#and god forbid you go a street up and turn around

[eonars]

this place is fucking unlivable in the summer and not bc of the heat it never actually gets that hot it's getting stuck behind a barely street legal rented golf cart thing on the pch that tops out at 17mph that's absolutely chock full of strange little pale children who are dangling off the edges of it awestruck at the wonders of the pacific ocean while the dad driving it is leisurely cruising around the streets cause he thinks this is disneyland or some other guided journey through a created world meanwhile I'm stuck behind them chewing my steering wheel off we can't pass they refuse to pull over and let actual cars pass them by my sandwich is wilting in the passenger seat and the two rashguard and crocs wearing children in the back bench part of the golf cart thing keep staring at me

[hyewka]

please, noona | c.sb

summary; your brother forbids you from talking to any of his friends when they come over. in his words, you'd seduce them and take away their 'innocence' as if you were a witch in hunt for dick every second of the day. he's especially strict about soobin, his similarly nerdy best friend that comes over every other day to play games.

which sucks because that meant you had to be stuck in your room very often...until beomgyu finally leaves to quickly buy some snacks.

warnings; perv!soobin, titty sucking, soobin's sorta a himbo, noona kink, big useless dick, dry humping (is it a hyewka fic without dry humping???) soobins obsessed with tits, creampie, mentions of a breeding kink, soobin cums a lot, use of pet names, and of course sub!soobin + brief appearance of ex!yeonjun

You never understood why you had to be the one locking yourself in a room as if you weren't the one paying rent, and out of the kindness of your heart, let your hobo brother freeload off you. He should've been the one staying in his room instead of hogging the living room with his loser friends, but alas, you took the the role of the older sister, and let the boy do his shenanigans (for as long as your patience can handle, which you now think won't be very long).

Today was one of those days where you got comfortable on your couch, every limb of your body relaxing, in your pajamas that consisted of a lousy tank top and shorts. You don’t get these days often, most of your time spent wearing ugly work pantsuits. But of course, the comfort doesn’t last long—all of a sudden, Beomgyu's yelling for you to go to your room because someone's coming over. Again.

You’re about to take your stance, because fuck that, but he pulls you up like the little bitch he is and pushes you into a room, shutting the door before you could say another word.

"Fuck you Beomgyu! I swear to fucking god I'll kick your ass to the curbs tomorrow!" you yell at the closed door.

"No you wouldn't!" he yells back, and you raise a trembling fist in the air as if he could see, gritting your teeth, but drop it when you realize the little damned troll was right. You wouldn't go through with your promise any time soon, let alone tomorrow— you coddled your little brother too much.

When you defeatedly turn around, you immediately notice he put you in the wrong room, which pisses you off more. His room. The place was gross, clothes you're sure haven't been washed in ages discarded all around the room. Mostly on the floor.

You tiptoe to the bed, trying to avoid as much of the dirty underwear and socks, hesitantly sitting on his bed as if it was infested with bugs. Which was likely.

What you usually spend your time doing at times like these is a mindless scroll through your social media, effectively ignoring the unread messages. But when you pat around for a feel of your phone, you find your pockets are empty. You throw your head back, groaning. You left it on the couch because of how haste Beomgyu was being.

Sometimes a nap would do when he took too long to call it a day with his friends. This time, you almost fall asleep staring at the poster on the ceiling, until you figure out the voices that transcended through your walls. It was only Beomgyu and Soobin today, which meant that this might take the entire day.

Fucking great.

"It's down the street, I think." you open a shut eye, eavesdropping in what your brother was saying. Were they finally leaving? "Wait, hold on, I'll come back."

It's silent until suddenly, the door's pushed open, Beomgyu poking his head in. His brows are furrowed, one of confusion, "Why're you in my room?" You want to yell he pushed you into his shit bedroom but he shakes his head quickly, cutting off your incoming scolding,  like he was in a hurry. "Ya noona, that local convenience store's still open right?"

You roll your eyes. "Lotte mart? That's not local."

He deadpans. One thing about younger siblings was that they are impatient little shits. "Yeah, it's still open." you reply.

Not even a thanks, and he's gone. Which you expected— the exact reason you lied. They closed the location a few weeks back. He'd have to walk to the other closest convenience store, which was at least an hour away.

Serves him right.

The moment you hear the door closing shut, you get up from the bed, immediately heading out of the suffocating bedroom, and head to the living room to retrieve your phone. You don’t expect to see Soobin still there, focused on his phone—assuming he was going to head out with Beomgyu.

He senses someone’s here, so curiously he looks up and meets your eyes, then his widen like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“H-hi noona.” he quips.

You wave, giving him a quick smile– you definitely found him adorable …but you weren’t in the mood to get scolded by Beomgyu for talking to the boy. So you keep it short, walking to get your phone which rested on the arm rest to the right of Soobin.

“Hey Soobin. Just here to get my phone.”

He tucks his chin in at the proximity when you reach over him to grab your phone—you can even hear him gulp. Probably because your tits were hanging right in front of him. You give him a quick glance, tilting your head after you successfully retrieve your phone in hand.

Unfortunately, he was adamant on keeping his eyes on the TV screen, which had a game paused, so he practically stared into nothingness. You wish you had guys as cute as Soobin when you were attending college. Instead you were stuck with cocky frat boys who expected a fuck after getting you a shitty drink.

“You’re leaving?”

You halt before looking over your shoulder, “Yeah, taking a nap.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah…um, goodnight—I mean, have a good sleep, or sorry, have a good nap.”

You break into a grin, nodding at the boy. What a loss that he just had to be friends with Beomgyu.

Your legs still midway into the narrow hallway.

You don't have to lock yourself in your room. Beomgyu was gone. In fact, he'll be gone for the next three hours and that wasn’t in account of his turtle-like pace, if your estimation was correct.

You’re a data analyst for a living, of course your estimation’s correct.

So, you go back, trace your steps, and make yourself comfortable. On your own couch, in your own apartment. It’s ridiculous how rare you got the chance to do just that.

Soobin doesn’t ask questions, but he does end up straightening his posture the moment you plop down next to him. “Can you pass me the remote?” You gesture towards it with your chin.

He nods, quickly getting it for you. You hesitantly take it from him, feeling bad. Poor boy, it’s like you were making him uncomfortable with your presence. So you give him a break, scooting away, making the gap between you both awkwardly big.

“You don’t mind me watching, right?” you look at his face for a response. You could totally drop your show if he didn’t want to sit through it– you wanted to give him the option. Though to be fair, knowing Soobin as much as you did (which was admittedly limited, but he was easy to read), you’re sure he’d let you watch even if he did mind.

Which is exactly what happens as he shakes his head, “No, no, it’s okay.” You peer at him before shrugging and opening Netflix.

Unfortunately, as much as you try your best to focus on the drama, Soobin’s polite posture and silence bothers you. Usually, whenever the rare occasion of bumping into Beomgyu’s friends in the hallway happens, they try to strike up a conversation. But Soobin was rather…modest. Too modest.

You pause the show.

“Soobin.” With his name called, he immediately looks over at you. “You know you can talk to me right? I'm not the evil witch my brother paints me as, I promise.”

His eyes are wide, waving his hand in denial, still as formal as ever. “No, it’s—it’s not like that Noona! I know. I know I can talk to you, I mean. Beomgyu tells me you’re nice.” You tilt your head– you doubt that was true.

But you don’t bother. “Oh. Okay, great!” you pull up your legs on the couch, turning your full body to face him. “So, tell me Soobin, are you an introvert?”

He seems startled, like he didn’t expect you to actually start a conversation but it doesn’t last long as he nods meekly. “Y-yeah, sort of.”

“Mm, makes sense. You don’t really make eye contact when talking.” The moment the realization hits Soobin, you huff out a laugh at how fast he turns his head to look at you, his ears noticeably red.

“S-sorry Noona.”

You click your tongue, a little disappointed at how he was still so formal with you. “You don’t have to be so formal, you know? I’m only like, three years older than you.” It takes him a few seconds before he nods, though you could tell by the appearance of a dimple, that he wasn’t going to let the formal language go.

Oh well. You’ll work with it. “So, Soobin. Question. How come you’re a completely different person when playing games? You’re loud, but when in a conversation, your voice is as soft as it can be humanely hearable.”

He’s noticeably embarrassed as his face flushes. “You–you heard me?”

You chuckle, “It’s a little hard not to.”

Soobin isn’t louder than Beomgyu, but was very darn close. Which is a feat considering someone two floors above you came over to complain about Beomgyu once.

“I’m sorry, I–I don’t mean to. I’ll be careful next time.”

You furrow your brows, before lightly slapping his shoulder. “Hey, stop apologizing. I’m just joking around, I really don’t mind. Sort of already used to it.”

“Still—”

You shake your head, cutting him off. “Let’s talk about something else. Um…oh! Do you have a girlfriend?” you teasingly drawl the girlfriend bit like a middle school boy, in attempt of making him a tinge more comfortable.

He’s meek again, biting the inside of his cheeks before he lets out a quiet no.

You gasp at the revelation, a hand shooting up over your mouth. “But you’re so handsome! How come?”

You definitely played it up a bit— you weren’t that shocked that he wasn’t dating considering how often he came over and how long he stayed.

He gets flustered once more, and finally, a small smile appears. “I don’t know. Probably because I’m horrible at flirting. And probably not that handsome.”

You pout, “Not that handsome? ’M being completely honest, I think you’re the cutest guy I’ve seen in a while.”

He flushes, playing with his hands. “Yeah... cute not handsome”

You got closer to him somehow so you’re able to give him a light nudge. “Handsome too idiot.”

He smiles, looking at you with so much adoration you could just pinch his cute cheeks.

The entire time you spend talking to him felt a little more chill, his posture relaxing along with the flow of conversation being a little more natural— though you still carried it most of the time.

You found out he liked a number of things. Anime, manga, collecting figures, obviously gaming. All things you usually assumed to be a little nerdy, but it was cute how he lit up talking about his favorites regardless. You find out he’s majoring in chem too, which you would have never guessed.

You also find out Soobin might just be the most obvious peeker; truly terrible at being discreet.

You really had a hard time not laughing every time you caught his eyes so obviously looking down at your cleavage, which you forgot was so revealing through the tank top you wore. More than once does he subconsciously wet his lips before he tries to pretend like he was listening to you talk.

You understand why Soobin was friends with Beomgyu rather quickly. Most of Beomgyu’s friends were greasy pervert losers. Soobin not any different, you figured. Except it was cute on him.

"Beomgyu said you had a boyfriend.” he mumbles, the longest eye contact he’s held with you the entire time you’ve been talking to him.

You tilt your head. "…I don't? I haven't dated anyone since Yeonjun." at his silence, you figure he's not one of your girlfriends who knew the ins and outs of your dating history, "Which was four months ago."

His lips form an O shape, nodding slowly.

"Did you ask him? Why? Were you curious?" you tease, and enjoy the way Soobin stumbles on his words, cheeks quickly running hot. "N-no, he just told me."

You hum knowingly. Before you know it, you ramble about another topic but like the shameless boy he is, you catch how his eyes trail down again. This time, you decide to end it, it’s clear he wanted something so you clear your throat. The conversation was slowly dying anyway.

His eyes snap back up almost immediately, cheeks still a bright shade of pink. “Um s-so…”

“I was talking about my favorite boba place just now.” His iris panics before he chuckles nervously, “Y-yeah. That.”

You smile looking down at his hands and take a notice of how big they are. Your finger trails to one, fingertip running circles on his palm.

He’s startled by the sudden contact, but doesn't pull away immediately. “Girls at school would probably ruin that pretty face of yours if they caught you staring at their tits so openly.”

His eyes shoot wide open, pulling his hands from you like you just poured boiling water on it. “I wasn't–”

You cut him off. “I should've counted but it was probably a hundred times I've seen you look, pervert.”

His face is so red, he truly looked like a tomato. You also catch the glistening of his waterline, his lower lip quivering. “I'm sorry Noona please don't be mad I—“

“Good thing I'm not a girl from school, huh?" You're quick to stop his rambling, not in the mood to be the cause of someone's tears. "Do you want to see them?”

His brows perk up almost immediately, the crease of his forehead apparent, doe eyes looking at you so intently.

“My tits. Wanna see them?”

He nods profusely before he shoots up a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, was that a trick question? I’m sorry—”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Adorable.” you coo, booping his nose. He frowns at that.

"I'm not a kid noona, you always—" he cuts himself off when you grip the hem of your tank top, pulling them over your bare breasts swiftly, showing them to the younger boy. You relish in his reaction, ends of your lips twitching up at the way his mouth falls open, licking them as he openly stares.

God, he was such a pervert.

“Can I...can i—" his words fall dry.

“You wanna touch?”

“Please noona.”

You shrug. He scoots closer, cold hand hesitant on your breasts, sending goosebumps on your skin with the touch. “Soobin, its okay, you can touch them”

He prepares both hands above your breasts before finally holding them. He feels by a few squeezes and then he starts playing, fondling like he's never seen a pair before.

His breathing gets heavier the rougher he squeezes, and especially when his thumb glazes over your nipple, which is the confirmation you got.

He was a total loser.

You hold his wrist, getting Soobin to stop, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he slowly pulls away, wiping the slight drool on the corner of his lips. “Was I too rough—?”

"A little, but I don't mind." You get on him, straddling his lap. Soobins big eyes look up at you, gulping at the possibility that you'll let him do what he thinks you'll let him do.

You feel the bulge between your legs and laugh. "You got hard from touching me? Big baby."

He frowns, "I'm not a baby."

"Oh really?" You grab the back of his head, and shove his face between your chest. Sure enough, Soobin's mouth already latches onto one of your nipples, starting to suck. "See? You're such a filthy pervert, already sucking the moment I give you the chance."

He's stupid enough to muffle out a thank you as if letting him suck was like handing him water at deserted desert. Your shirt is over his head as his face was buried in between your chest, spit already all over it— he was incredibly messy. A bead of sweat breaks out, running down his forehead.

You're startled when he goes over to your left breast, not letting it go without attention. His tongue flicks your nipple then he starts sucking harshly making you hiss. “Hey—hey! Soobin, not too rough.”

He doesn't respond nor does he relent, very obviously busy with sucking on your nipple, his other hand having free reign on your chest. You take a hold of his hair and pull him off you, his face coming into full view, lips glistening with spit. He was a mess. "Soobin, be gentle. I'm serious."

He nods and you sigh, his head once again eagerly going under your shirt. His hips start bucking into you, trying to get off, and you're sure your chest is entirely covered with hickeys-- your nipples hard and sore from all his sucking. “Wanna be inside noona, wanna be inside you." he manages to moan, voice muffled against your chest.

You close your eyes shut when you feel his bulge pressed against your clothed slit, moving just slightly to get yourself off a little too. “Yeah? Wanna fuck me?” You feel the earnest nod of his head and it makes you pout fondly. You decide to throw him a bone, you were pretty hot and bothered anyway.

"Okay baby, I'll let you."

You've never had a man be so eager to fuck you, or for better words, be fucked by you. But that could be explained by your dating history being mostly if not all, tatted macho men who liked being nonchalant. Maybe you should fuck losers more often.

By losers, you mean cute ones like Soobin.

His dick looked intimidating when you ordered for him to take it out- the swollen tip, concerningly red, precum already leaking down the veins of his fat dick and... shit that length might break you.

He's visibly embarrassed. “Um, if its too much then you don't have to—“

You position yourself on top of him again, giving him a reassuring smile. "I can take it.”

His eyes are glistening, the living room already dark due to the lack of the previous sunlight-- it was already noon. You figure you like it when guys look up at you like you had the entire world lying on your hand- your brother's best friend's working like an awakening in weird ways.

You finally sink down on him, letting out a sigh the more his length disappears into your cunt, stretching you out all the more, already hitting places you weren't sure would hit.

His pliant head falls back on the couch when he feels the warmth of your pussy- his jaw slacked, drool trickling down his chin as he lets out a strained moan. "Noona, noona I—"

The flaring of his nose is the last hint before you feel his hot semen spurt out inside you, and just when you think it's over, you feel a little more shooting up. You stare at the boy quizzically- you hadn't even moved yet and he already came.

Soobin raises his head, lower lip quivering, so obviously embarrassed by his premature orgasm. "I-i'm sorry noona, I didn't mean to- oh my god, what's gonna happen now? I can't take care of a baby I'm still in c-"

"Woah woah, Soobin, calm your ass, I'm on the pill."

He looks at you silent with a few confused blinks, before letting out an exhale of relief. You're still practically sitting on his dick, but you still find it in you to tease him after his panic ensues, "What? Were you gonna abandon me after impregnating me? Didn't think you'd be the type Soobin. Maybe even good boys can be such bitches."

The panic returns into his eyes as he shakes his head adamantly denying your attack of his character, "No! Noona, I wouldn't do that, I swear! I-i-"

"You what?" you cut him off harshly on purpose, slowly raising yourself to finally ride his twitching cock.

He immediately senses the movement, your attempt of being slow and careful failing. He squeezes his eyes shut, and you hiss disapprovingly. "Answer your noona Soobin, what would you do if you got me pregnant?"

"W-would take care of you." He whines when you fall back on his dick, a staggering breath out his mouth. You're not sure if he could even last a mere five minutes of you riding him.

"Yeah? Open your eyes for me baby."

He does as you say, though his lids are heavy over his eyes. His gaze once again finds your chest lewdly staring at the slight bounce, and before you know it, his hands are kneading your breasts again. "I would pamper you up noona, take you to all the five star restaurants." he breathes out.

You snort at his foolish promises, "With what money idiot? If anything, I'd be the one pampering you up, you're still a college student with student debt. You'd have to start working a lot more if you'd want to pamper me."

His eyes roll back when you speed up your pace on his dick for a brief second, "F-fuck, Noona--"

You feel his cock twitching inside you, and once again, strips of his cum rush into you. You wondered how much before you milked him dry? Because the boy was still as eager as ever, head going forward in attempt to latch his mouth on your nipple again, hips bucking up against your already steady pace. "I'd work ten shifts to provide for you and- mmf-- and our baby noona." he cutely muffles against your nipple.

You laugh—he was as naive as ever, but you appreciated the thought. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Your finger twirls a strand of his black hair, the innocent act in direct opposition of the filthy sound of skin on skin, combined with Soobin's fresh load making it a lot more squelching, that bounced of the walls.

"Soobin, g-good boy, suck my tits like a good boy." Your breathing gets heavier, the way he fills you up is turning out to be a lot more addicting than you thought it'd be. You assumed pain, which yeah, it still was a little painful, but you got used to it very quickly able to start feeling the pleasure overwhelm your senses.

Soobin pulls away from your chest with a pop, slowly raising his head over your shirt to look at you. "Noona?" he calls out with half lidded eyes.

"Yeah?"

"You really don't have a boyfriend right?"

You're caught off guard with the question. Obviously if you had a boyfriend you wouldn't be riding his fucking dick.

He catches your miffed look and is quick to defend himself despite your pussy clenching around him, "I-it's just-hah! Fuck- noona, it's just someone was blowing up your phone earlier- and I didn't mean to peek but- cumming, I'm cumming noona!" he cries out, successfully letting out his words before he actually orgasms.

You had picked up your pace with every word he spoke, attempting to not ruin your own high, and sure enough, you reach it, cumming in unision with Soobin's, your head exhaustedly falling onto his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

Under you, Soobin's body was shaking, still feeling spurts of his cum. "The contact name was Yeonjun."

Your daze snaps, head shooting up at the mention of your ex. "What?"

"He kept on calling so I thought that might've been your boyfriend...but then you told me he was your ex." he replies, voice hoarse you think as a result of his rather loud whines earlier.

"I wasn't lying Soobin, he really is my ex."

"I-i wasn't accusing you of lying it's just...I don't know, I thought that maybe..."

Your subconscious drowns out Soobin's rambling, still confused that Yeonjun was ringing you up in the first place. What for? Did he leave something that he forgot to take four months ago?

That wasn't likely. You remember the day he came over to take his things very vividly. With how urgently he looked, you figured Yeonjun was serious about his belongings.

So, what was it?

With Yeonjun, it was on and off. In a way that surely couldn't be healthy for either party involved. Which is the exact reason you mutually decided to break it off a few months ago, cutting off all contact. You even blocked his socials. Each one. Instagram, snapchat, twitter, facebook.

Except for the most important, most relevant way of contact- his phone number, of course. And look how that decision bit you in the ass. You're totally overthinking why Yeonjun decided to call you, and you will when you go to sleep later today, and then the day after and-

You're not falling down that rabbit hole again.

You start moving your hips again pushing through the uncomfortable feeling. Soobin was less resilient, a disapproving whine coming from the back of his throat when you grind in his lap, his dick still deep inside you rubbing between your walls. "Noona--" he shrieks, when you start bouncing again, this time a lot harshly as you bit down on your lip.

"No more, can't- nng-" you shut up his blabbles by stuffing your breast in his mouth again. Of course it did the job.

"Filthy boy, you'd probably enjoy sucking my tits when I'm lactating."

His teary eyes look up at you, needy and twinkling under the dim light that was the living room. He wasn't denying it. Instead, he swirls his tongue around your bud, clearly getting off the thought.

"Fuck, you really are filthy." you breath out. Speeding up your pace, Soobin's unable to stay latched onto your nipple, jaw-slacked, his brows pointing upwards, unable to urge you to stop. Instead, he helps you out by bucking his hips forward, slamming his dick inside you.

A knock on the door gets you to halt your movement. Soobin still moving erratically under you. But then you slap him gently, trying to get his attention. “I think i heard—“

The knock of the door cuts you off. Facing Soobin with a wide eyed look before you jolt off him, hurriedly looking for your underwear and shorts. You lost track of time, clearly! If Beomgyu finds out you fucked his best friend, you'd be done for. He'd hate you for life. Never talk to you again.

“Soobin hurry the fuck up and go answer!” You shout in a hushed voice, frantically pulling up your shorts.

He nods, the panic contagious as he stumbles around pulling up his pants. You take a second to look over him and you curse under your breath. His cheeks were flushed red, swollen lips glistening with spit, hair strands poking out all over- fuck, he looked bad.

You attempt to pat his hair down, at least to make it a little neater, but a third knock and you're sprinting towards a room, hiding behind your shut door.

You press your ears against your door, hoping to pick up how the conversation was going. A few beats of silence, and you finally hear the unlocking of the door after a few struggling attempts from Soobin.

“Who are you?" you furrow your brows- that wasn't your brother. "Oh wait, are you one of Beomgyu’s friends?”

It was Yeonjun.

At the realization, you crack your door open, trying to peek down the hallway. You didn't have a good view but you figured it'd do.

“Yeah? Who are you?” you hear Soobin ask, his breathing sounding like he just ran a marathon. You squeeze your eyes shut- could he at least try to mask what just happened? Be a little less obvious?

“Tell Y/N for me I came over. Say it was Yeonjun.” You catch the way Yeonjun's eyes visibly look up and down the younger boys state, wondering if he caught on. “Her boyfriend. Tell her her boyfriend came over.”

Soobin bites the insides of his cheeks in attempt to not bark back at the lie, opting to just nod. “Um, yeah, sure.”

Yeonjun nods, flashing him a smile before patting his shoulder. “You look rough buddy, take care.”

Sure enough, Beomgyu shows up right then and you out of instinct close your door shut when you recognize his mop hair. Though it seemed no matter what, you couldn't escape his annoyingly blaring voice. "Oh? Yeonjun? Hey dude, haven't seen you in a while."

Yeonjun greets him like they've been close since forever... which is total bogus, they barely talked. Yeonjun finally excuses himself because he was 'just leaving'. Leaving Soobin and Beomgyu alone.

You once again try to pry in their conversation, praying Soobin could play off the way he looked and you could finally head to the comfort of your bed.

"Sorry I took long, my bitch sister lied to me. Deadass had to walk five hours to get these- You good Soobin? You look sick."

You briefly smirk sinisterly at the fact that you got Beomgyu's ass, but then the cold sweat breaks out again because the stupid fuck noticed! And now, you're impatiently tapping your foot on the floor, awaiting Soobin's response.

"Yeah dude, sorry, um, I-I have to go use the bathroom."

Internally you slap your palm on your forehead- to hell with being convincing. Consequences of choosing Soobin out of all of Beomgyu's friends to fuck you guess.

a/n; feedback (or a reblog) is always appreciated on my end lol need me someone to talk about soobin and his breeding kink because it's definitely there. oh and how hes the biggest boob guy..i dont make the rules!!!

[the-winter-spider]

But Daddy I Love Him | B.Barnes

Word Count: 3k

Pairings: Bucky barnes x reader

Warnings: Abuse, swearing, angst

A/N: This is an older fic i had, that really was going nowhere decided to start working on it and here we are! Not edited or proof read.

Masterlist

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1940s

You were anxiously waiting on his front steps, your right knee bouncing up and down, while your shaking fingers were fidgeting with the hem of your dress. You knew the boys would be back anytime soon from whatever double date they were on, because Bucky promised you that no matter what he would be home at 9pm sharp for you and every night since then he has been, but tonight he was cutting it close.

You pushed up your sleeve and looked down at your watch. It was 9:52pm, he was late. You let out a loud sigh, you stood up and brushed your dress off because god forbid if you went home and your father saw dirt on your silk dress he would know exactly where you went and you were so afraid he would raise his hand to you again, taking one final glance at your watch you knew he wasn't coming. You couldn't blame him either because you’ve never needed him before so he probably just thought being a little late wouldn’t do any damage. You placed your clutch down beside you, placing your head between your hands letting the tears flow thinking of the events that happened just 30 minutes before.

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Flashback

“You will marry him!” Your father shouted at you slamming his fist down into his desk in the study.

You clenched your fists your nails digging into your skin, you could feel the nails breaking the skin on the palm of your hand, your heart was thumping so loud you almost didn’t here the words come out of your mouth, you’ve said them in your bathroom in front of the mirror so many times you almost didn’t believe this was real till you felt your father's open hand hit right cheek, his rings slicing open skin, your head went sharply to the left, your grasped your cheek out of instinct.

“What did you say?” He was standing directly in front of you, it felt like some old movie western showdown. He was challenging you.

You took a big breath turning your head to face him, looking him in the eyes “No Father, I will not be marrying him, I will not be marrying a man I am not in love with! I don’t love him!”

Your father scoffed, stomping back over to his desk“Yeah what do you know about love?” Taking a drink out of his whisky.

“More than you” You whispered

He turned to face you, whisky in hand “Let me guess you are in love with that poor, scumbag of a man, no, a boy who lived across town?” He paused, waiting for a response, he laughed when you didn’t give one, of course he was right, he always was. “You will NEVER have a life with him, you will live on the streets if you marry that boy!”

Tears were welling in your eyes “At least I will be loved!”

“He doesn’t even love you! Or he wouldn’t be out with a different girl every night, you do not think i know? You think because I am an old man I do not keep tabs on my only daughter?” He finished what was left of his whiskey, his eyes dark. When he was drunk he was always so malicious, you were waiting for another punch to the gut, not literally, now that was out of pocket, even for your Father nowadays “I see him y’know, around town, always out dancing with some pretty girl, a new one every week, never you though. You’re a Stark for christ sake, you have brains i know you do, so why don’t you fucking use them? He doesn’t love you! You WILL marry William's son and that's final!” your father grabbed his empty whisky glass throwing it directly at the wall beside your head just missing you, as it shattered beside you. You ran out of his study grabbing your clutch on the way out. As you were about to leave you heard your father shout “If you leave you never come back you hear, you ungrateful brat!”

—

Wiping your tears away you started walking in the opposite direction of Bucky and Steve's apartment. Tears were already streaming down your bruising cheek, tonight was the worst your father ever hit you. He wasn’t always like that, honestly he wasn’t at all till you turned of age. It got especially worse when your older brother was starting to live up to your last name and while you were never expected to be anything more than someone's arm candy, your father held the standards of whomever you were to marry so high, and your taste was never good enough according to him. So the fights broke out almost weekly, you would go on the dates him and your mother would aet you up on but he would lose it on you when they never would go past a second or third date because well as the men would put it you were “rude” “off putting” “gorgeous but with a mouth on her” “Not wife material” and your Father started to have enough of it, he would scream, throw things, grip your wrists, or shoulders a little too tight and recently his ringed hand would find your cheek. You just couldn't understand why he didn't want you to marry for love, why he didn't want someone who loved you has your husband not just rich asshole who was marrying you for your looks, your families money or more importantly because of your last name, Stark

As you were walking away, not knowing where you were going because surely your father would still be up and you couldn’t deal with that right now. With him apologising, saying he was sorry but he had lost his temper, that it wouldn’t happen again, not like this. That you could talk about it more in the morning when things have calmed down, which you wouldn’t because he would come home from work and tell you all about someone at works son or brother whom were single and looking for a wife and you would smile, nod go on the dates and well it was a cycle you were over. This time was the last straw.

You decided to walk, you had no idea where to because well you had nowhere to go but it beat sitting around waiting for someone who might not show up at all. Maybe you were just being bitter because you knew Bucky and if he knew you were sitting on his front step, even if you were okay and nothing was wrong he’d be there in a heartbeat. But what your Father said to you was starting to itch, you tried not to scratch it but you couldn’t help it because even though you hated to admit it sometimes he was a genius.

You couldn’t help but wonder why he never tried to make a move, you gave him so many opportunities, and by all means you made it so obvious it's what you wanted and that it was okay to do so.

—

Flashback

“Where's Steve?” You leaned slightly to the right to look behind Bucky for any sign of your best friend.

“He’s not feeling well, decided to sit this one out” Bucky shrugged his shoulder, his arm reaching out to grab your hand, intertwining it with yours.

You knew Steve was prone to getting sick, it happened a lot but each time it happened you still couldn’t help but feel bad Steve didn’t deserve all the shit he got put through “Maybe we should go get some of that soup he loves and we could go get …”

Bucky cut you off with his laugh, smiling lightly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. He knew your concern and care for Steve, always tending to his health and well-being. But, at the moment, Bucky had other plans in mind.

He leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and whispered in your ear. "You know, I was thinking. Since Steve's not here, maybe we can take advantage of the opportunity to have some fun just for ourselves."

When you got stiff and didn't reply he spoke again, a cheeky smile playing across his lips as he tried to persuade you to set aside your worries for Steve's well-being. "Listen, doll, Steve's a tough fella. I'm sure he'll manage just fine on his own.”

You sighed leaning into him, slightly bumping your shoulder with his “I guess you're right Buck, i just worry about him y'know. But it would be nice to spend time together, just us two, I don't remember the last time we did…”

He let go of your hand, throwing his arms up “Eureka!” He shouted “That's the spirit” He flung his arm around your shoulder

You laughed at his dramatica, swinging your arm around his waist “Okay Buck” You grinned looking up at him “So where to first?”

Bucky chuckled at your question, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He was glad you agreed to spend some time together without Steve. He wouldn’t tell you that maybe Steve being sick was a tiny fib. Steve himself told Bucky to tell you in hopes that some alone time with you would make Bucky finally tell you how he felt.

"Well, doll, the worlds at our fingertips. Maybe we could check out some of those fancy new technologies? Or we could just wander around and see where the night takes us."

You slightly rolled your eyes, you loved that Bucky was so into all the new technologies your big brother, Howard came up with but it was something you already knew like the back of your hand and you didn't want to waste your night alone with Bucky, the very few you got i might add, talking about how amazing your brother was, it was something you already heard enough about at home.

“Am I not good enough to take dancing like all your other dames?” You smirked “I don't remember the last time i went dancing Buck” A slight whine to your voice

He smiled looking down at you “Well sweetheart if we do that then i'll never be able to dance with any other girl again”

You laughed, you had been in love with Bucky for years and these little moments where he flirted with you filled your heart with such joy, made it grow two sizes too big but the despair always lingered in the pit of your stomach knowing he did the same with every other girl but they also got to kiss those beautiful lips, you shook the feeling away “Why's that you flirt?”

Bucky smiled fondly looking down at you “Because none of them could ever come even close to having you in my arms, i'll never be the same after twirling you around the dance floor, they don't compare doll, id never be able to find another dance partner good enough” He paused “So i'm afraid if i take you dancing tonight, you’ll be my only dance partner for the rest of my life, if that's okay with you”

“As sweet as that statement was, i can't see you ever only having one dance partner for the rest of your life, let alone little old me”

His brows furrowed, he hated when you belittle yourself “You being the only dance partner for the rest of my life would be my greatest accomplishment doll”

—

All three of you knew, especially Steve how you and Bucky truly felt about each other but he never said anything because he knew just as well as you two did that you could never be together, your father simply wouldn't allow it, Bucky didn't come from money like you, therefore it wasnt allowed, so you both pushed those feelings as far down as possibly, Bucky handled his by smothering them in other women and you well swept it under the rug like your dearest mother had taught you, both your feelings for Bucky and your pain each time he got back from a date with another women.

“y/n?” A soft voice broke you out of your thoughts, you never realized how far you made it till you took in your surroundings, you were at some random park on the other side of town.

“Stevie? What are you doing here?” You sniffled trying your best to hide your face.

“Well y’know, the dame Bucky set me up with wasn’t interested so i left, Bucky told me to wait here but that was, i don't know how long ago” He scratched the back of his head

“Its 10:19pm if that helps” You offered a small smile. You could see the look on Steve's face when he registered that Bucky was late late “y/n, I-“

“Its fine Steve really, it was bound to happen at some point”

“So uh, where were you off to, this isn’t exactly your side of town, you should be careful”

“I should be careful huh? Who was the one who’s butt i saved last week” you slightly shoved his shoulder and giggled and that's when the smile was completely wiped off your face, Steve's face hardened and was laced with anger and concern, you dropped your face, he saw it, you knew he would eventually but you still felt ashamed and insecure “y/n?” Steve said softly and took a step towards you and you took a step back, Steve looked hurt but stopped moving “Did your Father do this to you? I thought you said he stopped?”

“He did, for a little while, things were okay” You shrugged “It's really nothing, I should get going”

“y/n!” Steve said again a little louder, he gently grabbed your arms to stop you from leaving. You froze when he touched you, and looked up at him. The light on the sidewalk was just enough to show him the full extent of the damage and it broke his heart to see you so defeated.

“Nothing?! You have a black eye and your cheek is swollen, your lip is split, that is not nothing!” Steve shouted and for someone so small his voice was loud and stern, it made you flinch, His face softened when he watched you “Y/n, i didn't mean to yell, but you can't go back”

A single tear rolled down your check “I have to, my marriage is already arranged and it's not like he's giving me a reason to —“ You were cut off by that voice, the voice of the man you were so desperately in love with the voice of the man you wanted to be with more than anything, you so desperately wanted to run into his arms and stay there forever, but they weren’t yours.

“Steve you will never believe the night I just had this dame she was something spec…” He froze when he noticed you, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness “Doll? What are you doing all the way out here?”

His smile turned into a frown when he got a good look at your face, it was obvious what had happened. Bucky slowly took a few steps closer to you, trying to make sure to give you plenty of space because he could tell that you were already on edge.

"Doll, who did this to you?" He asked gently, his eyes slowly roaming over the marks on your skin.

You tool a step back, flinching away from Bucky Your head hung low “I have to go” you said barely above a whisper

Bucky's frown deepened as he watched you take a few more steps back. He wanted to reach out and grab you, pull you into his arms, and never let you go, but he knew that would only make things worse.

"No, you don't" he said firmly, taking a step closer to you. "You aren't going back to your house”

The tears you just finished wiping clean were now streaming freshly down your face again “I have nowhere else to go Buck, I have no one else!” You sadly shouted

Bucky's heart ached when he saw the tears streaming down your face. He closed the distance between you in three large strides and pulled you tightly against him, his arms wrapping around you in a firm but gentle embrace.

"You have me, doll. You will always have me" he said as he gently stroked your hair, trying to soothe you

“Do i?” You whispered your bitter heartache coming to the surface as you pushed him away “Because it feels like every other girls in Brooklyn has you but me”

Bucky froze, his heart clenching at your words. He couldn't deny that he had been with other girls, no, he couldn't deny that every night, he had been out dancing and laughing with another dame on his arm. The look of pain on your face made him hate himself even more for his behaviour. "You do have me y/n, you gotta know that please, id leave them all behind for you."

You scoffed “Well you sure could have fooled me!”

Bucky's heart broke as you spoke. He knew he had messed up, he had gone out and had all these flings hoping that maybe one of these girls would make him forget just how in love with you he is. But they didn't, all it did was hurt you, the one person he never wanted to hurt, and he hated himself for it.

"Doll, please. I—" he cut himself off, he didn't know what to say that would be enough to undo the pain he had caused.

“Just forget it Buck” You wiped your last tear flinching when you grazed your cut from your fathers wedding ring.

You started to walk away before turning around, your voice breaking “Please don't follow me”

Bucky's heart dropped as you turned your back to him and started walking away. Every fibre of his being wanted to go after you, to pull you back into his arms and never let you go, but he knew that you needed space.

He stood there watching as you walked further and further away, his heart aching and his mind racing, he could barely find the words to speak as you told him to stay there. For once in his life Bucky was speechless, frozen.

[muldermuse]

Begging for more girldad!Butcher when they bring around a boyfriend for the first time, or GOD FORBID, you and Butcher come home and catch them kissing 😭

omg your daughter being walked home from a party by a boy who she’s dating- it’s like 11pm and she’s already an hour after her curfew. she’s going through that rebellious stage and butcher hates it- ignoring the fact that his rebellious stage is lasting decades

“butch” you coo, trying to stop him pacing the living room like an enclosed predator “she’s on her way back now, she just text saying she’s 10 minutes away”

“what the fuck is she doin’ bein’ an hour late?”

“I don’t know baby, she’s celebrating with her team though- they’re all great girls. she probably just lost track of time”

“she begged for that fuckin’ stupid watch for Christmas and now she doesn’t even check it!”

your youngest daughter sneaks her head through the railings of the stairs, “is she not home yet?”

butcher’s voice instantly softens as you both approach your daughter (who definitely should be asleep but is getting to an age where she enjoys seeing her big sister being in trouble)

“nah not yet pumpkin, she’ll be home soon though i reckon. want mum to come upstairs and tuck you back in?” she nods wordlessly as you follow her up the stairs

as you and your daughter both leave his sight he hears his oldest at the door but not just her, there’s another voice

a boys voice

he swings the door open with that much force he’s amazed it’s still connected to the house. your daughter is being kissed, it’s a peck on the lips at most by a very nervous looking boy but it’s more than enough for butcher

“right- that’s it. in ya get”

“dad! hi! sorry im late this is my…friend from soccer- y’know ivan…i think i mentioned him” your daughter continues before butcher can get a word in, butcher notices both of their faces blooming red from embarrassment of being caught kissing

“he just walked me home from the party! that’s it! he lives on the next street across and he wanted to make sure i got home safe…isn’t that sweet of him dad?”

“yeah it’s fuckin’ downright charmin’ darlin’, get in”

your daughter sheepishly waves by to ivan and runs up the stairs, desperate to avoid whatever butcher is about to say to him

“now listen here mate, if you’re datin’ my darlin’ little girl” butcher’s hand clamps down on Ivan’s shoulder and he swears he can feel the younger man trembling “that’s alright but if you ever, and i mean ever, make her an hour home late again…well, i don’t wanna scare ya the first time i meet ya” butchers smile is sadistic and he’s fully aware he’s going too far but all the stress from the past hour is not making him think straight

“you pop off home now matey, need me to escort ya? could meet your mum and dad that way, maybe have a nice little chat?”

“no sir! sorry for getting her home late, i swear on my life it’ll never happen again” he shakes butcher’s hand, butcher doesn’t miss the tremble and the sweat

all his girls are in bed by the time he locks the doors and turns all the lights off. he spoons you once he climbs under the sheets

“you scared him, didn’t you?” you ask, your voice thick with sleep

“scared the fuckin’ life outta the little twat”

[celestialglow24]

••• Even Still •••

Frank Castle x AFAB reader

Frank is upset with you when you put yourself in harms way

once again i was in my frank feels and got a little carried away with this one. enjoy xx

“Don’t.”

He cut you off before you could even finish saying his name. You bit your tongue hard as you watched him insert another stitch on your forearm.

The pounding in your head was relentless and you did your best to ignore the buzz emitting from the lights in the bathroom.

It felt as though it was right in your ears.

Your chest rose and fell slowly — each breath feeling like a knife was being jammed into your side. More than likely you had a few broken ribs.

It hurt to talk and smile but at least your split lip had finally stopped bleeding. The soreness around your eyes reminded you of the probable bruises that would be there to greet you tomorrow morning.

You hadn’t planned on getting hurt. You hadn’t really planned on any of the events of tonight.

But when the opportunity came up for you to go after the men who killed your brother, there was no way you could turn it down.

You didn’t think about the possible consequences.

You didn’t care.

All you could see was the vision of your brother’s mutilated body. All you could hear were the screams from your mother when the police had come to deliver the news.

So you sought your own justice— with help from a certain red vigilante that your boyfriend wasn’t particularly fond of.

The tension in the bathroom was palpable. You wanted so badly to say something sassy, but Frank was the one with a needle and thread in his hand.

While you knew he would never purposely inflict pain, you wouldn’t put it past him to fix you with a little more pressure and force than was probably necessary.

So instead you waited until he finished covering your stitched wound with a bandage and gauze.

You didn’t move from your seat as he started cleaning up the supplies and you refused to look at him. You kept your gaze off to the side, looking toward the bathroom window at the few cars that drove down the quiet midnight street.

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry? I thought you would understand more than anyone why I did what I did.”

It was a low blow and you regretted it as soon as the words left your mouth. It wasn’t fair to throw that in his face but it also wasn’t fair that you got the cold shoulder when you weren’t all that different.

You couldn’t comprehend why it was okay for him to consistently put himself in dangerous situations but god forbid you do it one time.

He didn’t respond. He just continued to clean. For some reason that irritated you more than if he would’ve bit back with something even lower.

“Frank.” you prodded, this time finally turning to look at him. Again he ignored you, shoving the first aid kit back under the bathroom sink.

“Is this really what we’re gonna do? You’re gonna pretend like i’m not he-”

He grabbed your chin and jutted it up toward him. It didn’t hurt you, just startled you more than anything.

“Why didn’t you ask me?”

His voice was low, and while he tried to keep up his usual tough, stoic demeanor, you detected a hint of hurt in his voice.

You weren’t sure what to make of it.

“Hm?” he squeezed your chin gently when you hadn’t responded.

You avoided his gaze now, uncomfortable with his searching eyes. He could always see right through you. No matter how much you tried to close him out, it never worked.

“Because I knew you would’ve said no.”

As the words left your mouth you could hear how dejected you sounded. You were tired and really didn’t want to get in a screaming match with Frank tonight. You were just happy to be home and alive.

“You’re damn right I would’ve.”, he quipped. “It was a stupid thing to do.”

You scoffed, finally pushing his hand off your chin and crossing your arms.

“I did what was necessary.”

“No, you got fucking lucky. I mean what the hell were you thinkin? You really thought you could take on a group of those guys by yourself and win? You were just a doe heading straight into a lion's den.” he said incredulously.

“That’s why I didn’t go by myself, Frank.” you rolled your eyes. “I’m stubborn, not naive.”

“Oh right. ‘Scuse me. You and Red. The dynamic fucking duo.”

He was definitely hurt. There was no denying that. From the outside you could understand how it looked. Turning to someone he couldn’t stand for help instead of coming to him.

You realize now he wasn’t asking why you didn’t ask for his permission.

He was wanting to know why you didn’t ask him to be the one to go with you. Why did you go to Matt Murdock of all people?

But if you had gone to Frank you know he would’ve stopped you. Those men would still be alive right now and on their way to hurt someone else. To destroy some other family. You couldn’t let that happen.

Matt tried to stop you too but you had a bit more leeway with getting him to go along with you than Frank.

You knew even if he objected to it, Matt would reluctantly follow alongside you.

Frank would’ve tied you to a chair and locked you in a room.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you by going to him for help but you said it yourself. There’s no way I could’ve done that on my own. I needed someone who could join me and handle a fight. Not someone who was just going to tell me what I could and couldn’t do like I was some incompetent child.”

Frank shook his head. “Yeah and i’ll deal with that motherfucker later. He’s an idiot for letting you put yourself in danger like that.”

“He wouldn’t have let anything happen to me.” you shot back.

All he could do was run his hands down his face before turning to look at you. “Do you hear yourself? He ain’t some magic shield that would’ve kept you from getting shot or stabbed. What if there had been more men? What if he had gotten hurt and you were left to try and fight off those scum bags by yourself?”

“I think i handled myself pretty well when he was occupied.”

You knew you were being difficult. You also knew Frank was right. It was a bad idea all around, but at the time it didn’t matter. You just wanted to hurt them.

Sure there was a part of you that felt invincible having someone like Matt with you, but as you got more clarity you realized how lucky you had been to get away with the injuries you had. It really could’ve gone a different way.

Still, you hated the way Frank was making you feel right now. Like a child being scolded by a parent. You know it’s cause he loves you and you scared him, but it doesn’t make it any easier right now.

You figured he’d be a little upset but you also thought he would be proud of you.

The look he was giving you right now showed you anything but that.

“So do you feel better?” he asked, following you as you limped out of the bathroom. “Huh? You get what you wanted out of it?”

“Frank.” you sighed.

“No I wanna know.”

He grabbed your arm and spun you around. He loosened his hold when he saw you grimace from the contact, god you ached like a bitch, but he still held his intense stare.

“Was it worth it?”

You knew he was trying to rile you up. Get some sort of angry response from you. He was pissed now and was ready to let you have it but you weren’t giving in that easily.

“I don’t feel anything right now.”

Which was the truth. Besides the obvious physical pain, you didn’t feel anything about tonight. There was a rush of adrenaline as you fought, as you punched and kicked and dumped the last body into the river.

But now? As the high wore off and reality was sinking in? You just felt empty.

“You think about anyone else before you did what you did? You think about me or your friends?” he nodded toward the dog bowl for Rocco, the pitbull that you shared. “You think about him, how he’d search all around the apartment and wonder why you never came home?”

You turned your back to him and headed toward the bedroom. You just wanted to get out of these uncomfortable clothes and you wanted this conversation to stop.

“Enough, Frank.”

He didn’t listen, he just kept going. God is this how he felt when you nagged him for coming home close to death after a mission gone wrong?

“What about your mom, huh?”

That made you pause.

“You ever stop to think how she’d feel having two dead children?”

Your stomach dropped and the blood in your veins suddenly felt ice cold.

“How dare you.” you asked angrily, spinning around to face him. It took all the strength you had not to slap him.

“You don’t understand sweetheart. I’ve been where you are. I did what you did and it doesn’t stop the pain. It’s there like a gaping wound that won’t fucking close except now you’ve got something else on your conscience.”

“You think I don’t know what’s going through your head right now? The rush is gone and you’re left feeling like ‘what now’? He ain’t gonna call you up. He ain’t gonna walk through that door.”

You move to sit on the bed now, not even bothering to fight the tears as they rolled down your face.

“It doesn’t end there. No, because now you just took 3 men’s lives. Men with families. Men with people who are gonna want to know what happened to them. Men who work for people that don’t take well to being threatened and they’re gonna want to find whoever did this.”

“They ain’t gonna care that you were getting revenge for your brother. It’ll take them all but 2 seconds to put a bullet in your head and drive away like it never fucking happened.”

You hated that Frank was right but you didn’t understand the self righteous talk. Why does he do what he does if this is how he feels about it?

“How is this any different than what you do huh?” you spat angrily. “You think I don’t sit here worried about you when you disappear at night? Come in looking like you’re knocking on death’s door?”

“You’re not me!” he shouted. “I’ve already made the mistakes I made and I deal with it. I never wanted you anywhere near that world because it’s not for people like you. I already accepted my fate a long time ago.”

Frank knew he was being hard on you but he just couldn’t help it. He was so angry that you put yourself in that situation and he was angry that as much as he tried to protect you, there was nothing he could do for you now.

You were still processing everything but because of the kind of person you are, he knows tomorrow you’re gonna wake up feeling the guilt wash over you like an unrelenting wave.

It wasn’t that Frank was only trying to keep you safe physically—that was part of it— but he wanted to protect you from the emotional trauma that comes with taking a life. He’d buried that part of himself a long time ago.

But you? You were too sweet for this life. He was worried that it would break you. He knows better than anyone that it’s not a piece of you that comes back. You’re changed forever.

Your lip trembled and suddenly the sob you had been holding in came rushing out. The tears stung like hell as they fell down your face and this would no doubt make your headache a million times worse, but there was nothing you could do.

“Shit, baby.” Frank cursed, rushing over to you. He pulled you up into his arms, kissing your head and rubbing your neck. “Just let it out, I got you.”

Your whole body shook as the grief consumed you.

“I’m so sorry Frank.” you cried. “I’m sorry. I just wanted them to feel what he felt. What I feel. It’s not fair. It’s not-” you couldn’t even finish the words. You sounded like a blubbering mess.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” he whispered, rubbing his hand up and down your back and lightly rocking you back and forth.

He wished he could take this away from you. It hurt to see you hurt.

“I’m sorry for the harsh things I said. I’m not the best with words.” Frank said, resting his forehead against yours.

You breathed together, slow and steady. You could feel yourself start to calm down, the edge of the panic attack starting to subside. You slumped against Frank’s chest as the energy had been zapped from you.

“I’m sorry too.” you replied, “I wasn’t exactly making it easy on you.”

“No, but that’s my girl.”

He brushed your hair behind your ear and tilted your chin up to look at him. For a moment neither one of you said anything and you couldn’t decipher the look on his face.

“You drive me so fucking crazy sometimes.” he said quietly, “Even still, I don’t think I could survive losing you too.”

It felt like a kick in the stomach to hear that. You really had been selfish. You didn’t think about anyone else in your life that would’ve been affected if something had gone wrong.

It made the tears come again and Frank pulled you into him. He tried to soothe you, telling you it was going to be okay. You were safe, nothing was going to harm you.

After a while he helped you get out of your clothes, changing you into one of his big t shirts. You really wanted to shower but at this point the exhaustion was overwhelming. You could barely stand up straight.

So the two of you laid in bed. You laid on his chest, the top of your head resting in the crook of his neck.

You played with the chain around his neck, twisting and twirling it around your fingers while he absentmindedly ran his hand up and down your back.

“Frank?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Those men, do you really think someone will come after me now? Or my mom? What if they try to hurt her-”

“Nobody’s gonna do a damn thing, sweetheart.”

You rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him with tired eyes, you honestly weren’t sure if they were even open all the way.

“But what if-”

“Don’t do that.” he shushed you. “I promise nobody is gonna touch you or your family. I’ll take care of it.”

You decided to drop it for now. It’s not that you didn’t trust Frank. You know without a doubt he would die before letting anyone hurt you or the people close to you.

But you still couldn’t shake this gnawing feeling that something bad was going to happen. You hated the thought of him having to fight a battle on your behalf. Especially one that wouldn’t have even happened if you had kept your emotions in check.

Still, you decided to believe Frank in the moment. Everything would be okay.

Besides, you never felt safer than you did in his arms.

As the breeze from the outside moved through the curtains and over your back, you finally agreed to let sleep overtake you.

You drifted off to sleep to the sound of his heart beating. You felt a light kiss planted on top of your head along with a string of mumbled words,

“No one’s gonna lay a finger on my girl.”

[sexhaver]

Boston driving tips:

if you're making an unprotected left at a stoplight and are the first one in line when the light turns green, your job is to gun it and make that left turn before any oncoming traffic has an opportunity to move. otherwise you will sit there throughout that entire fucking light, forcing everyone behind you who wants to go straight to merge to the right (which of course gums up both lanes), until it turns red again and you awkwardly finish up your turn while the entire intersection glares daggers at you. if you pull this shit on a one-lane road, then congratulations, you made it so you were the only one to make it through on that light cycle, and the drivers behind you are not only allowed but actively encouraged to pit manuever you off the road if they can catch up.

for optimal performance, you should be looking at the signal for the cross street + the walk signal. once you see the cross signal turn red, hold down your brake with your left foot to free up your right foot to hover over the gas pedal. that way, when your light turns green, you can simultaneously lift your left foot while dropping your right to instantly start moving. this maneuver has many names depending on where you learn it. i learned it as the "Worcester left" but ive also heard it referred to as a "Lexington left".

if you're in the left lane and one person passes you on your right, there's a 50/50 shot on which one of you is the asshole (you for driving too slow in the passing lane, or the passer for being a speed demon)

if two people pass you on your right, you are the asshole and need to merge right at the soonest opportunity to avoid further embarrassment

if THREE (or, god forbid, more) people pass you on your right, pull over to the nearest breakdown lane at your earliest convenience and commit seppuku with a tire iron

become intimately familiar with the exact size of your car and how close you can get to stuff without hitting it. this proprioception is helpful when parallel parking but is mostly for those times when someone is trying to turn left from a single-lane road, and they pull off as far to the left as they can without going into oncoming traffic to let people around them, and then the person behind them spends a few seconds trying to fit their 6-foot-wide car through a 9-foot-wide gap before concluding that this maneuver is sadly impossible. don't be that fucking guy

learn how to parallel park. yes i know it's stereotypically scary but there is a method you can learn and it will save your ass so many times. just line up your car's side mirror with the side mirror of the car in front of the spot you want, cut the wheel all the way towards the curb, move for a bit, stop, cut the wheel all the way the other way, resume, wham bam thank you ma'am

you can ignore like 80% of all "no parking" signs because they all say NO PARKING in huge bold letters and then under that in 8pt font they add "every second Tuesday of every month during lobster season on odd sides of the street only from 7-9pm". or it's "reserved" parking for an event that already happened or hasn't happened yet (they put the effective dates right there on the sign)

turning right on red is technically legal at a state level in MA, but most intersections in Boston will have a cheeky little "no turn on red" sign hidden somewhere as a fun Eye-Spy-type game for kids to play on road trips. if you don't see one of these signs, it's a coinflip whether you just missed it or if you can actually turn right

are you moving into Boston for college? you should definitely rent a moving van for your stuff and then follow your GPS directions that take you down Storrow Drive. nothing bad has ever happened to moving vans on Storrow Drive

[astraaa3]

How about some headcanons of Velvette x Female or Genderneutral reader who hates confrontation? Is the type that can't send back food when it's wrong. Someone cut in front of them? What are they gonna do? Tell them not to? Yeah, no. God forbid they're being outright spoken down to. Maybe they yell back at someone in an act of defiance as a form of growth but they're in shock immediately after which is so not the right thing to do with the person still in front of them. Velvette would probably dress reader up however she wants to. What happens if reader tries out saying they want to where something they think is pretty or nice? Okay, this got overly lengthy, but you get the idea?

A/N: This one was such a fun writing experience. I literally couldn't decide which way I wanted it to go. Thank you so much for the ask Anon, hope you enjoy it. <33

Feedback is much appreciated and don't forget to ask. (I need something to get the brain juices flowing)

Velvette x Gn!Reader

In which Reader can't bring themselves to say no to people or to stand up for themselves. (aka the Velvette x Pushover!Reader I never knew I needed)

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Initially, Velvette wrote off your compliance with all of her requests as you wanting to please her. And well, she couldn't complain, she liked pushing people around, and her partner was no exception. That said, her sharp tongue was reserved for her poor models. (you got a free pass most of the time since she didn't want to make you cry)

With time, Velvette realized that this was just how you were. She laughed the first time Vox showed her the footage of you helping an assistant carry boxes, only to end up helping with organizing files for one of Vox's assistants. She laughed even harder when she saw you try to get a word in as some wolf sinner cut in front of you in line. And well, it was kinda funny. Until the same shit happened again and again.

Velvette tried talking some sense into you. "Babe, listen. You can't just let any dimwit trample over you." She sighed as you promised to try to stick up for yourself.

Nothing changed after Velvette's 'pep talk'.

Realizing that you were too much of a soft-hearted pathetic idiot to stick up for yourself, Velvette took it upon herself to keep others from pushing you around.

Someone pushed in front of you in the line? Velvette was there telling that cunt exactly why they didn't deserve to even look in your direction.

You were delivered the wrong food order? Velvette would call the restaurant to make sure they knew how utterly useless they were for not even being able to pack a food order.

After laying it on thick whoever wronged you, she would look at you smirking. In turn, you would smile at her happily before kissing her. It turned into a game after some time.

The one time Velvette saw you raise your voice wasn't even to defend yourself. It was to defend her. The moment you calmed down enough to realize what you just said, you were immediately mortified. Burying your face into your hands, you flushed red from embarrassment as Velvette looked at you with wide eyes. Fuck. It was hot seeing you angry…

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Small prompt time~

You and Velvette were walking towards the Coffee Shop right across the street from the V tower. The two of you were holding hands while Velvette was ranting all about how Valentino absolutely destroyed one of her models just before a show when the domestic vibe was ruined by some drunk assholes who came up to them.

"Hey babe, aren't you that cute little overlord with the social media shit? I'll give you something to make a story on Voxstragram with."

As the sinner said this, he made some explicit gestures with his hips. Gagging in disgust Velvette grabbed your hand to walk away from them, not wanting to ruin the cozy coffee date you had planed. However, as you were walking away, all you could hear was the those sinners mocking laughs. You were so angry. You didn't exactly know what made you snap at them. Was it the crass comments regarding your lover? Was it the fact that Velvette refrained from killing them for your sake? Maybe it was both. But before you knew it, you turned around glaring at them before proceeding to curse them into the next afterlife. Velvette looked at you shocked, not expecting you to snap at those no-names. As you calmed down, you looked at Velvette's shocked expression, before burrying your face in your face mumbling something along the lines of: "Let's not talk about this ever again." Velvette pulled your hands from your face, replacing them with hers. As she cradled your face with her hands she smiled at you excited:

"That. Was. Fucking. Awesome. Babe, you were so hot fucking humiliating those pathetic worms."

The first thing Velvette did when they got back to the V tower was spam her groupchat with Valentino and Vox with messages about how cool you were. But you didn't need to know that. After all, she liked taking care of assholes for you. Satan forbid you actually grow a backbone. She dreaded the day you would actually gain the courage to deny her picking your clothes. (as if she would ever let that happen)

[strxwberry-milku]

Hello :3 it’s been a while since I requested a fic. How about evil!spoiled!fem!reader x Roman R. - she causes hell around backstage but in front of Roman she’s a saint lol

“ 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 ,𝐖𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 ”

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🎀 : You going around causing chaos wherever you go , but hey whose gonna stop you ? exactly no one cause they know not to mess with THE tribal chiefs woman.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎀: Nothing accept a lil kissing

Backstage was a living hell the workers had to face this demon like women every day , but if they hated it so much then they could leave . You wouldn’t care and certainly Roman wouldn’t care ether cause he knew he would be able to replace them real quick .

“ But i want it , and i want it now ! ” the short woman screamed at the older panicked looking women “ i know darling but-” the younger girl raised her finger meaning silence and god forbid someone speaks over her . “ I SAID, i want it now . You don’t want me to tell your boss aka my husband that you’re denying his precious princess now do you ? ” you said playing an evil smirk on your face watching the worker start to get even more frightened than before . There’s something so sweet and delightful at the fact that you can get anyone wrapped around your finger just by mentioning your man’s name . Sighing in defeat the older woman named Janice got on her walkie talkie to make an announcement. “ This is Janice speaking, could one of you guys please order wing stop for y/n ” she said while looking elsewhere because she couldn’t look you dead in eyes knowing damn well you were boring holes straight through her head .

“ Ummm… what-t was your-r order aga-a-ain Mrs Reigns-s ? ” the poor lady trembled while speaking because she knew world war three was about the start . Looking offended you grabbed the walkie talkie from her hands and pointed it to your mouth “ listen here , you people have been working her for about a year now so how the fu-” just as you were about to finish your sentence you hear Romans voice come from behind you . Janice was probably thanking god above that she got saved from your tantrums by her boss . “ Is everything going on alright baby ?” he questioned and looked between both you and Janice who still seemed a bit shooken up.

Turning around you got on your tippy toes and kissed him which he happily obliged and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer . Both of you still couldn’t give a fuck if anyone saw you guys making out because as stated before , if they don’t like it they can simply work somewhere else . Departing your lips from his you turned back around facing a shocked Janice , you almost busted out laughing from her expression , but nobody told her ass to stare .

“ Yes baby everything is ok , she was just ordering me my wing stop ” you replied while smiling up at him . Leaning down he kissed your forehead and said “ that’s good my love , however make sure you still have enough room to eat another meal because i’m taking you out for dinner at the new restaurant that just recently opened up down our street ” he then blowed you a kiss and took of round the corner back to his office .

Squealing in delight you shook Janice by her shoulders “ Did you hear that Janice ? my man is bout to take me out to eattttt , can you believe that ? who am i kidding, your man can’t even afford one of those microwave meals to give you ” without giving her a chance to respond you took off running to god knows where.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : Ik this is a bit short but i did what i could do 🤷🏾‍♀️ i hope you liked it bae 💋

[2knightt]

5 things dallas winston hated about you.

—even when you were on his last goddamn nerve, you were still everything to him. is he still everything to you? after all he’s put you through?

-> in no way is this me changing my style nor should this be taken seriously…i’m just bored. and sad. and bored. and i miss my boyfriend. posted on queue!! i’m probably either studying, working on asks + event, or sleeping. either one.

(I.your snarky remarks.)

“did nobody ever teach you how to properly play uno of all games?”

you asked, a chuckle in your voice as you held your one card in hand. dallas glared at you from across your table, holding 12 cards. this was the 5th game you two played. he was never one to accept defeat easily.

“this game is just fuckin’ stupid. n’ you’re a dirty lil’ cheater.” he grumbled, staring down at his all red cards, eyes shifting back to the green 3 that you had placed down. dallas wanted to say more not-so-nice words, but knowing you fully, you’d say something even worse back. he hated that about you. you always said that it was apart of your charm, he always disagreed.

“why would i ever need to cheat when you can’t seem to count?” you snapped back, brows furrowed. you referenced the fact that dallas tried to pick up only 4 when he had to pick up 6, thinking he was slick.

dallas just huffed, picking up another card from the pile before mumbling a small, ‘go.’ there was a tug at the corners of your mouth, causing you to grin a little too hard as you placed down the winning card. for the 5th time in a row. dallas threw his cards down, clicking his tongue in annoyance. he leaned back into the chair, his head turned away from you as his arms hung off the chair.

“stop bein’ a baby and help me clean this up.”

“no. it’s your house.”

“and you’re the one who’s bumming around in it. clean up with me before i let you walk those streets. again.”

(II.how important your looks were to you.)

you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, fingers running through your hair as you starred at yourself in the window of a convenience store.

“are you serious, y/n?” he asked, pockets in hand. he stopped walking when you did. he said it was so nobody hit on you. in reality, he liked it better when he had his eyes on you 24/7. he likes knowing you were safe. even for a second.

“yes, dallas. i am.” you replied with an eye roll. you grabbed your pink lip gloss, re-applying it for the 4th time today. sure, you were willing to admit it slowed you down—your focus on your looks. but were you gonna change? no! if someone doesn’t like it, who cares?

once you were done, you continued walking, leaving dallas to rush to catch up. he walked beside you after speed walking behind you for a few seconds. your lips shined under the hot tulsa sun, eyes glowing along with them. dally couldn’t help but wrap an arm around your waist.

he grew more and more aware of the men around. he held you closer, even when they paid no mind to neither you or him. he felt almost threatened for a moment.

“are you even listening?”

you chimed in, breaking his train of thought. dallas nodded, head empty. he didn’t hear a single thing you said. was he going to admit it? no. he didn’t want these other guys to know about how terrible of a boyfriend he was.

you just hummed, walking to your house in silence. any insults, compliments, comments, or cries would fall to deaf ears as of now.

(III.how you were blindly loyal.)

“i cannot believe you right now.”

“i jus’ said she was pretty. god forbid.”

he muttered as he entered your car, sitting in the passenger seat. dallas knew it’d be a terrible idea to try and make you jealous. boundaries, you’d shout. boundaries!

“i’ve told you how many times on how uncomfortable that makes me.”

“m’sorry, doll. i…i know. it was the alcohol.”

dallas lied right through his teeth. in all honesty—he’d been hoping it’d make you want to show him off. he was stupid for ever thinking you’d so something like that.

your silence scared him. you usually would’ve spat something back at him without a single thought. a sigh left your lips as you started the car, finally speaking up.

“i know.”

you muttered quietly. goddamn, maybe loyalty was gonna be the death of you. he didn’t mind much, though. at least you knew where home was. with him…right? right, y/n? he wanted to ask over and over again. dallas wanted the reassurance. he needed the support.

for what? he didn’t know. he just wanted to make sure you still felt the same way he does.

(IV.the way you fought.)

“she got you good, y/n.”

“oh, shut up, dal.”

you muttered, washing your bloodied and bruised hands under the faucet. you stood there, spacing out, letting the water run off your hands. dallas tapped you on your shoulder, snapping you out of it.

he handed you a clean shirt, a couple of bandaids in the other. you ushered him out of your bathroom, closing the door to put the clean shirt on. ‘she got you good.’ what does that even mean? was there seriously no, ‘are you okay?’ you wondered to yourself as you opened the door.

dallas sat you down on the toilet, brushing the fresh blood that slowly streamed down your cheeks with his thumb as he placed bandaids all over your face. he kissed every single one after doing so.

he wanted to make sure you still knew he likes you. that dallas winston liked you a whole lot.

“you’ll be alright, doll.” he comforted, patting your head. he thought back to your several other fights. you fought strategically and with honour. something he’d never do. but, recently, you’d been fighting just for the fun of it.

when you fought before—he felt a little angry. he didn’t like seeing you fight, but he didn’t like knowing you were good at it. knowing you were at the same level as he was at something he took pride in hurt him. dallas was frustrated at you and himself.

maybe his bad habits were rubbing off on you. a way to remember him, as dallas thought about it. he said he’d talk to you later about it. he never did.

(V.how quickly you were able to move on. faster than he ever could.)

you realized you needed better. dallas didn’t treat you like he used to. why? you didn’t know. you tried to be the best girlfriend he’d ever have, so why did he have to ruin it? was it your fault?

you kept on asking yourself questions like this when the reality of it all sunk in. that same day, you left dallas winston.

he felt his world crumble before him. this whole, self-sabotaging thing that pony warned him about was catching up to him. dallas felt hatred for you. well, at least he wanted to. he wanted to feel angry. hatred for you.

he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. even when he watched you move onto another guy. from afar, he’d see you giggle and flirt with him. like how you used to do with him.

even when you’re with someone else, you’re still everything ti dallas. would you ever forgive him if he said sorry? would sorry even fix the way he treated you?

[world-of-aus]

Hi, Hello and Welcome To Today's Gym Thots!

Feat. Criminal Bucky x Detective Reader

While this isn't the first official meeting between the two this is where their story kicks off 🤭 Enjoy!

The air was electric, tense, the PD's newest recruits cowering under the scrutiny of their commander. You remember being at their level once, the fear that consumed you when you didn’t meet deadlines, didn’t have anything new to present when asked about a case you were handpicked for.

But it was that same scrutiny that built you up to the detective you were today.

Eventually their fear would be replaced with frustration, and that frustration would pave the way for the need to succeed, to show their fellow commander that they hadn’t chosen wrong. And they would work for It everyday - you still were.

“I gave you two weeks – and you’re telling me that you’ve drawn blanks, is that what it was you said?”

You can see one of the braver recruits go to respond but he’s quickly shut down by their commanders fist meeting the table, you watch as they plunge deeper into their chairs gazes downtrodden.

“I’ve had newer recruits than you have information hours into their assignment and I’ve given you two weeks and not a single bit of information. Just why exactly where you handpicked then, why were your files brought to me!”

Their commander hammers into them for another hour, not once letting them get a word in. He goes until he knows their egos are bruised and battered. “I expect you to reflect on today, let my words really sink in, and in two weeks – two weeks I expect better progress from all of you at the next meeting now get out of here!”

You watch as the recruits scurry from their chairs taking their folders with them as they file out the door a whispered apology as they go. The last one makes their exit, the door clicking shut, you look over at your colleague who’s tired eyes match yours “was I too rough?”

You laugh lightly reaching out to squeeze his shoulder, of course that would be the first thing that leaves his lips, “you were perfect Wilson, swear I was teleported back to our very first days here.”

Sam laughs with a shake of his head leaning into the touch, “but look where we are now because our commander rode our asses every time.”

“Just as hard on ourselves then, than we are now.” You joke lightly.

“Ain’t that the damn truth,” he mutters with a shake of his head, “hey any update on the white wolf case?”

You inwardly groan with a shake of your head, “no, I’ve reread all his files, everything we’ve managed to get on him but it’s leading me nowhere, I’m just going in circles trying to find something new,” you shake your head again, “I don’t know Sam I don’t think we have the right guy, somethings not adding up, we’ve detained him three times but nothing concrete to lock him up, his hands are clean – well as clean as they can be.”

Sam chuckles, “and what does walker have to say?”

You scoff at the other detective they’ve paired you with, “aside from him belittling me at every turn he swears the white wolf is the scum of the earth, he’s set on arresting the guy any time he has the chance – god forbid we see him on the street he’d be in cuffs in seconds – walkers a hothead.”

Your colleague nods, “youre not wrong, guy has a short fuse, and what do you think?”

“That we don’t have the right guy, and you know me better than anyone that I refuse to arrest the wrong guy, but I don’t have enough evidence to make my assumption concrete, the chief of police Stark would turn me away if I even so much as uttered a word without enough evidence.”

Sam nods, you watch as he looks around the room before pulling something from his back pocket, a singular card with a name and address, you look at your friend brows furrowed in confusion. “There’s a reason I passed along the case.”

“You think he’s innocent too.” You say looking at Sam.

“The white wolf has done questionable things yes – but murder,” he shakes his head, “I don’t think murders one of them.” He taps the card in your hand, “go to this location tonight, if anyone asks, say you’re with Wilson, they should leave you alone.”

Your brows furrow as you look at the card, your eyes drifting back to your friend, “Sam what exactly is this?”

“An alibi.”

The address as it turns out is a club, and true to his word presenting his last name to the bouncer let’s you in without a single word a mere stiff nod of his head to let you pass.

Bass reverberates off the walls, a steady beat guiding your heeled feet as you walk deeper into the club. The area is dim, the red lights fixtured through the area lighting the path for you. Your half tempted to reach for your phone and demand answers from Sam but you knew he had his reasons, so you make your way to the bar, grabbing a stool in the farthest corner that overlooks most of the area.

Your scan your surroundings, taking in the relaxed patrons as they sip on their drinks, others gyrating on the dance floor letting the music consume them. You get into your own mind wondering why Sam sent you here, what this place meant for him, what exactly was here that would be useful to you?

A redhead pulls you from your thoughts by sliding a drink into your space, you immediately go to correct her that you hadn’t ordered a drink but she gives you a look, a black menu like folder placed in front of you. The redhead regards you once more before she turns on her heel to tend to another patron on the other side.

You look after her but she doesn’t acknowledge your presence any further. Your eyes drift back down to the folder she placed in front of you, your hand pushing the drink to the side as you reach for the folder, fingers pulling it open.

You just barely manage to school the shock that paints your features as you open the folder. Inside the folder are files, emails hand written notes, and even images of the white wolf himself.

An alibi.

“It seems they’re just letting anyone in at this point, I really should up my security.”

Your back tenses, hand closing the folder bringing it closer. You tilt your head to look over your shoulder eyes meeting his cerulean blues. You had only seen them in passing on the many occasions you had to pull Walker out of the room he had him detained in.

“You should.” Is all you can bring yourself to remark.

His teeth gleam even in the dim of the light a shake of his head as he takes the unoccupied stool next to you. He closes the two of you in, “I’ll put an order in,” he says as he flags the redhead down, she’s quick to come over to him, and you watch as he places his order with her before turning back to you, “what can I do for you detective?”

“Do I look like I’m in uniform to you?”

He regards you, eyes drinking in your body in the satin black dress you save at the back of your closet for special occasions. “No, and blacks looks much better on you then blue detective.” You bite back the thank you on your tongue, “so why are you here?” he questions.

“It’s y/l/n,” you say surprising yourself, “I’m not in uniform.” You add. He raises a brow as to say you’re still not answering my question, “you’re telling me you never decided to have a night out on the town to de-stress?”

He chuckles, a shiver races up your spine, “sweetheart your definition of de-stressing and mine are not the same. Why my bar, why now? It’s rather strange you know,” he continues, “that you’re here when you’ve never once stepped foot in here before but now that your partner who gets off on seeing me locked up has recently upped his reasons for arresting me – well you understand don’t you?”

You nod knowing you couldn’t tell him the real reason you were here, you were sure he would gave a field day with the information. “Unfortunately my coworkers definition of getting off and mine are not the same.”

This time he laughs, “Oh detective, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“It’s y/l/n,” you stand your ground, “and I think I can handle myself just fine.”

He regards you again, taking you in, you watch then as he moves off the stool, he offers a hand to you. Your brows furrow as you look from his open awaiting palm back to his eyes. He tilts his head, “c’mon.”

“What, where are we going?”

He grins, “you’ve come to de-stress have you not y/l/n,” he almost mocks, “come, dance with me, let me show you the best part of my club.”

It takes you a minute, but a minute to long because you see where his offer begins to falter and before you can think twice your placing your hand in his surprising both of you.

This wasn’t the first lions den you’ve made you way into.

“Romanoff,” he calls to the redhead, “watch ms. Y/l/n’s things.”

He’s whisking you off then, the crowd parting for him as he leads the two of you to the dance floor. He’s got you turned in his arms within seconds his front molded to your back, hands resting on your hips guiding the two of you. He hooks his chin on your shoulder next and you just barely manage to hold back your gasp as he pulls you closer, his warm breath caressing your neck, “let’s see if we can’t get you what you’re looking for hmm detective.”

Unaware to you he’d give you much more than you were looking for.

[soxcietyy]

Rasins!?

Yuta Okkotsu x fem reader

Tw: degrading, hate sex, and more things I cant remember

Your favorite time of the year has finally come and as your handing candy out you get surprise from Yuta and the collage football team. He was your academic rival and you both had a dislike for each other. Somehow that dislike grew more when he saw that you were dropping raisins in there bags.

Halloween night had finally arrived after so long. You could see children walking down the street picking which house to knock on. It was your favorite time of the year because you would get to see all the kids have the most adorable costumes on.

You wish you could participate in going out this year but the amount of homework your professors left on a Halloween night was atrocious.

Turning your attention to your laptop you start reading about the history of the land you live in. You let out a sigh not knowing why you had to take such unnecessary classes. If only you would of done this when he first assigned it. Not even a paragraph in you hear the door ring. You perk up from the screen and reach for your bowl of goodies.

Opening the door you could see two kids standing there. "Trick or treat!" They say in union. You smile widely as you admire their costumes. One seemed to be a witch, and the other a wolf.

"Wow you guys are so scary, I almost screamed! Here you guys go." You say as you drop the small boxes into there buckets. You see as they peer down to see what you dropped. There faces morphing from happiness to blank ones. You let out a awkwardly laugh as you closed the door.

Okay so you might of forgotten about Halloween and grabbed the only thing you have in the pantry, which would be raisins. It’s healthy but sweet like candy and way better for there teeth. Though if you were a kid and also received something like this, you too would be disappointed. Everyone loved raisins these days though, right?

Sitting back down you continue to do work and stand up when the door bell rang. Nothing too interesting happened until around late eleven. The streets began to clear up and kids started going home. The door bell rang once again and you stand up with your bowl.

Opening it you see a group of guys standing there holding there book bags open. You seem to recognize one in the front though. It was Yuta Okkotsu with the rest of the football team wearing there jerseys. So much for the Halloween spirit around here. You weren’t surprised to see him since you lived in a college town. Moms where probably ogling over them.

"Arnt you guys too old for this? Leave it for the kiddos." You raise your brow as you looked at them all. Either way you drop the raisins in there bags.

"We’re just trying to represent the school y/n, no need to be such a Karen over it." One of them said say as they walk off except for one, Yuta.

You’ve had classes with this man and god forbid you’d have another with him. He always had something to say and easily became the teacher’s favorite. You and him would also tie neck n neck during exams,quizzes, homework. When one of you did get the highest scare it would never be you winning. You never even saw him study as much as you which made you dislike him more. He was academically gifted and you hated him for it. The hate wasn’t one sided though. He also had a secret dislike towards you because you spilled beer all over his jersey while at a frat party. He didn’t believe it to have been an accident due to the little rivalry you two had going on. He also disliked how almost everyone that he knew had a crush on you and always had good things to say.

"I know you arnt that great of a person but really? raisins? Seriously?" He says picking it out his bag and inspecting it.

"I know your not talking Okkotsu, your the worst of the worst." You say as you press your finger on his chest. He looks down at where your touching and averts just gaze back at you.

"Why am I the worst? Is it because you can’t beat me in getting a higher grade? Do I make you go home crying every time you come second?" He smirks as he stepped inside your house.

You shake your head in disapproval. The fact that he thought that was embarrassing enough. You couldn’t bare first see his smug face anymore. All you wanted to do was shove him out the door.

"Who gave you permission to be in my house? And no I don’t go home crying. You wish I did because that would mean I actually care about you but I don’t. You’ll never see me crying over a boy like you." You cross your arms.

He looked at you with amusement. It was a miracle seeing him have other facial expression’s other than his stupid stoic one. He always looked at you with his unimpressed face. As if he saw you as a small worthless mouse. Thinking low of you to the point if not treating you nice. He never bothered saying good morning to you. He never held a door open for you. He would even avoid group projects with you. He just always watched you with those judgmental eyes.

The second you walked into class his eyes would land on you until you took a seat. Now they were looking right at you with a glint in them.

"Never see you cry huh? Are you inviting me to try y/n?"

"What, are you going to get another A in the next test to make me cry?"You roll your eyes

He quickly kicks the door shut and stalks towards you. You’re breath hitches not expecting him to actually do something. You back into a wall as he presses both of his hands on the side of your head. Not breaking eye contact with you.

You felt a hard lump in your throat as he dragged his fingers around your body. From your cheeks to down your waist where he played with your pants. He wasn’t really going to do what you though he was right? And if you did you wouldn’t stop him because that would mean you lost to him.

"You better not regret this y/n. You know I will fulfill my promises." He said as his hand gripped your bottoms and yanked them down causing you to gasp. He laughed with a huff, looking at your silly pink thong you decided to wear today. Your cheeks turned bring pink as he ran his big cold hands all over your curves. Taking in the Beauty of your body and what he had been missing. What he might of had if he ever decided to get with you. He then pulled your shirt up and took off your bra faster than you could think of telling him to stop.

The thought of making him cum before you was what you wanted. What would be his reaction? What would he say? Would he admit to being wrong? Would he cry home about it?

Turning you around and bending you over the arm of the couch, you could hear him undo his belt. You take a deep breath before you felt him shove himself in without warning. You unprepared walls being stretched uncomfortably. Hearing you let out a small whine from the sudden intrusion made him smile.

"Any last words before I begin?" He asks you as he groped your behind roughly.

"Are you fully in yet? Because it feels really fucking small." You turn to look at him.

He clearly wasn’t amused by your joke and slammed into you harder making you jolt. He wasn’t nice about it, he didn’t even bother prepping you before putting it in. No kissing and no foreplay. Though why would he even bother to do that to you. He hated you after all and you hated him.

Gripping your hips he goes in and out if you repeatedly as he increased his pace. Filling you up with his long member that you wouldn’t think he had, if you were being honest this had to be the biggest one you’ve taken yet. He wrapped his hand around you hair and yanked it back so you could look at him smile. So he could see your facial reactions to you taking him. So he could see you cry with streaks of tears rolling down your face.

There was absolutely no way you would ever give in to him. You would not loose to him yet again. But something inside your head was telling you maybe he wasn’t that bad. The way he bullied your cunt was better than you expected. The way he looked at you with lust and his mouth parted made squirm. You had no idea why he was turning you on all of a sudden but you decided to blame it on being drunk off his cock. Maybe it was because it’s been a while since you’ve done it. You had to snap out of it thought. You moan as he keeps his pace and rhythm.

He grunted every time he felt your tight hole grip around him. Not wanting to let his member leave your body. He never in his life met someone as tight as what was sucking him in right now.

"I can’t believe such a pretty girl like you has a nasty mouth. So glad I can shut you up like this because you look prettier when your not talking all that shit. So much prettier with my cock deep in you." He says as he rolls his hips in you.

"Wait till the guys find out how much of a slut you are. How this scholar loves dick and does it with anyone. Such a pretty slut." He moans as he gets closer to his release. He rams into you harder making you bite your lip. Suppressing the noises that want to come out of you. Not wanting to bring his ego up nor satisfy him. You bring your hands to your mouth as he fucked you dumb. All you could hear was the wet slapping of his balls on your cunt.

He took a notice of your actions and let go of your hair to pull your arms back. You let out a whine as he used you mercilessly. Hitting your cervix repeatedly until it started to hurt in such a good way. Your legs began to give in as he continued. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the end and he had yet to release.

Trying to get away you kick him with your foot that he ended up catching and using to get a better angle and grip on you. He hooked his arm around your thigh and opened your legs more as he shoved himself in. You let out a cry as you felt him go way deeper. Water began to pool in the corner of your eyes as you begged him to stop.

"There’s no stopping baby girl. Not until I’m done with you pathetic cunt." He said as he kissed your leg.

You tried your best to get away but couldn’t. You even tried holding in your release but failed to do so. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably as you came all over him.

"Such a good girl, keep still like the good cock sleeve you are." He said as he stood up with him still inside of you. He sat on the couch as he held you over him. Grabbing your face with one hand so he could look at you. The other one snaking around your hip until he slammed you down making you see white. You felt overwhelmed and to the brink of collapsing. He lifted you up and down onto him until he felt like it.

Looking at him was a blur due to the tears in your eyes as they started falling down. "Yuta please stop, you win! I can’t anymore it hurts too much." You cry as you grab onto the hand that held your face.

"If it hurt so bad you wouldn’t be creaming all over my cock." He said as he slammed you down a few more time. You open your mouth to cry in pain while still looking at his stupid stoic one.

You fell onto his chest as you catch your breath. Feeling the way his chest vibrated as he spoke but not being able to hear any of it. His hand grabbing your face to look at him. He wore a smile on his face seeing how out of it you where. He held your body close to his so you could rest comfortably as he picked up his phone that had many missed phone calls. You could feel how he was still in you. Using you as a cock warmer. A few minutes passed before he lifted your face up to his again.

"I fucked you dumb huh princess?" He says with a small smile. "I think I grew a liking to you and your fat cunt. So from now on I think you’ll be mine and mine only." He says kissing your temple. "You still haven’t made me cum yet so let keep going no? It’s okay if you need to rest, I’ll do all the work."

[six-white-venus]

every night, without fail, i dream of a dog.

i don't really mind them. dogs, that is. on most days, I adore them. but every night I see this howling, miserable creature, my hand itches for a knife.

in the dream, i watch it roam around in the streets, tail wagging, always wagging as it nuzzles everyone's leg. they all smile and coo you're such a good boy, aren't you? and it is, so it barks and turns over to show its belly and they all laugh and everything is happy, it's splendid. is it? no one approached it during that one (thousand) time (s) it got hit by a truck and was dragged down the street, that poor old hound. no one wants to patch up a dirty, homeless dog. it will heal, anyway. it always does. and after it does, it will nip at their heels again and they'll all laugh and pat its head.

(they scrub their hands raw after that. their mothers chide them for touching a walking, breathing plague but it's fine, it's just a dog, it's not like it can hear anything anyway. the sink overflows. i sit and listen)

you can say it's loved, to some extent. if love is all smiles and stones on your back and leftover food and eyes that always yearn for praise and words that chase and embrace, then yes, it is so very loved. loved, but not enough to be called by name. it wanders the streets with its tongue out, watching, waiting, always waiting, for a stranger to take it home but a homeless dog has no home for a reason. i sit on the bench of its favourite park and all I can think is: what a stupid fucking dog.

i like cats. cats hiss. they scratch and flinch and run. they don't forgive. they never forget. but dogs never learn. slap your dog to near death, try it. after it whimpers and hides underneath your couch, extend your hand and coo a few niceties. slide its favourite treats towards its snout. sit cross-legged on the floor and call it by a name that feels like plastic on your tongue and watch it come back and lick your boots.

what a stupid fucking dog.

god forbid it snaps. god forbid it snarls and bites down on your cruel hands and saves itself from all the pain. an ungrateful beast, that's what it is. look at its teeth. is that maggots in its fur, in the holes of its wounds? disgusting, entitled bitch, not knowing its place. someone put that damn dog down.

they don't forget to feed the dog, no. they just choose not to. it was getting too fat, too loud and had the gall to growl at them when they raised their hand. really! the audacity! stupid fucking dog, look at it circle their feet anyway. look at it, waiting for them to say 'good boy!' when it drops a dried leaf at their feet, all hopeful and pathetic.

but all they do is click their tongue and beat it with a broom. watch it whimper and hide. the leaf looks like fire, like a flake of the sun, like summer. it's just a goddamn leaf and that's just a dog, so what does it matter? it doesn't. it never did and never will.

i dream of a dog every night and I hate it because it goes by my name. or rather, I go by its name. it's pathetic.

what a stupid fucking dog. someone put the damn thing down.

please.

[hogwartsandhawkins]

Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 17: Winds of Change

If you need to catch up, here's the Masterlist

Summary: Jess and the gang get kicked out

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of blood, bruising, face injuries, of aged men hitting on under-aged girls 🤢, angst. As always let me know if I missed something!

AN: So I got a new laptop, and was super excited to write on it. And then when I uploaded my word doc, it crashed. 🤗 Long story short, after crying and being unmotivated to redo everything that I thought I lost, I fixed it.

The street was full of cars when Jess and Billy pulled up, causing them to park further down the street away from Tina’s. Billy pulled the parking brake and turned off the ignition, turning back to Jess. 

“So what the hell did he say?” Billy was staring at Jess, completely surprised that she had already admitted to Steve that they were a little more than just partners for an English project now.

“He suggested that we hold hands and skip through the football field.” Jess rolled her eyes as she heard the strong laugh leaving Billy’s body. 

“So is he pissed?”

“He’s not exactly thrilled…” 

“Yeah, well. Fuck it,” Billy shrugged unbuckling Jess’s seatbelt for her before taking the keys from the ignition, “Bout time he realized you’re your own person.” 

“He already does, Billy-“

“No he doesn’t. ‘’Cuz god forbid you decided to go to this party without him.” Before Jess could continue arguing, he opened his own door and stepped out, reminding her to “Stay right there,” as he left. When he opened the door for her, waiting for her to step out, he continued, “It’s like he wants you two attached to the hip…” He shook his head, looking as if he were annoying himself with the thought of Steve Harrington always around. 

Once Jess was out of the car, she began to take off the jacket, causing Billy to drop his current thought. “What’re you doin’, leave it on…” 

“I don’t wanna carry it all night when I have to take it off inside.” Before Jess had it all the way off, however, Billy quickly shed the one he was wearing, throwing it in the back and closing the passenger door. 

“There. Problem solved.”

“How-“ 

“Geez, Jess, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one,” Billy teased, “When you don’t want it, I’ll take it alright? Just… keep it on. Least till we get in…”

“You just want it on me to piss off Steve.” They began walking away from the car, the sound of music becoming louder despite the already drowning sound of teenagers that littered her outdoor area. There were easily twice as many people at this party compared to the one Carol had, as Tina was never picky about who came, something Jess had always appreciated about her. 

“I didn’t even know we were seeing pretty boy tonight, alright. Can we lay off the subject now?” 

“Oooh, someone’s testy,” Jess’s smile was faint as she poked fun at him, but slowly faded when she looked up to realize he wasn’t smiling back. “Okay… sorry…”

“No, it’s just… You ever get tired of only thinking about Steve when you do something?” 

“I do not!” 

“Like two goddamn peas in a pod. You’re obsessed with him, he’s obsessed with you,” Billy sighed, slowing down their pace to further the conversation without anyone overhearing, ensuring this by looking around before he spoke again, “It just would be awesome if I could do shit for you without you thinking it’s all this weird thing to piss Harrington off.” 

“Right, because you weren’t trying to at the diner?”

“Jess,” Suddenly, Billy stopped walking entirely, turning his entire body to face her as he looked past her, focusing on his actions from earlier. “I wasn’t trying to piss him off. I was just… fuck…” His shoulders shrugged with frustration, tensing as they dropped again. He looked over toward the house, his jaw now as tense as his shoulders. “He needs to know that I’m not exactly going anywhere,” His head slowly inched back to her as he sucked in a final breath for courage before continuing, “That I’m here to stay.” His eyes flicked to another group walking past them, behind Jess, locking onto them until they were far enough for Billy’s liking.  “Look, I’m not asking for him to like me. I just want him to know that we at least got one thing in common.” 

“And what’s that?” Jess took a step in his direction as she watched him look around one last time. 

“That we both think you’re cool as shit,” He answered as if it were obvious, now walking toward the house at the same, slow pace they had previously. 

Jess followed closely, her arm only inches from his. “Oh yeah? I figured it would be something like how you’re both scarily obsessed with basketball or something.”

“No, Logan. See, thing is, there’s still a big difference between me and him when it comes to basketball. I’m actually good and your little boy toy sucks.”

“He does not suck.” 

“Oh, so that’s the part of the sentence you’re gonna correct?” 

“He does not suck.”

Billy let out an airy laugh as he shoved his hands in his pockets due to the cold, his breath visible when his chuckle dragged out. “Alright, so he’s not that bad.”

“He’s starting five.” 

“So am I.” 

“So there you go,” Jess countered, “You both don’t suck.” 

Billy shook his head in surrender as they reached the wide-open front door. They both looked past the entryway into the main living room, which was already packed, when Jess felt two hands on either side of her neck, patting her shoulders softly.  

“We goin’ in or what?” Jess turned around to see Steve, Jason, Chrissy, and Patrick standing behind her, the others that came with them squeezing past to get inside. Jess and Billy lead the rest of the group toward the kitchen, Steve staying close behind. The music was even louder than it usually was, possibly due to the fact that Tina’s party wasn’t the only social gathering happening on this street. There were never any noise complaints called in on New Year’s Eve, surprising in a small town like Hawkins, and even if there were, there was always a good chance that Hopper would ignore them for the holiday. 

As they made it to the crowded kitchen, Jess noticed a large group of boys she had never seen before stocking the fridge with an assortment of beers, liquor, and mixers. It wasn’t until Tina’s older brother, Christopher, joined them from the dining room that she realized why she’d never seen them before. 

“Hey, Chris.” Jess watched as Tina sauntered over with Nicole, Vickie, Katie, and Jane, who were all giggling, seemingly excited that Tina gave them automatic access to the only college boys at the party. Before Jess could continue listening in, one of Christopher’s friends took notice of her, giving her a look that quickly made her uncomfortable. She turned around to face Steve, causing him to stop. 

“You okay, kid?” 

“Yeah, yeah it’s just, the kitchen looks packed, you know…” Steve looked past her, shrugging his shoulders as he looked into what seemed to be the most open part of the house.

Billy, however, looked where Jess had earlier, taking notice of the older group by the fridge. “You want anything outta there, princess?” He asked without taking his eyes off the cluster of boys. The question made Steve’s eyes roll, but he didn’t interject, allowing Jess to place her request. When he walked past the kitchen island to retrieve a red cup, he caught the attention of Jane, who quickly left the now large group she was in to stride her way over to him. 

“Hey there, Hargrove.” Jane leaned into him slightly, eyeing the drink that he now had in his hand with amusement. “That for me? Because that’s definitely not for you.” 

Billy looked down at the cup as well before laughing coldly, the corners of his mouth pulling downwards. “And why not?” The sarcasm dripped from his question, causing Jane to lean away, not sure if this banter was the friendly kind. 

“Because I know what you actually want.” 

Billy picked up on her tone, clearly expressing she was no longer talking about beer. “Yeah, I doubt that,” He deadpanned, not breaking eye contact as he watched her expression change from confident to irritated in a matter of seconds. 

“Really? Because that’s not the impression I got before break.” She batted her lashes ironically, challenging him on his not-so-new attitude towards her. He finally broke the staring, walking himself to the fridge that was still being crowded around. He pushed past the boys, not troubling himself to ask them to move as he bumped shoulders with the one now chatting up Nicole. To his dismay, she had followed him. He turned around to see her crossing her arms over her chest, almost as if she was triumphantly looking at the can he now had. “What did I tell ya, knew exactly what you’d be going for.”

“Don’t you got some desperate college dude to bug?” He asked rather loudly, still unbothered by the fact that said college boys were gathered around behind him. Billy heard one of them mumble something behind his back but didn’t budge to look behind him, as he felt he’d made his point perfectly clear. 

Jane looked over at the group he came in with, scoffing when her eyes met the back of Steve’s head, watching who he was talking to. “I didn’t know you were friends with Steve Harrington now.” When Billy only rolled his eyes in response, about ready to walk away, she poked at him once more, successfully stopping him in his tracks. “So, what you’re saying is you’d rather hang with Harrington and his little prude all night than have some actual fun, Hargrove?”

Billy scrunched his nose in annoyance, his jaw clenching as he heard the nickname Jane spat out. He wanted to retaliate, possibly hurt her feelings to the point where it would have ruined the rest of her night. There were names that were already lined up in his mind that he could call her and could have probably justified even hours later after he possibly felt bad for his actions. But he stood there for a moment, chewing on his tongue behind his closed lips that were contorted into a sneer. He stared off into the crowd, not exactly fixating on one person, refusing to look back at her face which he was sure was now sporting a satisfied grin, knowing it would anger him further. Instead, he cleared his throat and relaxed his jaw before responding with a simple, “Just fuck off, Jane,” not even bothering to finish his sentence before he continued walking back to Jess and Steve. 

Jess listened to Steve talk about the upcoming tournament as she glanced over to Billy, who was now striding toward her with two drinks in hand. Behind him, Jane purposely caught her attention, waving with only her fingers as she eyed the outfit she was in. Jess watched as her eyes landed suddenly on Billy’s jacket, taking a moment before forcing herself to peel them away and walk back toward the rest of her friends. Jess broke into a small smile, causing Steve to stop mid-sentence. “What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing,” Jess quickly responded, her eyes finding their way back to Steve’s. 

“So, Harrington, you hangin’ with us all night?” Billy stood next to the both of them, taking a quick sip out of Jess’s drinking, ensuring it tasted right, before handing it over to her. Steve thought for a moment, looking over at the red cup Jess had in her hand and then to Billy, who was now taking a drink out of his own Beer. 

“You totally can, if you want. It’s no big deal really,” Jess interrupted his thoughts, not wanting him to think that he had to leave. 

“You know what,” He looked over his shoulder to look around the room, “I kinda owe Heather a dance.” He then straightened his neck back to look over Billy intently. He stood there for a moment longer, evidently recalling something from earlier as he stared at Jess’s cup once more, causing him to relax his shoulders slightly. “Don’t have too much fun without me…” He then gave Jess a friendly smile as he backed away, turning to disappear into the crowd. 

Jess continued to look in the direction that she last saw Steve. “Weird…” 

“What? Weird that pretty boy left?” He took another long drink out of his beer, pretending not to even notice his absence, though if he was being honest with himself, he also found it odd as well that Steve had just agreed to leave them alone. He had intended the question to be a joke, fully expecting Steve to follow Jess around all night, not allowing her a single moment alone with him. And again, if he were being honest, he couldn’t really blame him. 

“I mean, he did cancel Benny’s just to be here…”

“Eh, like he said. He owes some girl a dance.” He shrugged it off as he scanned the room, catching Hagen’s attention as he looked toward the back door. 

“Aye! B!” Jess surprisingly was able to hear Tommy shout over the speakers, watching him pull Carol by the hand through the crowd. 

“Jesus, Tommy, slow down…” Carol mumbled as they reached Billy and Jess, pulling her hand away once his grip loosened. “Hey, you two.” 

“Did I just see you with Harrington?” Tommy questioned, not yet greeting Jess. 

“Yeah, what was that all about…” Carol left Tommy’s side and joined Jess, looking back over at her before adding, “No offense,” to the end of her sentence. 

“Nothing important.” 

Carol looked over at Jess, giving her the same look Chrissy always did when it came to Billy. “Well, I think it’s cute that you’re getting along with him now… Anyways. Tommy’s wanting a rematch.”

“I can’t this time. Driving.” Billy then gestured with his can over to Jess, giving her a wink before further explaining. “Gotta take this one home.” 

“Dude, lame.” Tommy groaned, “Why don’t you both just crash here?” 

“Jess has a curfew, remember?” Carol poked fun at her, pinching her cheeks as if she was a child. “It’s fine, the girls will play a round. Does your goody-two-shoes friend drink, like, at all?”

“Chrissy, I mean… yeah… sometimes but-“

“Good, wave goodbye to the boys,” Carol then looped her arm with Jess’s, walking purposefully toward Jason, Chrissy, and Patrick. “Cunningham. Come on, you’re up at beer pong.” 

Chrissy quickly stood at Jess’s side as they made their way to the kitchen. “I’m not very good…” She said apologetically, causing Carol to giggle. 

“Good. You’re on Jess’s team then.”

“You’ll be fine, Chris. Carol’s not very good either.”

“Bite me.” Carol led them away from Jason and Patrick, who were now eyeing the three girls suspiciously, and began making her way to the kitchen, eyeing the group that was still by the fridge. 

“Please don’t ask Jane to play…” Jess groaned, now dragging her feet a bit. 

“Oh god no. She fucking hates you, you know that right? Why would I ask her to play?” 

“Yes, Carol. Thank you. I know.” 

“I wonder why…” Chrissy leaned in, laughing out loud as she watched the way Jane quickly snapped her head over her shoulder as she heard footsteps coming toward her. 

“Tina, let’s play.” Carol unlooped her arm from Jess’s and grabbed Tina’s hand, pulling rather aggressively, only allowing Tina to wave by to a couple of the girls before she was headed out of the kitchen. Jess and Chrissy followed closely behind them as they navigated their way around the maze of teenagers that crowded the living room. When they finally made it outside, Jess saw Tommy and Billy already waiting for them by the table, Billy quickly making his way to Jess to grab the cup out of her hand. 

“Hey! I’m not-“

“Yeah, you’re done with this.” Billy then downed the barely touched drink, crushing the cup when he was done, tossing it toward the opened black bag that was by the ping pong table. “Like I said, I’m not bringing you home completely sloshed.”

“Oh don’t worry, Billy, your girl’s gonna be plenty sloshed when we’re done with her.” Carol then high-fived Tina as they set up their side of the table. “Hurry up and get over here, Logan, I’m tryna win.” 

Billy shook his head, leaning in to whisper in Jess’s ear. “Don’t worry, Tina’s shot’s trash. Played against her on Halloween. Go kick their ass, princess.”

Jess walked over next to Chrissy, who was putting their cups together, occasionally looking up at Tina and Carol’s side to make sure she was doing it right. Out of the corner of her eye, Jess watched as Jason and Patrick joined them by the table, Chrissy giving her boyfriend a shy grin as she waved over to him.

Carol let Chrissy start the game, teasing them by stating how it didn’t matter, and how she and Tina were going to win anyway. Their game went on for what felt like forever, most of their shots bouncing out of cups or missing them completely. Eventually, Steve wandered into the backyard as well, stopping by the table to watch. Once a little over half of the cups were gone, Jess looked over at Chrissy, who was now continuously bumping into her, giggling uncontrollably as she apologized each time. 

“I think Chris might be done,” Jess mentioned, watching as her friend took her time to grasp the ball and aim. 

“No! I’m fine… I just don’t drink a lot,” she continued to giggle, looking over at Jason as he started walking over to her. 

“Don’t get too wasted now.” Jason was now over, counting the cups on her side of the table. “You still got boutta hour to midnight.” 

“Okay okay, fine.” She tossed the ball haphazardly to Jason, who quickly shot his hand up to catch it, not expecting the toss. “You play then.”

“Hey, that means we win.” Carol pointed out, counting how many cups each team had left. “Logan, if she quits, we win!”

“Okay, fine, Carol, you win.” Jess gave in, causing both Tina and Carol to cheer, once again high-fiving each other. 

“What happened to kicking their ass, Logan?” Billy teased, watching her walk back to the side of the table. 

“Yeah, well, Tina had a better shot than you said.”

“Hey!” Tina overheard, crossing her arms as she stared down Billy. 

Jason still held the small ball, bouncing it off the table and catching it with his opposite hand. “You wanna finish this out, Patrick?” 

When he agreed, Tommy jumped in as well, “I’ll take other side. C’mon, B, jump in. We only got like… six cups left.” 

Billy nodded his head slowly, counting the cups himself, convinced he’d only have to drink a couple of them before he and Hagen won. “I ain’t playin’ another one after.” He then threw his now empty beer can in the trash bag that lay on the grass, its contents spilled out around it. “Watch how it’s done, princess.” He walked to Tommy’s side, Steve now taking his place by Jess. 

“Watch how it’s done, princess,” Steve mocked quietly, earning him a punch in the arm. “Good thing you’re staying another three hours. Those guys are good.” He nodded his head to Jason and Patrick before continuing, “No way he’s not downing all three of his.”

“Yeah right… Jason and Patrick only have four left. No way.”

“Oh yeah, well so do Hargrove and Hagen now.” 

Jess shot her attention back to the game, realizing that both Jason and Patrick must have made it in one, Jason now aiming the ball again. When he sank his second shot in the cup nearest Billy, Tommy pounded on the table, watching his friend down his second beer already. “Shit, shit…” The game was over quickly, with Billy only making one shot before the other four cups on his side were gone. 

“What happened to showing me how it was done, Hargrove?” 

“How the hell could I have known that the lightweight’s boyfriend could actually pl- owww.”

“Don’t call her that!”

“You look over at her recently?” 

He nodded his head toward the ground where Chrissy was sitting, looking up at the stars. Jason walked over to her, helping her up as she finally fixed her eyes on him. “Did you win?” 

Jason only laughed at her, leading her back inside so she could sit on the couch. “This is why you don’t play beer pong, baby.” He sat her down on the right side of the living room couch, plopping down next to her as she leaned against the armrest. Billy and Jess followed, Steve close behind them as they entered the house, all three sitting on the loveseat opposite the couch. It was a slightly tight squeeze for the three of them, causing Jess to be partially on Billy’s lap, something he didn’t mind at all. The close proximity caused her to take off Billy’s jacket, which Billy quickly took from her, draping it over the leg she currently wasn’t sitting on. 

Tina, Tommy, and Carol soon entered through the backdoor as well, making Jason scoot closer to Chrissy as they too squeezed to sit on the couch, Carol sitting completely on top of Tommy. Unfortunately, with Tina now sitting with them, the rest of her friends came as well, the college boys following closely behind them. Jess quickly felt eyes on her, and this time, it wasn’t Jane’s stare that caused her to feel uncomfortable. 

Jess nodded back at Tina’s brother, who sat on the floor in front of his sister after wordlessly greeting her. That’s when Jess noticed the same boy from earlier in the kitchen, seemingly more confident now, whether it be from alcohol or from the fact that he realized his friend was acquaintances with Jess. He eyed her noticeably, going out of his way to sit on part of the floor closer to the loveseat, grinning at her once again before pretending to listen to a conversation that was taking place on the couch. On his third attempt of getting Jess’s attention, Billy noticed, causing him to grit his teeth before releasing his jaw again, not wanting his annoyance to be obvious. He then looked over at Jess, attempting to gauge her interest. When she looked as if she were about to crawl out of her skin, he threw his arm around the back of her shoulders, leaning back into the cushions as if trying to convince his body to relax. 

He squeezed her shoulder gently, reassuring her that he was there, to not worry about the creep that happened to be there. Billy didn’t care to know the dude, didn’t care to know his intentions. His longing looks at a high schooler were enough to profile him as a weirdo that he couldn’t wait to get Jess away from. Based on the amount of alcohol at this party, he assumed this man was at least legal drinking age, knowing his friend, Tina’s brother, was 21 as well. Billy leaned down to whisper in Jess’s ear, still not taking his eyes off the only non-teenagers there. 

“You want anything outta the kitchen, princess?”

“It’s okay…” Jess answered quietly, seemingly able to read his mind, “Don’t worry about it… I’m sure they’ll leave.” She traced Billy’s gaze to the same guy still looking over at her, making her quickly look away. It took every ounce of patience in Billy to not call it out, to not pull him up by his collar, hitting him continuously until he fell back down on the floor. But it was only a look, he kept telling himself. He couldn’t risk looking crazy in front of Jess, or worse, embarrassing her in front of their whole class due to just a look. After another ten minutes of attempting to be interested in conversation, however, he kept glancing down at the college boy, apparently named Dennis.

Stupid fucking name.

Dennis had also continued to do the same to both him and Jess, looking between the two of them before staring at Jess for an unwanted amount of time, his eyes appearing to forget that she, too, was a person. Against Billy’s better judgment, he looked over at Steve before looking back at Jess. 

“I need a drink,” He said before whispering in Jess’s ear, “Stay with Steve, I’ll be back in a bit with some water for you, yeah?” He then got up and left Jess’s side, making sure to leave his jacket by her, using it to claim his spot. Jess watched as he disappeared into the crowd, spotting the way he would turn his head back over in their direction occasionally, jaw clenching every time he did. When she could no longer see him, she scooted herself closer to Steve, hoping that would save her from Dennis wanting to socialize with her in any way. It seemed to work for a moment, but she began to grow nervous when Billy had yet to show back up after a few minutes away. Dennis obviously had taken notice as well, scrutinizing the leather jacket that was placed in his way. 

Jess stayed as small as she could, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, until someone within the crowd shouted, “TWO MINUTES TILL MIDNIGHT!” Everyone began cheering, most of the group that was sitting began to stand, awaiting the anticipated countdown. It looked as if Dennis was lost in the crowd, making Jess relax for a moment, only to become on edge again when she felt an unfamiliar hand grab her wrist. 

“Hey,” Jess turned around to see Dennis now standing in front of her, much too close for her liking. “So where you gonna be at midnight?” She could unmistakably smell vodka on his breath, which made her stomach churn, it smelling much less pleasant than the slight smell of hops Billy would have after he would drink. 

She tried pulling away softly, but when his grip didn’t loosen, she panicked, looking back at Steve for help. “Sorry, I’m just gonna hang out with some friends…” She responded, still looking over at Steve who quickly arrived next to her. 

“Hang out with me instead.” He retorted confidently, not caring who was currently next to her. 

“Uhm no I-“

“She’s not interested, bud,” Steve quickly butted in, now directing his attention toward Jess, pulling her arm away, “C’mon kid, let’s go.” 

Jess eagerly began following him away until she was again stopped by the same unfamiliar hand, Dennis’s other hand nudging Steve away. “How about she tell me she’s not interested.” Jess felt her blood run cold, looking at the difference in stature between her friend and the unwanted college boy, who stood taller and broader than Steve did. However, it didn’t deter Steve from pushing back, much harder than Dennis had pushed him. 

“Let go of her, or else.” Steve was now in Dennis’s face, causing Christopher to come over, trying to defuse the situation. 

“Come on, Den, let’s get outta here…” Tina’s brother attempted to whisper, trying to take his friend’s hand from around Jess’s wrist. Jess continued to watch the way the older boy’s eyes faded in and out, clearly intoxicated, and furious. She tried to free her arm once again, but was much weaker than the stocky brunette, when suddenly someone grabbed Christopher’s shirt, quickly pulling him away from Dennis, Billy now standing in his place. Jess then felt a slight pinch in her wrist, hurting only for a moment, realizing after that her hand was suddenly free from Dennis’s grasp and secured softly in Billy’s. He then let go slowly, pointing over to Steve without taking his eyes off Dennis. Jess did as she was wordlessly told, making her way back to Steve’s side. She had never seen him this inflamed, his eyes wide and wild, his jaw ticking with anger. Everyone else besides a select few had yet to notice what was going on around them, continuing to count down, which almost drowned out what Billy said next. 

“You wanna explain why you’re touching my girl?” 

She wasn’t sure if she had heard it correctly, or sure if she, or anyone besides Dennis, was meant to hear it, but she was sure she would have been blushing currently if it wasn’t for the situation they were in. 

“FIVE!”

She watched the way Billy was now shaking out his wrists, occasionally clenching and unclenching his hands into fists, stretching out his fingers when they were released. She’s seen this movement from him only once before, and it didn’t turn out so good for the other boy he was facing that night. 

“FOUR!”

Billy patiently waited for a response, Dennis coming up with one he wasn’t expecting. The older boy chuckled at him, looking back over at Jess before saying, “Didn’t seem like your girl when I was talkin’ to her.”

“THREE!”

Billy’s expression slowly changed from enraged to feigned amusement, smiling maliciously before he chuckled back, scrunching up his nose as he did so. He continued to stare at him, nodding wordlessly before running his tongue along his top row of teeth. 

“TWO!”

Steve seemed to recognize this look as well, taking a step forward to get ready to shield Jess if needed, but still not obstructing her view. She then watched as Billy took one last look over at her, the same smile still there, but his mouth now closed. However, his eyes had a different look, almost apologetic in a way, before he turned back his attention to the creep in front of him. 

“ONE!”

“Yeah... Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure to show her a good ti-“

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Dennis’s snide comment was quickly interrupted by a fist to the mouth, causing everyone in the vicinity to back away, some staring wide-eyed, others now cheering. Despite Dennis being slightly taller and wider than Billy, he didn’t seem to be able to stand up to the younger teen, who was relentlessly throwing punch after punch, not stopping until one of Dennis’s other friends jabbed Billy in the gut. Jess watched the way Billy winced in pain, now turning his attention to the other boy. When she saw Dennis standing up again, now squaring up to take an unfair punch, Jess almost screamed at Billy to turn around, but Steve stopped her as he pushed her back against the crowd softly. 

“Awe fuck,” Steve mumbled before quickly walking up to the other boy, grabbing his collar before shouting, “Hey!” He then swung his arm back, punching him so hard the boy’s cap flew off. Billy glanced over at Steve briefly, surprised at the sudden help. He then nodded at Steve before turning his attention back over to Dennis. Just when both Billy and Steve seemed to be holding their own, Steve taking on a few more punches than Billy, two other college boys stepped up, Christopher being one of them, who was now also swinging at Billy with Dennis. Jess could hardly keep track of the two boys she came with, watching helplessly as both of them disappeared in the middle of the four older ones. Jason and Patrick, however, emerged from the crowd, trying to pull the other boys off Steve and Billy. Jess watched as Jason grabbed for Christopher, who quickly turned and clocked Jason in the jaw, taking him aback only for a moment before he tackled Tina’s brother to the ground. The fighting went on for only moments more until Jess suddenly saw Billy grab for Dennis’s legs, swiftly lifting him and slamming him into Tina’s coffee table, the legs buckling and center cracking from the weight. 

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” Tina’s voice could be heard over everyone’s cheering, which quickly stopped once she screamed. “MY PARENTS ARE GONNA FREAK!!” Billy slowly rose from the top of Dennis, dusting his legs off before straightening back up, grimacing in pain as he did. Jason and Patrick both helped Steve off the floor who was now sporting a bloody nose. Billy simply stared at Dennis as he pitifully rolled off the now broken table onto his hands and knees, having a hard time getting back on his feet. Chrissy was now at Jess’s side, holding her hand in anticipation as she looked over at her boyfriend, who was also holding onto his own nose, blood dripping from his hand. However, Jess overlooked Jason’s or Patrick’s injuries, her worried gaze leaving Steve and now focusing on Billy, who now had a bruise forming on his cheek, his bottom lip cut. He had yet to look over at her, his eyes still fixed on the boy on the floor almost as if he was challenging him to get back up. He didn’t even flinch or look over when Tina began to yell again next to him. 

“All of you!” She then pointed at all the boys but her brother, “OUT!” 

Jason began trying to speak up, “C’mon Tina, they-“

“I said GET OUT!” 

Jason ran his hand over his face, flicking blood off, walking toward Chrissy, grabbing her hand with his unbloodied one, then nodding at Jess. “Let’s get out of here.” He then looked at the older boys in disgust as he led the girls to the front door, Patrick already out in the front yard. Billy swiped his jacket from the couch, looking back unsatisfied at Dennis one last time before turning and leaving as well, gesturing at Steve to follow him. Billy quickly caught up to Jess, staying close behind her. She could hear how rapidly he was breathing, making her look back at him, causing him to lock eyes with her before he placed his hand on the small of her back, telling her to keep moving. When they finally reached the concrete step that separated the communal sidewalk from the path leading up to Tina’s doorway, all four boys plopped down to sit, looking exhausted. Jess was the first to speak. 

“I’m so sorry guys I-“ 

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ apologize.” Billy stopped her, shaking his head as he stared blankly across the street. 

“Yeah, it’s not your fault, Jess.” Steve agreed, flashing her a sympathetic smile. “You alright?”

Before Jess could answer, however, Billy snapped his head in Jess’s direction, his eyes coming back into focus. “Let me see it,” he demanded, his voice lower in register.

“What?” Jess looked back at him now, confused at what exactly he was requesting. 

“Your wrist. Let me see it.” He held out his hand, figuring she would automatically comply, placing her hand into his, allowing him to examine it carefully as he intended. When she didn’t make a move to do so, his eyes darkened. “Jess…” 

The wrist in question was tucked securely under her blue sleeve, her fingers grasping the fabric against her palm tightly. She had yet to look at it either, but she was sure there was at least a red mark, based on how tight the older boy had ahold of it and how promptly Billy removed his grip when he saw it. She had just watched Billy calm down a bit, and she wasn’t too keen on seeing his rage spike back up. 

“You alright, kid?” Steve now reached for it, the wrist being closer to him than it was to Billy, but she moved it out of easy reach. 

“You guys are freaking out over nothing, it’s fine.” 

“Then let me see it,” Billy spoke again, his voice attempting to hold steady, not wanting Jess to mistake his anger as being directed at her.

“I’ll let you see it when we get out of here…” Jess softly responded, causing Billy to rise from his concrete seat next to Steve, his leather jacket still in hand. “Billy…” He said nothing in response, draping the jacket over Jess’s shoulders before gently reaching for her left wrist, raising it close to his chest before pushing her sleeve out of the way. Jess was surprised to see bruised lines forming in the shape of fingers. They were light, but certainly there. She then looked up at Billy, who was contorting his mouth in an angered frown, looking over her shoulder and then back at her wrist, as if trying to adjust his eyesight to ensure he was seeing this right. 

“Ga’damn,” Patrick now stood next to her, peering over to see the bruises. “That’s fucked, Logan.”

Jess’s eyes moved in his direction in annoyance, indicating he wasn’t helping any, Patrick throwing up his hands in response. Billy still had yet to say a thing, still adjusting his eyesight away from her wrist, only to find himself looking at it again, becoming more unwound with every glance. When he couldn’t keep looking at it, he turned to face Tina’s front door, his chest now heaving. 

“Billy no,” Jess said suddenly, not knowing whether he was thinking about going back in to find Dennis again or not. 

Steve must have felt the tension as well, also rising from the step, looking down at Jess’s wrist once, cringing at the sight of it. “C’mon man, let’s just leave.”

“And go where? Our rides are still inside.” Jason finally spoke up, still sitting as Chrissy stood over him, her hands secured in his, him not wanting to let go of her just yet. 

“You guys didn’t drive here?” Jess asked, looking over at Steve who typically always took his car. 

“Not this time.” 

“Awe shit…” Patrick cursed, sitting himself back down next to Jason.

“I can’t go back home now, my mom’s gonna flip if she sees blood all over me, gotta at least get this shit off me,” Jason groaned, Patrick quickly agreeing with him. 

“We could always go back to Benny’s like we planned?” Chrissy suggested, now trying to rub some of the blood off his cheeks. 

“With what car, babe?”

Jess gave Billy an inquiring look, practically asking permission before she mentioned his car out loud. 

“Can’t drive yet, princess… thought we’d be here for another two hours.”

“Steve’s sober,” she quickly responded.

He glanced over at Steve, now standing awkwardly next to the two of them, before shaking his head. “Hell no.”

“C’mon, Billy. You wanna sit here the rest of the night? Let’s go to Benny’s, you guys wash up, let the rest of your buzz go ‘way in the next couple hours.” When he didn’t budge, she added, “He’s a really good driver…” causing Billy to roll his eyes. 

Jason and Patrick looked up hopefully at Billy, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible as other classmates were now starting to come outside to ‘mingle’, making sure to continue to stare at the banished group. “There’s not ‘nuff seats, and the back’s small as shit.”

“It’s cool, Chris will sit on my lap, Jess and Pat can sit in the back with us, you get front since it’s your car. No big deal.”

Billy stood there for a moment, considering everything he heard before wordlessly tossing his keys to Steve. He then walked ahead of them, a little peeved this was how his night was ending, with a busted lip, a bruised ego, a ruined buzz, Steve fucking Harrington now driving his prized possession, and worst of all, it was his first real night out with Jess.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” He mumbled under his breath, “Just great.”

When they finally reached his car, he stood by the passenger door, eyeing Steve with warning. “If you put a single scratch on her, you’re dead.” He then threw the seat in the upright position, moving out of the way so Jess could squeeze in the middle. Steve did the same, Jason moving into the back seat behind the driver’s side, positioning himself before outstretching his hand to help Chrissy onto his lap. When Patrick began to enter behind Jess, Billy suddenly stopped him, grabbing him by the shirt and tugging backward before mumbling, “You take front.” 

Jess smiled when she saw Billy enter, pushing herself over into Jason more to try and make room for him. When he was semi-comfortable, he adjusted the seat back to allow Patrick to sit, leaning back after to try and relax. However, the tight fit made that difficult, not having much room for his legs. He stretched his left arm behind Jess, shifting every two seconds. “Ah shit…”

“Here, you want me to…” Jess then tried scooting her leg out of the way to allow Billy’s leg more room in the middle. 

After a few more failed attempts to sit comfortably, Billy grumbled in irritation. “Fuck it. C’mere.” He then grabbed Jess by the hips and effortlessly positioned her on his right leg, her back now facing the small triangle window. He placed his right arm in between her and the door, providing her back with more support, shifting lower so her head wasn’t rubbing against the ceiling. Her legs dangled in between Billy’s, which were now comfortably spread. “This alright?” He whispered in her ear. 

She began to nod when Steve entered the car, looking behind him. “You guys okay back th- … ere.” His eyes fixed on Jess and Billy, giving them both a disapproving stare. However, it only lasted for a moment before he turned back around, turning the ignition. He then readjusted the rearview mirror so Jess was able to see his eyes clearly. “Ready to go then? You guys… situated?”

“Ready when you are, Harrington,” Jason grinned, squeezing Chrissy’s thigh as he winked at her playfully. 

“Jess?” Steve questioned, glancing back at her through the mirror. 

“Uh y-up! Ready!” 

Steve nodded, appearing to relax as he accepted her response, again adjusting the mirror so he could see the road behind him.

“Let’s get the hell outta here then.”

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[rin-fukuroi]

𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 [𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail Pairings: Jing Yuan x Fem!reader Warnings: just fluff, events after the battle with the Phantylia

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq 

Throughout the story, I wanted to hug this man tightly and wrap him in a soft blanket. He's so sad and so in need of the warmth that he deserves<3

You sigh heavily, sorting papers on your lover's desk. General Jing Yuan won't be able to return to work for a while yet, and it's the least you can do to lighten his burden after he fully recovers. Knowing him, you could say with confidence that he would have run away from any paperwork even faster than usual when he saw what a mess had formed at his workplace in his absence.

Your soul was restless. Although you visited him every day and Jing Yuan was always smiling and sticking to you the same way as always, you felt that he really needed a rest. Of course, you couldn't question Miss Bailu's skill, but what kind of loving girl would you be if you weren't worried about your irresponsible General?

— God, I should at least deal with what I can do, — you mumble to yourself, taking a thoughtful pose, looking at the endless stacks of papers. Another doomed sigh leaves your lungs before you grab the key from the table. — However… It can wait until tomorrow.

When you go outside, you are greeted by the night sky and lights illuminating the almost deserted Lofu.

— Oh, it obviously took longer than I planned… — you grab the belt of your bag slung over your shoulder and are about to proceed towards the house when someone's hand wraps around your wrist.

You shudder, turning sharply, ready to draw your, albeit small, but still a sword. Jing Yuan usually forbids you to carry weapons with you, preferring to send a couple of Cloud Knights to accompany you, but you never liked to attract too much attention to yourself and stand out from the crowd, so you rarely listened to his lectures about the dangers of weapons for inexperienced fighters, especially such clumsy ones like you. The main thing for you has always been a sense of security and comfort, which could well be provided by Jing Yuan himself or a small blade that will not harm you, but can injure the enemy if you are unlucky enough to be in a situation where you have to use it.

And it seems that this day has come.

You put your hand on the scabbard hidden under the blouse on your belt, turning abruptly to meet face to face with someone who had the audacity to touch a strange woman on the street at such a late hour. The General would be proud of your grace and speed. It seemed to you that now you can cut off the head from the shoulders of this brazen pervert, but by making too sharp a turn on your heels, you stumble over your own foot, almost losing your balance. But everything started so well.

You're desperately trying to stay on your feet, balancing on the heel of one foot, but a pair of strong arms instantly encircles your forearms, forcing you to squint in fright. That's all. Is this ridiculous mistake going to cost you your honor and dignity now? Jing Yuan definitely wouldn't be proud of that…

— Jing Yuan?! — your eyes open wide with genuine shock, your lips open wide, and there is not a single censorious thought in your thoughts when your gaze meets golden eyes depicting poorly feigned guilt, which is instantly replaced by curiosity and mischief inherent in the General.

— Oh, where were you reaching for, m? — one of the General's palms slides down your waist until it is on the belt, catching the edge of the blouse and lifting up the thin fabric. — Tsk-tsk, I think I already told you that I don't want my future wife to carry a sword with her.

— And I think I said that I don't want to marry an idiot who can't just stay in the infirmary until his wounds heal! What are you doing here? — you nervously pull his palm, defiantly pouting and crossing your arms over your chest.

— Miss Bailu exaggerates my incapacity too much. I'm healthy enough to go out for a little airing.

— Rlly? And I think you just wanted to see me, even though we saw each other this morning and would have seen each other again in just a few hours if you hadn't run away like a naughty child.

— Ah, you see right through me, darling, — the General grabs his chest resentfully before laughing softly, placing his palms on either side of your thighs again. — I can't help myself, I needed to hug my future wife now and not a second later.

You sigh in frustration, shaking your head in displeasure, but eventually you give up, wrapping your palms around his neck. No matter how many stupid things he does, no matter how childish, you can never resist his incredible charm. The velvety voice, the soft look, the warmth emanating from Jing Yuan's body — these are all things without which you cannot imagine any of the days of your life. You would be blatantly lying if you said that you didn't miss him even when you parted for some miserable half a day. But your concern and care for the irresponsible General outweighed your longing for him, so you resigned yourself to the fact that you would have to part for some time, which you purposely filled with something related to him, so as not to feel lonely until the next meeting.

Your facial expression softens, your gaze fills with tenderness, and the corners of your lips lift in a warm smile. You tiptoe up, pressing your lips to Jing Yuan's cheek, catching him off guard with a short kiss. You catch a glimpse of his eyebrows lifting, and the once playful expression turns to surprise before you bury your face in his neck, pressing your body against his. The General is so big and strong, and whenever you have the opportunity to just hug him, you feel really safe, wrapped in care, love and his warmth.

You can feel Jing Yuan's chest vibrating with loud laughter as he wraps his big hands around your back more tightly, squeezing you even tighter in his embrace.

— Did someone miss me too?

— I'm still mad at you and I'll tie you to the bed as soon as you get back to the infirmary, — you grumble in displeasure at his fluffy hair tickling your face. — But I missed you, Jing Yuan…

[astrid-sorensen]

Healing you - Joel Miller x reader

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hurt + Comfort my favourite.

Word count : 2,040

Warnings : Established relationship, nightmares, injury, child death yk the drill. Tell me if I missed any and feedback welcome!

MASTERLIST

A long 12 years after Sarah’s death, Joel can’t seem to open up to you again. But you’re never gonna stop trying.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke to him pivoting your leg off to his side, leaving him just enough room to shuffle his large mass in between your legs, easing his weight down on top of you. His fingertips dug into the plane of your lower back, his skull pressed in between the bare flesh of your breasts. You began to straighten on the bed, awaiting his next move. His wavy hair a messy mop on his head as you began to lovingly comb through the ashy strands.

The dark hollow glow of your Boston apartment echoed with the eventual quiet sobs of Joel, your Joel. Agonising nights like this weren't uncommon, Joel always struggled with rest without the help of pills and brown malt liquor. And when the nightmares rolled in, he turned to you for comfort as his fatigued cries lulled himself back to sleep.

You clutched across his broad shoulders, attempting to soothe him with your words. "Shhh, I've got you. I'm here." Hot drops of his pain pooled on your skin, if you weren't so pained you'd had wiped them away. Joel wouldn't have minded, but you couldn't bring yourself to disturb him. He pressed harder into your sternum, the rhythmic thump of your beating heart grounding him. Eyes watching down as his face scrunched up tightly before softening.

The eventual soft snores of his blocked nostrils signally he had finally drifted off again. You let out a soft breath you didn't realise you were holding. God, he was in so much pain, it stunned you every time. Even though his blank stares and loss of affection had become a sort of ritual by now. Love and tenderness were an abandoned cause.

—

"Ready?" The southerner asked from where he was stood, packed and ready to go. Joel's words were few and far between, so unlike the cheery funny man you once knew back in sunny Austin. You shot him a sharp nod, tucking your trusty dagger in a leather case and into your side pocket.

You followed him out the QZ, cold benevolent rain drops pattering down on the stark city streets. You only had to skip past two soldiers before crouching through the busted wire fence, it were only a matter of time before the tear would be sealed up again. You crossed short planes of long grass and rubble terrain before entering the safety of the nearest borough, no one from the QZ would be after you now. Watching your step not to trip or slip on the muddy ground.

You trekked along, Joel's large hand falling to his side, his fingers loosing hanging. Envisioning your palms closing around each others, the heartwarming feeling of companionship. But you didn't dare establish it. You had tried many times, the forbidding shake of his arm to get you off, too painful to bare singly once more.

"Hey, Joel?"

"Yes."

"I wanna talk to you abo-"

The grooved soles of you feet were no match against the sloped grass, your boot making a sharp decline behind your front one. Pulling you down to the concrete ground you'd started from.

A burning pain shot through your knee, a squeal and grunt leaking from your lips as you moved to steady yourself on the floor. You eyes squeezed shut as you straightened your leg, the pain only intensifying. Joel had quickly jumped back down to join you sitting on the cobbles.

"We're going home now." He stated bluntly. You interjected. "It's not safe. You’re unable to walk properly."

"No, it's ok-"

Brawn branches heaved you up from your standpoint. In another life you could picture this same position, grins ear to ear as the church bells rang. Lily white petals fluttering and spinning through the air as they fell to the chapel floor. 'Just married' drawn on the back of the vehicle as you left for your honeymoon. Bliss. A utopian yet impossible bliss.

Your wrists curled around the thick trunk of his neck, the grisly hairs scratching across you skin. Tucking into his neck for better weight distribution you noticed how close you were. The deepened frown lines of his face and the golden glow of his beautiful tanned skin. The sight made you hands clammy, you don't remember the last time you gazed upon him this close. A heat spilled into the depths of your rib cage.

Back at the flat, Joel kicked open the fragile wooden door, then slammed it shut behind him. He strode into the living area, ever so compassionately plopping you upon the torn up couch. The back of your head touched the cushion, a controlled breath leaving your cracked lips at the pain.

"Still bad?" His eyebrow cocked towards you inquisitively. Your eyes shut briefly with a nod of your neck, the larger male crouching down to the floor as he decided what to do next. "Pants off." The Texan told you. Your began to shuffle out of the worn out denim, filled with thinned patches and threadbare.

He noticed your difficultly and you leaned your weight with your upper back against the furniture, his hands grabbing simultaneously at the waistband to tug down the fabric. Once you got to your knees he eased out your good leg, before doing the same to the other mercifully.

"Shit." He gruffly leaked under his breath. The swollen cup of your knee cap, red and beginning to bruise. His hands moved to the wounded limb, one pressed on the side of your thigh as the other lay on the light hair of your shin. It was worse than you had both expected. "You need'a rest."

Later, your rested your leg outstretched on the worn out mattress. “I’ve gotta finish this run. Should be back tomorrow if I’m lucky.”

“Joel?” He turned facing you. “I love you.” His nodded, eyes gazing off in a line as the words registered in his head and like that he was gone. The worst part was that night, it didn’t feel too different to normal. Empty and cold.

—

The next evening you woke to the door shutting. Quickly you turned to the bedside draw, shaky hands gripping at the handle to pull it out and fetch your dagger. The tall dark male entered, your heart pounding once more before started to go back into rhythm. “Fuck.” You heaved in shock. Joel sent you an apologetic look, emptying his pockets of his weapons and supplies before standing over the bed.

“You hungry? Cold?" Joel was curious, he had deep purple bags under his eyes and a shallow cut on his jaw. You would ask him about it later.

"No, I'm okay."

"Ok, I'll just-"

"Can you come here?" He meandered closer standing to the side of the bed as he sat into his hip. You sat up moving across so he could perch on the side, your foreheads touching as you placed a hand to his toughened cheek. You leant in, millimetres away from your lips touching — his head turned, facing away from you.

Your hand fell in rejection, the familiar crushing weight of loss cascading through you. "You won't even kiss me anymore," You let the words hang, his head tilted in what looked like guilt. Your heart ached for his love again his longing and desire. You used to be like rabbits never able to keep your mitts off of each other.

"And we haven't had sex in years." Your tears bubbled as the statements festered in the grooves of your brain. “Joel, please stop pushing me away."

"She wasn't even your daughter." You hunched away from him, the stinging sharp torture of your knee paling in comparison to the sentence just uttered. You lower lip dropped in shock, unable to fathom how he could muster such a thing.

"You knew how close I was to her. I spent years getting to know her and looking after her! How dare you!" His jaw tightened, still not daring to look at your furious expression. "I know your mourning her! I am too! But you don't know how it feels to mourn someone whose hasn't even died!" The words stung the brunette like an angry wasp.

"Baby-"

"No, Joel. Don't.” Mumbled words slipped through your teeth. “I can't take this anymore, I miss you so much. I just wish I could make you happy."

"You do make me happy." Joel commented. His eyes scanned down to see a small silver chain hung around the supple skin of your throat. A small diamond heart pendant hung from the jewellery.

Joel gifted it to you for your birthday one year after a lovely romantic dinner at your favourite restaurant of course. He’d paid Tommy to look after Sarah that night, leaving you enough time to have a long hot bubble bath with some red wine. Joel was joint at your hip that day, always a hand on you whether it be holding your hand, around your waist or shoulders or resting softly on your thigh.

You were like a drug to him, he was hooked. Smothering you in kisses and heartfelt confession of his love. Making your next sentence a torturing wake up call.

"You can't even look at me anymore.”

"No, no." His body spun from where he was sat, leaping over you til your frame was trapped inside his larger one. His hand cocooned the back of you head, keeping you pressed into him. He squeezed you tightly before pulling back his hands drilling into the sides of your face to look at him. "I love you. I love you so much.”

There was a deep desperation in his face his eyes hollowing out your soul and pleading with your heart. You lip wobbled, the loving man of your past shining through with the exception of his pitiful distress. Eyes falling down to his small chapped lips, he knew what you were after. Hesitantly, he gave in.

Flesh on flesh, his warm mouth joined your own, a searing kiss coveting everything he was trying to say. It was forceful, not enough for you to pull back, but just enough for you to place a hand on the puffed up plane of his chest. He moved his lips against your a few more times before pulling back.

“I just feel like I’ve lost everything. We were so happy, you me and Sarah.”

"I'm sorry,” Joel began, “I'm so selfish. I didn't even realise I was neglectin' you." You swallowed hard, savouring the dark honey taste of him on your lips. "I can't begin to make it up to you, but I'll promise I'll try." Offered the male. “Don't you cry now, you'll set me off." A small smile cracked onto your face. “You need’a get some sleep, you look tired.”

“I am.” You agreed. Joel walked around the bed, pulling back the blankets and getting in beside you. You snuggled up into his side, his arm protectively cuddling around you. Pulling you into closer to his flannel clad skin. His other hand clutched your head, tender stroking his hand over your dirty tangled hair.

Joel watched your eyelids close, your long lashes resting on your plush cheeks. It brought him back to the days back when. Back when you’d cuddle up on his living room couch, Sarah sat on the floor doing her homework with the TV on.

He’d knew in that moment you were it for him. He’d never leave your side. He wanted you in every way another person could have someone. Loved and cherished. Devoted and loyal.

“Your still just as beautiful as the day we met.” Words whispered into the cold air. Clouded with red light shooting through the bed sheet covered windows.

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. You’re the only woman I’ll ever love.” There was wretched plea coating his tongue. “I miss touching you.”

“You have me.”

That night you both slept like a baby. The tall brunette crushing you back into his chest as his limbs glued your skin together. He lay the shyest of kisses to the back of your neck, shoulder and head. One hand brushed along the skin of your hip. Whispering sweet nothings as he pacified you to sleep. "Shhh, I've got you sweetheart. I'm here.”

[party-dude]

Exhausted.

Movie Dude x Reader. Requested on AO3 by Yourlocalcringereader.

We all need a little distraction, so I'm trying to finish up these requests. Love you all, stay safe.

No warnings, just smut. No one under 18 please.

It's almost sunset in Paradise by the time you're able to start dinner. The water you had boiling on the stove is now rapid and you let out a small breath as you crack the noodles in your hand in half to add to the pot.

Your ears twitch as the sound of the screen door swinging open rings out behind you. The creaking of the trailer's door signals Dude's return.

You had sent him off with a kiss and a wish of good luck before he left this morning to go to his interview and now he's back.

You lift your head to give him a greeting but the words die on your lips when you take in his state. He looks drained; Heavy bags rest under his usual dreamy eyes and there's a frown stretched on his handsome face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You ask, leaving behind the pot of boiling noodles, but not before turning the heat low so they don't burn. You approach, keeping your hands to yourself for the time being in case he doesn't want to be touched. 

Dude sighs, and for a moment you think he looks like he might just blow his brains out, but instead he reaches out and pulls you into a tight embrace. You reciprocate the hold quickly, pulling him into a gentle caress. Your arms reach up his back to run your comforting hands along his shoulder blades.

His face gets buried into your shoulder, muffling his voice as he explains the cause of his current distress.

"This god-damned town. That's what."

It's no secret that Dude hates Paradise.

Hell, you hate Paradise too. His job hunting feels like it's never ending, the people are too brash and loud and stupid and God forbid you walk down the street without witnessing a crime or have it happen to you. You give him a slight hum in agreement, there's nothing you can say currently to take away his emotions, so you pull him closer into the embrace and dig your fingers in deeper, trying to massage the tension away.

You both stay there for a moment, just holding each other and trying to let the waves of stress fall off Dude's shoulders. The pasta can wait, right now you have your most important person to attend to.

You pull back slightly from the hold and pepper his stubble lined jawline with kisses, making him huff out a noise of amusement. "Knock it off. I don't deserve anything like that." He mutters.

You scoff and pull him back even closer. Your gentle kisses turn to soft nibbles that move down onto his neck, causing him to shiver.

You let your lips linger a moment before replying, whispering into the crook of his neck. "You deserve plenty. Dealing with so much bullshit to try and make ends meet for us... I'd say that deserves something extra special." You coo, nibbling along his Adams apple.

Dude lets out a noise, something between a whine and a growl.

You wrap your hand around the tie on his neck, tugging him along after you as you move, pulling him towards the bedroom you two share before spinning and pushing him down onto the bed back first.

He lands with a small huff and lifts to his shoulders. Dude watches through his lashes, his face softening the more he looks at you.

You crawl onto his lap, leaning over him as you stare down. "You're so handsome." You say to him with your low tone that sends him dizzy.

Slowly, you hook a finger into the knot on his tie, tugging it loose. It's discarded to the side and each button on his white shirt is given attention as you slowly undo each one, taking your time. Unveiling his chest and body hair that you love so much.

Your eyes locked to his as he shivers with want.

"Just let me handle everything, okay? I'm gonna make it all better." You request, smiling when he just nods dumbly.

His eyes shine with the realization of what's happening and Dude drops his head, eyes staring up at the ceiling in an almost dazed state.

You know his last relationship was unhealthy to say the least. The poor thing is probably so pent up from being cheated on so much. He's not used to anyone handling him.

You slide down to your knees, perching yourself between his spread legs.

You undo his belt, biting your lip to satiate the lingering desire to taste him as soon as possible.

The buildup is more for him than you, you have to keep reminding yourself.

The button and zipper are done quickly and then you make him lift as you shimmy his pants and undies down to his thighs.

Dude's half hard cock twitches at the rush of cool air that hits it and you giggle at the way it moves, watching as it slowly lifts in attention. Dude frowns, giving you a playful pinch.

He lifts to his elbows again to watch you. "Shut up." He groans.

You apologize, muttering it out before taking his half hard cock into your hand and kissing along the head.

He shivers, hissing through his teeth and throwing his head back.

"Don't play with me. Just get on with it. Please?" He pouts, frowning down at you. You nod and stick out your tongue, trailing it over the slit, licking away any precum that spills. Dude shudders, shoulders dropping, and brows lifting, the tension leaving as finally you meet his cock with the attention he wants.

You hum in satisfaction before spitting into your hand and giving him a few lazy strokes to lube him up just right.

"You're so perfect." You say to him, watching him melt and his eyes roll with ecstasy. "So handsome."

Dude whimpers. His body shudders with each tug and he digs his hands into the bedding, the fabric snags and threatens to rip under his grip.

You let out a small chuckle, barely audible before you lean in and take his head into your mouth. He hisses like he's been burned and it only encourages you more. You take him deeper, slowly to not gag on his length, and when you're able to start moving he's practically already wanting to burst down your throat. He never could last long.

His hand moves into your hair, snagging the strands into his fist, careful not to pull or yank. You appreciate the gentleness he always afforded you.

You make a show of moving.

Slowly, you bob your head up and down, your nose meeting his trimmed red pubes each time you take him as far as possible and the smell of his musk makes you want to tear into him like a gift.

Watching him through your lashes, you relish in the sight of his teeth gritted and his handsome face contorting with pleasure. You're going to ruin him one day.

"Fuck! Baby- I can't do this." He whines, hips bucking uncontrollably up into you. You gag slightly at the unexpected thrust and it only makes him cry out again. He liked hearing you gag? You bank that information for later and speed up. Your noodles are still cooking after all.

Dude throws his head back. You watch as his Adams apple bobs with a swallow and you hum in appreciation. The vibrations make him hiss out in blissed out joy.

"God damn! Keep going!" He requests and you oblige. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing, quickly moving up and down. Spit gathers, spilling from your mouth and it works to just move you faster.

You lift a hand and take his balls into it. Holding them gently while you massage each one delicately, feeling them twitch and tighten under your warm grip.

Dude lets out a small groan and tugs your hair slightly.

"Right there! Fuck! Fuck! I love you! I love you, you're so fucking-!!" He spills, both his words and his come.

You swallow, trying your best not to gag on the salty spend. Slowly, you stop and take extra care in sucking him clean.

Each movement from here out just makes him whine and whimper in ways that make you want to tear him apart more.

When he calms, you pull off slowly, letting the saliva strings trail after you. You watch them break and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Dude weakly watches, still looking exhausted but now it's because of pleasure and not annoyance. He lets out a breath and gives you a small weak chuckle.

"Forgot how good you are at that." He muses, running a hand through his hair.

You give him a grin and lift back to the bed, admiring his appearance before leaning over him again. He pulls you into a kiss, one that's all romance and passion and you wonder if he can taste himself on your tongue. You pull away after a moment, grinning at him.

"Shower. Dinner is almost done and then we can get to dessert."

Dude lifts a brow.

"Are you dessert?" He asks.

Your grin turns sly. You nod and he shoots up before you can say anything else, stripping his clothes on the way to the bathroom.

You roll your eyes in amusement and head back to check on your pot. The noodles are tender and perfect, just in time.