stool in tow.

what he didn't expect was for the chiropractor to be so hot. through the red and yellows of his impaired sight, he could sense—see—the outline of your body. his throat grew tighter—and dryer—at just the feeling of you coming closer to him. was it nervousness?

matt has had his fair share of the black and orange site. he's seen—well, heard—videos of the actors being chiropractors. not going to lie, it kinda turned him on. not having the ability to see gave him much more creative freedom to imagine scenarios while he masturbated to the girl's moans. he imagines the girl moaning in his ear as he sucked and licked on her clit, thrusting his fingers in and out at a constant pace. and when he hears slurping sounds, he can see her sucking his thick cock from the tip all the way down to the base, gagging on his length. he would pump and pull on his rufous dick till his wrist grew sore and his balls empty of cum.

"right, sorry." matt cleared his throat, pushing the thoughts away as he awkwardly fumbled to sit back up. his back arched slightly, and you immediately noticed how one shoulder was higher than the other.

"now, mr. murdock, is this your first time getting a chiro adjustment?" you asked, sitting across from him. you crossed your legs and laid down your clipboard onto your thighs.

matt rose his eyebrows in surprise. "yeah- yes. how'd you guess?" he breathed out a chuckle.

"all newbies are like you." you said with a playful wink. you intertwined your hands together, placing them onto the clipboard. "i'd like to warn you in advance that the first times are always a bit exhilarating. rest assured, you are in great hands. don't be afraid to voice out your concerns or say you are nervous. my patients comfort is always my priority." you assured with a smile.

you placed the clipboard onto your seat as you got up, walking over to stand behind him. placing your hands onto his shoulders, "may i?" you ask.

he shrugged, "go ahead."

you nodded. "a chiro adjustment is most of the time painless. if you hear like a cracking sound, it's just me popping your bones back into place to make standing, walking, sitting or lying more comfortable. i say most of the time because there are some people who come in and are already in a lot of pain, so even the slightest of movement may be painful." you explained as you massaged his shoulders to get the man into a relaxed state. his shoulders were very tense, it made you concerned what he did for a living.

as for matt, the feeling of your hands pressing into his shoulders made him let out a breathy sigh. they weren't even a minute in, and matt could already feel himself getting harder under your touch.

matt has a bit of a problem. he gets really turned on from feeling a woman's touch. especially in places often not touched. his head lolled forward as he let out a groan of pleasure.

you squeezed your thighs together from his groan. you can't lie—mr. murdock is an insanely attractive man. and a lawyer too. that groan he let out cemented himself into your brain. matt's lips curled into a smirk when he heard the slight fabric-y movement from behind him. he could smell the your wetness from where he sat, could almost taste yourself on his tongue.

it gave him so much pleasure knowing he affected you just as much as you with him.

god, you were doing wonders to him.

you gave him one last squeeze on the shoulders before bringing your hands south. "mr. murdock, could you take off your hoodie?" you asked, leaning over to his ear. your breath was warm, your words laced in sins.

"no problem." matt said, reaching his hands behind his neck to tug the red hoodie over his head. he slid his arms out of the sleeves, showing off a bit of skin when his hoodie stuck onto the fabric of his shirt. matt then folded it, placing it beside him. you took the hoodie and placed it over onto the counter behind you before going back to matt.

"okay, mr. murdock—"

"please, just call me matt."

"matt," you tested it out, unaware of how his dick throbbed from you just saying his name. "let's have you lie on your back."

matt did as told, placing his legs onto the end and head onto the cushion. you pulled the stool closer to your ass as you sat down. you pushed yourself closer to the his head, letting your legs spread open to get more comfortable. matt had to place his hands over his dick just to hide his erection. you were so close to him. by just turning around, he would be in full access to your soaking pussy.

you placed your hands onto his shoulders again. "okay, matt. i'm just gonna move your neck around to see what's constricted in that area. just relax for me, okay?"

matt nodded. as you did your thing, twisting his neck left and right, pulling it up and down, matt's thoughts began to wonder the more he felt the heat radiating off from your center.

he wondered how you tasted. would you taste sweet? salty? he bet you tasted delicious. he had to lick his lips from how dry they were getting at just thinking about you. he then wondered how'd you react. would you writhe in his hold, legs tensing and untensing over and over around his head as your body shook and spasmed in pleasure. if your screams and moans would mix into one when his tongue finally reached that one spot in your cunt that made you hit nirvana.

god, he needed you.

"i can feel a bit of tension right here in your neck." you told, pulling the man out of his thoughts once more. you demonstrated by pulling on a certain spot in matt's neck, causing him to let out a groan.

you bit your lip when you felt yourself pussy clench around air from his noises. you breathed through your noise to calm yourself. your head was screaming at you to act professional. you've never felt like this with other patients—matt was just any other patient who needed to be taken care off.

"and here." you breathed out, pressing on the spot where his neck and shoulders connected.

he let out another groan. you couldn't tell if he was in pain or in pleasure—but what you did know was your underwear was practically soaked in your juices.

you stood up, leaning all your weight onto your right foot as you hovered over matt. "i'm going to release the tension in your neck." you told, your hands finding place back at the first spot. you twisted his head to your left, and then back front as you explained, "i'll be popping it this side, alright? i'm gonna need you to breathe in on my count, okay."

matt nodded.

"let me just—" when your hands moved to take off his shades, he caught your wrists, suddenly stopping you. "matt?" you asked in confusion.

"can we leave them on?" he asked quietly.

"i'm afraid we'll have to take them off, mr. murdock. we don't wanna risk getting them damaged while adjusting you." you told.

"oh, alright." you smiled softly at the man below you, gently slipping his red panes off of his head. behind them revealed his deep brown eyes. they were lifeless. but you couldn't help but keep staring at them in awe. he was beautiful. you noted the fact he was blind when he came in with a walking stick in hand, swaying it side to side to maneuver himself into the clinic. you didn't mind the fact that he was blind. you actually found it inspiring.

you wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you were blind, but seeming matt still be able to get his own work done and take care of himself truly was inspiring.

you squeezed your eyes shut to push away your thoughts. your hands fell back to his neck, pressing lightly on the warm skin. "breathe in." you told.

matt took a deep breath.

and in a blink of an eye, you twisted his head to the side and it cracked.

matt let out a breathy "oh" when you gently led his head back down.

"how was that, matt?" you asked with a grin.

"felt really nice." matt replied.

you did the same with the next spot. matt's groan filled the room and you had hold onto him to steady yourself. your legs felt like jelly. at any given moment, they were ready to buckle.

you then ordered him to flip over and lay on his front. your hands trailed down his spine—from C1 all the way to L5. along the way down, you noted some of the peculiarities that needed to be adjusted.

his cock felt suffocated from being sandwiched between the weight of his body and the cushioned chiropractic table, yet it felt so good. it took him everything in his willpower to not grind up against it to gain any sort of friction.

"i can see you have a bit of an imbalance right over here at you lumbar—i'm guessing L2 and L3. your left side is a bit lower than your right, so we're gonna fix that right now. turn onto your right side please." you told.

matt followed. he let you position his legs over each other, letting the left one lie over the right, pushing his toes behind his right leg. you then made his arms cross over each other so that his legs would be pushed forward, while his shoulders would be pushing backwards.

you placed your hands over his wrist and hip bones and pushed down on him till a satisfying crack came. matt moaned from the feeling. his body felt looser than before.

you felt the same pleasure as him, just not at the same place.

after repeating it on the other side, you told him to lay back on his back again. "now, we're gonna fix this imbalance in your shoulder. like before, your left shoulder rests higher than your right. so cross your left arm over your right."

you pressed yourself onto him, sensing how matt tensed when he felt your chest pressing onto him. "relax, matt." you said. it didn't help, but he kept it in mind.

crack.

"fuck!" this crack was louder than the last. all the build up tension in that area was finally released. his breathing was slow and heavy. he was reaching nirvana himself. but there was just one more thing missing.

as you were about to pull yourself off of him, matt's hands suddenly broke out of it's position and grabbed you by the shoulders.

"matt—?!" you yelped when he suddenly turned the both of you over, slamming you onto the chiropractic table with such a powerful force, it left you breathless.

matt hovered over you, his lips just inches away from yours.

"what's your name?" he asked.

"y/n." you replied.

he smiled. "i like it. it suits you. you're the devil in sheep's clothing, you know that y/n?" he grabbed your wrist, bringing it down to cup the hill in his pants. "you made me feel so good. i wanna return the favor."

"matt, we're not done yet—"

"will you let me?" he cut you off. at the exact moment, his eyes met yours—briefly, but they did—your breath got caught in your throat. he was genuine in his offer. his eyes showed nothing but lust and desire. his breathing was mixing with yours, making the whole room seem hotter than usual. and no denying, feeling his strangled cock throb in your hands did wonders to your soaked cunt as well.

"can i make you feel good too?"

you let go of your lower lip, letting it bounce before it finally connected with his lips. the both of you were kissing like starved lions, pulling each other closer and closer till there was no more space left.

you palmed him through his jeans and he massage the insides of your thighs, squeezing you through your leggings. his hands would tease you by moving upwards but never getting closer to where you needed him the most.

"please, matt." you pulled off of him to whisper.

he hummed.

"make me feel good."

that was all it took. he pushed himself off of you and helped you lift your shirt off. you threw it somewhere in the room, neverminding it as your thoughts were only filled with matt and getting dicked down. he then pulled your leggings off, also flinging it mindlessly.

he kissed your lips once more. then your neck, nipping and biting it. not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make moans leave your lips.

he kissed down to your collarbone, then down to your chest. when you arched your back, he took the moment to unclip your bra, throwing it behind him in hurry. he cupped your breasts, loving the way they fit in his hands. they were the perfect size. he brought his lips down onto the and sucked like a man starved. his tongue played with the nipple as his teeth dug into the skin of your areola. your back arched again as you bit your lip to stifle your moans.

"no. let me hear you." he demanded breathlessly, going back to sucking.

this time you let your moans fall without holding back, hearing your noises bounce off the soundproofed walls. matt snaked his arms behind your waist when your back arched again, making sure you wouldn't go anywhere.

not like you would ever want to.

he kissed his way down to your colorful panties, biting on the hem and letting it go, letting it slap against your skin. you shook from surprise. and also pleasure.

he kissed his way down the fabric, licking over it. when he came face to face with your cunt, he blew a light breeze into it, making you gasp in response. he chuckled deeply from your reaction.

"matt." you whined.

"sorry, 'couldn't help it." he said, pressing a kiss onto your covered clit. you gasped again.

"don't hold back alright?" he smirked. looping his arms under your legs, he pulled you closer and began to ravage your clit. he licked, bit and sucked on the fabric, making sure to press his tongue directly onto it to tease you. your panties grew wetter and wetter from your slick and his saliva mixing together. your hands grabbed ahold of his hair. you pulling on it, caused him to moan, which caused you to moan from the vibrations on your pussy. he moved down to lick the fabric separating his tongue and your wet cunt.

your moans amplified even more from this action. god, his tongue was so hot and wet, you were begging to be filled by his long fingers. and matt knew it too.

"maybe next time, love. right now i need to be in you."

him confirming there'll be a next time made your heart flutter.

one day, this man will be the death of you.

"please, matt." you begged. you weren't sure what you were begging for at this point, but matt new exactly what you meant.

"with pleasure." he told in his raspy voice.

he pushed himself off of you, slipping your soiled panties off of your legs, finally revealing yourself to him. matt wished he could see your beauty. but he could smell everything now. it was all clear. he could smell you pussy, he tasted your pussy—and now he was going to fuck your pussy.

he tore his shirt off off him, landing it over the your underwear that was on the ground. he then unbuckled his belt and pushed it down with his pants and underwear.

he got back up on the table, standing on his knees. his breathing was heavy as he pulled you closer to him. he trapped you between his arms. you rested your legs over his shoulders. your chest heaved up and down in anticipation for what was to come.

he lined up with your pussy, pushing the tip in slightly to collect your slick, rubbing his wet tip all over your cunt.

"hurry up, matt—oh fuck!" he immediately pushed in, causing the both of your to groan out from the intrusion.

you felt so tight around his cock, so warm and soft.

he was so hard and hot, god, it felt like nothing you've ever felt before.

"been awhile?" he asked with a breathy chuckle.

"you could say that." you replied, but it didn't take long before you were moaning beneath matt.

matt began with a steady pace, pushing himself in and out, trying to get you used to his size. you were contracting so much around him, matt was afraid he would blow his load to early. he tried to match your breathing.

when you began moaning for him to go faster, he obliged.

he pounded into you like an animal in a rut, moaning and groaning every time he pushed into you. you were no better. your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and trapping him. your moans and his fell into harmony when he hit that spongy spot in you.

"fuck!"

"god—damn!"

mountains of curses began to grow more constant the more he pounded into you. his sweat shined beneath the light, mixing with yours where you both connected. all logic was thrown out of his mind, all that remained was getting you both to an unforgettable orgasm.

"matt! i'm gonna—i'm gonna!"

"i know, i know. hold on for a bit more. i'm almost there. 'wanna cum with you." he breathed out, continuing his smarting thrusts into your soaking pussy. "can i cum in you? 'wanna see you filled up with my cum. all wet and full for me."

"please, come, matt." you were beyond tired. but you still wanted to do your best for him.

when his thrusts began to grow sloppy, the tension in your pussy began to grow loose.

"ah! ah! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" matt pulled you up, making you spread onto his lap. your hips began to grind onto him, clit burning deliciously against his hairy pelvis.

"fuck! cum! come on, y/n! cum with me!" he groaned out. you moaned loudly, loving the way he got a better reach into your cervix. "cum, y/n."

your body spasmed and shook when you finally uncoiled, letting your orgasm wash over your consciousness. you fell into his arms, continuing to ride it out the best your legs could.

matt gripped your waist till it bruised, not letting up his pace of thrusting up into you until his load flooded into your womb. his tip automatically let out squirt after squirt of excess cum into you, making you feel fuller than ever. his thrusting slowly came to a final thrust, before he relaxed in you. his hard cock grew limper from exhaustion.

you hummed when you felt his cum slowly drip out of your cunt, creating a pool of thick white liquid around the base of matt's flushed cock.

"fuck! y/n, your gonna make me cum again." he said with a breathless chuckle when he felt your pussy clench around him.

"well, we have all day. i closed up the clinic after you came in. no one'll disturb us." you said with a devilish smirk.

"god, you just made me hard again."

[ UNEDITED Ⓒ DOVESANDFALCONS 2022. ]

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Key to Your Heart (Part 1 of 18)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader | The Winter Soldier X Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Next part -> (02)

{Marvel Masterlist}

Summary: Joining the Avengers wasn't on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away... But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That's exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders...

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful friend @multific for all her help through this story. I love you, girl!!

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A Different Reason

The big windows in your bedroom allow the morning light to come in, illuminating everything. There are a few clouds in the sky, turning the yellow light a bit grey. The wind coming in is fresh, and you close your eyes as you breathe it in, a smile on your face. You like slow, late mornings like this, where you have nothing to do but sit around and relax.

Seated on the couch, still in pajamas, you have your feet up on the coffee table, and right next to you, in the same position, is Steve.

Captain America is a dear friend, a brother, for a couple of years now. Having him visit you is normal, even when it's quite early. He's the only one you don't have to lie to about your abilities, and that counts a lot. With him, you have no secrets, and it goes both ways.

“Stark called me again.” You say, a cup of tea is still half full and warm in your hands. “Guess why.”

“Recruitment.” Steve sighs, putting the empty bowl of cereal on the coffee table next to his feet.

“Yup. He came with the ‘hello, how are you? How's your job, how's your paycheck, blah blah blah, wanna join us?’ ” Rolling your eyes, you pull your legs over, folding them under you. “Same thing as always.”

“He cares, (Y/N),” Steve says, turning the TV volume down. “On his own way, but he cares.”

“Steve, I'm your friend, not theirs. I met them once and that was it.” Shrugging your shoulders, you tie your hair up in a loose, messy bun.

“You're powerful, (Y/N). You'd be a good addition to the team, and of course, you'd be trained before even considering putting you in a mission.”

“Oh, how do you do it?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

“What?”

“You spoke and I heard Tony's voice coming out of your mouth.” With a smirk, you giggle at his eye roll. “Stevie, I can't control my powers. I haven't used them in a while and I spend more time trying to keep them away than learning how to deal with them. And the fighting... I can't do that. I don't have super strength like you, Thor, or Bucky. And I don't have any armor or some green guy waiting to smash.”

“Natasha doesn't have any–”

“Natasha was trained since she was a child. I won't ever match that.” Putting the cup on the table, you sigh. “I'm not superhero material, Steve.”

“I disagree. Being a superhero isn't about some ability. It's about helping others. Saving lives, fighting for those who can't fight for themselves. Putting your life first, being generous and kind.” When Steve speaks like that makes you admire him even more. And it makes you want to do something too, to help somehow. “And you have it. The powers are just a bonus. It's what makes us fight threats from other worlds instead of putting out a fire. Both jobs are important, both jobs are made by heroes.”

“I don't know, Steve.”

“I'd supervise your training myself, you know that.”

“I do.” Standing up, you take the cup and the bowl before moving to the kitchen. It's an open space with the living room, so the natural light is enough to light up the place, and you can talk to Steve from there.

“Let me get that.” He says as you put both things in the sink. He gets up as well, and you move aside to let him do the dishes. “Actually, (Y/N), I've been wanting to ask you to accept Stark's for a different reason.”

Pinching your eyebrows together, you move to the kitchen island, sitting on the stool. “Different reason?”

“Yeah.” He heavily sighs, glancing at you before focusing on the dishes again. “You know we're having problems with Bucky. Well... With his other side.”

“Did something happen?” Steve quickly dries his hands before pulling his shirt up a little. There's a purple bruise on his side. “What the hell, Steve? Don't you have super healing?”

“I do. This happened yesterday, it's actually better now.”

“Who did it?” You ask, but the answer comes by itself. “Oh.”

“The Winter Soldier comes and goes. And when he comes, it's chaos. He beats everyone up and runs away like he's still being hunted.” Steve finishes the dishes, drying and putting them in their places. “When he's back, it's Bucky again. But we have no idea what he did. If he killed anyone, or where he went.”

“Why don't you put some sort of tracker on him?” You suggest.

“Trackers are only for when we're on a mission, for safety. New policy.”

“Got it. So he's away now.”

“Yes.” He comes to the kitchen island, sitting across from you. “That's why I need you. I think that if you got closer to Bucky, and bounded with him, it could keep the other side locked up.”

“Wait.” You nervously chuckle. “You want to set me up with Barnes?” Steve's friendship with Bucky is well known to you. They're like brothers, and you, having the same feeling towards Steve, have the exact idea how that must feel. If it was Steve suffering from this, you'd be heartbroken. “I don't see how I could be of any help.”

“It wasn't my idea, not originally. The Hulk only calmed down after Banner got closer to Nat.”

“So you are trying to set me up with Barnes.” You don't have much contact with him. You met him twice when Steve managed to make him go out and you were there too. But that was it.

“I trust you. And Bucky knows I trust you. I just think having someone by his side could help somehow.”

“Doesn't he have the other Avengers?”

“He feels guilty because of what The Winter Soldier did to them. They're there to help, of course, but he holds back, and isolates himself. Not as much as before, but still.”

“And you think I could help him how?” Shrugging your shoulders, you wonder if you could do it. But that would also mean finally joining the Avengers. So there's that.

“If you manage to befriend him, I think it would be enough.”

“You think tiny, little me will be enough to keep the Winter Soldier away.”

“I don't know. We tried everything. It's a long shot but I've had this in mind for months.” Steve takes your hand, giving it a little squeeze. “I know what I'm asking. Saying yes to this means saying yes to Stark. But just think about it.”

Nodding, you sigh. “Have you spoken to Barnes about it?” He shakes his head, avoiding your eyes for a while. “What?”

“Bucky asks about you every now and then.” He speaks low, squinting his eyes a little.

“...He does? But we barely met.” Playfully pushing his hand away, you cross your arms.

“Every time I come visit you or we hang out he asks how you're doing.”

“And? That's just politeness.”

“When I was going out with Sharon he didn't ask how she was doing every time I went out with her.”

“It's different.” You get up, go back to the couch, and drop down on it. “I'm like your sister. It's normal to ask, I guess.”

“Is that a no?”

Taking a deep breath, you move your legs to give him space to sit. “...I have some conditions.”

“I'm listening.”

You sit up, legs crossed. “You will supervise my training. You, not Tony.” He nods. “And I need to get used to my powers. You know I can't control it.”

“We could talk to Wanda. She could help with that and I can work on mixing them with the physical combat.”

“Alright.” You stand up, hands on your hips. ”Tony will pay me, right? Because I'll have to resign from my stupid job and my stupid boss.”

“Money is not the problem.”

“Fine.” Taking your phone from the coffee table, you smile. “I shall enjoy leaving that stupid office.” You quickly call your boss, knowing very well he hates being bugged on a Saturday. You've been in this job not for too long, but long enough to hate your narcissistic, selfish boss. It takes a while for him to believe you're doing this, and he gets mad, telling you to take your stuff on Monday and don't go back.

“Such a nice human being,” Steve says when you hang up.

“The very best.” You say, sarcastically. “I'll get my laptop to video call Tony.” Quickly, you go to your bedroom, take the laptop from your nightstand and head back to the living room. On your way, you turn the computer on, already set up everything. “You think he'll pick up?”

“Stark? Always.”

Sitting next to Steve, you wait, but it only takes a few seconds for him to answer. “Please tell me you're calling with good news.” It's the first thing he says when his face appears. And by the looks of it, he's inside the armor.

“I can call later if you're busy.”

“Nope. I'm just monitoring a test. If this thing doesn't explode in the sky, I'll have to detonate it before it falls.” He speaks fast, eyes moving through the screen. “Oh, hey, there, popsicle.”

“Let's get this over with.” You mutter, positioning the laptop on your lap. “I thought about it and I'll accept your offer. I'll join the Avengers.”

“Oh, finally.” He exclaims. “Fury will get off my ass.”

“What do I do now?”

“Mmm– Oh, look at that, just as I thought. It didn't–” A loud noise cuts him off. “It didn't go off and as always I have to do all the work.”

“Should I call later?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed, wanting to see what he's seeing instead of just his face.

“Nope. Just pack up and move to the compound. We have a room for you and– Damn it.”

“Got it. Bye, Tony.” You push the laptop close, looking at Steve. “So I'll have to live there?”

“We all do. Well, most of us.”

“That's because you guys are all losers who don't have an apartment.” Saying that in a sassy, sarcastic tone, you giggle, ignoring his eye-roll and heading to your bedroom. There, you take the pieces of luggage you have, and putting them on the bed. “Well, if you don't get your ass here and help me I might change my mind.” You yell, starting to get your clothes.

“Right away, ma'am.” You hear him before he comes and joins you.

It doesn't take long to pack up, but you need all your baggage and two large bags you had. Then, Steve called the compound and they sent a car.

“So...” You start, looking at New York passing through your window. “What now, Steve?”

“About Bucky or training?”

That makes you think a little. “I trust you with the training part. So, Bucky.”

Steve sighs. “You know Bucky joined us a couple of years ago. Wakanda did a good job with him, but after a particularly... complicated mission, the Winter Soldier emerged again.” He starts. You already know this, but this time is different. You'll need to mind these things to somehow help him. “That was about a year ago. Now... The Winter Soldier takes over whenever he wants, and he still thinks he's being hunted so he always runs away. Last time he was away for three weeks.”

“How does Bucky comes back? I mean, how does he take over again?”

“He says he just does. He can't even explain it, he just fights over it and win. And when he wins, he goes back to the compound with no memories of what happened.”

“So Bucky doesn't remember what the other guy does, and the other guy doesn't remember anything about Bucky's life.” You sum that up, keeping all the details in mind.

“Exactly.”

“Alright.”

“Any plans yet?”

“No. But I'll do my best.” You tell him, smiling. “If he's as cool as you, we might get along very well.”

Steve smiles and so do you, playfully punching his arm.

Once you're a the compound, Steve takes you to your bedroom and helps you put everything in their places. After, a while before dinner, he tells those who live here that you finally decided to join the Avengers. Besides Steve, Natasha, Banner, Sam, and Bucky live here, in this huge apartment with an entire floor only for the bedrooms. Thor has his chambers too for when he comes to Earth. Wanda and Vision have a separated apartment on the West wing, so they can be more isolated since they're a couple, and the same goes for Tony and Pepper. Clint lives away with his wife and kids, on a farm. Parker still lives with his aunt. But there are still a lot of people around.

Steve makes a somewhat formal introduction, and you feel welcome. Mostly because they had a dinner made for you. Well, Tony ordered dinner for everyone. But everyone ate together.

Bucky doesn't show up for days. Everyone is worried, but Steve is more. And through him, so are you.

It's the middle of the night when you hear footsteps, which wake you up. Being on the Avengers compound means that, if there's a commotion this late, something might have happened. So you rub your eyes, pushing yourself off the bed and heading to the door. When you open it, you find Natasha walking fast. “What happened?” You ask, following her.

“He's back.” She simply says, and you sigh.

Everyone is gathered in the living room, and you see when the doors open and an exhausted Bucky walks in. He gives Steve a small, sad smile before complimenting the others as well. And then, his eyes fall on you, set behind the others.

“(Y/N)?” He asks, his voice a little hoarse. “You here?”

“Hey.” You smile, walking over to him. “I joined the Avengers. The big brother I never wanted managed to convince me.”

“Good, good.” He mutters, eyes not leaving you.

“It's nice to have you back.” You tell him, friendly touching his arm.

“Thanks.” He answers, looking down. “I'll take a shower and rest.” He says before walking away. Seeing him like this breaks your heart, and you wait until Steve comes to stand next to you.

“Stevie... That blood on his shirt... It isn't his, is it?” You ask in a low voice, looking at the empty hall where he disappeared a while ago.

“No, it isn't.”

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@hi-im-fan-trash @takeabreathdeath @pre-google

[andillneverbethesame]

back stabber pt. 2

❦ pairings: sirius black x fem!reader

❦ warnings: kinda angst and fluff, making out, swearing, hint of a smut at the end.

❦ word count:

❦ a/n: not my gif. i also want to thank you all for the support you showed at the part 1. i love you vsgsvsvvwvs.

pt. 1

"i just don't understand," you sobbed with your head on lily's lap. "did i do something wrong, guys? mary probably slept with sirius as a revenge, don't you think? didn't i perhaps accidentically make fun of or something?"

dorcas sighed. "i don't think it's your fault, y/n, stop blaming yourself. and even if you did make fun of her, i don't believe mary's cruel enough to do this as revenge for something silly like that. if you ever offended me, i would do the same to you and not sleep with your partner or someone you like. there must be something else."

"i think your speech didn't calm her nerves down, love," said marlene. "especially the 'there must be something else'."

dorcas looked at you with apologetic smile. "i'm sorry."

"don't be." you waved it off and sat down, your head leaving the ginger's lap and you wiped your tears away. "it's mary who should be sorry and i expect to receive an apology and explanation as soon as possible." you paused. "well, not actually as soon as possible. i need to cool down first or i'll smash her head against the nearest wall."

lily only nodded, she has been quiet for this past hour. probably because she didn't have anything appropriate to say. no matter how mad you were at mary, she was also lily's friend and you didn't want them to stop being friends only because of you.

lily wanted to drag mary here by the girl's ear, but you refused. if mary wouldn't come here with an apology and an explanation, then she didn't value your friendship that much as you thought.

lily didn't think before she spoke. "if someone knew i like james and then slept with him, i'd turn into a devil."

your eyes widened. you knew that you should focus on the 'i'd turn into a devil', but there was 'i like james'.

"did you just-"

there was a knock on the door.

"come in," shouted lily and the door opened, revealing james, making the ginger girl blush.

potter's face saddened at the sight of yours. "may i talk to you?"

"sure." you shrugged. you then stood up, turned to lily and said "we'll talk about this later" before following james out of the room, closing the door behind you so you two could have privacy.

"so-"

"sirius fancies you," he cut you off before you could say anything else. "like a lot."

you froze when you heard those words escaping the boy's lips and you stared at him in confusion. so lily wasn't lying after all. not that you thought a loyal friend like her could ever lie to you but you weren't sure she was correct about everything.

james snapped his fingers in front of your face. "hello? earth to y/n. love, are you alright?"

"eh, just confused," you said. "if he fancies me, then why-"

"he sort of gave up on you," james explained. "i know. i was suprised as much as you are, believe me. i guess he matured enough to realize that you may not be interested in him so he let you go, thinking it's the best for both you and him. i never thought i'd see this day. it's weird though. he fancies you since like fourth year, he always flirted with you and annoyed you until you hexed him and suddenly. . . he just. . . i don't know."

"but i don't want sirius to give up on me. i am interested in him, james, i love him." shit. you were screwed up.

james seemed to be shocked at your words and so were you. "wow, well, i didn't expect that, but alright."

"james," you spoke. "what's the point of this conversation?"

"there's something you don't know, y/n," said janes softly. "something that could help you realize why mary did what she did." you raised an eyebrow, signalizing for him to continue. "their first hook-up was at the end of june. at that huge party in gryffindor common room."

"but i told lily, marlene and mary i like sirius that night. . ."

he nodded. "i'm getting there. she told you that you shouldn't go after him later that night, right? because he was kind of a manwhore. ." you hummed. "she also told you that you should go after someone else. you ended up making out with that hufflepuff guy."

"yeah, jake watson." you remembered. "i still don't know where are you going with this."

"mary liked that guy," said james. you opened your mouth to say something but he was quick enough to cut you off. "when she saw you and him, she got upset and she remembered you like sirius, who, by the way, got mad at jake for making out with you because sirius wanted to be him. don't ask me how did mary and sirius end up in one room, fucking each other's brains out because i don't know and i don't think i will ever want to know."

"but mary told me i should snog jake!" you exclaimed.

james sighed. "that was dorcas."

"shit," you cursed under your breath. "i should go apologize." you were about to walk away but stopped yourself quickly. "wait, it's not my fault. i didn't know mary likes jake, therefore i have nothing to apologized for. mary, however, slept with sirius, knowing, i, also known as her bestfriend, like him. so she's the one who should beg for forgiveness, not me."

• • •

"i didn't know that," said lily after you told them about your conversation with james. you gave her a look, not believeing that lily didn't know something. "i'm serious, y/n, i didn't know."

at that moment, not bothering to knock, as it was her dorm as well, mary walked into the room with guilty expression on her face.

marlene, dorcas and lily looked at each other. as if they had their own language you didn't understand, they all stood up and made their way out of the room. you watched them in desbelief before muttering "traitors".

and then only you and mary were in the room. there was a very uncomfortable and an awkward silence between you two. mary seemed to think about something, probably of the words that will soon leave her lips.

the girl sat on your bed. "look, i-"

"no wait," you stopped her quickly and took a deep breath. "this afternoon, i wanted to confess to sirius about how i feel because lily finally gave me the courage to do so after having none for almost two years. i couldn't wait to finally tell him everything because i was sure that he fancies – or loves – me too. when i saw you two naked in the same fucking bed, i hoped that it was a stupid nightmare. when i realized it wasn't, i felt a sharp pain in my chest. as if you stole that large knife from the kitchens and stabbed me with it – keep stabbing me while ripping my heart out of my body. that's exactly how i felt because you betrayed me. you knew i loved sirius and you still decided to sleep with him just because you were horny! just because i kissed a guy, who i didn't know you liked!"

mary sighed, surprised at your outburst. "james told you."

you nodded. "he did. if he didn't, i would still be crying my eyes out with my head on lily's lap, not knowing what i did for you to hate me so much to do this."

"no, you didn't do anything wrong, y/n." mary wanted to put her hand on your shoulder but you moved it out of her reach. she understood and moved her hand away. "i was just very angry seeing your tongue in jake's throat. i was angry, drunk and, as you said, horny. i'm so so so sorry. i don't expect you to forgive me so soon."

you forced out a laugh. "believe me, i wasn't even thinking about doing that."

"just do me a favor," she spoke softly. "come to the astronomy tower at midnight. you will not regret."

• • •

you didn't know why you were doing mary a favor because she should be the one doing a favor for you but here you were; in the dark halls of hogwarts, hoping that none of the prefects – or worse: professors – will catch you. if they did, you'd simply pretend you are sleepwalking.

you thought that lighting the tip of your wand would be too risky so the only source of light for you was the moon that lit the halls slightly through the windows.

thankfully, you were very close to the stairs to the tower. a few moments later, you finally arrived there and walked up the stairs, cold night wind hitting your body as you drew closer.

you weren't blind and you saw sirius. he was sitting on the ground, his back leaning against a column.

you walked closer to him. there were barely two meters between you two.

"what are you doing here?" you asked. he didn't seem startled by your sudden presence. as if he knew you were coming.

"same as you," he answered, not looking at you. "mary threatened me to cut my dick off. i'm not going to give you the details of what she said – it's quite disgusting. and i didn't want to risk it."

you raised an eyebrow in amusement. "are you saying that if mary hadn't threatened you, you wouldn't come here?"

the boy looked at you with wide eyes. "no," he said quickly. "i mean – that's not what i meant. i would come here either way but i was just nervous. . ."

"nervous?" you chuckled, sitting beside him and he nodded. "i don't believe that, black? you and nervous?"

"i know. it's unbelieveable, but it's true. i hate to admit it, y/l/n, but you do, in fact, make me nervous."

you were thankful for the darkness, because he couldn't see how flushed you were. you didn't say anything and looked in front of you at the beautiful moon. you felt a pair of light blue eyes on you, making your cheeks become even more red than they already were.

"stop staring," you spoke quietly, not sure if he even had heard you.

"i'm not staring," he answered. "i'm admiring.

oh, god.

"cheesy." you rolled your eyes but then smiled, letting him know that you actually liked him being cheesy. your face then grew serious. "do you like me?"

"like you?" he scoffed. "of course, i do. i think you are the most amazing woman in hogwarts – in the whole world. i don't know what you did to make me feel like this about you. there's something about you that i absolutely love. it's not your looks, though i love them. i guess it's your personality. you are an incredibly kind soul, and i love how hard to get you play."

you shrugged and then swung your leg over his lap so you were straddling him. "i'm not playing anything right now, sirius."

he placed one of his hands on your hip and the other on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. before you could do anything else, he brought your lips to his and kissed you passionately. you gasped and he took the advantage of it, entering your mouth with his tongue.

you moved your hips and he moaned, gripping your waist more tightly as you repeated the movements, groans escaping his lips immediately.

"you're going to be the death of me," he whispered.

you didn't know if the goosebumbs were from his words or from the cold wind. however, you knew you were cold.

"wanna take this into the common room, pretty boy?"

he nodded.

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i had problems tagging some of you, sorry!!!!!!

@barbiekatz @undeniableadrenaline @scorpireads @auggie2000 @rikitaiyaki @thatblackhufflepuff @prada-cat @dee-yana @strawberrysodaslut

[yandere-daydreams]

Are you really trying to tell me you don't want your head to be smashed between The Raiden Shogun's thighs like a watermelon?

i completely forgot what this ask was about but i don't care anymore. love the vibes. can't imagine why i'd lie about this so i won't and i do. what's it to you, anon?

[sunnyie-eve]

8 | That's a lot

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mention of abuse, JJ being jealous, unlikely conversation, angst, hinted death

MASTERLIST

"Morning, Callie, you're busy today so you can't leave with JJ." Joey stops them as they walk downstairs.

"We're actually kind of busy today." JJ tells him.

"Too bad. Callie, you're ride is waiting outside to take you." Joey tells her.

"Fine." She and JJ walk out to see Rafe smiling. "He's my ride?" She looks back at Joey standing in the doorway and he nods his head. "Tell Kie and Pope." She look at JJ and he heads off.

"Ready?" Rafe smiles.

"Not really." She goes with him and they head out to this random house because it wasn't the Cameron's. "Rafe, why am I with you?" Callie asks as he takes a seat.

"My dad asked for help from Joey about me. My dad said if I spend a few hours with you and you tell Joey we had fun, he'll let me back into the house." He picks up a beer.

"You expect me to lie? Because I'm not having fun and don't plan on having fun with you." She takes a seat far away from him. "Why are you such a dick?" She asks him after a few minutes of silence.

"I'm not. I'm completely a normal person."

"You're not? Okay. So you're not violent, unstable, and troubled. Physically aggressive towards others. You're not a cocaine addict that appears to suffer from some severe form of psychosis. You don't obsessively seek for your father's attention and favor. Yeah, you're a completely normal person, Rafe." Callie gives him a smile.

"So I may have a drug problem." He groans.

"May have? No, you 100% have one. When did your drug abuse start?" She asks him starting to annoy him.

"That's none of your business."

"If I'm stuck here for a few hours with you... I think I would like to get to know you." She gets up taking the beer out of his hand to drink.

"A few years ago, I think. I don't exactly remember when. And I hate how you know all those things about me you listed off. But you missed one good thing. I may argue with Wheezie at times but I get along better with her. We bond over the fact that Sarah is our dad's favorite. I have some empathy when it comes to her." He looks at Callie as she sits down. "I wish I could be better and just make my dad proud of me but it's impossible to be the man he wants me to be when I have a drug problem."

Callie actually started to feel bad for Rafe which she hated because he has beat the shit out of JJ and Pope. "You know getting help isn't that bad of an idea. You have your whole life ahead of you still and you're just flushing it down the toilet way earlier. I know living in a shitty family setting is hard." Rafe gives her a look, "And I mean behind closed doors. Not lifestyle wise."

"How was your life shitty?"

"My father verbally abused me and he did the same to my mother. He never laid a hand on us... until one night he snapped trying to murder my mother. He went to prison, she ran away leaving me behind, and my aunt got custody over me. I had to move away from here to go live with her and Joey. I thought I'd finally be free of the abuse but I didn't. Joey is worse than my father. Verbally and physically abusing me and my aunt. He's harassed me in all kinds of ways. I've gone through all of that and still going through it and never once turned to anything or turned violent."

Callie tells him looking down at her hands and Rafe stands up to sit next to her, "You got it worse than me, Cal." He chuckles so she looks at him.

"Thanks for laughing." She downs a beer.

To pass the time the two just drink and get high hoping it would make the time go by faster. Callie just wanted to go home or back to her friends. "Why are you looking at me?" Callie sees Rafe staring at her out of the corner of her eye. "Hello." She turns snapping her fingers in front of his face before he smashes his lips on hers.

She tries to push him away but he was overpowering her as he leans her back. He forced his tongue into her mouth without hesitation as she was still trying to get him off her. She hated to admit but he was a good kisser. Slowly she gave in and when Rafe pulled his mouth away from hers, Callie finally shoves him back standing up leaving him.

"Callie!" Rafe rushes after her.

"Leave me alone. I'll tell Joey we had fun but I started to feel bad." She says walking away with him following still.

"Callie!" Rafe yells so she stops walking to face him.

"What do you want?" She shouts at him.

"You."

"Me?!" Callie laughs at him as he walks up to her, "Well you can't have me, Rafe. Just because we had one sorta decent conversation doesn't mean shit. I still don't like you because you're a shitty person." She backs away and walks away ignoring his yelling this time.

Callie goes home telling Joey they hung out having a good time getting to know each other but she started to feel back so she came home.

In her room her aunt walks in shutting the door behind her, "How was it with Rafe?" She takes a seat in her bed.

"We had one kinda decent conversation then he forced himself on me kissing me." Callie gives her a smile.

"I'm sorry." Tess apologizes to her.

"It's fine. He's not a bad kisser." Callie laughs to make it not feel as bad.

"I know you love being with your friends but don't leave the house today so Joey can calm down some. Please." Tess gives her a look so Callie nods her head.

For the rest of the day. Like stayed home like she was told to. It wasn't until late at night JJ came through the door groaning, "You missed a shit ton of stuff by the way. Ward killed John B's dad. He's slightly missing. Pope and Kiara argued over John B since Pope has his interview tomorrow. For once I had to step in and take responsibility. How was your day?" JJ plops down onto her bed.

"We just drank and got high to pass the time. We had one sorta decent conversation. Oh, and he kissed me again when I tried to push him off of me." She gives him a smile as she was going through her closet.

"Rafe kissed you! And you said again?" JJ sits up quickly.

"He tried the night of Midsummer. He kissed me last night and today." Callie rolls her eyes.

"That's fucking asshole. You're my girl no one else's." JJ makes Callie laugh walking over to him.

"I'm your girl?" She stands in front of him.

"Yeah." He wraps his arms around her waist looking up at her.

-

In the morning, Callie, JJ, and Kiara head to John B's for him to tell them he went to Tannyhill but finds the gold completely gone. Cameron Construction units were outside the house letting him know Ward was definitely the one who took the treasure.

"Guys!" Pope runs to the others at the dock, "Oh, God. I ran all the way here." He bends over out of breath before mentioning Ward and the airstrip and the plane

Back on the plan to steal the gold they watch from afar. The group watches Sarah and her dad butting heads before Ward forces her onto the plane. John B immediately drives through the fence making the group yell what the hell was he doing. John B drives and blocks the runway, forcing Ward to stop the plane.

"Guys, I can't get arrested." Pope says as police sirens are heard.

"I'm on probation." JJ adds.

"Look, we're no good if we're all in jail." Kiara tells the group so they run off leaving John B.

While they wait out they see the plane fly over causing Pope to break and brake everything. Kiara kept yelling his name but Callie told her he needed to let it out.

"I was wondering when this was going to happen. Here you go, chef." JJ holds out the vale of weed to Pope, "A little weed never hurt no one." Pope takes it since he lost his scholarship.

John B shows up so they rush over to him to see his hands bloody. Later in the day John B after telling the group what really happed he decided to go to the sheriff's office to report what happened.

"Start the car, Kie! Go! Go!" John B jumps back in making the others panic and drive off. All night they hide out in the car to avoid the police looking for John B.

"So, um... okay, bad news. The ferry's closed, and there is this." Pope shows them the wanted flyer, "Okay, so the whole island's lookin for John B right now."

"That's a lot of money. Literally anyone will turn you in for that. Any Pogue would too. Wait, JJ, does your dad still have the cigarette boat? The Phantom. The one he used to race." Callie asks him.

"Maybe."

"Great, let's give it. You can get right I'm the coast, no problem." Pope starts the car.

"It's not going to be easy, Pope. I don't know where the keys are." JJ tells him while Pope makes a scene saying he's so high.

"Your car's on the poster." John B speaks up and Pope honks the horn getting people's attention pointing out John B so Pope takes off.

"I should be the last to say this, but you are not okay to drive. Stop!" JJ shouts at Pope so he slams on the breaks.

"John B, get out." Pope looks back at him.

"He's right. We'll draw the cops, you run. I'll get the rig, and I'll meet you in the dump tomorrow, okay. Three o'clock." JJ says as John B gets out taking off.

Pope and JJ get high while they keep driving around pissing Kiara and Callie off.

"Pull over!" Kiara yells so Pope does as he said making JJ laugh so Callie glares at him.

"JJ, it's not funny, he shouldn't be driving." Callie says as Kiara gets out of the car.

"Mama's mad." He smiles holding out the blunt to her.

"No. Stop it." She pushes his hand away as Pope climbs over to the passenger seat for Kiara to drive to the Camerons for Sarah.

Pope goes with her while the other two wait at the car, "Come on, relax some." JJ massages Callie's shoulders as they stand outside the car.

"Relax? Our best friend is wanted for murder while the real killer is in that house but no one will believe the truth." She moves her shoulders so he turns her to face him, "Don't look at me with those eyes."

"What am I doing?" He smiles resting his forehead on hers, "Callie, I love you. I've loved you since the day I saw you in kindergarten but was too scared to talk to you until the fourth grade when John B started talking to you."

"JJ, it's not exactly the right time to be doing this. We need to focus on helping our best friend then our feelings for each other. Trust me, I want this but we need to wait and you're incredibly high right now." Callie holds his face in her hands.

"I just wanted to tell you." He holds her before the other two come back and head to The Wreak to spend the night.

-

While Pope goes to get gas for the boat, the other three pack up food for John B's trip off the island. As they head out Kiara's parents show up asking where was she.

"Where you even going to tell us? Callie, and your aunt Tess is worried about you and JJ." Anna tells the girls before trying to stop them from leaving.

Callie and JJ felt bad as Kiara kept apologizing to her mother as she gets in the car to drive off to JJ's place. Kiara asks if he wants them to go with him and he said no as they pulled up to his place.

As he gets out of the backseat the girls watch him go inside the house, "So you two?" Kiara speaks up so Callie looks at her, "You two are a good match." She smiles.

"He told me last night he's loved me since kindergarten before I even knew he existed. But I agree with you, just right now isn't the best time to get together. John B needs us to focus on helping him." Callie looks back towards the house.

"I agree." Kie says as JJ gets back in with the key so they head off.

When they get to the boat Kie didn't think it was a junker after JJ takes so well about it. "Really? She's right there, Kie. She can hear you. Let's just put it this way. You would not be smokin weed right now is she never existed, okay?"

"You talk like you love this boat more than Cal. And yeah, I know. It's obvious." Kie smiles at the two and they think Pope showed up.

"Hey, there. What's goin on? JJ. How you guys doin?" Rafe walks in, "Nice to see you again, Cal."

"You look like shit, Rafe. Can't get your hands on your cocaine?" Callie says as Barry walks before pointing a gun at JJ.

"See, don't think I forgot about me and you in the side of the road. I'm here because I want my motherfuckin money." Barry hits him.

"JJ! JJ!" Callie goes to help him so Rafe moves her and Kie away asking for John B.

"I don't know!" Kie slaps him across the face then says she knows he killed Peterkin making him grab her by the throat.

"Rafe! Let her go." Callie shouts so he shoves her far with his other hand and she sees Pope show up. The boys overpower Barry and Rafe so they rush to get away with the boat.

When they have the Phantom ready for John B, he shows up but Sarah wasn't there at the dock so John B had to leave for the sake of time.

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry for basically... throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing." He tells his friends and they say they love him.

"You okay?" JJ asks as they walk away a few feet as John B left.

"Not really but he has to go." Callie takes his hand into hers and they see Kie and Pope kissing, "Thought no Pogue on Pogue macking?" She giggles looking at JJ.

"The rule has already been broken a few times." He smiles as cops show up pissed that John B is out on the water.

The four are taken having to go wait at the base being watched. JJ held Callie's hand as they just sat around when their friends were being search for. Once the power on the island came back on, they spotted the boat so boats went fret the two. The only option John B had was to drive out into the storm, so when it settled down they had a search team go out to find them.

"Did you find them?" The four walk over to Shoupe and other deputies.

"No."

"So they got away?" Kie asks.

"We, uh... we lost them. I'm sorry."

"You lost them? What do you mean you lost them? Like, they're gone? What are you talking about?" Pope asks worried.

"They took an open boat into a tropical depression, Pope."

"So they're dead? Callie asks.

"We don't know."

"You drove them straight through the storm, man! Are you kidding me? Come here, man! I'm gonna kill you, you bastard!" JJ grabs Shoupe so a deputy pulls him away and Callie tries to calm him down.

"Please stop, JJ. Please." Callie starts to cry so he calms down pulling her into a hug as Kiara's and Pope's parents come in to go comfort them.

"Thank, god!" Tess rushes into the tent going over to the two wrapping her arms around JJ and Callie, "I'm so sorry. I know, it's hard." Tess rubs their backs as they cry.

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

[katiesharms]

Heyo!!🥰💕✨💗🎇💖🎆💕✨💗🎇💖🎆💕 hope you're doing well, dear writer!💛 dear Lord I know I'm getting on 'annoying' level but God, did I mention I dislike commenting on ao3? I just don't like it! I find tumblr more friendly and when I type here my fingers slip on keyboard and type my whole heart out! It's like a magic place! Sorry if my ask is too long!🙈💗💗💗

I just finished new chapter of 'There's money for the taking (and the happiness we all deserve)' and *deep inhale* brace yourself because I WANNA YELL CUS OF HOW GOOD IT IS!! I JUST SCREAMED WHEN JAKE MESSAGED BRAD AND HE CAME OVER AND ASKED JAKE WHAT HAPPENED BUT JAKE WENT 'I CAN ASK THE SAME' sweetie that's not how you do it hxgx I wanted to melt in the ground if I were Jake! God he's so bold and so straight-going when it's what he wants and he's so inexperienced but God is he sweet?! He's a darling I want to protect!!🥺💖💖 (also I want a friend like Javy! That boy is so supportive and understanding and caring he's so precious!) Ok ok different thoughts are coming and going but hhn why Brad broke his rule and drank that night?? (Which reminds me of that scene from Gone With the Wind novel where Rhett gets drunk and manhandles Scarlett around) Was it cus of Jake maybe?? Or... *gasp* oh my God cus of Tasha? *slapping a hand on my mouth* God if it's going to be tragic-ly angst-y that Brad ends up torn between starting a relationship with Jake or going back to Tasha (or some secret lover??) I don't want to know! Don't want to spoil it for myself!! You mentioned Brad isn't seeing someone at the moment but I think he sees no need to.. lie? Also he said 'I bring all my dates here for skating' and so it means Jake isn't special (which hurt my heart but.. yeah.. he takes money to stay with Brad) but then he does sweet things for Jake and 'to' Jake and it's like he actually 'cares'.. also I LOVED ice skate scene!! The whole scene I was giggling and smiling so wide and it all was really lovely!🥰🥰💕💕💕 though I wish there was more? God I want to throw these two in a room then lock it then yell at them to 'create sweet scenes together now!'🤭🙈💜💜💜 the last scene 'party scene' was my fave! Jake feeling out of place (my poor darling.. I understand the feeling. How much I love to change it for you.. I just hope Brad, you know, does something and make it official or...) and then mocking Brad cus he was avoiding Mav (God I was begging him to stop! Jake don't tell such thing right now!) And then Brad squeezing his wrist (which I'd end up crying if someone does it to me.. though Jake back-talked and made Brad angry and he had it coming but.. that was kinda cruel💔 I can say I also liked how rude and mean Bradley is toward Jake? He reminds me of a version of Bruce Wayne but this one is TOO impolite and care free toward his dates. Oh my God is it why Tasha left him??) And then their talk in the car after (again, I'd cry all the way😅) but my breath caught in my chest when Brad went and drew the last line; it's how it is, don't want it then it's over between us." Oh my God I just can say I'd end up crying 'louder'! I mean, sir you were too rude at me in that party you dragged me to and squeezed my smoll wrist and now it's over?! But Jake thought of his rent and that he needs Brad's money and when he invited Brad inside, he was shocked.. I want to smash him in face with.. with a pillow (cus his face is cute ok) "ok you're paying him but that was abuse!! In a way!"

Oh my God I almost forgot to mention that smoll, blink-and-you-miss-it daddy kink at the end! I think he meant maybe if they get official he'll be more than happy for Jake to call him that in their bedroom?? Oh, oh dear ok unrelated but I love it that you give Brad gold chain to wear!! I just find it really fitting and it just makes imagination goes colorful and dreamy!💖💖 oh and that sweet part when he had 'two' pair of gloves (for him and Jake because he knows Jake definitely doesn't own one) was endearing! And I think cufflinks are kind of love language here? I just love every part of this story!! It's not even finished but I want it published and in my library as a long romance novel!!🥺🥺💕💕💕

Thank you again for posting new chapter!🥰🥰💕💜💛💕💜💛💕💜💛💕 oh and, don't you want a house/room mate?? God I promise I sleep under stairs and even wash and iron clothes too! I just want to talk and talk and talk for HOURS about your story for you and I can even show you smoll writings/doodles I made too!💗💜💛💕💖💗💜💛💕💖💗💜💛💕💖💗

Love you!

M.

hi!!!! every time i post a chapter now i look forward to these messages omg.

the javy/jake friendship in this fic is so much fun to write! you just know javy is watching his boy make the stupidest decisions but still supporting him.

bradley drank at thanksgiving bc he was triggered by having to spend so much time with mav, and didn't feel comfortable enough in jake's presence. there's def nothing to be worried about on the nat front lol they're very amicable exes, but natasha is protective of her friend because she was there for him when people where their most exploitative toward bradley after his mom died.

you saying bradley reminds you of bruce wayne is so cool, i never really thought to draw on that character for influence! i think the whole squeezing his wrist and forcing jake to leave is bradley's way of biting back to jake being completely out of line. they push each other and they don't mind a harsh retaliation, because they're both kind of asking for it. jake is excited by how challenging bradley is, and by how bradley is a little dangerous and unknown. the whole fun of a sugar daddy au is fucked up dynamics, imo, and bradley does hold a degree of power over jake. the money complicates the sex and the sex complicates the money

as for the daddy kink...i can only say hehehee

[dracoslittleangel]

The Dark Mark (d.m.) (requested)

Warning: I haven't re-read it so there might be some mistakes.

Y/N'S POV

I stared at the blue sky, the chirping of birds and the voice of the moving water in the black lake calming me down. My head resting on my boyfriend-well-secret boyfriend's stomach, his one arm around me, the other tangled in my hair.

I sighed in content. This is all I have ever wanted, to be in the arms of the love of my life- Draco Malfoy. He is my home. I feel safe with him.

It was our sixth year at hogwarts. Among all the chaos, we both didn't get much time to spend with one another, considering we were secretly dating.

No one knew about us, not even my bestfriends- Harry, Hermione and Ron. And I don't plan on telling them anytime soon, knowing they'll not approve of my relationship with Draco. And none of Draco's friends knew either, considering I am a muggleborn. Contrary to popular belief, Draco doesn't hate muggleborns, Infact, he becomes quite interested when it comes to muggle things, although he'd never admit it ,otherwise , his 'bad boy' image would be ruined.

My thoughts were interrupted by him shifting underneath me. "Draco", I whined. "Stop moving!" He just ignored me and continued moving. I got up to see why he was moving so much to see him removing his jacket. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as to why he was doing so. He looked up at me and smiled. "Its getting colder darling, wouldn't want you to catch cold, now would I?", he smiled warmly at me. "How did I get so lucky to have you?", I smiled fondly at him and crawled upto him to lay on top of him. I wrapped my hands around his torso and rested my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and closed my eyes.

I felt him put his jacket on my shoulders and then he wrapped his arms around me. It's been 3 years of us dating and he hasn't changed one bit. I still remember the day vividly.

-flashback- I was walking down the corridor to the great hall for lunch when I heard my name being called. "Ms. Y/L/N" "Professor Snape?" "Since you are one of the brightest students in my class,I want you to help Mr. Malfoy in completing his work." I wanted to deny, but I knew I couldn't because Malfoy is his favourite student. "Yes professor." Great! Now I have to do his homework. He'll probably annoy me to the point where I'd rather smash my head into a wall. And now I have to skip lunch too..Ugh. Although I may or may not have a tiny crush on him,but I know he'd never like me back. I mean I am a muggleborn-or in his language- a mudblood.

-time skip- "Listen here Malfoy, I am just here to help you only because Professor Snape asked me to and I don't want to come on his bad side.", I said while rolling my eyes. I was sitting in the hospital wing on the chair beside his bed. Honestly, I don't think he is even hurting by the way he is annoying me. "No need to lie to me Y/L/N. I know you came here to check up on me because you just can't resist me..I mean who could?" And there it was. The annoyingly attractive smirk was back.

"You are unbelieveable", I groaned.

"You are in denial Y/L/N. I know you like me." "So what if I do?", I blurted out without thinking. Shit. My hands clasped over my mouth and my eyes became the size of a saucer. His eyes were the same size as mine and he had a taint of pink on his cheeks. *Wait what? He was blushing?*

"I-I sh-should go.", I stood up and was about to turn around when a cold hand yanked me back and I was pushed flushed onto a chest. Draco's.

I was practically lying on top of him and our lips were barely a centimeter apart. "I like you too.", he whispered. And with that he connected his lips to mine in a loving yet passionate kiss. -flashback over-

I smiled at the memory and hugged Draco tighter. "What are you smiling at, love?", he asked, looking down at me. "Nothing, just remembered our first kiss. Do you remember?" "Of course I do, the best day of my life!", he chuckled. I looked up and into his eyes. "I love you, Draco." "I love you more, darling.", he kissed the top of my head.

-time skip- DRACO'S POV I was listening to Pansy ranting about- well I wasn't listening, when a familiar owl came flying in and dropped a letter in front of me. All eyes turned to me-probably because it was too early for mail. I mean we have been here for not even an entire month. Ignoring the stares, I opened the letter and ofcourse it was from my father.

Dear Draco, I want you to come back to the manor next weekend for the meeting. Sincerely Lucius Malfoy.

WHAT? I told him I didn't want to be a death eater. I am not a monster. Yet, he still arranged the meeting. God, I hate him. He can't control me. I am not going to the so-called meeting. He surely can't force me to come when I am here at Hogwarts. My frustration must have showed by my face because when I looked up, I met Y/N's concerned eyes. 'What's wrong?', she mouthed, to which I replied with a simple 'Nothing'. She just nodded although she didn't seem convinced.

3RD PERSON POV Back at the manor, when Draco didn't show up for the meeting, Lucius was furious to say the least. He didn't understand what was keeping his son from obeying him, his father, someone he has never said 'no' to before. There has to be something that is keeping him from fulfilling his duties...or rather someone.

He eventually got to know that Draco's been rather cozy with a girl. And not just any girl, but a mudblood. When Lucius got the news, he was fuming with anger. How could his son, a Malfoy, date a mudblood? So he did what he decided was best. Use that mudblood.

He owled Draco to meet him at the manor the next weekend, saying that he needed to talk to him about something important. Although Draco didn't want to go, he still decided to go because he didn't want to face the wrath of his father after disobeying him twice.

Meanwhile, Lucius asked Bellatrix to keep an eye on Y/N Y/L/N and bring her to the manor any chance she gets. When she saw her alone at hogsmeade, that too with Potter, Weasely and Granger, she didn't waste any time in using the Petrification spell and confiscating their wands.

DRACO'S POV Why does father want me there again? I don't want to go, but I have to. He said there's something really important. But what?

3RD PERSON POV The next weekend, Draco apparated to the Malfoy Manor. When he stepped into the living room, he saw something he would never have expected to see at his place. Y/N. But she was chained?

"Y/N?" "D-Draco?", her voice just above a whisper.

Draco was about to speak, but was cut off by someone clasping his hands from behind him. He looked back to see his father tying his hands with a spell.

"Father!"

"Now now Draco, just shut up and let me have fun with this mudblood",cackled a feminine high-pitched voice- Bellatrix.

Draco widened his eyes, knowing exactly what her fun meant. "No!", he yelled. "Don't you dare touch her!", he warned.

Bellatrix cackled once more. "My dear nephew is in love." "Love makes a person weak.", Lucius scoffed from behind him.

Draco didn't have time to respond as Bella had already made her way to Y/N and used the Cruciatus curse on her.

Her body felt like it was being stabbed by a hundred-thousand knives at once. Her legs gave up and she dropped to her knees. Her screams echoed through the entire room.

Draco watched his girl, the person who he loved the most on this planet, scream and whimper in pain and he couldn't help the tears forming in the eyes.

"STOP! STOP!", he yelled but to no avail. Bellatrix simply ignored his pleas to stop torturing the girl he loved with all his heart.

"I'll do anything! Just please stop!" Now this caught the attention of both Bellatrix and Lucius. "Tell me boy, are you ready to serve The Dark Lord?", Lucius smirked at his success.

Y/N's eyes widened as she heard this. When she met Draco's pleading eyes, she shook her head, as if to tell him not to do so.

"Will it mean you would spare Y/N?", he asked his father, eyes still on Y/N. "Yes, we would, only if you promise to serve the Lord with all your sincerity."

Draco took a deep breath and nodded his head. "No! Don't do this Draco, please", Y/N pleaded. "I am sorry.", he looked down, unable to meet her eyes. He then turned to his father. "Yes, I'd do whatever you want me to." Lucius smirked victoriously, thinking his plan worked. He then untied Draco's hands, ready to arrange a meeting with you-know-who.

But as soon as Draco's hands got freed, he took out his wand and pointed it at his father. "Did you really think I'd serve you-know-who? I'd never do that! Petrificus Totalus!" He then turned to Bellatrix who had her wand pointed at the girl.

"Put your wand down Draco, otherwise she'll suffer the consequences!"

Draco looked at her, then at Y/N. He slowly started to bend down to put his wand on the floor. And when Bellatrix changed her aim from Y/N to Draco, he immediately picked his wand up. "Expelliarmus!", her wand came flying into Draco's hand.

"Stupefy!", she went flying backwards and into the wall, lying unconscious.

Draco immediately rushed to Y/N's side who was lying on the floor. "Y/N, love, are you alright? I am so so sorry, this is all my fault.", he sobbed.

"This is not your fault, Draco, please don't apologize.", she croaked and wiped his tears with her thumb.

"We have to save Harry, Hermione and Ron, they are in the dungeons, I assume", she whispered.

"What? They are here?", he asked, eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "Yes, they were with me when Bellatrix found us, please save them."

He nodded and picked her up bridal style, considering she couldn't even speak properly and made his way down to the dungeons.

When he reached the cells, he saw them sitting on the floor with concern all over their faces.

When they heard the voice of footsteps, they all looked up to find Malfoy, with Y/N in his arms, unconscious.

"What happened to her?!", Hermione exclaimed.

Draco didn't notice that she had fainted. When he saw, he widened his eyes. "I'll tell you all later, first let's get out of here." "Alohamora", he unlocked the bars. They all rushed out and grabbed their wands from him and apparated back to Hogwarts.

-time skip- Y/N'S POV I woke up to the sound of distinct voices. "When will she wake up?", a feminine voice asked, who sounded like Hermione. "She is okay, she should be up soon", replied another feminine voice. I opened my eyes and blinked a couple times to adjust to the white light. I looked down to see my hand was being held by another pale hand. I looked up to see Draco. When he met my eyes, a grin slowly etched on his face. "Y/N, you are up!", he exclaimed. "Draco?" "Yes! I am here, how are you feeling?" "I am feeling fine except for the fact that I can't really move any part of my body.", I replied truthfully. "I am so so sorry Y/N! I never meant for any of this to happen.", he cried. "Its alright Draco. It's not your fault."

I was so focused on him that I didn't realise 3 other people standing there with shocked look on their faces.

"Y/N?", said Ron. "Oh uh..", I looked at Draco with raised eyebrows, as if asking him to tell them about our relationship , and he nodded, as if to say its okay. I looked back at the three of them. "Uh..m-me and Draco a-are dating.", I stuttered out. All of their eyes widened. "You what?", all three exclaimed at the same time. "How long?", asked Harry. "Th-three years." They gasped. "Why-why didn't you tell us Y/N?" I looked down not wanting to meet their eyes. Just as I was about to answer, Draco interjected. "Because we feared this is exactly how you'd react.", he spat. "Look Potter, I know we have not been on good terms-" Harry scoffed. But Draco continued,"- but I used to bully you all only because I wanted to make my father proud. I didn't mean any of this. My father forces me to do things, and this is exactly why I was mean to all of you. But I love Y/N very much, and I'd do anything to protect her from harm, even if it means I am in harm." I squeezed Draco's hand and gave him a loving smile, which he returned. "And I love Draco very much too", I said.

The trio were a bit skeptical at first, but when they saw how happy you were around Draco, they eventually forgave him and tried to be as civil as possible with him, which then turned into a good friendship. A/N:This is the probably the longest I have ever written...

[blueicequeen19]

What Now? Pt. 3

Warnings: fighting, angst, somno, unprotected sex

I turn away from the scene in front of me and quickly make my way back towards my car, my throat tightening with the need to cry and scream my heart out. I couldn't believe this. I wouldn't believe it if someone told me but seeing her hand on his dick confirmed it. He wanted Chelsea back. All that shit he said was a fucking lie.

"Y/N! Wait!" I hear him coming after me and I take off in a run, seeing my car parked in the distance. I couldn't do this. I wouldn't. I would not beg him to choose me. At this rate, I never wanted to see him again. "Fucking stop!" I get my hand on the handle just as arms wrap around my waist and tear me away.

"Why are you running? Afraid of what I have to say?" JJ snaps, his body pressed into my back was almost enough to distract me.

"Get off of me! I don't care what you have to say!" I cry, thrashing in his arms but he doesn't let me go. If anything he holds me tighter.

"You don't care? Maybe I want to hear more about this Touron you fucked." JJ bites out and I freeze, dread setting in. He knows. He wouldn't bring it up right now unless he knew. "Yea, that's what I thought. You fucking lied to me." His arms released me and I suddenly wanted nothing more than him to hold me against him again. I turn around, fighting back tears as he glares at me with glassy eyes. He'd been drinking again.

"That was before I knew how you felt. It didn't mean anything." I sob. JJ backs away, shaking his head as his own eyes fill with tears.

"It. Means. Everything." His hand clutches his chest like he's struggling to breathe, blinking back the tears so they don't fall.

"It was stupid. I knew he wouldn't make a big deal about it. I knew it would mean nothing to him."

"You lied to me and now you're making excuses for him. You slept with the enemy! You gave part of yourself to him. Would you have even told me the truth? Do you know he was bragging about it to Kelc and Topper? How he enjoyed training you." I can't say anything. I don't know if I'd have ever told him the truth out of fear of losing him. Now it was too late. JJ turns away but I catch his hand. He tries to pull away but I don't let him, wrapping my arms around his waist in one more desperate attempt.

"Please don't walk away. Don't do this. Don't use Chelsea to punish me. Tell me how to fix it and I'll do it." I cry. JJ scoffs, refusing to look at me as his bottom lip trembles. "We talk it out, right? Let's talk. Please don't shut me out." His hazy blue eyes land on me, piercing me with his anger.

"That was before you lied to me. I feel like I don't even know you! You know everything Rafe did to us and you did it anyway." My heart crumbles as JJ yanks away from me and makes his way back the way he came. Back to Chelsea. I throw the door open of my car and plop down in the seat as heartbreak threatens to suffocate me.

I woke up with a start, someone was rummaging around in the kitchen. It had to be late. My head was still heavy from the weed and alcohol. I could barely keep my eyes open but I managed to climb out of bed. I peek my head outside my bedroom door to see JJ looking through the fridge without a care in the world. I watch as he makes a bologna sandwich, piled high with just about anything you can add to a sandwich along with potato chips. He smashes the top slice of bread on top before he chows down, groaning with happiness. He was way fucked up. I'm about to shut my door when his eyes land on mine and he smiles, taking another bite of his sandwich. I should let him be but I missed him so much. I just wanted to be in his company.

"Munchies, J?" I half-joke as I stay propped up in my doorway. JJ offers another goofy grin before finishing his food and downing it with more beer.

"That was the best sandwich I've ever had in my life." JJ toes his boots off then pulls his shirt off, chest glistening with sweat. I can't help the desire that shoots through me as I look at his muscular body. Especially now that I knew what that prominent V led to.

"Do you need help getting to bed?" I ask. My eyes widen as he strips out of his shorts and pulls his socks off. Does he think he's in his bedroom?

"No, my bed is right there." He points to the kitchen table and I roll my eyes. JJ stumbles towards me and I have no choice but to catch him as he comes half way into my bedroom instead of his. He goes limp in my arms just as I get him to the bed and I manage to turn him on his side in case he vomits. I push his hair out of his face just as he starts to snore softly. I crawl in beside him, careful not to get too close in case he wakes up and becomes angry over being in my bed. I let my eyes trail over his bare back and the muscles on display before I turn on my side and fall back asleep.

Intense pleasure between my legs along with a sudden gush of liquid has me jerking awake. The pleasure grows more intense and I suddenly can't tell if I'm still dreaming or not.

"Holy shit, you just came in your sleep." I look back over my shoulder, JJ pressed against my back while holding one of my legs open. I reach between my legs, feeling where he's inside me. I moan, sinking against him as he fucks me deep and slow. I reach back and tangle my hand in his hair, diving head first into the pleasure. A small voice in the back of my head told me we'd regret this in the morning. In the morning, he'd hate me again so we should stop. We should stop.

"J, we should stop. I don't want you to regret this. You're wasted." I mumble, rolling my hips back against him. I felt like I was floating.

"I can't stop. I can't." His lips find my neck and I gasp as his teeth graze that sensitive spot behind my ear, giving me butterflies. I didn't have the strength to stop either. I don't realize how loud I'm getting until his hand snakes up my body and covers my mouth, his grunts echoing in my ears. His hips snapped forward harder, my back molded perfectly to his front while he fucks me. "Play with your pussy. Rub your clit for me. You can do it." His lustful voice has my eyes ready to roll back as I quickly move my hand between my thighs. As soon as I touch the sensitive bud, my body tightens around him and he growls, burying his face in my neck. My body ignites with my orgasm causing me to cry out into his hand, my body trembling like a leaf. JJ suddenly yanks out, releasing all over my ass with a pained groan while I fight to catch my breath.

"Shit." I hear him groan. I feel him wipe me clean then he drops back down on the bed, sleep taking hold of me once again.

The thing about roommates is that no one cares if you're sleeping. Certainly not in this house. I sit up, yanking on a pair of sleep pants while a dull throb settles into my head. My bed was empty so the person throwing a fit in the other room had to be JJ. I throw the bedroom door open and find JJ in his room, sorting through the mess like he's looking for something.

"Do you mind?" I snap, blinking my eyes against the sunlight pouring in from his window. JJ glares back at me.

"I assume the cum on my dick is from you?" His words are a knife to the heart but I don't let it show.

"Um, I woke up with your dick inside of me. You came on to me."

"Why was I in your bed?"

"Because that's where you put yourself."

"You couldn't kick me out?"

"I'm sorry. Next time I'll push you in the floor." I say sarcastically.

JJ ignores me now, rummaging through his room some more. If I had to bet money, he was either looking for his phone or his lighter. Both seemed to be a lifeline for him. I shake my head and shut myself in my room, willing the tears to just leave me alone.

[spaceprincessem]

Wip asks

Tell me more about the elevator one I’ve enjoyed the snippets

And which one is your favourite 💕💕

hi spots 💖

elevator fic is set in a post 6a verse about buck running into ana and them getting stuck in an elevator together. i also may have crushed buck like a lil potato chip so he's in recovery right now and figuring out where he fits in eddie's life. the idea came because i think i'd be interesting for ana and buck to have a conversation post break-up and i fully believe that the first thing out of eddie's mouth when he woke up from the shooting coma was buck so i think it would be fun to explore ana and buck talking about that as well

here's a lil snippet!

Ana, thankfully, takes it in stride, her smile a little sad as she asks, “How is Edmundo?” Buck scrunches his nose at Eddie’s full name, never quite liking how she says it, but he isn’t sure why (lie).

“Oh, uh, Eddie?” Buck fumbles over the words. “Yeah, he’s good. Really good.”

“No more panic attacks?” 

There’s something to her tone, just a touch of bitterness Buck is intimately familiar with when you mention something you should be over. How somewhere deep, deep, down it still rattles in the hollow places it carved in your bones. And he can’t really blame Ana. Not when part of Eddie’s panic wrapped around the idea of starting a family with her. He also can’t forget that late night phone call. Christopher’s desperate voice and Eddie’s screams as he smashed his room to pieces. He can’t forget how his heart tried to rip out of his chest because maybe if it tore itself from his body it could reach Eddie faster than the Jeep could. He will never forget those few, horrible, gut-wrenching seconds of silence that followed when he broke down Eddie’s bedroom door. He shuts those particular thoughts away before Ana can ask.

my favorite wip right now might be the proposal one just because it's a little but lighter and a good break after writing the heavy (and hefty) group therapy au