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Deathtrap & Bob ⁶

Bob Reynolds (sentry) x Ex Assassin Reader

Summary: Mad Bob->Sentry

The Bob(sentry) Masterlist here

Two Weeks Later – Avengers Tower

The Tower had a pulse now.

Not the cold, clinical hum of mission logs and training routines—but laughter in the halls, coffee mugs left beside comic books, and the sound of footsteps that weren’t always measured or militant. Yn had been staying at the Tower for two weeks, and the change was tangible.

She wasn’t just a guest anymore. She belonged.

Training Room – 10:34 A.M.

“Again,” Yelena said, smirking as she lunged forward.

Yn ducked, rolled to the side, and swept Yelena’s legs—but her blonde opponent caught herself mid-fall, flipping into a backwards stance with a grunt.

“Your balance is better,” Bucky observed from the side, tossing a small towel over his shoulder. “But don’t overextend.”

“I’m trying,” Yn said between breaths, wiping the sweat from her brow. “But Yelena’s built like a machine.”

“Thank you,” Yelena said proudly. “You hit harder now, too. Must be all that ‘love power’ from golden boy.”

Yn snorted, tossing a towel at her. “Shut up.”

At the edge of the mat, Bob stood silently, arms crossed, eyes trained on Yn like a hawk.

Every time someone struck at her, even during practice, he had to restrain his instinct to intervene. His fingers twitched, his golden aura faintly flickering at his shoulders.

“She’s fine,” Bucky said lowly to him. “Let her breathe.”

Bob nodded stiffly. “I know. I just…”

“You love her,” Bucky finished, matter-of-fact.

Bob didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

Bob had just returned from debrief with the team after a short recon mission. Yn sat on the couch in his hoodie, legs tucked under her, sipping tea as she watched something play softly on the TV. When Bob stepped into the room, her head turned immediately.

“There you are,” she said, smiling.

Bob melted.

“Hey. Sorry—Val kept us an extra thirty minutes.”

“Did you win the war?” she teased.

Bob chuckled as he sat beside her. She instantly curled into his side, her head finding that familiar space near his collarbone.

“We missed you,” she whispered.

He kissed the top of her head. “We?”

“Myself... and the heating system.”

He laughed again, quieter this time. “I’ll take it.”

Valentina stood in front of a holographic screen, arms folded, her expression unreadable as she watched surveillance footage. Yn sparring. Yn in the training gym. Yn walking in the garden. Yn laughing with Bob in the mess hall.

“Playback again,” she ordered curtly.

Mel, typing behind her, gave her a glance. “Ma’am, this is the fifth time today.”

Val didn’t look away. “I want to know how someone like her breaks through someone like him.”

“Maybe she didn’t break him,” Mel offered. “Maybe she just... held the right pieces.”

Val turned slowly. “Don’t romanticize it. She was trained to seduce, manipulate, kill—in that order. The Red Room didn’t raise wives, Mel.”

Mel frowned but nodded.

Valentina narrowed her eyes at the screen. Yn was now laughing at something Bob said, her hand over his, light, relaxed.

“She plays it well. Civilian enough for the public to ignore. Deadly enough for the right agencies to notice. If this goes south…”

“We’ll be ready,” Mel said quickly.

“No,” Val corrected. “I’ll be ready.”

Back in Bob’s Room – Midnight

Yn stared out the window at the stars.

“Do you think I’m ready?” she asked softly.

Bob, lying behind her in bed, propped himself on one elbow. “Ready for what?”

“To have a life.”

“You’ve always deserved one,” he said gently.

She turned to him. “Even with everything I’ve done?”

He reached for her hand. “Especially because of everything you’ve survived.”

She blinked, lips trembling slightly. Then she nodded, pressing her forehead to his.

And somewhere in the building above them, Valentina watched the glowing footage in silence, her reflection cold in the glass.

The storm wasn’t here yet. But she could feel it coming.

The room was dimly lit, windows casting long shadows across polished floors. Valentina stood by the window, the city twinkling behind her like a breathing organism. Her fingers held a glass of dark wine, swirling slowly as she stared out at the skyline—calculating.

Mel entered quietly behind her, tablet in hand.

“You asked for me?” she said cautiously.

Val didn’t turn to look. “Yes.”

She took a slow sip before speaking again. “I want you to pull up every unredacted file on The Deathtrap. Everything—missions, confirmed kills, suspected hits, aliases. Anything that slipped past the Red Room's wipe.”

Mel hesitated. “That’s… a lot of digging. You sure you want to do this now?”

Val turned sharply, her eyes gleaming.

“She’s been here two weeks, Mel. Bob is changing. And not in a way I can predict.”

Common Room

The fireplace flickered, casting golden light across the dark walls. Bob stood silently, arms crossed, eyes on the flames. Val entered alone, her heels echoing faintly against the floor.

“You wanted to talk,” he said, not turning.

Val didn’t waste time.

“I know you love her,” she said.

Bob finally turned, eyes cautious.

“But love,” she continued, “can be the perfect blindfold. It’s soft. It’s warm. And it’s dangerous.”

Bob raised a brow. “Is that what this is about? Another lecture?”

Val stepped forward, voice lowering. “You know what the Red Room is, Robert. You’ve seen enough minds to understand. You’ve read dark thoughts, disturbing ones—Yn was born into that. Forged in it. She’s not just a victim; she’s a weapon that walked.”

Bob’s jaw tightened. “She was a weapon. She’s not anymore.”

“That’s what you want to believe,” Val said, circling him slowly like a panther. “But let me show you something.”

She threw a tablet onto the table. On it, an old mission dossier flickered to life: Classified Black Ops: Subject — Deathtrap. Moscow. Target neutralized. Body count: 12. Clean hit. No witnesses.

Another file. Another hit. Another dozen dead. She scrolled quickly through them, page after page of carnage and blood.

“She was their prized killer, Robert. Her hands are redder than most of ours combined.”

Bob stared at the screen for a moment. But then… he looked back at Val, completely unmoved.

“And she hated every second of it.”

Val scoffed. “How do you know?”

“Because I can feel it,” he said, voice rising, glowing light flickering faintly around his eyes. “I see her nightmares. I see the child in her still trapped in that place. Every time she flinches at loud sounds. Every time she stares at her own hands like they betrayed her.”

“She’s dangerous.”

“So am I,” Bob growled. “More than anyone here.”

“If the government finds out she’s here—”

“I’ll protect her.”

“They’ll want her in a cell, Robert!”

“They’ll have to go through me first,” he snapped.

Val’s voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “You’d destroy everything we built here… for her?”

Bob stepped forward, now face to face with her. “No. I’d destroy everything you built—if it means saving the only person who makes me feel human.”

Val’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not thinking clearly.”

“No, Val,” Bob said, voice calmer now but firm. “For the first time in my life… I am.”

Bob closed the door softly behind him. Yn was sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading. She looked up, eyes instantly softening.

“You okay?” she asked gently.

He nodded, walking toward her. “Yeah… just had to shut someone up.”

“Val?”

He climbed onto the bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

“She doesn’t understand what love looks like. But I do.”

Yn leaned into him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “You sure I’m not too much baggage?”

“You’re my favorite kind,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.

And outside the room, behind a screen, Val watched in silence—her plan faltering as love, once again, refused to be broken.

Valentina’s Private Office – Midnight

The moonlight spilled faintly through the high-rise glass windows, casting silver stripes across the sleek, cold marble floor. The city was quiet, but inside the tower—tension simmered.

Yn stood in front of Valentina’s door, jaw tight, knuckles slightly white from clenching. After a breath, she knocked once and walked in—without waiting for an answer.

Valentina was pouring herself a drink, calm and composed as ever.

“Well,” Val said coolly, without looking up. “Didn’t expect you to come to me.”

“I bet you didn’t expect me to hear what you said to Bob either,” Yn replied sharply, shutting the door behind her.

Val turned, swirling her glass lazily. “So the assassin does eavesdrop.”

Yn took a step forward, voice low but steady. “Why are you so desperate to get rid of me?”

Val chuckled, leaning back against her desk. “Let’s not pretend, sweetheart. You already know why. You’re a liability.”

Yn’s eyes narrowed. “To who? You? Or the government?”

“To everyone,” Val snapped, the mask finally cracking. “You may play the part of the quiet girlfriend, the broken stray Bob’s trying to fix—but I know your kind. The Red Room doesn’t train women. It rewires them.”

“You think I asked for any of it?” Yn hissed. “You think I chose that life?”

“No,” Val said coolly. “But the world doesn’t care about your trauma. They only care about results. And your results come with bodies. Too many. Too bloody.”

Yn took another step forward, her tone icy. “You’re not scared of what I’ve done. You’re scared of what I mean to Bob. That he’s not yours to manipulate anymore.”

Val slammed her glass on the desk, her voice finally rising.

“You’re going to be the mole that rots the Avengers from the inside,” she hissed. “You think the world won’t find out who you are? What you’ve done? You think Bob’s glowing little heart will be enough when governments start questioning why a mass killer is sleeping in a secured tower?!”

Yn didn’t flinch.

“I’ll face whatever comes. But I’m not leaving him. Or this team.”

“You’re a time bomb,” Val seethed.

“And you’re just pissed that he’s no longer dancing to your strings.”

Silence fell between them—thick, suffocating.

Val picked up her glass again. “This isn’t over.”

Yn leaned in, just slightly. “It never is with women like us.”

And with that, she turned and walked out, leaving Val alone with her spiraling thoughts and unfinished wine.

From the shadows near the hallway, Mel had been listening. A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face for the first time.

The day before the mission, Valentina stood at the front of the room, tapping her fingers against the polished table as a digital map flickered to life behind her. Her tone was professional—cold and calculated.

“We have intel on a Hydra cell resurfacing in rural Latvia. Minimal resistance, clean sweep, in-and-out op. Bob, you’ll lead. Yelena, Bucky, Mel… and Deathtrap,” Val said with a flat gaze at Yn.

“Yn,” Bob corrected gently, but firm. “Her name is Yn.”

Val’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Of course.”

Yn, standing beside Bob, crossed her arms. “I can handle myself. Just tell me what to do.”

Val’s eyes lingered on her a second too long before turning to the others. “Good. Wheels up at 0400.”

Latvia – Abandoned Facility – Operation Site

The mission was smooth—too smooth. Yn moved like a ghost through the corridors, silently disabling targets and leading the way. She took down the final room, disarmed a Hydra tech, and retrieved the data drive.

Suddenly—click.

She froze.

A bombcuff locked around her wrist. A synchronized warning sound blared, and all members’ comms echoed the same words:

"Warning: If any unauthorized individual attempts to remove or interfere, detonation is imminent."

“What the hell—?!” Bucky shouted, spinning toward the source.

Yn stood frozen, her breath caught. The cuffs were glowing—live.

“Yn!” Bob moved toward her instantly, glowing with golden light. “Get that thing off her now—I swear—”

“Stop,” Yn said quickly, holding up her cuffed hand.

Everyone turned to her.

“I… I think I know what this is.” She looked directly at Val, who had just stepped off a nearby unmarked aircraft.

“This was never a mission,” Yn whispered. “This was a setup.”

Val didn’t deny it. Her voice rang over the team’s confusion.

“We’ve received footage. Discreet agencies. Cases covered up by people who were paid off. And now the truth will be public.”

Yelena’s voice broke through the tension. “Val, don’t—”

“Yn,” Bob’s eyes were glowing, his aura beginning to radiate power. “I-I can destroy all of this—I’ll do it.”

“No,” Yn said, her voice soft but unwavering. “If I run… I’ll always be running. If I want to live free… I need to face what I’ve done.”

Bob stared at her, hurt blooming behind his golden gaze. “But you don’t deserve this.”

Yn looked into his eyes. “Neither did the people I killed.”

U.S. Supreme Court – High Security Tribunal – Two Days Later

The courtroom was cold, vast, and clinical. Yn was locked inside a reinforced glass chamber, her neck secured by an inhibitor collar, wrists and ankles chained. She stood tall—but pale.

The media was shut out. But in Thunderbolts Tower, the entire New Avengers team sat in silence in the conference room, watching the trial through a secure feed.

Bob sat closest to the screen, fists trembling, his powers threatening to rise with every flash of horror on screen.

The prosecution played a montage of CCTV footage—old missions from around the globe. Yn in her Red Room uniform. Silent. Efficient. Brutal.

– One clip showed her silently executing a diplomat in Dubai.

– Another, planting a bomb that leveled a meeting between defected spies.

– A final one—dragging a whimpering Hydra scientist through snow, blood marking the path.

Bob’s eyes welled up. Yelena covered her mouth.

Yn watched her own footage, face blank—until the last tape. It was a child. Her target.

She looked away, jaw clenched, breathing ragged.

In the tower, Bob stood up. “This is torture,” he said. “She’s already living in hell.”

“This is justice,” Valentina said, arms folded at the back of the room. “She’s a threat. A loaded gun in the heart of our tower.”

Bob turned slowly toward her, voice dangerously low. “You call this justice? You’re just afraid of what she means to me.”

Val arched an eyebrow. “She’s a killer, Robert.”

Yelena stood. “Most of us here have done what she did. We were made into monsters. Some of us still are.”

Bucky stood beside her. “Even you, Val. Don’t pretend you’re clean.”

Val’s smile vanished.

One by one, the team stood behind Yelena.

Yn, inside a glass detainment cell, her arms chained, her neck restrained with a magnetic collar—just like Bucky’s years ago. Her hair was damp with sweat, her eyes hollow, and her breathing shallow.

Bob sat on the edge of his chair, fists clenched, while Yelena, Bucky, Alexei, Ava, and John watched with aching tension in their eyes.

“She’s scared,” Bob murmured, barely above a whisper. “I can feel it.”

The Prosecutor Stepped Forward

“The following surveillance clips have been decrypted from Hydra's black files, Red Room’s deepest vaults, and allied intelligence bureaus who erased these from existence—until now,” he announced coldly.

He turned to Yn.

“You were known as Deathtrap. What we will show now is the cost of that name.”

The courtroom’s main screen lit up.

There were more

CLIP ONE: Rome, 2013 – The Poisoned Waltz

A ballroom full of diplomats and elites.

Yn moved through the crowd in a silver dress, emotionless. She spun in a slow dance with her target—a high-ranking physicist planning to defect from Hydra.

She whispered something.

He fell dead mid-spin.

The crowd screamed.

She walked away like nothing happened.

“Laced contact lens. No forensic trail. Death within seconds.”

CLIP TWO: Morocco, 2015 – Black Site Silence

A desert prison facility in flames.

Inside the chaos, Yn slipped past burning cells and panicking guards. In a corner cell, a man screamed for mercy—one of the few Red Room handlers who defected.

She dragged him by the collar.

“You broke them. Let’s see how it feels.”

The blade was swift. Her hand didn’t shake. She walked out covered in ash.

CLIP THREE: Seoul, 2017 – Political Execution

A South Korean senator sat tied to a chair, bloodied.

Yn stepped into frame, calm, surgical. Dressed as a hotel maid, she placed a silenced gun to his head and pulled the trigger without a word.

“The Red Room’s message to the resistance. A warning.”

CLIP FOUR: Switzerland, 2018 – Cold Heist

A snowy mountainside. Yn descended on a laboratory. The footage showed her silently eliminating guards—quick throat slits, snapped necks.

She retrieved a glowing vial. Extremis prototype.

“No witnesses. No survivors.”

CLIP FIVE (New): Latvia, 2019 – The Betrayed Mentor

An older woman in a wheelchair—another Red Room survivor—sat before a fireplace. She welcomed Yn in with a warm hug.

Moments later, hidden camera footage revealed Yn’s eyes dim as she was triggered by a command phrase.

Her body language changed.

She stabbed the woman in the heart.

“Her mentor. Her handler. Her friend. All three.”

Bob’s hands trembled.

“She didn’t want any of that,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “T-they made her do it.”

Valentina stood near the back of the room, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “People will never believe that. All they’ll see is blood.”

Yelena turned sharply. “Then they’re the problem. Not her.”

Val didn’t even blink. “She’s a ticking time bomb.”

“She’s just a survivor,” Bucky muttered.

Tears streamed down her cheeks now. Her lip quivered. She stared at the cold marble floor, haunted by the ghosts she’d buried.

“I didn’t choose to be her…” she whispered hoarsely.

Silence fell.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

The prosecutor stepped forward, unsympathetic. “But they didn’t have a choice to live either.”

“She’s breaking,” Bob said, nearly rising from his seat. Energy crackled faintly at his fingertips.

Val turned. “She’s too dangerous, Robert. Don’t be blind.”

“I’m not,” he snapped.

“You’re in denial,” she snapped back.

Yelena stepped between them. “We all have blood on our hands. Even you, Val.”

Val’s jaw twitched.

“We fight for redemption,” Yelena continued, “Not to bury people under their trauma.”

Yn finally broke.

tears slid down her face as the prosecutor listed her aliases: “Shadow Widow. Deathtrap. Asset 02-Theta.”

“Do you deny these names?”

She raised her head.

“I don’t,” she said. “But I’m not her anymore.”

Silence fell like a blade after hours of agonizing footage and sharp accusations.

The presiding judge rose slowly from her seat, her voice stern and final as she stared directly at the glass chamber where Y/N stood, trembling and pale.

“Y/N Y/L/N…” she began, her words echoing through the courtroom, “…for the unlawful assassination of 39 individuals including political figures, scientists, and civilians—while knowingly operating under and affiliating with illegal organizations such as the Red Room and Hydra—this court finds you guilty.”

Y/N's breath hitched. Her fingers trembled around her shackled wrists.

“You are hereby sentenced to capital punishment by lethal injection… tomorrow afternoon.”

The gavel slammed down like thunder.

“Court adjourned.”

A collective gasp erupted in the chamber.

The screen flickered as the final verdict was read.

Bob stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat.

Then—

His eyes lit gold, veins glowing faintly under his skin.

His chair screeched against the floor as he stood. “No…” he breathed.

“NO!”

Energy cracked in the air around him like static lightning.

Yelena's eyes widened. “They’re killing her… they’re actually going to kill her.”

Alexei slammed his fist on the table. “This is wrong! She was brainwashed!”

Bucky gritted his teeth, eyes glassy. “They’re punishing the soldier, not the war.”

John Walker stood up, tense. “We need to do something.”

“No…” Bob muttered, still glowing, his voice deeper—warped—the Sentry threatening to surface.

“I should destroy the building. I should burn their judgment to the ground.”

Yelena rushed to him. “Bob—no! That’s not what Y/N would want!”

“SHE IS NOT A WEAPON!” he shouted, his voice booming like a storm, causing the walls to shudder.

Yelena looked near tears. Ava turned her face away in fury.

“I won’t let them take her,” Bob whispered again, face hard, voice hollow.

Valentina stepped back from the room’s edge, silently watching as her plan bloomed into chaos.

Y/N collapsed to her knees after the gavel slammed, gasping for air.

Two guards moved toward her. She didn't fight.

She just closed her eyes and whispered softly to herself:

“I deserve this. For them. For all of them.”

But even as the walls closed in, a part of her clung to the warmth of Bob's hand… the scent of his hoodie… the sound of Yelena laughing in the training room… the little peace she found after the storm.

She had tasted healing. And now, it was being ripped away.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a bloody hue across the city skyline as the world prepared to end the life of a woman it once didn't even know existed.

Inside a high-security containment facility, Y/N sat in a transparent cube reinforced with vibranium fibers and gamma-proof seals — a prison designed for monsters. Her hair hung damp and limp over her eyes, her body slouched in defeat, and the red welt still burned on her neck from the restraining collar. She was a ghost of the assassin once called Deathtrap — and even more so, a ghost of the woman Bob Reynolds had come to love.

A low, distant hum stirred in the wind above the facility. Lights flickered. Alarms didn’t even get the chance to scream.

Then, a golden streak split the darkened sky.

A thunderous blast echoed across the complex as The Sentry landed like a meteor, golden energy crackling off his form, boots crushing the pavement beneath him. Dust and debris swept through the prison yard like a storm.

Inside her cube, Y/N jolted as the world outside shook.

Then she saw him. Bob.

His blonde hair messy from the wind, chest rising with erratic breaths, eyes glowing molten gold — not just with power, but with love, desperation, and pain.

She rushed to the glass wall, pressing her palm against it. Bob mirrored her, their hands meeting with only the thick transparent barrier between them.

"Y/N..." he said, his voice low, raw, breaking.

She shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Bob... you shouldn’t be here."

"I have to be here," he said, breath trembling. “I can’t just stand back while they take you away from me.”

Her knees buckled slightly. “I chose this, Bob. I needed to face it... for all the blood on my hands...”

He pressed his forehead against the glass, golden sparks dancing at his fingertips. “That blood isn’t all you are. You’re not just Deathtrap. You’re Y/N. And you saved me when I couldn’t save myself.”

She whimpered, her voice cracking, “You don’t understand… I don’t deserve freedom.”

His voice dropped, raspy and fierce. “Then I’ll fight to make you deserve it. If the world can’t see what I see in you… then to hell with the world.”

Energy surged from his body in golden waves. The unbreakable cube began to hum and tremble. Microfractures spiderwebbed along the glass where their hands met.

“B-Bob—!” she gasped, stepping back.

But he didn’t stop.

"I promised you we'd live our life. Just us. Away from all of this." His voice cracked as a tear fell. “And I don’t break promises.”

With a final burst of light, the glass shattered outward, the force contained and redirected by Bob’s own will so she wasn’t harmed.

The sirens finally started. Guards rushed from towers, orders screamed through comms.

But they were too late.

With a blink — whoosh — The Sentry wrapped Y/N in his arms and shot into the sky like a star ascending. The explosion of flight blew the prison's rooftop apart, debris spiraling as golden light disappeared into the clouds.

They were gone.

No one saw where they went. No one knew where to find them.

Only the wind carried the last echo of Bob’s vow:

“We’ll live free. Together.”

The world would never know what truly happened that night.

The high-security facility meant to contain the most dangerous woman alive was reduced to ash and ruin. What was once a steel-locked fortress now lay in twisted metal and scorched earth. Hundreds of guards, agents, and staff—gone in an instant. No black boxes. No camera feeds. No trace of survivors.

The only thing the authorities could piece together was a growing legend: The Sentry had turned. That he had loved The Deathtrap. That their love brought the skies down in fury.

But there were no photos. No videos. Only whispered theories, exaggerated tales, grainy images distorted beyond recognition.

They became ghosts. No—myths. Echoes in the wind of a love so powerful it rewrote fate.

Yet somewhere, far away from the charred remains and political scandals...

Peace lived.

In a quiet, tree-wrapped cabin nestled on the outskirts of a sleepy town — nameless, unbothered, and almost too ordinary — life found rhythm again.

The early morning light filtered through gauzy curtains, casting golden stripes across the wooden floors. The cabin smelled of pine, fresh coffee, and the warm scent of sizzling breakfast. A pan crackled on the stove, and Bob stood at the counter, sleeves rolled, spatula in hand. His blonde hair was longer now, tousled and soft, a few strands falling over his brow as he focused on the eggs.

Then—arms.

Delicate yet familiar arms slid around his waist from behind, pressing against him with a quiet warmth that made his heart leap.

A sleepy voice murmured against his back, “Good morning…”

The sound of her — rasped, honeyed, drowsy — made him melt.

He smiled, setting the spatula down for a moment. “Morning.”

He turned just enough to press a kiss to her crown, where her slightly messy hair still held the scent of lavender from last night’s shower..

Y/N’s cheek rested against his spine, her arms holding him tighter. “You’re up early.”

“Wanted to make your favorite,” he said softly. “The local shop had fresh sourdough yesterday. Thought it’d go well with the omelet.”

She chuckled lightly. “You spoil me.”

He turned to face her, hands finding her waist. “After everything we’ve been through…” He looked into her eyes, a gentle fierceness behind the gold that barely shimmered anymore. “You deserve peace. You deserve mornings like this.”

Y/N blinked at him, her eyes glinting with emotion. “I don’t care where we live, or if the world forgets us… as long as I have you.”

He leaned forward and kissed her — slow and steady, like time didn’t matter anymore.

Outside, birds chirped. A wind danced through the forest.

And inside that cabin, far away from governments and villains and cages...

Two people—once weapons of mass destruction—had finally found their own quiet heaven.

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helluvapoison · 1 year ago

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Okay okay I think I got it!!

Imagine the Vees entering like a side room or something and finding cannibal! Reader (literally) tearing into some random person that was caught snooping around by them (reader). How would they react do you think?

No pressure to write this if you don't want too. Love your writing, your recent Zestial one was so cute!!!

-Cannibal Anon :))

Nice To Eat You

[i]

The Vees x Cannibal!Reader

warning: suggestive and dark themes ahead, blood and gore, violence, security shenanigans and, hello, cannibalism

Admittedly, you’d gotten rather careless with your beloved around. Who can blame you when they make you feel on top of the world? With you at their side they felt a bit untouchable too. More so than usual. However someone had broken into their dressing room and wrote something foul on the mirror. You saw red. This wouldn’t happen again.

Cannibals were rather good at sniffing out something rotten.

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˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Witnessing crocs make a comeback in Hell was the worst sight she’s seen to date

• Blood doesn’t particularly bother her, though she hates the mess of it all

• Despite the jokes shared between the two of you, it was sort of unspoken that you would keep your dietary habits away from your girlfriend

• She couldn’t help the gasp when she looked up from her phone, seeing blood spilling from your mouth

• You stiffened, matching her wide eyed expression

• Fuck, you never wanted her to see you like this

• Whipping around, you spat out the flesh and began furiously wiping your face with your sleeve

• “Stop!” Velvette shouts, daring to rush over and grab your shoulder

• Suppressing a flinch, you freeze at her command but refuse to face her

• “Who’s this then?”

• Your reply is bitter like the taste on your tongue, “The rat.”

• “Good.” You feel her grip on your shoulder tighten, “Make Joanne clean up when you're done. Oh, and dollface? Brush your teeth before you come find me, yeah?”

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He thought he meant it when he said he wouldn’t be grossed out by your food selection

• Though the meal was the same, seeing your entire front drenched in blood, red dripping down your chin was entirely different from date nights with fancy ambience and classy decor

• Shaking his head from side to side, he dials the shock out of his system and forces on a passive expression

• You two have already come so far! He can’t have his date mate tiptoeing around him now

• “Do I need a new assistant?” Vox asks, feigning a disinterested tone

• Your own surprise dilutes slowly, you were so sure Vox was bluffing when he said he could handle this

• He’s rather proud of himself that he was convincing enough to fool you

• “No. S’the bastard who wrote on your mirror.”

• “Excellent! Feed what’s left to Vark, let’s clean you up and go celebrate! Wash that shitty sinner taste out of your mouth with some wine, hm?”

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Unbothered by blood, he likes making you dish out his punishments while he sits back and watches

• “Dinner and a show,” He’ll joke, “Like killing two birds with one stone!”

• As sadistic as he is, Val doesn’t have the patience to draw out torture

• If he wants results, he’ll get them immediately or kill someone in the process

• The two of you are similar in that regard or you would’ve brought the half eaten body to him when the sinner was still kicking and screaming

• Surprise hits his face when he opens the door and fades just as fast

• “Aw,” Val clicks his tongue, “You couldn’t have waited for me, monstruo? You know how much I like to see you eat.”

• You toss a bloodied grin in his direction, “Got hangry. This was the cynic that said your films were shit.”

• He chuckles darkly, leaning over to cup your face and wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb, “What do they think now?”

• “Nothin’ much.” You join his amusement with a breathy laugh

• Stretching your neck up to meet him halfway, Val kisses you right on the lips. His tongue briefly taking over your mouth, swiping away the copper taste and replacing it with his own

• “Come. Let’s get you in the bath, monstrou.”

• You quirk a brow at him, “A real one or a cat bath?”

• Laughing, Valentino taps your nose with an extra finger, “Dealer’s choice.”

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ cannibal anon i love you!!! thanks again!!

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Chapter 5. Oops, I did it again

⋆˙⟡♡✧˖° love island au x miguel o’hara ⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

★‧°𖦹｡⋆ miguel o’hara x mexican!bombshell!reader ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ W/C: 9.2K

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ CONTENT: card game, sprinkle of drama, challengers kiss, girls kissing, loads of kisses, peter b as your wingman, showing your cards, girl talk, not-so-surprise recoupling, tiny bit of drama, cliffhanger

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY: it’s time to play your first game with your fellow islanders, what’s gonna happen? are there going to be kisses? or maybe lap dances? and is that the sound of a girls choice recoupling I hear? keep reading to find out!

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As you got closer you saw a big blue box, you walked faster to take a look and you looked inside and on top was a pink card. “Go on, newbie take the first one!” Peter B yells and the rest agree.

They all take a seat and you shrug, grabbing the one on top and flipping it over.

You first read it to yourself.

Suck the finger of an islander you’d like to share a bed with.

Your mouth is agape and you let out a scoff, “this is really the first one?”

“Yes!”

“We just brought it how it was.”

“What is it??!??”

Your cheeks grew warm and you didn’t even have time to think about who you would do this to so you just read it aloud, “suck the finger of an islander you’d like to share a bed with.”

The guys immediately started hollering and screaming while the girls all gasped and gave you encouraging words.

“Come on girl, you got it!”

“It’s just one finger babe!”

“You got this!!!”

You put the card inside the box in the empty space next to the cards and started eyeing all the boys. There wasn’t a clear choice for this because for the most part you’d share a bed with any of them.

But based off today, you might have some favorites.

You walked in front of them all, then went back to where you were. You make a thinking face and bring your fingers to rub your chin.

Then on the spot making your mind up, you bee lined towards Raúl, who was sandwiched between the Peter’s. They both scoot over so you could sit on either side and you decided to sit on the right side.

You were next to Peter but Peter B would still have a front seat to the action. He was patting Raúl on the back excessively and you just decide it was now or never.

He turned to face you so you grab his left arm, and bring his hand close to your face, “this okay?” You whisper and he nods.

Now ignoring the louder cheers, you open your mouth and he sticks out his index finger. Without a second thought you lean in and suck the tip of it then take the rest of it in your mouth.

You lock eyes with him because you may as well, and pull away as if you were done then just to go back down and actually suck on the whole thing.

His eyes were wide, cheeks turned bright red, and the embarrassment quickly came in. You pull back, with your mouth unfortunately letting out a pop, and you get up and sit between Gwen and MJ.

You let out a scream of embarrassment as the guys screamed their hearts out of excitement and you just covered your face, “it wasn’t that bad!” MJ reassures you but it did not help.

It really wasn’t that bad but the worst part just had to be that you decided to look him right in the eyes as you did it.

How you would look him in the eye again was beyond you.

“At least it was a bit fun.” You mumble and they laugh.

“Girl his face right now says that he liked it so at least he thinks so too!” Gwen says into your ear and you perk up.

You move a little to see past Gwen and Peter’s heads to see Raúl was just as much of a mess as you were. He was hiding his face and Peter B and Jordan were to his left, teasing him.

You chuckle and sigh, maybe it’s not that bad after all.

“I volunteer Peter as the next one!” Val yells and Peter is suddenly on high alert.

“That’s not how that works!!” He yells back and the guys quickly move on to urge Peter to go up.

He looks at Gwen and she just shrugs, “you know they’ll make you do one anyway, love.”

He sighs and gets up with a groan, “fine!”

He walks to the front of the fire pit and chooses the next card from the box. His face turned red as he read it and you knew it would be one like yours.

“READ IT!!!”

He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck with his other hand, “lick the islander from top to bottom who you think is the complete package.”

You gasp and you turn to Gwen, whose face matched his. She was wearing a maroon mini dress with a good amount of cleavage. Probably a perfect dress for this.

Funny thing was she somehow looked even more nervous than him.

But by some miracle and without listening to the boys, he went straight for her.

He got on his knees in front of her and since she had her right leg crossed, he started there. He licked from her ankle and made it fast, he went up to her knee then to her thigh. Then only using the tip of his tongue to go up over her stomach until he kissed between her tits then lastly going up her neck and stopping behind her ear.

The screams this time were ten times louder because the girls were cheering too. You, being next to Gwen, had a front row seat so you were more in awe than anything so you clapped for them instead.

“Holy fuck- again, again!!!” You shout and they both got shy realizing everyone witnessed that.

“Give them the hideaway!” Peter B yells to which Jazmin yells back, “it’s not even a week yet!”

“That hasn’t stopped some of you now has it-“ he starts to say before he stops when he sees that MJ got up and had a card in her hands.

“Kiss the islander you think is playing the most games.” She says and everyone “oohs”.

She walks to the right and leans down to kiss David, who was on the edge. She kissed him for two seconds at best before pulling away and sat right back down next to you.

“No comment, just did what I thought made sense.” She says and everyone just nodded.

“Alright my turn!!” Val yells and gets up, quickly running to the box.

She grabs a card and reads it out, “kiss the islander you think is the biggest flirt.”

“Easy.” She says and heads straight to Raúl.

She grabbed his hand, pulling him up then kissed him. He kissed her back and everyone was just watching, enjoying the show. It lasted a few more seconds before she pulled away and skipped back to her spot on the right side.

“Self explanatory I think.” She explains with a shrug then sits down.

Gwen shoots up next to you and runs to the box. You cheer her on and she quickly reads, “crawl to the islander you think would be the most animalistic in bed.”

“That’s a crazy one.” You mumble and MJ elbows you.

You wiggle your eyebrows at her and she laughs, “I think it’d be yours.” You tell her, making her grin.

And apparently Gwen had the same thing in mind because she crawled right to Peter B, having him quickly try to defend himself.

“Now hold on-“

Gwen stood up and spoke up, “just because you’re the kinkiest fuck in here!” Then she quietly added, “Good luck to my sis, MJ.”

MJ rolls her eyes and has a smirk on her face when Gwen sits down and before she could pretend to argue with her the next person went up.

And that’s how the game went.

Everyone who hasn’t gotten a turn went and the dares were just getting crazier. But knowing these islanders, it’s exactly what they wanted!

Danny had to give a sexy slow dance to someone and he gave it to Jazmin, who cheered him on the whole time. Dana had to kiss the islander who her friends would warn her about, and she picked David.

Jazmin had to kiss the three sexiest islanders and she chose Danny, Jordan, and Raúl. David had to give someone a lap dance and he ended up choosing you.

It wasn’t too far off from a night with Magic Mike so you couldn’t complain.

Up next was Peter B, who was shaking in anticipation and making it a big deal. He was giggling and holding the card like it was his most prized possession, which right now it absolutely was!

Miguel, Jordan, and Raúl told him to get on with it and he gave them all the middle finger with a wide grin.

“You guys are annoying!!” He shouts and waves them off as he reads it.

He gasps and then grins, “this might be the best one yet-“

“Get on with it!!!”

"Hurry up!”

“Have a three way kiss with the two most attractive islanders.” He reads and the guys instantly start bitching.

“Lucky son of a bitch.”

“You little-“

“Fucking lucky.”

“He made that shit up!!!”

He does an evil laugh then walks around the firepit to make it more suspenseful. But after quickly getting bored of that, he landed in front of you and MJ, “c’mon ladies.”

He holds his hands out to you both and you take it as does MJ. He leads you both to the front of the firepit just so he could flex that he got that damn card.

You all kind of huddle in a triangle and he quickly whispers, “y’all okay with this?”

“Hell yeah.” MJ whispers and you nod, “let’s do it.”

He smiles and you all get as close as you can. You tilt your head a little and MJ does the same before you all lean in. You close your eyes and hope for the best.

You felt one pair of lips then the second and you kissed them as best as you could, making sure that you could get to them both. It felt different but it wasn’t as strange as you thought it would be.

Peter’s eager ass was moving fast making you and MJ try to keep up with him. You then felt a tongue slide into your mouth and that was when it turned into a tongue war before it slowly started becoming a challengers kiss.

You were mostly kissing MJ then moving to kiss Peter more, then they were kissing and you were kissing the side of their lips. Then you were back to kissing MJ now turning into you making out with her, bringing your hand up to cup her jaw.

You felt her hand on your arm, holding it gently, very different to the heated kiss you were having. You moved your other hand up to grab her waist, bringing her even closer and slid your tongue into her mouth. Your tongues moved in sync, having a good rhythm together so it lasted for a good while.

You were both so into it you hadn’t realized how long it was going for until you were losing your breath so you pulled away.

In that moment you realized Peter had already pulled away and was watching with a smirk on his face off to the side.

MJ was frozen and blinked at you both, “did I just have an experience?”

“Oh I think everyone is a little bi.” You joke and she playfully rolls her eyes, shrugging, "hmm maybe."

“Well you guys are good kissers.” You tease, making MJ laugh.

“Who was better tho-“

“MJ.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, making sure to walk in front of you both in the sassiest way he could out of spite.

“Me next, me next!! I’m getting a four way kiss.” Jordan jumps up from his seat as you all sit down breathless.

“That was hot.” Gwen whispered and you chuckled, “it sure was something.”

Jordan then read out his card, “smooch the islander that's hotter than your partner.”

“Damn!”

“Brutal as fuck.”

“It’s just a kiss, I don't care.” Jazmin says with a shrug and Jordan nods.

He didn’t have to think twice about going straight to you so you just wiped your mouth and laughed, “you sure?”

He laughs and nods, “definitely.”

You stand up, steadying yourself, and he brings a hand to your jaw, your eyes flutter shut and you feel his lips on yours. They were soft and warm as you kissed him back gently, slowly bringing a hand to his chest. You felt his other hand on your waist, pulling you closer and the kiss deepened.

You felt goosebumps on your arms and it was like the firepit was silent. Your ears only heard the cracking of the fire and you were glad for it.

You then felt his tongue making an appearance but before you could react he pulled away.

Once again, breathless and somewhat speechless, you sat back down and you let yourself get a breather.

Although it didn’t last long because it was Miguel’s turn.

“Don’t get too comfy yet.” Gwen whispers into your ear making you chuckle.

You attempted to calm yourself down in those few seconds that he read it to himself and didn’t say a word.

The boys urged him to read it and he sighs, “nibble the ear of the islander who has the best chat.”

You gulp and feel your hands get clammy, could you get so lucky?

Your question was quickly answered when he strutted over to you and MJ moved over so he could sit next to you. He moved your hair behind your ear and then went in and nibbled on it softly.

You gasp and quickly regret it but he didn’t stop, nibbling right below where you had an earring on. After a few more seconds, he stopped and pulled away leaving you a mess and discovering something new about yourself.

He got up and sat with David and Val, who were somewhere to your right. Your face was somehow even hotter than before which just made it all the more embarrassing.

Raúl stood up and went to get his card. You nervously watched, feeling as flustered as ever, not sure you could survive one more card.

He read it to himself, a smile appearing on his lips when he read it out, “kiss anyone that isn’t your partner.”

“How the hell did you guys get so lucky-“ Danny says then chuckles.

“You fucks are the luckiest men alive.” Peter mumbles, making Gwen giggle.

He, of course, came strutting over to you and Dana quickly called it out, “Oh my god let the poor girl breathe!!”

He looks at you, noticing how you’re breathing heavily, and visually very flustered and nods, “I can do that.”

You chuckle and you attempt to calm yourself down as the chatter around the firepit starts.

“Wait, I just realized Jordan technically just kissed me-“ Peter B starts and Jordan quickly cuts him off, “I did not!”

“Did so!!”

“Did not!!!!”

“Yeah okay! If that helps you sleep better at night!” He exclaims, making Jordan groan.

“Raúl is technically about to do the same though!” Jordan deflects and Peter B hums, “you’re right…”

“Wait- don’t say it like that-“ Raúl sighs, making some of the guys snicker.

“I mean it’s fitting for you two so.” Peter B says with a shrug making you snicker.

“I’m sorry w-what?” You stutter and Raúl begins to panic, “Wait no-“

“Peter.” Jordan warns and takes a deep breath.

“I mean because they slept in the same bed their first night here and they woke up cuddling together the next morning.” Peter B explains and you gasp.

“Wait, that's cute!” You exclaim and the other two hide their faces in shame.

“I hope you guys took pictures of that-“ you add, quickly getting a response back, “I did!!” MJ exclaims proudly and quickly takes out her phone.

“Wait MJ you don’t gotta-“ Jordan starts with Raúl also trying to stop her, “Mary Jane I swear-“

She pulled her phone out and scrolled through with a smirk on her face, finding the pictures and showing them to you. You burst out laughing and shake your head in disbelief.

“I see why this is a bromance.” You tease earning yourself a groan from both guys.

There were a good handful of pictures of them indeed in the same bed, with Raúl as the big spoon and Jordan curled into a ball.

“Wait Jordan you’re six foot and small spoon? That’s the type of greed they talk about in the Bible.” You joke making a handful of them burst out laughing.

“Listen-“ Jordan starts but gets interrupted.

“Never again!” Raúl shouts and playfully rolls his eyes.

“Whatever you say buddy.” Peter B teases and they both look annoyed so Danny chimes in, “alright, alright enough of that. Raul, go on tiger, go get your smooch!"

Your eyes widen for a second nearly forgetting what was about to happen. Thankfully your breathing was normal for now so it was fine timing.

“Now that’s a wingman.” David murmurs and grins at Danny.

“Reread it for our immersion!” Peter B requests and Raúl chuckles but does so anyway, “kiss anyone that isn’t your partner.”

“Oh my god no way-“

"Oh wow!!"

“Let’s go!!”

“Come on Raúl!!”

“You guys are fucking clowns.” Raúl mutters and they all grin.

He stood up and came up to you, “are you doing okay?”

You nod and smile, “having the time of my life.”

He chuckled and you stood up, nerves coming in for this one. You thought it would be a little awkward compared to the other ones because it wasn’t right after he read it, but once you felt his hand cup your cheek, it was fine.

You put one hand on his chest and the other around his neck while he leant in, you closed your eyes and your lips connected. It gave you a little shock for a split second which you just ignored as you kissed him gently.

You felt his other hand on your jaw, softly holding your face while he kissed you back. It was very slow and gentle to start, just to test the waters.

It felt really nice and a grand difference to the other kisses you had this far. His lips were soft and plump, you couldn’t get enough of it. Just with a few seconds in you could tell he was a good kisser and you didn’t want it to end.

You already wanted more so you wrapped both arms behind his neck, getting as close to him as you could. He took that as a good sign so he kissed you harder, nearly making you moan against his lips but you fought it. He also stayed quiet, and just focused on the kiss.

His tongue slyly made its way into your mouth and yours clashed with his, now a bit more needy than before. You felt one of his hands travel down to your waist, lightly squeezing while the kiss just continued taking your breath away.

You let him take over and just followed his lead, moving your left hand to his neck and your thumb to his jaw. The change for some reason, awoke something in him, and a small moan came out.

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, feeling him do so as well. You got back into it, feeling butterflies in your stomach and it was a given that your face grew warm.

He slowed down, still wanting it to keep going but also to leave a lasting impression on you that’ll have you wanting more. Now it was like how it started, nice and slow but still intimate.

You kissed him softly, really enjoying your time with it. His hand was squeezing your skin then slowly went down to your hip, holding it while he gave you final pecks.

He pulled away and you let go of him, giving him a smile. He grins and let you go, helping you sit back down on your spot before he went back to his.

You licked your lips then wiped them off, and could feel the girls looking at you, “what?” You mumble and they both giggle.

“Looks like you’re having fun.” MJ whispers and Gwen nods.

“Oh I definitely am.” You whisper back making them giggle, “as you should.”

Peter B stands up and looks inside the box, "there's still some in here! What do you guys say?" he asks and everyone murmurs and nods.

"Well, as it was my grand idea I'm picking one!" he exclaims and the guys scoff.

"No one was beating you to it my man." David says and laughs.

He picks a card and reads it aloud with a big smile, "Suck the toe of the islander of your choice."

"There is no fucking way-" Jordan says and shakes his head.

"You're actually lyingggg-" Danny mutters and bursts out laughing in disbelief.

"Show me that shit right now." Miguel commands and stands up to see it for himself.

“Guys, come on, have some faith in me!!" He complains with a pout and hands it to Miguel.

Miguel reads it and has a dumbfounded look on his face making you gasp, "It's real??!?"

"Oh it's fucking real." he confirms and hands it back to him.

"WHAT DID I SAY??" Peter B yells with his hands on his hips.

"That card was in there just for you, that's crazy." Raul teases and he just shrugs, not at all ashamed.

“It was written in the stars.” Dana jokes making you snort.

"Well you better not be looking at me because we already talked about this-" MJ quickly speaks up.

"I've got you babe, no worries." he says in a sweet voice before threatening the rest of the girls, "but the rest of you aren't safe."

You burst out laughing and Gwen groans, "I hate you-"

"Listen, I don't think any of you are mature enough to appreciate the beauty of-" Peter B starts but the girls interrupt him.

"Please don't say it." Dana begs and grunts.

"Just shut up, shut up-" Jazmin mutters and closes her eyes.

"I never want to witness that in my life ever again." Val says and shivers.

"His moans still give me nightmares." Gwen complains, making you fake shiver.

“You guys are exaggerating!” Peter B responds, waving them off.

He turns to you and asks, “How about you newbie?”

You quickly shook your head no, “fuck no. And yes I will kink shame.”

Peter was taking a sip of his drink and he spit it out when he heard you say that. You screamed and then laughed making the rest of the islanders laugh along with you.

“Ugh what a waste of a card!!” Peter B complains and rolls his eyes.

“Alright, someone else get one.” He says and motions to the box, “there’s only two more.”

MJ gets up and goes to the front, going down and grabbing the second to last card. Peter B was right by her side and they read it together, he gasped and she just snickered.

“Alright maybe someone else can get this one-“

“Why? I can do it.” She says and he looks back at her, "okay."

“Kiss an islander that isn’t your partner that you would couple up with.” She reads out and the boys gasp.

“Go ahead, you’re in your right to.” He says and she nods.

“Honestly don’t even think of this so I’m just gonna pick based on how he treats his girl.” MJ explains and everyone nods as she walks around the firepit.

She then stopped in front of Danny, and he nodded. She leant down and gave him two pecks at best then went back to her seat.

“Y’know what, fair enough babe.” Peter B says and then points to you, “you’ve gotta take the last one.”

“You do! It’s like a rite of passage.” Gwen jokes and you just nod, “sure why not!”

“This is gonna be a big one. I feel it in my bones.” Peter B comments and you stand up, bending down to get the card.

You grabbed it and once again read it to yourself just so there could be some suspense.

Kiss three islanders of your choice and rate each kiss.

You blink at the card and feel the nerves coming back. If you didn’t show your cards before, you’re going to have to do it now.

But considering the recoupling was sooner than later, it didn’t really matter.

“What is it?!?” Peter B yelled, the anticipation damn near killing him.

“You wanna come up here and confirm it for me?” You ask and he eagerly nods.

He came up to you and you let him read it. Once he was done his eyes were wide and he whispered in your ear, “you’ve gotta be extra with it!!!”

“Hey no secrets!” Jordan shouts, making you both giggle.

You then lean up to his ear and cover the sides of your mouth with your hands, “Who do you think I should pick?” You whisper and he gives you a knowing look.

“Okay but who else?” You add and he hums quietly.

“Raúl and Jordan.” He whispers back and you hum, “we’ll see.”

You clear your throat and pull away from him then read it aloud, “kiss three islanders of your choice and rate each kiss.”

“Ah so he’s your wingman too?” Danny teases and you grin, “maybe.”

You then felt an arm around your shoulder, “and what about it?” Peter B responds, making him laugh.

“Good luck.” He whispers then walks back to his seat.

You already had the three names in your head but you were just uncertain in what order.

And deciding to go with the flow before Peter B started to complain that you were taking too long, you walked to the left side.

You stood in front of David and gave him a shy smile, “you down?”

He nodded and stood up, you took a couple steps back just so it wouldn’t be right in anyone’s face. He stood in front of you and without missing a beat, grabbed you by the waist then kissed you.

It caught you by surprise but after a good two seconds, you responded and kissed him right back. You felt a shiver run down your back as you brought a hand up to his neck.

This time around you could hear the islander’s teasings and giggles but you ignored it.

His hands held you close to him, only having a tiny bit of space between your bodies which you didn’t mind. They were lightly squeezing you, making your heart skip a beat.

His lips pressed hard against yours, nearly making you lose your balance from shock but he made sure you stayed on your feet. You kept yourself up straight and followed his lead, feeling the kiss heat up with every passing second.

But he couldn’t stay focused and heard a holler from Danny making him pull away and burst out laughing. He let you go and you took a step back for a breather while some of the guys tried not to laugh at what he just did.

Val met your eye and she shook her head, not understanding what happened nor why. Peter B seeing this interaction and not wanting you to feel bad, helped you out, “whose gonna be the second one, newbie?”

You hummed then gave him a small smile in appreciation before walking in front of them all.

You bite your lip and then pout, “this is hard.”

“One down, two to go!” Gwen chirped, making you laugh.

“You got it girl!” MJ encourages and gives you a thumbs up.

You circle back to the left side and go back to the right before landing on Raúl again, “just because I liked the first one.”

You stuck your hands out to him and he accepted them, standing up with a huge grin on his face. Deciding to switch it up this time and be more bold, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, instantly pressing his lips against yours.

He cupped your jaw with his other hand and you wrapped both arms around his neck, getting as close to him as you could. You kissed him back, following his lead which just started making your head get dizzy already.

He was giving it his all this time around and it felt nice. His lips had a faint taste of wine from earlier which just made it even sweeter.

You closed the last bit of a gap between you two, your bodies pressed together as the kiss deepened further. You could feel his heart racing, feel the way he really wanted this as if to prove a point.

You could only imagine he could also feel your rapid heartbeat so you just prayed he wouldn’t bring it up.

The hand that was on your jaw, slowly made its way down until it landed and stayed on your lower back. Your body relaxed into his, following his pace and enjoying every second of it.

His hands went lower, right above your ass and lightly squeezed, making you let out a tiny gasp and through parted lips, his tongue slid inside your mouth.

A tiny moan left your mouth and your face grew hot but it was like he ate it up so maybe it wasn’t heard.

The kiss slowed down and it made you realize it was going on for quite a while but it just felt even better than the first. He had slowed down and like the first time, gave you small pecks to mark the end of your second kiss.

He slowly pulls away, giving you a toothy grin and whispers, “glad we got to do that again.”

You chuckle and whisper back, “me too.”

He grins and lets you go, leaving you up there by yourself and nearly wobbling. You straightened up and went straight to the left side, really wanting to get this over with.

Realizing you’ve gotta do at least one thing a bombshell would do, you stood in front of Miguel and right as he was about to stand up, you put a hand to his chest and lightly pushed him back.

He looked at you in shock and awe, his pretty eyes wide and curious. “Best for last again huh?” He teased and you just shrugged.

Val and Jazmin, having an idea of what you were going to do, scoot over and that was when you turned to your side then carefully sat on his lap. He was very amused and all you could do was smile, embarrassment not yet taking over, “oops, I did it again.”

Before he could say another word, you leant in and kissed him. You snaked both arms around his neck and you felt one of his on your back while the other went to your thigh.

He kissed you back passionately, sparks igniting in your body like they did with the first conversation.

It felt sweet and natural.

This one had you not only physically feel the butterflies in your stomach but also instantly — something you couldn’t ignore. It felt different than the other ones, more intimate and in its own way, special.

It was also as if his touch was magically making you nervous. Even more than it did earlier in the afternoon.

It was nice since it felt like an instant connection and this kiss was just proof that it was mutual. He was kissing you as if it’d be the last time meanwhile you didn’t want it to just be a one and go.

You kissed him back harder making him match your eagerness, as well as slowly roam his hand up and down your thigh. Feeling his touch on you felt right. It sent a tingling sensation all throughout your body and you needed more of it.

Wanting to give him the same feeling, you brought one hand up to play with the ends of his curls. He lightly squeezed your skin giving you a little green light so you gently tugged. He gasped making you smile into the kiss, he then caught you off guard by sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You felt your face grow hot, your heart racing with every passing second, and worst of all making your decision even harder than it already was.

He brought a hand up to cup your cheek and within seconds you melted into his touch. He was smiling against your lips bringing you a new sense of giddiness that you had to hide.

He kissed you gently, slowly bringing this to it’s sad end. You gave him a few final pecks before pulling away, giving him a shy smile then removing your hands from him. He gave you a cheeky grin back and you carefully got up, your face burning at an all time high now that the game finally ended.

You did a tiny walk of shame back to your seat, having both girls teasingly elbow your sides in excitement for you.

“Jesus you really ended up kissing six people-“ Peter B quips and you raise your eyebrows, “Six?”

You quickly counted them in your head and once your eyes widened he just smirked, “seems it was your lucky day.”

“Honestly good because I had a fucking blast!” You exclaim making him laugh.

“So what are your ratings?” Gwen asks and you chuckle, “nearly forgot about that.”

You hum and take two seconds looking at each boy you kissed. David and Raúl looked fine now, it was Miguel who looked almost as flustered as you which was quite a sight to see.

Val and Jazmin were both teasing him and poking him while he tried to brush it off and act like he wasn’t the happiest man on earth but they could see right through him.

Then you pointed to each in the order you kissed them, “8, 9, 10.”

The boys to your left hyped up Raúl meanwhile the girls to your right were giving David and Miguel high fives. It was cute to see the camaraderie amongst them all.

“I say we go for a girls chat!” MJ yells and you quickly nod.

She and Gwen stand up, you following their lead but feeling your legs get wobbly. MJ linked her arm with yours and Gwen had an arm around your waist to help.

“Let’s go girls!” Gwen shouts and the other three quickly get up, already starting to gossip.

“Daybeds?” Val asked and everyone nodded.

You walked past Danny, Miguel, and David who were already whispering to each other while the other four got up and sat near them. You chuckle at the sight and whisper to the girls, “they’re gonna gossip too huh?”

“You know it.” Gwen whispers, making MJ giggle.

They helped you walk to the daybeds, not fully trusting yourself because you were just the book definition of flustered. “Geez you really went for it babe.” MJ teases earning herself a chuckle from you.

“Yeah I figured I had to.” You reply feeling your cheeks get warm again.

You got to the daybeds and they helped you sit down on the closest bed before sitting down across from you. Your back was facing the guys so they wouldn’t be able to see your face which was a god send.

“Before we start with the craziness of the kisses and other things, can we talk about David?” MJ starts and the girls quickly murmur in agreement.

“No because what the fuck was that?” Dana asked and you just shrugged.

“Someone said something.” Gwen mumbles, making you hum.

“It was Danny right?” Val asked and Jazmin nodded.

“What did he even say?” You ask and most of the girls shrugged.

“I think something like ‘damn someone’s hungry’.” Dana responds, making Jazmin scoff, “since when is this man a jokester?”

“Not everyone can be a Peter B.” Gwen mutters and they all hum in agreement.

“I don’t get why he would get distracted by that though, like you’re kissing a hot girl but now’s the time to listen to your boys?” MJ chimes in with a scoff.

“No literally because Raúl and Miguel were locked in.” Val adds making Dana chuckle, “they didn’t listen to a fucking peep.”

You just shrugged, not wanting to pay it more mind. It was a little strange and now seeing their reactions to it, it did raise some questions since they knew the boys better.

Because why on earth would a little comment have you end a kiss so quickly? Sure it was a silly kiss for the game but given it was right before the recoupling, wouldn’t you want to give it your all?

“But your other kisses were successful!” MJ chirps and you nod, “they definitely were.”

“So Miguel was your favorite huh?” Val teased and you just smiled, “it was a close call…”

“All of them looked good to be fair!” Dana teases, making you laugh.

“They were all great kisses!” You grin, Val giggling and elbows your side.

“Okay since my cards are out there already-“ you start and they all squeal.

“YAY!!”

“Finally some good tea.”

“Let’s hear it!”

“Every detail please.”

“Spill!!!”

“Can I call for some girl code though?” You ask and they all quickly nodded.

“‘Course, trust that we can keep secrets better than the guys.” Gwen reassured and nodded.

“Yeah hope you didn’t tell Peter B anything..” MJ jokes making you curse under your breath.

She laughs and shakes her head, “rookie mistake babe, but considering he didn’t tell me anything maybe he’s changed his ways.”

“Oh please, that man catches sight of a little secret then sprints at the opportunity to spill it.” Jazmin says letting out a scoff.

“He reminds me of my little sister.” Val jokes making you snicker.

“Yeah he’s pretty bad… and they have their bro bode so… good luck to you girl.” Gwen chuckles, earning herself an eye roll.

“Alright so.. I’m conflicted- they’re all really nice and fuck those kisses didn’t help- well they did but-“ you start but realize you don’t have any coherent thoughts.

You take a deep breath then shrug, “it’s been nice getting to know them. All I know is I just really got along with Miguel and Raúl the best.”

“Not gonna lie, it shows.” MJ says, making Dana nod.

“So did the kisses not help you with your decision…” Dana asks and you shrug, “somewhat…”

“Me personally I feel like that would’ve narrowed it down-“ Val starts then laughs.

“Uh oh what’s up val?” MJ asks and she sighs, “I don’t know.”

“He hasn’t talked to you yet?” Gwen asks softly and she shook her head.

She then turns to you and takes a deep breath, “You mind if we compare notes?”

“I want to know what he’s told you.” She adds and you nod.

“And I mean given he genuinely hasn’t said shit but still.. I’d prefer to know anyway.” She says and you nod again.

“I’m not gonna lie, he kept it very brief. He said that you’re doing good as a couple and he likes where it’s going but that he wasn’t going to close things off so fast..” you explain and she gulps.

Her eyes were wide and tears were coming in. It broke your heart seeing her reaction. Feeling sad for her and that he couldn’t be honest with her.

“He also said that it was the first week and he’d be a fool to close things off….” You finish and she gasps, “that’s fucking insane!!”

“Holy fuck-“

“Oh god-“

“Then why the fuck would he say what he told you yesterday?!??” Dana scoffs and you shake your head, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, that’s what you’re here to do. It’s on him for not telling me a fucking word.” Val replies and rolls her eyes, “what a fucking pussy.”

The girls all murmur in agreement and you sigh, feeling awful that you had to be the one to tell her when it shouldn’t have come from you of all people.

“‘Not so easy to crack’ MY ASS!” She hissed and everyone stayed quiet, giving her a chance to let it out.

“If he doesn’t pull me before the recoupling, I’ll know what I’ll be doing.” She murmurs and rolls her eyes.

It was silent and the girls wanting to keep it in a lighter mood before shit went down just stared at each other wanting someone to be the brave soul to change the topic. MJ and Gwen gave each other the same look but were both too stubborn to actually say something.

Dana decided to be the brave one to speak up as she turned to MJ, “So MJ, did you have a bi awakening?” She teases making the redhead groan.

“Girl I don’t fucking know- but it was fun and that’s all that matters.” She says and you nod, “it was very fun.”

“You’re still not beating the allegations Ms. Watson.” Gwen teases with a smirk on her face.

“She’s not wrong.”

“I mean…”

“Did she lie-“

“Hold on, how about Gwen getting every inch licked by Peter?” MJ swiftly changes the topic, making Gwen hide her face behind her hands.

“I can’t believe he actually did it.” Val says letting out a chuckle.

“I can’t believe he listened to you in the first place.” You chime in making her giggle.

“Ugh can I be honest?” Gwen mumbles and everyone nods, “yes.”

“Duh.”

“Always.”

“I think I got tingle everywhere…” she mutters under her breath making you snicker, “geez those fanny flutters actually exist?”

She rolled her eyes, giving you a grin then shrugs, “seems so.”

“Oh I knew y’all wanted the hideaway!” Jazmin exclaims and claps her hands.

“You guys are my parents.” She adds, making Gwen giggle.

“You guys were nearly the color of this fucking blanket.” You joked and pointed to the bright pink blanket you were sitting on.

“Alright- god you know what I’m gonna bring it back to you- how was Miguel’s mouth on your ear huh?” She remarked, making you groan, “you’re awful.”

You bite your tongue then decide to just be bold, “It was nice actually, thanks for asking.”

“Anytime love.” Gwen coos and the other girls giggle.

“I still can’t believe you kissed six people-“ Val teases and it was your turn to hide your face.

“Okay wait, out of the six which was your favorite?” Dana asks and you hum.

They were all very good. You’d cut David’s out just because it was shorter than you would’ve liked.

“I honestly really liked the three way kiss-“ you start but get interrupted.

“That shit was not threeway girl.” Jazmin snickers, making MJ groan, “so much for moving past it.”

“Oops.” You mumble and shrug, sending her a quick wink.

She playfully rolls her eyes and you hum, “yeah honestly Miguel’s was really nice… so was Raúl’s and Jordan’s. They’re great kissers.”

“Can’t even blame you.” Val says and chuckles.

“Not at all- honestly Jordan’s kisses are what have me so conflicted.” Jazmin admits making you laugh.

“I get that.” You say making her grin, “listen I think I’m also fucked tonight… I don’t know what the hell I'm doing.”

“Ugh I’m kinda scared.” Val mumbles and you nod, “it’s gonna be hard.”

“You three are the most fucked honestly.” Gwen comments, making MJ nod.

“Wait, what about me? Because my decision is gonna be based off like what two or maybe three of you are choosing.” Dana chimes in and Val shrugs, “well good luck to us all.”

Then as if on cue, one of the boys screamed and then all of them started screaming.

“Fuck-“ you mutter under your breath and all of you turned to look at them.

It was Jordan who stood up and yelled the text out, “islanders please gather around the firepit immediately.”

You all quickly got up and walked over to them, murmuring and wishing each other good luck.

The anxiety came back into your body and you just took slow deep breaths, thinking really hard of your decision.

There’s a chance you could be here for nearly two months and this was the first big decision you’ll make. It’ll pave the way to how the rest of your journey would go and you didn’t want to fuck it up.

The producers gave everyone instructions on where to sit and stand, the boys at the front of the firepit and all the girls sitting down with you sitting right in the middle.

Then they had everyone go back to their original positions and redo it, just to instantly have everyone walk to where they needed to be so it wouldn’t look weird for the show.

You thought back to the past twenty four hours. You had a good amount of chats, tons of flirty moments with multiple guys. You've bonded with a few of them, gotten to really know them, and conversated properly but yet it still had your head spinning.

It was such a hard choice and you just hoped it'd be the best one for you because at the end of the day, you're here for you and to truly find someone.

You took a deep breath, finally having a name in your head and feeling it in your heart, bones, and every body part you put your trust in, that it was the correct choice.

Then right on cue, your phone buzzed.

You cursed under your breath then gulped, reading it out, “Y/n, it’s time to choose which boy you’d like to couple up with. #TheBoyIsMine #SplitThemUp.”

You heard a couple whispers but you ignored them and focused in, praying your words would come naturally. You stood up and looked at all the boys, the order from left to right was Danny, David, Jordan, Peter, Peter B, Miguel, and Raúl.

It was even harder having them all in front of you like this but it had to be done.

You took a final deep breath and started, “I would like to couple up with this boy because I have gotten along with him incredibly well and it's always easy to talk to him.”

“We have tons of things in common and I find myself gravitating towards him a lot, even if I don’t mean to. I truly think that something can grow between us not just because he’s an amazing guy but he’s also nice to look at.” You say letting out a chuckle, making a few of them laugh.

You look straight ahead, at the Peter’s shoulders because you couldn’t dare look at anyone and continue, “This was a very hard decision, something I wasn’t expecting but I just have to go with my heart.”

You take a deep breath then look at them all, not focusing on just one guy, "So the boy I would like to couple up with is…."

You stay silent for the dramatic effect of the show and feel your heart pounding. Unsure if it just started or if it was like that the whole time and you just ignored it but at least that proved that it was indeed a hard decision.

Out of your peripherals you could see the sun was coming down and that brought you some peace that your anxiety would be gone soon.

You took a peek at Peter B, who as expected, was very impatient so you chuckled, then locked eyes with the guy on his right, “Miguel.”

His eyes lit up and he quickly came walking over to you, grinning his face off while you heard some celebrations all over the villa. You couldn’t contain the huge smile off your face either as he came up to you and hugged you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, the butterflies in your stomach making a comeback. He pulled away, giving you a kiss on the cheek then grabbing your hand to help you sit back down.

You both sit down and you turn to look at him, giggling because it just felt so unreal. He laughs too then tries his hardest to hide the smile on his face, ultimately losing.

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you in and you scoot closer to him at last feeling at ease. You chuckle then whisper to him, “that was so hard.”

He chuckles and grins, “you did good.”

“Yeah?” You whisper back and he nods, “definitely, I liked it and I’m very, very happy.”

You felt your face flush and faced away from him just to see Gwen’s face with the happiest look on her face. You give her a smile and suddenly there’s another text.

You look up and see MJ stand up. It was her turn.

She was on the edge of the right side, only looking the slightest bit nervous.

She takes a deep breath and immediately locks eyes with Peter B, who looked like a kid in a candy store.

She chuckles and starts, “I would like to couple up with this boy because ever since coming in here he’s made me the happiest girl ever and already knows me so well.”

He was grinning wide and elbowing Peter and Raúl then pointing to himself. MJ just chuckles and continues, “before coming in here I didn’t think I could ever laugh and smile so much but I’m honestly so glad for it, it’s something I think I needed.”

“This boy lights up every room he’s in and I hope I can give him a fraction of the happiness that he gives me. I can’t imagine continuing this journey with anyone else.” She says, her face flushed and that pretty smile in full view.

“So the boy I would like to couple up with is…” she finishes off with a few seconds of silence.

But she got a little too excited and said it quickly after, “Peter B!!”

He shouted and jumped up and down, as if it was such a surprise. The boys hollered for him and he ran up to her, picking her up and giving her a little spin before kissing her.

You and all the girls shouted for them, Jazmin whistling for them making you laugh. She then yelled out, “Yeah who wants the hideaway now?!!??”

He gave her the middle finger then pulled away, hugging MJ again then they sat down. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head, grinning ear to ear as if he had just won the lottery.

Which he might have.

Another text comes in and you look to your right, Gwen grabbed her phone and stood up. She took a deep breath and looked at you for a second, you gave her a quick thumbs up and mouthed, “good luck.”

She smiled then nodded. She looked right into Peter’s eyes and began, “I would like to couple up with this boy because he has made me feel so giddy, so ecstatic to be here. I was pretty nervous coming in and meeting him in a way calmed me down.”

“He’s already been like my knight in shining armor with his sweet words and sly little jokes but also with the way he picks me up from my feet if I’m feeling down.” She says letting out a chuckle.

“So the boy I would like to couple up with is…” she trails it on for a few seconds then looks at him with a happy look on her face, “Peter.”

He grins and walks over to her, you clap for them and hear Miguel cheer for them as he gave her a kiss then hugged her. They sat down next to you, looking as happy as ever in their own little world.

The next text came and it was now Jazmin’s turn. She was to the left of Miguel so you whispered a quiet, “good luck!”

She smiled and stood up, “I would like to couple up with this boy because he has an amazing personality, makes me feel like the prettiest girl in the world, and I love how he’s brought out a different side to me.”

“I love being around him and I feel like we’re a pretty good match so far. I can’t wait to see how things continue to grow.” She spoke with so much confidence but you couldn’t tell who she was looking at.

And both guys looked like they thought she was talking about them.

“So the boy I would like the couple up with is…” she says and takes a deep breath.

You look at her, hands shaking on her sides and you realize it really was going to be a hard one for a few of you.

She gulps then sighs, wiping her hands into her dress before saying, “Jordan.”

There were a few gasps from the boys and you hold your tongue, clapping for her so she wouldn’t feel bad about her choice. The other girls did the same and you looked at Danny for a second, who looked absolutely devastated to say the least.

Nonetheless Jordan came up to her, with a wide grin and hugged her. He whispered something in her ear and she nodded, hugging him back before they both sat down.

He gave her a peck and she sighed, looking down at her heels to avoid having to look at Danny. You’d have to find out the tea on that later on.

The next text came up and Dana stood up. She looked at Val with wide eyes, who just gulped and shrugged. Dana sighed and looked at the three boys, you now understood what she meant earlier.

The easiest choice could be to just choose Danny so Val could actually make the choice for herself. Or she could save one of her guys and dump Danny but that one just seemed a little unfair.

“You got this girl.” You whisper and she gives you a small smile.

“I would like to couple up with this boy because he’s been a really good friend to me and he is someone I know I can rely on to give me good advice.” She starts and she takes a deep breath.

“He’s very, very sweet and I know he’ll find someone that ticks all his boxes.” She adds.

“So the boy I would like to couple up with is….” She says and shakes her head.

“Fuck…” she mumbles and Jazmin reaches over to grab her hand, “you got this baby.”

She nods and then says it, “Danny.”

Your eyes widen as he walks over to her, looking at the two guys left standing and feeling the tiniest bit of guilt. You looked back to Dana who was wiping her tears into Danny’s chest while he consoled her.

Jazmin whispered something to her and she nodded, sitting down next to her. They held each other's hands and you looked over to Gwen, whispering, “this is gonna be crazy.”

“It could get ugly.” She mutters and gulps.

You lean back into Miguel and he squeezes your shoulder, “it’ll be fine.”

You nodded but that didn’t help the pit in your stomach. Finally the final text came in and Val shoots up, next to Gwen and sighs, “well fuck.”

“You’ve got this girl.” Gwen whispers to her, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze.

She nods, letting go and then blows her a kiss.

The silence around the firepit was deafening, you could easily hear a pin drop! Or I guess the actual fire… same thing!

Find out who gets dumped next time!

next part

#miguel ohara #miguel ohara imagine #miguel o hara #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara fic #miguel o’hara fic #love island au #meant to be

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 2 months ago

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Is this love?

(One shot)

I was tagged by @mariisawsume123 to write something fluffy!!!!

I’ve never done fluff before! I’m all slow burn and back story so here it goes……

P.S. I saw this chicken story on Facebook this morning and cried so this has come from that. Apparently I do have a heart after all.

This is an Avengers AU and a/b/o, they are a pack and in my head some served or grew up together.

Hint of possible friend to lovers............Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

It's also Infinity War looking Cap and Bucky.

Here comes the fluff one shot.............

You were wrapped up in possibly the fluffiest and softest robe ever made, with matching fluffy socks on your feet. You were surrounded by pillows and had a blanket across your lap.

You were situated in the corner of Steve and Bucky’s huge u-shaped couch. You could hear Bucky humming in the kitchen, insistent on making you another healthy snack. You’d been doom scrolling since he’d left your side. You came across a viral, probably not real post, about someone’s grandparents and found yourself get overly emotional reading it. The latest episode of whatever Real Housewives you were watching now faded into the background.

“Sweetheart?” Steve’s voice startled you as he approached the couch. “What’s wrong? Are you getting cramps again?”

You shook your head. You looked away from him, embarrassed by your tears.

“I was just reading something about someone’s grandparents and chickens and it set me off.”

“Oh honey.”

Steve slotted himself down at your side and pulled you into his lap. You leaned against him, your head on his shoulder as he rubbed his bearded chin against the top of your head to sooth and scent you.

“Tell me about it, what did it say?”

“A woman said her grandma was sick right? And she liked watching the neighbour’s chickens out the window but then the neighbour couldn’t afford them anymore so he was gonna have to give them away, but the grandpa paid for the chickens feed and stuff so the grandma could still watch them. He did it for years, just to keep her happy. Is that what it’s like?”

“What do you mean honey?”

“Is that what loves like? You pay for someone else’s chickens because they like watching them,”

Steve couldn’t help but smile at your question.

“Well Omega, I think love means a lot of different things for different people. Sometimes it’s the obvious things, like hugs and kisses and being held like I’m holding you now, and sometimes it’s remembering someone’s favourite takeout or how they like their coffee. Clint takes Laura a coffee every morning before the kids wake up. Natasha makes sure Bruce takes a break and eats a healthy lunch everyday. Carol and Val go out for a drive at least once a week just the two of them, and Vision and Wanda, well they’re building the house together.”

You hummed into Steve’s chest.

“Do you want some chickens sweetheart?”

You gasped and sat up.

“I’ve always wanted chickens, and a coop, and some ducks!!” You told him excitedly.

“Then I’ll get them for you. Bucky can build the coop, give him something to do, keep him out of trouble.”

Bucky appeared at the mentioning of his name with a tray in his hands. There’s a tea for you, a coffee each for him and Steve, and a fruit bowl, which you guess is for you too. You really didn’t know how these two were single after they’d taken such good care of you.

He grabs the tea towel that’s over his shoulder and places it over his arm, as he pretends to be a butler and passes you the fruit.

“My lady.”

You laughed and took the bowl from him. In between bites you started to ask questions.

“How would it work though? Would you keep them here? How often could I visit? It’s a long trip from the city. I like it up here though, maybe I should move. Be nearer so I can still meet Wanda for coffee. Would you mind if I was nearer? I know I’m nuisance and I know you prefer if random people aren’t hanging around the pack. How often could I visit the ducks and chickens? Maybe I could keep a duck in my apartment like Joey in friends, what do you think?”

“That’s a lot of questions sweetheart.”

“Sorry.” You said looking down at the bowl. Your family had hated when you asked lots of questions.

“No need to be sorry.” Steve told you, as Bucky took the now empty bowl from your hands.

“Come here ‘mega.” Steve told you as he pulled you back into his chest. You don’t see the look they exchange.

“You could see them everyday honey, and yes, our pack is closed off but I know Buck and I like having you here with us, so do the others.”

You hummed into Steve’s chest again. You thought about the last few days. How you’d passed out in bed with suppressant sickness. You’d completely forgotten that taking the emergency shot would alert Wanda, your alpha friend and former roommate, via text. An hour later her and Clint were breaking in your front door as Pietro and Bucky came in via the window and fire escape. You’d stirred in the backseat of Steve’s truck bundle in your duvet, firmly secured in Bucky’s arms as Wanda watched you from the passenger seat.

“You’re ok Y/N, we’re taking you up to the pack compound.”

“Don’t wanna be any trouble.” You’d murmured.

Bucky had kissed you on your head as Steve had assured you that you weren’t any trouble and that he and Bucky would be looking after you.

Wanda, Nat and Laura had helped you shower and change as Bucky had paced. Once he’d been told you were decent, he’d lifted you into his arms and put you into his den. You’d slept in the alpha's arms for twelve hours. You’d woken up briefly, eaten, and then fell asleep in Steve’s arms for another six hours. The days that came made you feel cared for and loved. The pack had checked in and helped too. Sam had brought you fried chicken. Pepper had brought you some very expensive bath products and Laura, Nat and Wanda seemed to be on rotation to help you shower. Carol and Val had snook you some chocolate, only for Tony to try and out do them with a more expensive selection.

When it was just the three of you, it was domestic, comfortable and it felt like you were exactly where you needed to be. It felt like home.

Steve read to you for an hour each day, your feet in his lap as you either dozed or watched the way his lips moved. You’d fought the urge to kiss them each time. Bucky would light a fire after lunch, worried about you feeling the cold. He’d tie his hair back with one of your scrunchies when he threw in the logs because it made you laugh. You’d do jigsaw puzzles together and watch black and white movies. You’d curl up together under the blanket that was now very much yours. Bucky always waited for you to invite him in. Wrapped in his arms and his hands on you made you feel settled and drove you crazy all at the same time. You’d never felt this adored and wanted by anyone. Being so well taken off by two beautiful alphas made your heart flutter.

As Bucky fixed your blanket you drifted off to sleep against Steve’s chest for the third time in a week you wondered…..is this love?

#avengers au #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #alpha steve rogers #alpha steve rogers x reader #alpha steve rogers x omega reader #avengers #alpha bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #alpha bucky barnes x omega reader #alpha steve rogers x omega reader x alpha bucky barnes reader #platonic avengers x reader #avengers a/b/o #a/b/o fic

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twilghtkoo · 2 years ago

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have you seen the tiktok of a girl who made her boyfriend a little sprout to put on his gaming headset ??? its so cute and reminded me of hyuck 🤏🏻

pairings. streamer!haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff

note. STOP RN ANON i haven’t seen that tiktok but i’ve seen some where ppl make a lil sprout bc a few months ago i crocheted me a sprout for my headphones 😭 but THIS IS SO CUTE BC HAECHAN WOULD LOVE IT thank u for sending me this,,,, here’s another streamer/gamer hyuck drabble

[ haechan masterlist | masterlist ]

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“i play val a few times but i prefer overwatch, they’re both enjoyable but overwatch is better in a lot of ways, for me personally. but if i’m in the mood for a tense flick-type game, then i play val.” haechan answers a comment, as he’s waiting in the game queue.

he’s sitting relaxed in his gaming chair as he watches the comments fill in. some disagree with him and some agree.

“which one does yn like? she likes overwatch more, she likes that there’s a more wide range of characters than val. she’s not really into fps games, she says they’re too intense for her.” he chuckles at that. “she only plays overwatch because i do and because she wanted to bond with me since it’s one of my favorite games. she’s cute,” he mumbles the last sentence, grinning as he continues reading numerous comments from his viewers.

chat is going crazy at the mention of you.

he’s about to read another comment before you quietly knock on his door, he whips his head around to see you carefully peeking your head through the crack of the door.

you have a sheepish smile, knowing he’s streaming and you didn’t want to bother him but you also have something you really wanted to show him.

haechan doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, because he smiles at you waving you inside.

“what’s up baby?” he slides one side of his headset off, letting you know he’s listening.

you make sure to stay out of the camera since you’re only wearing a t-shirt, one of his t-shirts to be exact. and the end of the shirt stop just below your butt.

you take your hand out from behind your back to reveal a green crocheted sprout.

“ooo, what’s this?” his eyes widen as he carefully takes it into the palm of his hands to closely examine it. he admires how neatly each chain is and how precise it is to a sprout. the two leaves shaped perfectly.

“i made this for you, it’s a sprout and it’s supposed to go on your headset.” you explain.

he spins his chair around to face you and he slides off his headset. “really? how, put it on for me.”

you lightly giggle as you take the headset from him to slowly loop the sprout around the top.

you squeal out of excitement but also taking pride at how good it came out. “see!”

“woah, baby this is so cute.” he gasps, putting his headset back on and looks at himself on the camera.

“chat, look what yn made me!” he shows off the top of his head, scooting closer to the camera that sits on top of his monitor and scooting back.

“hi chat!” you spoke up, finally greeting yourself to his viewers.

“it looks like a sprout is growing on top of my head,” he expresses. shaking his head left to right watching the sprout wiggle.

he rolls his chair a bit off camera to wrap his arms around your waist, squeezing you. “thank you, i love it. it’s staying on my headset.”

your arms circle around him before your hands curl around the back of his hair, softly tugging it. “you’re welcome, i’m gonna make me one now so we’re matching.”

you pat his back as he unwraps his arms around you and rolls back in front of his desk.

“bye chat!” you say out loud, as you’re at the door, blowing your boyfriend a kiss before leaving.

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chososcamgirl · 1 year ago

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 - the old heads

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m. list

background !

the five friends have been a close knitted group ever since highschool, and that didn’t change throughout college or after.

shoko graduated with valedictorian and top of the class and nanami was bitter about it for 3 days and didn’t talk to shoko at all. she completed her md and residency and now is an orthopaedic surgeon. choso and gojo both studied computer science in college however gojo just barely passed all his classes not because he wasn’t completing the work but because he was absent for almost half of them. satoru often takes advantage of the few skills he learnt in his classes and makes troll sites and leaks people’s ip on val after he loses (he shortly becomes semi-famous for this). choso, who actually paid attention in class, now works for a software company. nanami graduated with a degree in engineering and is planning to start his own company with the help of suguru who teaches with a degree in business and hospitality.

suguru, choso and satoru all live in a condo together and are all rather living pretty comfortably. whilst shoko and nanami choose to live separately and own a house each, they all live within the same block so if ever they need help, it’s just a 2 minute drive. upon graduating with a degree in business and hospitality, suguru opens up a new cafe. he has been planning this for the past year and nothing was stopping him now that he has all the expenses paid off. even though satoru is a trust fund baby and offered to give him all the money for it early on, suguru declined not because of his pride but because he needed to do this on his own for himself.

fun facts !

ᨘ໑▸ the characters included in this post are all aged 27-28 years old.

ᨘ໑▸ choso always scolds satoru about his digital footprint but that man does not GAF.

ᨘ໑▸ the whole group meets atleast once a week - which is usually friday nights at the condo in which they all eat dinner together - choso always ends up being the cook because not only does he volunteer but because he makes knows how to make a mean dish. the night usually ends in a board game which always ends up with gojo sulking and throwing a tantrum, accusing the winner (which is nanami most of the time) of cheating and then drinking until he forgets about the whole thing and starts dancing on the table.

ᨘ໑▸ due to satoru’s antics with trolling and doxxing and his new found fame, the whole group is blew up by association.

ᨘ໑▸ suguru adopted a stray black and white cat left on the side of the road. he called her ‘spring’. he loved her until her last breath up until she died 5 years later when he was 18. he cried for a week and gojo comforted him whole time. it was bittersweet but he knew she was in a better place. this was one of the reasons the cat cafe he’s opening is going to be home to multiple strays which will be up for adoption.

ᨘ໑▸ someone made a velocity thirst edit of choso after finding out about him through gojo and it’s now repeatedly played during dinner.

ᨘ໑▸ nanami and choso hated eachother in highschool because both of them claimed to be my chemical romance’s #1 fan

ᨘ໑▸ gojo was not joking in those tweets..

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valentine-cafe · 4 months ago

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last one for today. promise. 🥺

(valerio, vampire au, trans masc reader) frequenting the bar for some occasional fun, your eyes always seemed to latch onto valerio. he was a regular, as were you, but... you never seemed to interact much, he seemed intimidating.

eventually you got the courage to sit right next to him the next time you came in. and it happened again, and again. soon you became casual acquaintances, he was a lot less intimidating than you thought, and you began to understand the subtle emotions and intent he meant with his words as time went on. slowly but surely, you began feeling affection for him, but you weren't exactly sure what to do with it. sure you guys had some tension, but he was Alessio's father, and easily 25 years your senior, that'd be a little.... awkward.

well, everything ended up changing one time when you were drinking with him. unfortunately, you were being careless and not watching your drink while being all buddy buddy with valerio, maybe flirting just a little.. while you were distracted, someone slipped something into it. you noticed much too late, valerio had left to use the restroom, the drug kicked in and the man next to you tried to snatch you up and drag you out. you were nearly powerless to stop him. "h-hhh--" it was hard to even speak, thank god that he noticed and took action before who knows what would've happened. after all was said and done with, you couldn't help but hopelessly cling on yo him. "mm...h-help- I'm... h-hot, it's weird...." you'd whimper to him, trying not to make him uncomfortable, but the feelings were almost painful being unsatiated. the unfortunate side effect of the drug (unrelated to muscle weakness and dizziness) was that of an aphrodisiac. you wanted the touch of that man off you, have it covered, have the sweltering heat stemming from between your legs dealt with, and have it done fast...

valerio was just the right man to do it.

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Blurry, so much noise. Too much noise.

The pair of pretty peepers in your pounding skull turn to take in the surroundings of the bar. People yell for the man to 'fuck out of the bar'. Beating him up to a pulp until he himself is unable to walk. Forced to crawl out of the bar instead.

See what it's like to be incapacitated in the way you are, laid in the vampire hunter's arms. Breath raspy and heavy.

As you slink your head to the side, vision wobbly like your movements. Lungs stagger when bright emerald eyes meet your own. Your brain processes everything so slowly. With only the exception that you flick to states of nausea that throws you into a state of mind where the world spins so fast, you fear you will die.

"Val-" You hiccup, a hand extended to his shoulder so that you may attempt to cling onto something once more. Speech slurred as you repeat some of your previous words. Alas what coherence can they be compared to?

Shame was a bird that has long since flown out the window, and you struggled with a different problem now that made you desperate to get the touch of the previous man off of you. Feel something, anything to remove the phantom hands that grope and feel you up.

"I know. Fuck— Just stay here with me," he grunts back, resting a hand on your forehead to feel for any sort of rise or drop in temperature.

The last thing needed was for an unfortunate soul like yours to pass away in the cold conditions of the reality outside of the bar.

Suddenly a weight pulls at your shoulders slightly. His large winter coat drops on top of you and is curled around your body. Only for his heavy cape to follow.

Quiet whines falter his expression, hooded eyelids shift as he looks back down at you, eyes barely open yet just enough to keep you in his vision.

"S okay. C'mon, we're gonna get you out of here." His deep-voiced croon passes through your ears. Finally, some words seem to make sense in your ears.

You try to nod, yet you're not sure if you even shift your head in the slightest. It's hard to feel yourself.

Sweep and stand. You feel the shift in gravity as the man pulls you into his arms and stands up to march outside

Cold air bathes the both of you. Face bitten by the harsh frost whereas the man carrying you feels the harsh cold grip onto his biceps and forearms. To which it tears through fabrics with ease the second it kisses against his skin that would have you jealous if not for the fact you had no idea you were currently wrapped in his robes.

Yet despite the circumstances he takes it all in a tight hand and continues to walk. Homebound be the both of you.

Only halfway through the walk to his home. With you still in his arms. Do you notice he lacks his coat and cape. "Why. . . why aren't you wearing, your coat." You manage.

"You're wearin 'em."

The little scoff makes you look down at yourself.

He spoke true, you wore his attire indeed. How could your brain have processed that far anyway. His gestures were ones of concern and they fluster you to the grave, you swear. Laid in his arms with lightheadedness and fluster that clash and collide with the drugs that throw your system into disarray

What remains of the walk home blurs in and out of your vision. Each path, street, parts of the snowstorm.

None of it stuns Valerio's determination nor his pace. He wanders through the storm as though it was any other day.

The warmth of his home stings at your cold face most uncomfortably and draws a little noise of discomfort or two out of you.

Meanwhile he melts into the heat and lays you down on the bed with a hushed groan. Rids you of his cape and coat. Following along soon after is your own robes. Until you were bare before the man above you. Yet in no way did he look at you with lust.

"Where did he touch?" He asks quietly. Gently brushing your hair back to calm your muscles.

"Everywhere. . ."

Each small sound of a weep triggers something inside of the man. The hunter should have killed the other guy instead. The disgust is almost too much to handle.

But when you look into his emerald hues, they sink into concern once more, if not to immediately return to their stoic gaze as you know them as. He wants to show you he stays strong for you.

With the small click of his tongue he leaves you in hides and blankets to fuel the fire of the fireplace. Grab a mug.

His movements are swift. He's home, he's in his element. It's facsinating to see. Yet even so, you notice a certain tensity in his shoulders. You suppose that a vampire hunter always needs to be prepared. .

Oh god, Alessio doesn't live here at home anymore right? You don't have to have to live through the awkward moment to him arrived at home to see his father with you right?

Caught up in your thoughts you notice not valerio, as he makes his way over to you with a mug of tea. Not until sis calloused, warm and veiny big hands take yours in his and dwarf them to pass over the ceramic. Crooning: "Drink."

You look up at him with big eyes, blink a few times and take the cup, hands barely able to lift themselves. So the pair wrapped around them aid them in the task of strength.

Sweet tea moves down your throat to do its work and clears your head up just slightly. Suppose it must be a remedy of sorts, because, ever so slowly your vision lessens in the blur it was caught up in and you are able to take in the dimly lit surroundings of his abode.

Dark oaken walls and floors, and an atmosphere full of the scent of spices from foreign lands. Tapestries woven intricately hung upon the walls. Old. One unfinished on awaiting a weaving it will never recieve.

Focus moves back to him. Your swollen pair of lips part to take in another sip of the warm beverage inside of the cup. Although it takes the top of the nausea off, it comes nowhere near close to cure out the drugs that sear away at your abdomen and between your legs.

Such an uncomfortable feeling, gods. You'd do everything right here and now to get the touch of the previous man washed off, and feel something else to distract you from the discomfort.

"Valerio."

Breathlessly you grab onto him and let out a small sob, eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to help you focus on proper formulation of your next words.

"I still feel him, Valerio please can't you help?"

"You sure you want this?" He whispers in response, voice gruff. Gaze full of question and in need of answers. You've never seen him so serious. Which says a lot, he is always serious. Under these circumstances you were not surprised though. But the stinging and the heat is too unbearable to take.

"I want— I want it to stop, Please."

"I don't want to take advantage of you like this."

"I need you"

So much desperation. There is so much desperation in your voice and he doesn't know what to do. He wants to help you. He just wished it wasn't in this way the two of you would be together. Fuck, you look amess.

Though despite his own internal conflict, with a clenched jaw and a simple shift next to you, he takes off his shirt and rids himself of his pants. There's no time to waste at all. The bed dips at his heavier weight. His athletic physique flushes against you quick, heated kisses trailing down your throat. While his hands cascade onto your waist like hot water.

Small gasps emit from your throat, as your hands shoot up to grip at whatever they can find to weakly hold onto.

A large thumb moves to brush across the scars below your chest. Trace at the beauty that has been hidden from him for so long. Before he guides it to your nipple. Circling the perky pebble to draw a few noises out of you.

"Prettiest boy I've ever fuckin' seen. 'Nd this is how the first time has to go." He sounds bitter, as much as he tries to sound loving. He sounds bitter.

This was in no way the way he had intended for the two of you to be with each other for the first time. You had a little bit of experience, he knew that much. The two of you had spoken about it briefly before. Yet it still bothered him. Circumstances considered. He'll have to make up for it again whenever you've recovered.

His left hand glides up your waist. Tickling away at the soft skin before he gently grips at the plush to guide you below him a little more.

The weight of his large dick sends shivers up and down your spine, as it grinds down against your boy pussy. The tip of it does not miss a single flutter and slight squeeze of your throbbing hole as it teases at the entrance to collect all of the slick and arousal your body has been producing the past 30 minutes.

What delightful noises and gasps you give him though, each time his tip catches against the hard pearl between your legs your hips buck feverishly.

"Valerio please—"

"I know-, I know baby I know. 'M sorry, just prepearin' ya. . ." He grunts. Dick lined up to your hot hole.

As he spouts his small reassurances to you when he starts entering, rough fingers move down to rub away at the sensitive clit that has awaited him to join it in the dance of pleasure you arch your back and let out the most pathetic whimper you've ever heard escape your lips.

"O- Oh m—m-mygod--!! A-Ahh hah."

Moans disperse any silence that dared remain.

And the walls greedily soak in them after the lack of years of such noises sung to them.

Valerio's large dick slowly sinks itself into you before he makes a slow paced thrust to aid your walls adjust to him and mould with each vein and the size.

The second you start to squirm from the slight overwhelm of the pangs of pleasure, he in turn puts his weight down on you to prevent any running away, his arms wrapped around your smaller body, hands feeling you up. While the pace gradually builds

"Valeri-oh!"

"Doing- hah doing good, amore. Don't. . . mngh. . . don't run from it."

Angling his hips, his hard dick starts to plunge into your sensitive walls the second it bottomed you out, in search for the spots that sends you into the delirious and pleasured state your body desires to be in.

Each thrust trades a moan out of you, legs spread far apart by his. Chest heaving, only to stutter when his nipples begin to rub against yours. The friction slacks your jaw and rolls at your eyes and sends you straight to the sky high up above.

Squelches join your erotic noises soon enough. Caught in a dance with the slap of your skin, his groans, your moans. What beautiful symphony the both of you create when you're together.

The feel of his hard cock kissing your cervix over and over is something that has haunted your dreams for weeks now, you thought briefly you would never have the chance to try it and yet here you are below him. You admit, a part of you was worried too that he'd think it was weird considering the gap between the two of you.

You had no clue of the nights where he jerked off to the thought of you. The image of your legs spread, lips parted and moans ringing in his ears, has had him cream himself over and over. He'd deny himself entry to ever tell it to you. . . Maybe one day, but not today.

"Mind if I move you onto your front?" He pants heavily in your ear. Each thrust remains the same, calculated plunge. It never slows down, even when he talks to you now. Drawing out moans from you like it was his job.

"M-Mm— n-no, a- ahh, val— v-va—"

Squeals dance around the room as he lifts his weight off of you momentarily and pulls out of you to flip you onto your front. Pin you down against the mattress and put you into the bone prone as before.

Fucking hell, how much has he been spilling inside of your pretty boy pussy?

Streaks of cum cling onto his tip and trail down to your messy hole, that soon hugs around his large length once more and sucks it in with happy welcome.

"Look at how he's flutterin' f'me." The man grunts against your ear and lands a harsh slap onto your right ass cheek, graciously steals a yelp from you like it's nothing. Before you know it his dick angles once more and suddenly starts roughly fucking into one of the sensitive bundles of nerves that had waited for him to tend to them.

The prominent vein on the underside of his dick and the tap of his balls against your ass sends you into a state of cock drunk, fucked out bliss. Boy pussy squirting cum mixed with his. That seems to spill and shoot inside of you like it is nothing.

His lungs stutter each time. Your pretty hole nurses away at his dick so well, the same his large member fucks away at you and treats you to the best fucking of your life. Hitting all of the spots it needs to. You've forgotten everything about why you were here in the first place.

Your walls flutter around him, and you feel your lungs and their slow betrayal on you, as you try to catch your breath in the messy pace the two of you have going on.

"V—Val- I'm, I'm gonna — u-um!"

Cry out you do, and it sounds like the bliss of the world all at once. So much so the man in all of his determination to make you feel good moves his hand below your body to rub hard and quick paced circles on your clit and press down on it a few times to encourage the oncoming orgasm to wash over you faster.

"Come on. That's it, pretty boy— Pretty pretty pretty boy, let me give it to ya." The deep rasp of his voice and the sloppy thrusts of his hips is more than enough for you to break into cries and moans as the orgasm washes over you.

"More!" You whine into his forearm, biting onto the skin while you sob and moan along to the rhythm. "M— more please!"

"Gonna give you 's much as you need— hah"

A gasp abruptly interrupts your moan, as you feel his cock shoot a heavy load of cum into you. His own orgasm washes over him. Strands of hair clinging to his forehead from the sweat, as he continues to fuck into you hard. Fingers roll the pretty pearl around intact to the desperate grinds and thrusts.

"Ain't— Ain't fuckin stoppin' soon I promise ya that. . ." His hands pick you up and manhandles you into a leapfrog position. Hips jackhammering into you, and you thought he couldn't get any faster. Your body shakes with pleasure and overwhelm.

The feel of your velvet walls fluttering and squeezing around him once again is enough to send him off into another flurry. Oh he's gonna come back here definetely.

He's not giving this pretty boy up to anyone.

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aplgy-girl · 10 months ago

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THE QUARRY — bloodline ᝰ.ᐟ

~ fem!oc x jacob custos — fem!oc x max brinly 𝜗𝜚

CHAPTER ONE — prologue

TAGS ༉‧₊˚.

17+ !! suggestive, gorey, NOT PROOFREAD, cancellation of characters and/or dialogues, no caps friendly, lore is semi changed to fit into my characters plots! <3

no schedule — chapters might be short ྀི

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THE MOONLIGHT SHONE through the cracks of the van max borrowed from his mother, four young adults sat on the cushioned seats of it. all met from college classes, turned to study group, made into close friends. laura sat in the back with a veterinarian technician textbook in her sleep, whilst the purple haired woman, valerie, on her right side with her eyes closed, head bobbing softly to the soft music coming from her vintage ipod thrumming in her hand.

“okay, but seriously, max.. you shouldn’t be so stubborn and listen to me about directions.” a dark haired brunette cooed towards max, her hand holding onto max’s free hand, rubbing delicate circles on top his soft knuckles. max was noticeably anxious, driving into circles for what feels like eternity.

“sammie, hun, i tried. you told me two signs ago that we should go left… we are at the same sign.” he sighs, glancing towards his lover with adoration and agitation. they all decided to volunteer at a children’s summer camp over the season, to allow themselves “peace and tranquility” through the upcoming hardships they will have to encounter at university. it was also a farewell vacation for max and sammie, since they were moving universities to study abroad, or so what sammie said. max didn’t seem too keen on the plan, moving away from his childhood bestfriend, laura. sammie reasoned they will return to visit soon, since she would also be leaving her bestfriend, valerie.

valerie understood though, shes always supported samantha through everything. if you were a stranger to them, you would think they’re dating, but its quite the opposite. sammie and val always were like two peas in a pod, her mother being the sister to val’s, causing them to be close from the get-go.

they met max and laura in middle school, after sammie talked max’s ear off in aquatic science that she adored sharks, she introduced max to val, who then introduced laura to the bestfriends.

“i—ouch!-” val yelped when laura kicked her in a sleepy haze, causing val to lightly kick the girl in retort. the blonde stirred awake, eyebrows furrowed as she glares at val, in which she shrugs, kicking the blondes feet down from the seat to make more room for herself.

“whatever, whats going on guys? do you need a map, max?” she yawned out, stretching as much as she could in the confined car. she looked around the area to find the map, causing max’s attention to deviate to the movement.

sammie turned back to address max about what an offline book just experienced, before realizing he wasn’t paying attention. “max! road!” she groaned, lightly tapping his head as to signal it to turn.

he mutters a sorry, quickly turning to the road but sees a…. he doesn’t know exactly what he sees, but it’s big and most importantly, in their path. sammie’s eyes widen in realization as time feels to freeze, her hands flying to swerve the car to keep them from running over whatever that was.

the sudden movements pick up the attention of the two other women. the car thrashed wildly as you can hear sammie panicking while max tries to maintain the cars balance.

“ohmygodohmygodohmygod-” sammie rambled, one hand holding onto max’s shirt tightly, his once free hand now on the wheel to offer extra support, and the other hand holding the grab handles at the top of the car.

after what feels like forever for them, but in reality was 20 seconds, the tires screech to a pit stop. the only sound made was the panicked breathing of the group, eyes wide as saucers staring at each other.

“can somebody tell me what the fuck just happened?”

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cakerybakery · 1 month ago

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Angel Dust climbed the ladder and started to tack up a banner in the hotel's meeting room as Adam and Lucifer waited at the table.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and gestured at Adam, 'what the fuck?'

Giving a shrug in reply, Adam started to ask, "so, why did you-"

"Hang on. Let me finish." He did the other side before climbing down and standing at the head of the table, ready to unfurl the banner at the right time. "Now gentlemen, yah may be wondering why I call yah here today."

"I just fucking asked that."

"It was recently pointed out to me that we share a marketable commonality. Anyone care to guess what it is?" Angel leaned on the table with his left hands eagerly waiting for Lucifer and Adam to take a stab at it.

"I'd say we're all tall, but short ass here," Adam rested his arm on Lucifer's head, squishing down the hat, "ruins that."

Lucifer flipped the arm off and snipped at Adam, "and I would have guess we're all hot, but Adam-"

"OH FUCK YOU!"

"FUCK YOU HARDER!"

The two squabbled and Angel popped up and interrupted them. "Ladies, please. I'm here with a business proposition and you're both right, in a way."

He moved back to his high banner and grabbed the rope to let it open, but paused. "Okay. Now this is just a mock up I paid Niffty fifty bucks and some fur from someone I'd rather not mention, for. We'll get a better one later."

Pulling on the rope, the banner unfurled revealing a hand painted poster.

"The Angels" scrawled along the top in gold and red. Adam lounged in the top corner, his golden wings spread and the only thing keeping the viewer from getting an eyeful of the goods was Lucifer's head. Lucifer himself was posed much the same way facing the other way.

It wasn't her best work. But Angel had only paid Niffty fifty bucks and some more fur from Val as she decided to mount some on her wall with a plaque.

His likeness cutting off the view of Lucifer's cock was a little more dynamic, but he had posed for it.

"Well? What do yah think?" He asked after a long silence.

"Uuuhhhh. What- what is this? I don't know what's going on." Lucifer gestured at the poster.

Adam still gaped, slackjawed up at the poster for a moment and before Angel could speak, interrupted with a, "How-? Why the fuck does my image have a mole there?? No one can see it unless they've seen me naked! Was Niffty spying on me?!?"

"It was market research, big guy. And my proposal is to go into business together." Angel set off the mini glitter bombs and waited.

"As fucking what? Porn stars?" Adam yelled.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, "don't be stupid. Angel would nev-"

"Yes." He did jazz hands as the two other men stared at him. "The Angels. Cause you're both fallen angels and I go by Angel."

The silence was palpable.

It stretched on and on until Angel slowly lowered all four of his jazz hands.

This was a bust. And he was hoping to start his own porn studio and make his own money so he wouldn't have to go back to Val. The fucker might own his soul, but so long as he didn't go to work, Val couldn't make him do shit.

"Sooo, think about it. You know where my room is."

"Why?" Lucifer asked as Angel started to leave. "Why this, why us?"

"It's got a hook. Like the Vee's all start with V. So, "the angels". People would eat that shit up. Every power hungry horndog in this place would snap up a video of you getting pounded. Or of the ex-leader of the exterminators getting put in his place. And I'm just plain hot and famous." He gave a little shrug. "And I don't really know what else to do. I don't wanna keep working for Val."

Lucifer sighed. "Okay. First things first. That was a shit presentation. Not how you present a business plan. If you ever want to do it for real, I'll make some calls, and help you get started. Second, if you don't want to work for Veal anymore just work for the hotel and I'll paid you. Can you cook?"

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that he made a giant poster of us naked and his plan was for us to have sex??" Adam's broken brain healed and he was freaking out.

Angel and Lucifer shared a look of annoyance.

"Adam. It's hell." Lucifer sighed. "This is the weirdest business proposition I've been shown in a few years, but not the first that asked I do porn."

His brain rebroke and Lucifer got up. "There, there old friend." He took Adam by the arm and started to lead him away. "You'll get used to it." Lucifer paused and looked back over his shoulder. "Before I forget. If you're serious, report to work in the kitchen at six am. I'll show you how to make pancakes the way I like them."

They left Angel alone and he looked about at the glitter and the poster. "Yah know. That could have gone worse."

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel angel dust

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Love Drug - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - A Siren & His Cutie

Pairing: Sylus x fem!OC

Featuring: Rafayel makes his debut

Words: 1829

Summary: Val visits Rafayel and they catchup on all things Sylus

A/N: I love this version of Raf I have created. I may need to write just more of these two just hanging out. Fic updates weekly on Saturday!

C/W: Rafayel is a ho

It was Sunday afternoon and Valerie had kept her promise to spend the day poolside at Rafayel’s lavish home in Whitesand Bay. She was sprawled out in one of his deck chairs dozing in and out of sleep as the sun warmed her and the breeze danced across her skin. The pair had spent the afternoon in and out of the pool and chatting about the latest gossip at the Opera House and the hospital.

“Ok cutie, here’s another round of my famous Lemurian Long Islands.” Val sat up and took the drink from his hands taking a long sip. Her face immediately contorted into disgust, and she put the drink down as she made obnoxious retching sounds.

“What in the world is in that?! That’s like drinking gasoline infused river water!” She scrubbed her tongue with her towel to get the bitter taste out of her mouth and ran over to the outdoor bar to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator.

“Weeeeeelllll, I never claimed to be a mixologist, and I didn’t actually have all the ingredients so it’s really more a variation on a Lemurian Long Island. What matters is that I tried!” Rafayel ran his fingers through his purple hair and looked at Val with a pleading smile.

“You are ridiculous. I’ve missed you lately. We managed to talk about everyone at the Opera House except for one. How’s my mom?” She chugged the water and tossed the bottle in the recycling bin then took a seat in the shade at the bar top.

“You know you could visit and ask her yourself,” Rafayel sidled up to the bar and sat down next to her propping his head up with his fist. He looked at Val with an innocent expression that she knew was anything but innocent.

“Or you could just tell me! You know how she gets with me!” He was exhausting sometimes. But he was right. It had been some time since she had visited the Royal Opera House. Val’s mother had been the head costume designer there for years and Val had basically grown up at the opera house. Rafayel joined when he was young with his Aunt Talia and the kids had become fast friends. They had remained so after she left for medical school and were closer than ever now despite their wildly different lives.

He was the playboy star of the opera and lived a rich life full of paparazzi, red carpets, and a rotating cast of beautiful women by his side and she was a doctor. Val’s mother, Dianna, wished nothing more for Valerie than to become a star alongside Rafayel and never let an opportunity pass to remind Val of all her “wasted talent”.

“She misses you! She tells me all the time. Just come for a little bit and I’ll be there with you the whole time. Pleeeeeeeeeease?!” He was battling his eyelashes at her and flashing the smile she knew had dropped an untold number of panties to the floor.

“Fine. But if you bail again, I’m gonna tell the trashiest tabloid about that night in Verona with the ballet dancers.” She quirked an eyebrow up at him, daring him to call her bluff.

“Wow, and I thought you took an oath to do no harm," he was pouting now and it made Valerie giggle. His dramatic antics had always been on of her favorite things about him. His expressive nature was endearing, but knowing him as well as she did, she also knew it was a mask. It was a way for him to hide some of his own vulnerabilities that he rarely let show, even with Val.

"And now you're making fun of me?! It’s not my fault I didn’t know those ballet dancers had switched places!" Rafayel crossed his arms over his chest and looked away angrily, but Val knew he was never actually angry with her.

"I'm sorry!! Let me make it up to you by telling you about how I met the leader of Onychinus. I mean I think I did," she shrugged.

Rafayel's anger instantly disappeared and was replaced by disbelief, and he whipped his head over in Val's direction. He threw his hands up in the air and let out a yell. "What in the world is wrong with you?! You said you had questions about Onychinus and now you’ve met their elusive leader? I've been to The Nest countless times and even I've never met him."

Valerie burst out laughing and came around to wrap her arms around Rafayel's neck from behind. She kissed him on his cheek and pulled him from the barstool. "Let's go inside and I will make us some real drinks while I tell you everything."

An hour later Valerie had told Rafayel all the pieces she had put together about Sylus and the information she had gotten from the twins. The most telling was the fact he was involved in modified protocore sales and was making weapon deals. Rafayel thought it was flimsy, and it was hard to deny he had a point.

“Onychinus isn’t the only faction in the N109 Zone that deals in guns and modified protocores. There are about a billion of them out there.” Rafayel dismissed her evidence with a wave and went back to drawing in his sketchbook. His purple hair fell in front of his face and his tongue poked out from his mouth as he concentrated. Val studied her friend and smiled softly - this was a side of him not many people knew, the quiet artist.

"Ok, but add in the fact his name is Sylus. Everyone knows the leader of Onychinus is named Sylus," she argued for her point, but Rafayel shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, he is definitely the only person named Sylus that deals with protocores and guns in the N109 Zone. Puh-lease, I thought this was going to be more interesting, but instead all you have is a flimsy suspicion. Good thing you're a doctor and not a detective." He flopped back onto the couch dramatically and his sketchpad fell off his lap onto the floor. Valerie looked at him indignantly until she saw the sketch he had been working on while they talked. It was a perfect pencil drawing of her likeness with a serene look on her face. Talk about wasted talent.

"I love that this is the moment you pick to be reasonable and logical. Normally you indulge me!" She picked up the sketch book and flipped through the pages, marveling at the detailed faces staring back at her. Several pages were of her face and she recognized several of the others as those also in the opera with Rafayel. There was one face of a woman he could never finish. Her features changed slightly with each image as if he were trying to remember the exact curve of her jaw or the slope of her nose.

"You know… there is one way you could find out for sure, Val. The Nest would love you have you back and we both know somebody there would be willing to give you some information." He sat up and snatched his sketchbook back from her with a scowl, tucking it beneath a pillow. He hated when people looked at his drawings, even Val.

"But I am not sure I am willing to pay the price. Even just asking about Sylus and Onychinus in The Nest would put a target on my back. I guess I would know for sure at that point when the actual Sylus shows up." She went silent for a moment and chewed on her lip contemplating her next move. "Honestly, knowing the twins, they will be back in the ER soon and I can maybe get some more information from them."

"Well, if you want back into The Nest just let me know. Ah shit, I gotta get ready for my date tonight," he sat up quickly as he checked the time. "Unless you wanna stay here with me tonight and we can…" his voice trailed off and Valerie looked up at him as he was giving her a suggestive look. That look was tempting to so many, but Val had only ever seen him as a friend despite his flirting with her and she was pretty sure Rafayel would combust if she actually agreed to his proposition.

"Yeah, I saw pics of you with at least four different women in the last two weeks alone. I'm not about to be another notch on your bedpost when I hold the title of your one and only best friend." she reached over and booped his nose before standing up and stretching her limbs. Rafayel ran off to get ready and Val packed up her pool day bag. Before she left she poked her head into Raf’s bathroom as he was in the shower.

"Call me if you need some antibiotics after your date, loverboy!" She called out in a sing-song voice and laughed as she heard Rafayel respond with a string of what she was sure were Lemurian curses.

She drove home thinking about what they had discussed. Her gut instinct told her that even with the thin evidence, she was pretty sure she was right about Sylus being the leader of Onychinus - which also meant he was the leader of the N109 Zone, extremely powerful, and very dangerous. The realization sent a warm shiver down her spine. Maybe the Hunter's Association had more information than they did the last time she searched for Onychinus records, but was it worth the risk?

Wait… she just remembered something.

There was a Hunter who went missing for a few days several years ago. The details around where she was and why were far beyond Valerie's clearance level, but it was rumored she had been kidnapped by Onychinus. When she returned, the Association had immediately updated their files and cited Ever Group as the source of the explosions in the Bloomshore District and northern suburbs. It wasn't hard to connect the dots especially once you realized the same Hunter's family had been killed in one of those explosions. That change had started an all-out war between Ever Group and the Association and Ever was trying to bury the Association in litigation. It was also highly suspected that Ever was the reason that the Wanderers popped up a couple months ago - The day she first met Sylus and the twins.

That would be her way in. Bring up Ever, maybe tell Sylus about her own history with them, or at least part of it. Or maybe just him ask how Onychinus is doing and see how he reacts. Either way would be interesting for sure, it just depended on how curious of a kitten she wanted to be. All she had to do was wait for the twins to show up at the hospital again.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #rafayel love and deepspace #lads rafayel #rafayel qi #rafayel x oc #sylus x oc

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