#but i'm moving back toward the movie watching path now (or... i'm trying. i'm trying.)

[happy74827]

He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, Introverted(ish)!Reader

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF

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The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.

With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.

The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.

Johnny.

He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.

You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.

Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.

He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.

Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.

Until you heard a pang on your window.

Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.

But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.

He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.

"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Johnny-"

"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"

You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.

You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.

He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.

To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.

Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.

So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.

But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.

It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.

And yet, here you were.

"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.

"God, I've missed you."

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've missed you too."

You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.

He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh… I needed to see you."

You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.

"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."

You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.

"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."

"That's reassuring."

"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."

You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.

"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"

"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."

He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.

The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.

He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."

It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.

And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.

So you did.

You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.

The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.

He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.

And he did.

His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.

He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.

“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"

Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.

"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."

"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."

"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.

"I keep a lot of things, too."

Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.

And he was.

He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.

The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.

It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.

And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.

[lucyandalexiafan]

Could you write something where Alexia is obsessed with the reader boobs please

Movie night | Alexia Putellas x reader

I wrote this few days ago and I find now the time to post it🫠. I don't know if you wanted a more smut work, but the result was something really fluff and cute; I don't know why but it came out so sweet, even though the initial idea was something more sexual. Maybe it's because of all the tweets and TikToks that make me watch thousand times the interview she did for the top 11 and I keep hearing 'thank you' and 'Are you a Manchester City fan', which make her seem so cute; or maybe because I'm feeling so single ahah.

Anyway, I'm sorry if you wanted something more smut and less cute, and thank you for the request!

Do not copy, translate or claim my works and fics as your own; if I find out I will report them and block you. Instead, write to me, my directs are always open, and ask me if you can publish your work/fic inspired by one of mine. However, you can reblog them!

I bite my lip trying to hold back a moan.

Ale's hands on my breasts, her fingers caressing and playing with my nipples.

It had all started very innocently.

Since this morning Ale had been very clingy, very physical.

As soon as the alarm went off she pulled me tighter into her embrace, her hands squeezing my chest, muttering jokingly about how 'I don't love her enough' as I wanted to get up, then kissing my neck just below my hairline every time I stayed a few minutes longer in bed with her.

After almost being arrived late at the training, she tried to be paired with me during both the gym and athletic training, finding every time an excuse to touch me.

Her hands had always been on my thigh, arm or hand at lunch.

It was as if she had an extreme need for physical contact, to touch me, but not necessarily sexually.

On the way home we stopped at the restaurant near our house, my favorite Chinese restaurant, and Ale took there our takeaway dinner that she had ordered while she was waiting for me at the end of the second training session. She composed it with my favorite dishes.

We went into our apartment and had dinner on the sofa laughing in front of a stupid American talk show (even though she seemed to understand one word in ten and only laughed when I laughed).

Once we ended our dinner, Ale asked me to watch a film, one of my favorite dark academia films, and I agreed; so, she helped me to clean the table in front of the sofa and the dishes and we lay down on the sofa.

After a few minutes from the start, she lay between my legs, her head on my chest and her hands at her sides. The position itself wasn't uncomfortable, my back was resting against the couch and my head was on a pillow turned towards the television, my hands caressing her back.

I felt her body relax second by second, the tension from the training slowly flowing out of her body. Every now and then she let out a few moans or gasps, but nothing overly sexual.

About a quarter of the way through the movie, she had moved a little lower, her navel touching my inner thigh, her right temple against my sternum; her hands had started to caress my torso under my shirt, to lightly scratch my hips.

The contact had given me shivers, her cold fingers tracing light circles with her nails.

“I thought you wanted to see the movie amor,” I say, chuckling.

She moans into my chest, her hands gripping the edges of my shirt.

I lift her torso, allowing her to push it over my breasts, braless.

Ale she starts kissing my skin, leaving endless little kisses on my boobs, she draws wet paths that connect one nipple to the other.

Her fingers squeeze my breast in a light grip, playing with my nipples.

"What happened Ale? - she looks at me confused - You are so physical"

"Since when I can be more physical with you? - she asks smiling - I love your boobs so much amor" she says assorted while she squeezes them with her hands.

I gasp, seeking contact with her, and grip her hair between my fingers.

My neck arches back when she bites my right nipple.

She grins against my sternum.

She runs her nipples between her fingers.

"Your boobs are so sensitive - she gasps and then kisses a nipple - That's one of the reasons why I love them… I just need to touch your nipples and you're soaked for me" she whispers absorbedly while she kisses them.

"Only for you, amor - I moan - only for you"

Ale smiles satisfied.

She bends down and kisses a patch of skin just below her nipple. She sucks it, leaving a clear purple mark on me, releasing it with a dull sound.

"When you're really horny you can have an orgasm just by me playing with your nipples - she bites my right one, passing it between her teeth and making me moan- It's never happened to me before, but it's so… so-"

I gasp when her fingers squeeze a nipple tighter, too tight.

My hand shoots out and grabs her wrist, not knowing if I want to stop her or ask her to do it again. Ale bends down to kiss the fingers surrounding her wrist, leaving small sweet kisses on my skin while she whispers to me that she's sorry.

I arch my back towards her asking her to touch me, to keep touching me.

“They're so soft – she whispers as she leaves a hickey on my other tit – and just the right size for my hands.”

I bite her lip looking at her.

She raises an eyebrow.

"Are you saying they are big? - She looks at me confused - Alexia, I've never had a girlfriend with bigger hands and longer fingers than yours"

She opens her mouth wide in offense, her eyebrows raised dangerously, while the sides of her mouth turn up in a smile.

Then, suddenly, she lowers herself towards my breast, biting it.

I groan in surprise.

It's not a painful bite, but it will leave a mark.

She smiles satisfied as she watches it.

"Looking at how you ask me to fuck you with my long fingers I wouldn't say it bothers you" she replies in a mock offended tone.

The tongue touching the edges of the bite.

I turn my head towards the couch, trying to avoid her gaze, my embarrassment clear from the color of my cheeks.

"Ale…" I gasp, not knowing exactly what he wants.

"Keep watching the movie, amor" she tells me, her voice betraying a trace of excitement, before resting her head on my sternum.

Her hand continues to play with my breast, the one towards the television, playing with the nipple, running it between his fingers, pulling it towards her.

[akamitrani]

Pls may you write an oneshort about F!reader treating Art's wounds after the fight with Sienna from Terrifier 3? I'm cravin that so badly rn, I'll leave the plot settings to you, tysmmm 😭😭

— Mercy —

Art the Clown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood, wounds, struggle, contains spoiler.

Summary: Art is injured and vulnerable. The reader, unknowingly crossing his path, stumbles upon him and makes an unexpected choice.

[A/N: A oneshot, short as requested. Tried making this a slight fluff, hope you like it. Also I must note, in this fic I pretend for a hot minute that he wasn't just slashed in his neck in the movie ☠️ Thank you for your request!]

Bleeding and battered, Art the Clown stumbled away from Sienna's house. His body ached from the fight, but his relentless drive kept him moving, his twisted grin still in place despite the pain.

He didn't look back as he fled into the first path he saw, leaving the chaos of the house behind him.

The alley was dark as he sprang towards it, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. Art staggered forward, his usual grin now marred by pain, clutching his side where Sienna's blade had torn through.

Each step was a struggle, he fought to stay upright as he round the corner, his legs suddenly threatened to give way beneath him and he collapsed against a brick wall for support.

Then, he saw you.

[ · · · ]

The night air was cool as you stepped out of work, tired but eager to head home. As you walked down the quiet street, something caught your eye – a dark, glistening trail on the pavement. Blood?

Curious and hesitant, you followed the trail, someone could be needing help and couldn't just ignore it. It led you to this alleyway. The trail grew thicker as you walked further, the air heavy, an unsettling stillness.

There, slumped against the wall, was the figure of a clown. His white face was twisted with pain, his costume stained with fresh blood. His head lifted slightly at the sound of your footsteps, his eyes locking with yours.

You stood there, frozen, your eyes wide as you recognized him. Art tried to lunge, a feeble attempt to reach you, but his legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees, gasping, his hand outstretched but powerless. He tried to push himself up again but his arms gave out this time, leaving him sprawled on the cold concrete.

You could have run. But instead, something inside you shifted. For a moment he looked almost pitiful, like a wounded animal too stubborn to die. The murderous glint in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something akin to desperation. Someone did need help, right? – With this in mind you took a step closer, cursing yourself mentally, this is fucking insane.

“If you try anything...” – you whispered to him – “I won’t hesitate.”

For the first time, Art’s grin faded, replaced by a flicker of something else – maybe curiosity? maybe disbelief? – as if he was trying to process the fact that someone, for once, wanted to help him. He simply stared, watching you, as you knelt beside him.

You stared at the wounded clown, every instinct screaming to run, but instead, you pulled a small first aid kit from your bag. Art’s eyes followed your every move, dark and unblinking, as you pressed a cloth to his bleeding side. He flinched but didn’t resist, allowing you to wrap a makeshift bandage around him, surrendering to your mercy.

“There, that should help” – you murmured, your voice unsteady but assuring.

Art’s response was unexpected – a bloodstained finger gently brushed your cheek, leaving a streak of crimson. His touch was surprisingly soft, not the brutal force you had feared.

Your breath caught, the alley around you disappearing as you locked eyes with him. It felt like a silent acknowledgment, a brief moment where he actually seemed grateful.

Pulling his hand away, Art gave a slight nod. It was a gesture so out of character that it left you stunned.

His grin returned and he pushed off of the wall, onto his feet, his movements less sluggish. The blood loss no longer a problem it seems. He glanced at you, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that almost made him seem human.

He reached into the deep, black bag he always carried with him, his fingers brushing against something. Scared he might pull a weapon you step back... to your surprise, he pulls out a single, dark rose. The petals were blackened at the edges, but still, it was a rose – oddly beautiful. With a slow, deliberate motion, he offered it to you, his eyes locking with yours.

You took the flower from him, bewildered by the strange act of kindness. Art’s lips curled into a big smile, the playfulness in his eyes lingering for just a moment before he turned and disappeared into the shadows. No goodbyes.

The night engulfed him whole, leaving you there with the rose and the memory of the clown who, just for a brief moment, had shown something like... tenderness.

Well – somehow, your act of kindness had spared you... At least for tonight.

[diorcities]

moon boy

pairing: haechan x fem!reader, afab!reader.

genre: fluff, smut.

content: breast groping, multiple orgasms, oral sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, haechan overstim himself, lazy sex overall. enjoy !

an: hbd to my beloved @djxia0 ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡

masterlist.

margaret atwood was right when she said «i exist in two places. here, and where you are» whenever your boyfriend was out of town. finding yourself looking for parallels of you in every romance. smelling fragrances that remind you of him. sounds. music. movies. books. overthinking. does he also remind you when he sees things? smiling for no reason other than your name showing up on his mind.

it's almost impossible not to look at him. his face calm, asleep peacefully beside you. the same hands that pinned you on the bed while making love to you after what felt like years away from each other, now lie lazily on your back, locking you in his chest, which slowly rises and falls. half-open fleshy lips, which make you want to kiss. a knot of limbs from the waist down.

you lose track of time. hours pass. minutes. or perhaps seconds until his eyes open, first waking up from his sleep, and then he watches you. he gives you a tired smile, before securing the grip and drawing you further towards him. “creepy woman,” he says, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “what you mean?” you ask, trying to play it cool. he hums. “you really have to love me to stare at me while i sleep.” little did you know that he did the same when you were sleeping a few minutes ago.

“i'm just afraid that someone will come and take you while i sleep.” he stops stretching his muscles to look at you, his hands caressing the skin on your arm. “i won't go anywhere.” haechan kisses you passionately, his lazy tongue playfully teasing yours. deepening the kiss as he hover over you, your hands go to his cheeks, while you melt at his caresses. feeling an entire galaxy explode within you. gently biting his puffy lips, trying to encapsulate the moment and make it infinite. he breaks the kiss and looks at you, searching for any other insecurity, but these have faded. “can you breathe with my weight on you?” he asks. nodding, you wish he knows that it's the only way to breathe you know.

your eyes move to the clock on the bedside table. he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, spreading small kisses on your skin. you haven't dressed since the last time you made love. your skins touch each other unscrupulously, feeling each other's warmth. caressing each part already explored. knowing each other's favorite spots. tracing paths on his back, wide and soft, hearing him sigh with pleasure. “would like to eat now?” you ask after minutes of comfortable silence. he hums in agreement. “some pasta?” you suggest, feeling him shake his head. “what, then?.” he comes out of hiding, and looks at you. eyes gleaming and hinting something you don't take long to guess.

haechan smiles drowsily, before kissing you carefully. he leaves short, deep kisses on your lips, more and more sloppy, until he slides his mouth down your jaw and down. his head is lost under the covers, as he leaves a path of kissing to your crotch. you move the fabric away in one movement, wanting to get drunk from the view. “you look so heavenly right now, honey,” he states, watching your breathing increase. “let me have a taste of you, i bet you taste just like you look.”

a lash of pure euphoria invades you when his tongue licks your folds, before feeling it in your clitoris, rocking it up and down. silky. tasting you. when he hums with bliss on the exposed skin, it sends electrical currents to your senses. his hands hold your legs open while delighting in your taste, eventually going to your breasts, rubbing his thumb on your nipples and cupping them in his hands as his tongue twirl and lick you like a starved man. bobbing his head, and moving it from one side to another as he can't get enough of you. hands pulling his hair when he hits just where you want it. “there, hyuck...” you breathe, “there.” while blinking and moaning, letting him know how good he was eating you out. feeling your mind blurring, and your heart beating erratically.

you gasp for air. “oh, h-hyck,” he delights every time you pronounce his name. he swears it's the most beautiful sound in the world. your body shakes when he sucks gently, back arching and toe-curling, raising your legs on his shoulders, revealing a now reachable area that his tongue soon attacks. your hands make the sheets fists when the pleasure is unbearable, when your muscles tense and relax again as the sweet ecstasy bathes you whole. haechan enjoys the view of you, drinking your naked body and the few love marks he made in the previous encounters, before hovering over you. his weight is distributed in one hand next to your head, while his is buried in your neck.

you receive him by rubbing his back, pulling him to you, and leaving little kisses on his shoulders. his available hand caresses your hips and thighs, and his lips spread love in all the areas he can reach. he does it until he gets tired, and then, brushes his length at your entrance. your excitement causes it to slip into you with ease, gently. wanting to drink and feel every stimulus, every reaction of your bodies to coming together. “so pretty, moaning my name,” he praises you, “so fucked. shit, i'd love to breed you.”

“push it all inside,” you plead, aching for him. “so greedy.” you bring your hands to his butt and push him in. a high-pitched moan leaves his lips, as his length buries deeper in your pussy. a giggle full of pleasure runs through you that ends in a whimper. you bite your lip, wrapping your legs around his waist as he adjusts in the proper position before starting to penetrate you. he takes his pace, feeling you take him so well. he thinks he's going to lose his mind if you keep moaning like that. with slow, deep strokes that drives you crazy.

his hands seek yours, interlacing your fingers with his. lips going to lips. soft moans filling the air as he pumps you just right. legs trembling on either side of his hips, bringing him closer, causing him to grind against you, rocking his cock side to side, and up and down inside you, stimulating forgotten areas that make you twitch under his weight. he has always known how to find those spots, make you feel this good. possessing the perfect size to fill you, to light fireworks in your chest.

his moans are melody to your ears, caressing his hair, letting him use you as he pleases. hearing him struggle to keep the pace, because it's so hard when you're wailing in his ear and throbbing like that around his stimulated cock. no stamina left. both drained from past encounters. fucking each other senseless. yet not able to stop until you have the last essence of the other. until the sky runs out of stars.

haechan seeks your gaze. making eye contact, you bathe in the warmth of his brown eyes, like taking a shot of espresso on a rainy morning. like melted chocolate. as love would feel. burning and blooming inside out as the climax devours and leaves only quivers that shake your whole body. haechan curses. “where do you want it?” he wants to know. he holds it until you answer “inside.” resulting in spasms that shake his body as he releases inside you. filling you with his hot cum, until he empties himself. he keeps rocking his hips into you while pretty whimpers falls from his lips. even though you're still drunk from your high, you can't help but tighten the grip on his waist, and let him fuck you again. “fuck,” he says with a raspy moan.

he can't have enough of you. you both can't have enough of each other. and he's been far from you for so long, that your high arrives just by grinding into each other. your body quivers due to the euphoria draining you completely, while you sense haechan's legs trembling, “o-oh fuck, love.” yet he doesn't stop. when he gets up to lock eyes with you, you catch his face contracted in an unbearable look, with furrowed eyebrows and eyes glossy, thrusting you with a sloppy pace. his breathing, ragged and uneven, let out drawn-out groans. forehead creased and cheeks painted with the prettiest shade of pink. “you're so beautiful,” you whisper, “cum in me, hyuck.” you push him in with your hands, and it's the only thing that takes him to finally reach his climax.

you trap him in your embrace until his seed starts to come out of you along with your arousal, unwrapping your legs so he can slide out of you once he passes his high, resting his length on your stomach.

“give me a minute, baby, i physically can't move right now,” he states, dropping all his weight on you, nuzzling his nose in your neck. lips awkwardly leaving small, wet kisses. “just absorbing how good you felt.” his hand rubs circles on your thigh while he hums, melting under the caresses that your fingers leave on his scalp. a minute passes and haechan doesn't move. “hyuck, love,” you call his name softly, but there's no answer.

he has fallen asleep again.

[mxrvelouss]

yall im trying to sleep but my throat hurts and i cant, so im just gonna write this (cringe) scenario that has been swimming around in my head all day. to the girlies who wanna be saved by a handsome man like mike schmidt.....this lil story is for u. i cannot believe i posted this

The Scene at the Mall | Mike Schmidt x Reader | Dual POV

warning: mentions of stalking, drinking, kidnapping, harassment

note: this is when mike is still working as a security guard at the mall, so prior to the events of the movie

here is the link to pt 2!

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Are they following me?

That's the thought that was in your head as you made your way through the crowded mall. You had gotten off work an hour ago and, after a particularly busy shift at the restauraunt, you decided to go the mall and spend some money. You deserved it; you had been waitressing nonstop the whole week. It was Friday night now.

When you had left a clothes store about five minutes ago, you saw two men standing at the entrance in your peripheral vision. You heard them whisper and chuckle, and they have been following you from a distance ever since- or at least you thought so.

I'm probably just overthinking, you thought to yourself. But...I don't wanna go out to my car, just in case...

You took a quick glance over your shoulder, and yep, they were still there. They looked away as soon as you made eye contact. Your heart started to pound.

The mall was closing soon, and the area had emptied. You were alone. What to do, what to do....?!

You were getting close to the main exit, but there was no way you were going to go outside in the dark now. So you turn on your heel and do a swift u-turn, now facing the men. They'll keep walking forward, out the door, and then I'll just find another exit in this direction.

As you walked toward them, you started to go diagonally, to get as far away from the creeps as possible. One of them, however, suddenly lunges towards you, the other one close behind.

"Hey, what are you doing here all by yourself?" one of them said, now in front of you, his breath reeking of tobacco and alchohol. There was a nasty grin on his face. The other sneered and crossed his arms.

Just keep walking, just ignore them, they're drunk...

But you couldn't move, like a deer in headlights. You were so freaked out that you didn't even notice the security guard who was suddenly at your side.

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Mike's POV

Today was a long shift. Mike had been at the mall since noon. And while he knew Abby was safe and sound at home with the babysitter, he was still anxious to get home to her.

He was making his way towards the main exit to prepare to lock the doors when he noticed a girl walking his way- quickly. He looked to the other side of the area, and two middle-aged men were eyeing her.

His heart started to pound.

When the men suddenly made their way in front of the girl, blocking her path, he was no longer at the mall. No, he was back in the forest, helplessly watching the car that took his brother away from him forever.

A voice screamed in his head. Help her!!

******

Protectively shoving you back from the men and forming a wall between you and them, the security guard spoke in a deep, intense voice. "Get out of here," he growled as he glared at the men. "Mall's closing."

The guard quickly turned over his shoulder, looking at you with worried eyes. "You okay?"

You were about to respond with a "yes" when one of the men reached for your arm before you could react. In a slurred voice, he says, "Aw, c'mon man, of course she's-"

The guard immediately turns and shoves him, hard, and the man's grip on your arm releases. You recoil, and the guard grabs both of the men by their shirts. His brown eyes are filled with fury. "I. Said. Leave."

Their alchohol-ridden minds finally take the hint, and they stumble towards the door as the guard follows closely behind. He shoves them out, quickly locking the door behind them.

He takes a deep breath, and turns to you again. You let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, oh my gosh, thank you." Tears fill your eyes and your body starts to tremble from the shock of what just happened. Great, now you just look like some sort of damsel in distress. "Sorry," is all you say as you wipe your eyes.

The guard looks at you with a soft smile and concerned eyes and moves in closer. You notice that he doesn't touch you at all; but even if he did, you would've allowed it. Everything about him, his voice, his presence- it just felt safe.

"You don't have to apologize," he whispers. "I'm glad I was here."

"What's your name?" you ask softly.

"Mike," he replies. The two of you sit down on a nearby cushioned bench, and the trembling starts to stop as he quietly sits by your side. You look up at him, and, to your suprise, now tears are starting to form in his eyes, too.

You wouldn't find out until years later why exactly he cried that night, or why saving you from those men was so personal to him. But that night, as Mike sat with you for a while and, when he was absolutely sure there was no danger, walked you out to your car- you knew that he was the one.

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guys this was so cringe ik BUT ITS MIKE SCHMIDTTTT ok goodnight im sorry

[jadevoir]

SEALED WITH A KISS - Rhea Ripley

AN: So i actually got a 50/50 response for my poll so now you guys get a fluff bc i wanted to write one! So sorry its been a little bit

- Based on Rhea’s injury to her leg during Monday night RAW against Liv/Dom

Sum: Rhea hates being injured, complaining to you that it makes her feel weak, so you try your best to cheer her up

TW: Mention of injury, slight angst(?)

Word Count: 802

Rhea Ripley x Reader

“I’m so sick of it! A pro wrestler made out of paper!” Her voice rang out through your shared home, the sound of objects thudding to the floor and faint cracking made you look up and over your computer.

A small frown graced your features, shutting the laptop in front of you and rising to your feet. You weren’t sure what you could say to her, she was wrong in her thinking of course, but all paths lead to her constantly being hurt back to back.

Your head peeked around the corner of the kitchen and you saw her leaned over the island, eyes screwed shut and her injured leg moved back and forth as if she was stretching the limb, trying to make it feel better and miraculously heal itself right then and there. You couldn’t help but frown at her current situation, obviously she didn’t mean to get into something like this, but her being at her wits end made you feel helpless as to what you could do

As quiet as can be, you maneuvered around the corner, your hand moving onto her back and one supporting her as she moved to look at you.

“Why don’t we go sit down? I’ll get some ice and we’ll just have a little date on the couch”

Even more of a frown graced your features as she painfully just nodded and used you as a balance to get herself to the couch. You slowly helped her down and gave her a kiss on the head, scratching at the back of it like you knew she loved.

Not before long, you too were cuddled up on the couch watching some sort of movie she picked out, you weren’t really watching the movie and you could tell Rhea’s mind was somewhere else. Without much thought, you grabbed the remote and paused the movie, hand moving toward her injured leg and applying feather light pressure in a circular motion. You watched her face as it contorted to a confused look which turned into a look of relief

“You know that mistakes happen, especially in your career choice, injuries heal, and things get better.” You spoke softly, heart skipping a beat as your lover sighed heavily and opened her mouth to speak while running a hand through her hair

“It just never seems to end, I don't understand how I can keep getting injured like this..” Her voice cracked, making you stop your movements on her leg, only to be nudged back to it quickly. Of course you’ve seen her vulnerable, but when it comes to her career and her health, it seemed to way down on her more than anything.

“It’s just not fair, it feels as if I'm too weak, why do I even try?” The way the words kept tumbling out of her mouth made you cringe, you hated when she talked badly of herself, and right now that was all that seemed to be going through her head.

You pulled her to your chest, running your fingers through her hair and listening to her bated breath. If it was someone else you wouldn’t be sure what to say, but when it came to your girlfriend, it always seemed to form.

“You’re never too weak baby, look at how far you’ve gotten even without injury, that fight is still there, you know that. Maybe this is your chance to get that break you always deserved,”

You waited for her to nod her head in understanding before you continued.

“With the right time and care, everything can fall into place, you’ll be the best you ever have been with this injury, you’ll learn from it, grow from it of course, and become the best you that the world is gonna see”

At the end of your words you felt a patch of your shirt wet, her body slightly shaking before she took a big breath in and hugged you tightly. Strong arms seemed not so strong as they trembled and held you with a gentle grasp that made you almost cry yourself. She was your rock, always there to support you and get you through hard times, and now, you fell into that role for her.

You fell into a rhythm of kissing her head and rubbing her back, the woman slowly calming down and you could feel how tired she was getting. You almost offered to sleep on the couch, but knowing that you both wouldn’t fit you stumbled your girlfriend to your shared room.

Almost immediately she reached for your hand as you moved to the other side of the bed, giggling softly, you crawled next to her, hand caressing her cheek before you kissed her gently.

“Thank you…” She mumbled softly, eyes getting overpowered by sleep

“Of course my love”

[milkytheholy1]

The big screen

Request: Hello ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

Can You do a Rise Leo x a crush fem reader were the reader is an actor for a movie as the maniac villan but she is very shy irl (maybe Leo finds a fan fiction about reader, would he read it? XD) Is ok if you don't want to do this 😅

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The air felt thick with the amount of smoke flourishing out of the toppled-over buildings, the outlandish sounds of innocent screams and car horns were blaring in the distance. You stood there, in a circle of broken glass and debris, smirking. Your hands twisted in an unnatural way, wavering around a deep red magic, glaring with dead eyes at those who crossed your path.

"This is your last chance," you all but hissed, fingers rigid and teeth bared, "Leave me alone!"

"Annnd cut! Alright everyone, let's do a reset! (Y/N) head to make-up for some touch-ups." yelled the director, swivelling back in his chair to face the monitors. The illusion of the fake world you played in dissipated as the green screens became more apparent, the smoke machine was turned off and the speakers blaring screams was muted. With a quick sigh and a sip of water, you headed back to your trailer, awaiting your turn for make-up.

The moment you saw your trailer come into view you let out a small smile, just a few minutes' rest would feel heavenly after such a long shoot. The second the door closed you let out a long sigh, the scarlet leather of your costume moving stiffly as you flopped onto the small bed.

Unbeknownst to you there was a figure sitting on the opposite side of the van, lounging on the sofas and making himself rather comfortable, "You. Were. Amazing!" he beamed, slamming his comic book down on the counter. You jumped, completely forgetting that you had invited, well snuck, Leo onto set today. Your cheeks soon matched your coat, as you started twirling strands of hair with your finger, "You really think so?"

"Uhhh, think so? I know so!" he beamed, "I was watching the whole thing from the catwalk, you were so cool!" he stood up and posed in front of you, "This is your last chance," he crooned, trying his best to repeat the line with the same delivery as you.

You couldn't help the giggle that slipped past your lips, "Perhaps you should go back out there instead of me, you're much more suited for this role than I am." you wanted it to sound like a joke, but deep down you knew there was a lingering feeling of truth in your words. Leo groaned, "I wish I could perform out there, but I would never be able to capture the unique beauty that is you."

God you almost wanted to swoon with how gentlemen-like he was being, "What if I wasn't meant for this role, we've already done so many retakes, I just don't think I'm getting this right." you looked down towards your knees, drawing patterns in the fake dried blood and dirt. Leonardo frowned, moving to sit by you and your extremely delicate costume; which he made a note to avoid touching.

"It's normal to have reshoots and whatnot, that's show business, baby!" he keened, jazz hands reluctantly following closely behind him. But when you didn't smile he knew he needed to jack up the sincerity.  

"Heeey, you're doing amazing! There's not another actor or actress who could nail a role like that, other than you, of course." he brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, willing you to look at him.

"Besides, they choose you, after all. Right? You were asked to audition by the director, they chose you to play this part! That's got to mean something hasn't it?" his wide smile was infectious, it slowly but surely made its way onto your face too, "I guess you're right?" you mewled.

A knock at the door broke you both apart, Leo inclined to hide in the shadows of your trailer. With a timid voice, you spoke up "Who is it?"

"It's Tyler, the intern, I'm here to take you to hair and make-up."

You nodded your head, not like this Tyler was going to see it anyway. You turned to Leo with a grimace evident on your face, "I have to go now, I wish I didn't have to though."

"Hey, you're gonna make a killer movie!" Leo bribed, "Plus you're gonna win so many awards, maybe even an Oscar! Which I'm totally tagging along with, by the way."

You couldn't help the snort, "Go get 'em, tiger." Leo smiled, giving you an earnest thumbs up. You nodded your head, took a deep breath and swung the door to your trailer open. You were ready and you were gonna nail this. And who knows, maybe you will win an award or two?

"And the winner for best actress of the 2024 Oscars, goes to....(Y/N)!"

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 15: Temperature play

Lately they had been experimenting with new things in bed, James had been somewhat shy at first but now he was the one bringing new spicy propositions. It was like they were in mating season or something, because they couldn't keep their hands off each other at any time.

You were having a steamy make-out session on the couch, the movie you had been watching had become just background noise, James' hands were roaming up and down your legs and buttocks, you were stroking the back of his neck and tangling your fingers in a few strands of his hair.

"There's something...I'd like to try" he murmured between kisses, you smiled because you knew an idea was coming that would probably leave your legs shaking, you looked into his eyes and bit your lip.

"What's it about Het, what will you do with me this time?" You moved closer to him, leaving a path of kisses from his jaw to his neck, you heard him gasp as he slapped your ass, you startled a little and laughed.

"Uh, well... Maybe I want to surprise you a little, that's okay?" he asks caressing your face tenderly, you melt at his show of affection and nod "You could go to the room, I'll be there in a moment.... I need some things for what we are going to do."

You look at him curiously but agree, you give him one last kiss before going to the room. You wait for a couple of minutes and he comes back with a bowl full of...ice? You arch your eyebrow and gii a bit sheepishly, already imagining what's on James' dirty mind.

He left the bowl on the bed and leaned over you to kiss you, his hands working to remove your shirt and bra. He pulled apart to see your breasts, cupped them in his hands and looked at you as if asking for confirmation of what he was about to do, you nodded.

He took one of the ice cubes and put it between his lips, he moved closer to your tits and run the frozen piece across your nipple, your body immediately reacted making your skin bristle, it was a little strange feeling but it made you squeeze your legs together because it made your pussy contract. You both looked into each other's eyes, you stroked his hair and pushed his face towards you so that he would continue.

The cold wetness against your sensitive skin made your body tingle a little, James' lips brushed deliciously having made it feel so fucking good, his hand went down and pushed one of your thighs open, the wet spot on your panties gave away how horny you were, he smiled haughtily and slipped his fingers under the fabric to proceed applying pressure to your clit.

A squeal came from your mouth and you couldn't help but pull harder on James' hair, causing his mouth to crash against your nipple, the ice burning the little mound which caused a wave of moans; it felt so good, you arched your back for more of that stimulation as you rolled your hips, looking for him to play with your sensitive spot.

"That...seems to feel good, huh?" his voice has a playful tone to it as he licks the water from his lips, you give him a soft smile and that's when he has you lay back, he spreads your legs and putting another ice in his mouth, he goes for your pussy. The cold sensation against your warm folds is almost too much to bear, you scream out his name and grab the sheets, his cold tongue crawls up your slit until he starts to thrust into your hole, he eats you with the ice still in his mouth, the melted drops sliding down the crack of your ass and making you tremble with pleasure, two of his fingers massaging your clit.

"James...I'm close" you gasp, closing your eyes as you feel the familiar tingle heralding your climax. Suddenly, you feel two fingers enter you, you didn't know at what point he had stuck them in the bowl with ice so they were completely cold inside you, they moved quickly hitting the sweet spot inside you, it was all it took for you to come spurting all over his fingers and mouth.

Your eyes were slightly averted as you came to, little spasms crossing your hips as you breathed hard. When you managed to focus your vision, you saw the mess you had made on James' face, his chin was dripping with your cum and yet he was grinning from ear to ear as he licked his lips, tasting you.

"As soon as you recover, I want you to suck me with a cold mouth baby" You caressed his cheek and giggled dumbly, giving him an affirmative look. Oh, you'll do more than give him a blowjob, he deserved it.

James from 1986 because I know he was a little shy but he would be horny all the time.

[obislittleone]

The Winner Takes It All

Episode 12

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: this might be the saddest one... or maybe I'm delusional and it can only get worse from here. Anyways, death, canon typical violence, drowning, my sweet baby Lukas is trying his best as always... oh yeah a hUGE AMOUNT OF ANGST

Chapter Summary: This is the endgame, there are four tributes remaining. Who will live, and who will die? The choice has never been up to the tributes.

Word Count: 3.8k

my live action cinderella dress (movie accurate) is finally done so expect me to have a lot more editing time. I will also probably have more writing time so expect some endings to unfinished series.

“He had f-feelings for me?” Lukas was dumbfounded. The poor kid didn’t even get to tell you. He tried to speak, opened his mouth to do so, but froze upon not knowing what he could possibly say in response. Maybe just start with the truth.  “He did,” his head fell when the words finally escaped. “I’m sorry, he wanted to tell you.”

You’d been silent. Not quiet, but absolutely silent. Lukas didn’t try to make you be anything else… but he did have to keep you moving. It wasn’t much later in the day, but the sun was already setting. The minimal amounts of light only being shown through the small openings of the tree canopy. It was harder to tell where you were going. Nothing looked the same as it did yesterday, or the day before. You could swear you’d walked through here to get to the stream, but the path had somewhat changed along the way. 

As drowned in your thoughts as you’d been right after it happened, your entire body, including your brain, had been numbed to Rodey’s death. His blood was still on your hands. Figuratively and literally. You didn’t stare at it too long, forgetting to let your gaze linger on anything except the path ahead, and Lukas, who was three steps in front of you. 

You both were half of the remaining tributes. It was a miracle you both had made it this far, but now that the numbers had dwindled, there were two other tributes left who were hunting the both of you. It was better to keep moving than to sit like a duck and let one of them take their victory. 

The longer you went without finding the stream, your need for freshwater had grown exponentially. It was strange how the past few days it would rain for hours, but now that you actually needed water it ceased to exist… in a literal rainforest. That was the peak behavior of a game maker, to play sinisterly. 

“We can stop here for now. Maybe if I can get up one of these trees I’ll be able to spot the stream again.” 

You barely minded what he was saying, giving a small nod to at least show you heard him. You didn’t care much to speak anymore, not even to the person who you felt the most patience from. He was doing fine without the constant dialogue of the days before, and you knew he’d be fine without it till the end. He was going to win, there was no doubt in your mind. You’d thought that perhaps it could be him or Rodey, but Rodey died saving you. Now you would do the same for Lukas, whenever the situation finally came. 

You sat down, back against a tree trunk and head dropped forward, eyes making an instant connection with the dried blood on your body. Even if you scrubbed at yourself for hours, there was no chance you could get rid of it all. You have the blood of two allies on your hands, now. That’s as many as you’re willing to have. 

Lukas had set down his pack, starting to climb the roots and knots of the tree’s enormous base, when a tiny parachute descended straight towards him. You looked up when you heard the familiar sound it made, watching it fall into the boy’s hands. 

“Head’s up,” he called, tossing you one of two canteens full of water. You took it gratefully, beginning to drink up as much as you could take. 

Lukas smiled before looking down to the note included. 

Talk to her for me, tell her it’s not her fault. - F

He sighed, trying to come up with any ideas on what he could possibly say. There’s no way to know if she’ll even be open to a conversation. There’s no indicator that she even wants to speak at all. But this is a sponsor that keeps them from having to exhaust their resources, and Finnick asked for something simple in return. He doesn’t understand why Finnick is so dead set on coddling you in this arena. It’s not like things are going to get any better from here. It’s an absolute fact that the time can only become worse, until everyone meets their end but one. 

But against his logic, and against what his brain is telling him, his gut wants to follow his mentor’s instructions… So he does. 

He sits beside you at the base of the tree, his own canteen in hand and his pack in the other. 

“Listen, I know you don’t wanna talk about it,” he assumed, given the fact that you’ve literally said nothing since it happened. “But what happened, it wasn’t your fault. You know that, right?” 

You reasoned with the scene over in your head, and the only way it didn’t end the same way is if he didn’t choose to jump in front of you. It was hard to think about, because you feel responsible. He wouldn’t have jumped if you weren’t there. But if you weren’t there, she’d only have him to charge at. It all ends the same every time. He was faster than you, braver than you. He would have stepped time and again, and you couldn’t stop him. 

“He s-saved me. It was f-for me.”

“I know.”

You closed your canteen and let it roll out of your hands and onto the ground next to you, curling your legs to your chest and trying to comfort yourself. You really didn’t want to talk about it, but if he was adamant for you to do so, it was going to be on your terms. 

He seemed to be stumbling for more words, and only came across some having rambled a thought from his head. 

“I wish he’d never told you…”

“T-told me what?”

He hadn’t caught onto the fact that you had no idea what he was talking about. So like a dumbass, he kept going. 

“About his feelings for you. I told him a few days ago it could only hurt you. Then again I also told him it was a good idea so I guess we were both stupid,” his rambling of a response made your eyes widen in both shock and anger. 

“He had f-feelings for me?”

Lukas was dumbfounded. The poor kid didn’t even get to tell you. He tried to speak, opened his mouth to do so, but froze upon not knowing what he could possibly say in response. Maybe just start with the truth. 

“He did,” his head fell when the words finally escaped. “I’m sorry, he wanted to tell you.”

For some reason, this information didn’t hurt you as much as it should. Instead, it angered you. How could he possibly have been so stupid to sacrifice himself in the name of feelings for someone he’d only recently met? How could he have given up a possible win, just to show his devotion. Had it been an instinctual move of protection, you could have accepted it… but no. 

“I s-should be dead r-right now. All these p-people around me, dropping l-like flies. And I’m still h-here.”

“Don’t say things like that. Look, I get it. You feel responsible…”

You nodded, because yes, you absolutely did. Your ally’s blood is on your hands, and no matter how many times you scrub it away, it will always be there. 

“But I feel responsible for you. I’d rather it be any of them than you, understand?” He finished off, his look of seriousness piercing yours of confused emotion. Sadness, anger, guilt. Probably more, but you can’t identify them.

You nodded, but his words didn’t make you feel any better. If anything it just made things worse. He was still trying to protect you, and you couldn’t stand losing one more ally. Especially not him. He had to be the one to make it out of here. You’d been thinking about it so much more the past several hours, now that only four remain. You’ve only gotten this far because of your allies, but now they are almost gone. It’s on the verge of every man for himself, but you know Lukas won’t let you die on your own. If it comes down to the two of you, you have every intention of throwing yourself from the top of a tree so he can go home. You don’t think you’ll survive the other two tributes, however. 

“You’re g-going to win, y’know.”

He sighed, looking at the ground and shrugging. Maybe they are true, the things that you say. He just hopes they aren’t. 

“I’m not so sure anymore. If I were a gambling man, I’d have to put money on you.”

“Well then it’s a g-good thing you don’t gamble,” you smiled, trying to expel every other feeling you had, and only hold onto one emotion at a time. The air was light, just around the two of you. Old friends, fighting for their lives, but they can still make the other smile, or laugh. It’s simply what friends can do. 

Lukas hopes that he doesn’t leave this arena without you. He is praying to anyone that can hear his thoughts that if he watches you die, he’ll die too. It’s not like he has anything to go back to, anyway. 

“Promise m-me something, for when you get h-home?” You asked, his curiosity piqued. “Promise me that you’ll take care of m-my family. My brother, make sure he d-doesn’t ever have his name in the bowl more than it h-has to be.”

He smiled. He hadn’t even thought about his own family, his mother. Probably because he didn’t consider her to be so, anymore. 

“I promise, if I get out of here, I will.”

“T-thank you, Lukas.” 

He leaned against you, his head resting on the tree while your own head was on his shoulder. You’d be perfectly content with dying if you could just drift away like this. Everything now was peaceful, and you’d left no stones unturned. Your family would be taken care of if Lukas lived, you know he’s good on his word. You know that having spoken with him, and even sitting here with him now, you will have resolved everything with him. There’s nothing else you need to know… except-

“Lukas?”

“Yeah?”

“W-why did you volunteer?”

He took a deep inhale beside you, then went stiff as the reasoning coursed through his mind. He could lie and say it was an impulsive mistake. He could come up with literally a million other things that would sound plausible for any kid on why they would do something so stupid. But he wasn’t any kid, and you weren’t just some bystander. You were his best friend. Either of you could die any moment, so he wanted to make sure you got nothing but the truth. 

“The morning of the reaping, my mom and I had that argument,” he recalled. You nodded along, remembering the scene vividly. He hadn’t been himself until he’d gotten on a boat. The water always seemed to calm him down. “I’d been feeling better after work, but I went home to shower and get dressed.”

He stopped for a moment, his brow furrowing as he tried to bring it all back into recollection. The nasty look on his mother’s face, the way she swore at him and spewed her insanity. Thinking back to it now, him volunteering is just what she wanted. It would have been better to refuse volunteering out of spite. 

“She told me I would never measure up to my father, and that there was no point in trying. When I asked her what she wanted from me, she told me she wished I had died in his place.”

Your hand immediately found his in a tight and reassuring grip when you heard this. It was just like his mother to go off and say some shit like that. Something that would scar him the rest of his life and force him to go immeasurable lengths, and for what?

“I told her I would volunteer if she wanted me dead so badly. She said I might as well, because it would be the only way to bring some pride back to our family. The sad thing is, I didn’t regret it until they called your name…”

“I’m s-so sorry,” you whispered to him, barely heard above the humming and buzzing of the rainforest. You clung to him, hoping that this could bring the smallest semblance of comfort in a place that exudes horror and danger. He clung right back to you, being still in your embrace as it was one of normalcy. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hug you, or look at you, or talk to you. Even simply being in your presence wasn’t something he was going to take for granted, because he knew that soon, he would never be able to again, whichever way it went. 

-

The day continued on, and the sun was setting much faster than you would ever anticipate. Probably because it wasn’t a real sun, and any glimpse of normalcy was non-lasting. It couldn’t be, because there had to be reminders that this was not the wilderness, and you were not safe. You would die any second. There were only four tributes remaining. You could imagine that things were getting tense back in the capitol. You couldn’t imagine the kid from eleven had garnered much of a fan base with Lukas being the prized tribute this year. You doubted the girl from one was getting any special attention, either. Not that they needed it. Estelle was most definitely the most qualified remaining tribute, a career who has trained for this moment all her life… but still, you’re sure Lukas will win it from her. 

While walking in the marshy rainforest, you’re quickly reminded how easily this game can end. 

You hear a branch snap a bit down the trail behind you, and you freeze. 

“Lukas…” you whisper, drawing the knife from your hip. 

He heard another branch, and turned his head, the boy named Brock from eleven quickly approaching, with Estelle on his heels. Whether or not she was chasing him, no one could be sure, but they both had a determined look in their eye, and all it took was one word for you to bolt ahead like lightning. 

“Run.”

The branches below you snapped in half, the pressure of your rapid footsteps was intense enough to squash any animal or snake that dared slither into your path. 

You could hear Lukas’ hard breath intake, as he was passing you every few seconds, then trailing a step behind, only to look back and make sure they weren’t gaining too quickly… except for they were. This was going to end in a face off, whether you liked it or not. You couldn’t run forever, and it was just a matter of time. You were ready to die, and you would protect Lukas. 

You tripped over your steps, holding your hand out to stop Lukas in his tracks before he fell. 

Well, at least you’d found the waterfall. The only downside is, you were at the top of it, having run onto a ledge that was at least a thirty foot drop into deep waters, raging from the pressure of the falls. There was no way you were making that jump without drowning. You’d probably have a heart attack on the way down and die before hitting the water. 

“W-what do we do?” You turned to your counterpart, and he whipped his head back at the two approaching tributes. 

“We’ve gotcha, now!” Estelle could be heard shouting, the sound getting far too close for comfort. It was now evident that they had been teamed up on this effort. “Nowhere to run!”

Lukas yanked your arm, pulling you beside him. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked sincerely, the look in his eyes made you scared, like he was thinking irrationally, and he was… but it was all he could come up with. 

“Yes,” you nodded, but grabbed his hand which was still on your arm. “Lukas?” 

He didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t answer your call of his name. He didn’t even give you a second to understand what the hell he was about to do. He just did it. 

Within a moment, gravity became your enemy, and you went flying backwards off the edge of the cliffside, arms and legs flailing as you screamed all the way down into the waters. You sucked in a quick breath before being  fully submerged, hammered down by the constant onslaught of heavy water. 

Lukas took off, running away while the others were distracted by your fall into the depths. He ran towards the forest again, trying to jump logs and dodge trees, anything that could make their path to him harder. 

Brock was still looking over the edge, having been surprised by the play of events. 

“Let’s go, we can’t let him get far,” Estelle pulled him by the shoulder, turning him to the rainforest patches again.

“What about the girl?” 

Estelle scoffed, “We’ll hear a cannon in a few minutes, she can’t swim.” 

And with that, they took off.

Immediately being in water, the panic set into your mind. You were clawing around, trying to make it out, reaching out for anything that you could use to pull yourself up… but with the pressure beating down over you, you sank deeper, and deeper, with no savior to jump in after you, now. This was it. This was the moment you had to choose. 

Live, or Die.

Last time you chose to die, but there was nothing on the line. Lukas is on the line now. He is the only person you swore you were going to protect in this arena, and you had to find a way out of here if that was going to happen. 

You tried to quiet your mind, to forget the past and just how much you hated being in this water. You were ignoring just how badly your arms ache while attempting to paddle to the surface. You forgot it all and remembered the boy you’ve known since childhood. You remembered all the times he stood up for you against the kids mocking your stutter. You remembered just how much he’s done for you and is still doing for you… and suddenly, your head breaks through the surface, and you’re able to crawl into the small cavern behind the waterfall. 

You start heaving breaths, rapidly letting the air tear through your lungs, now that they had access to air in the first place. You smiled to yourself once you were able to get high enough on the rocks to stand. You survived. You’d been dealt a hand that was completely out of your favor and you managed to climb out and breathe the air around you. 

Your excitement was immediately cut off when you heard a cannon sound. 

You didn’t waste a minute in climbing the rocks as fast as you could, albeit a little clumsy from having wet hands and shoes. Your mind raced, and you hoped that your heart pounding would be eased, and you would be wrong about your suspicions. 

“No, n-no,” you shook your head, running into the rainforest and looking around frantically. You took several turns, and couldn’t see anything or anyone, but you had your knife drawn anyway. You were practically panting by now, the heaviness in your breath never dwindling. 

The minute you came to a clearing, your eyes falling on the person in front of you, your eyes watered with tears. 

“Lukas,” you slid down to your knees next to his limp frame, pulling him into your lap to hold him. “Wake up. W-wake up, Lukas, I’m h-here.” 

He didn’t budge, but as you rocked him, you were able to see the source of this tragedy, the trail of blood, streaming from his chest and over his body in gushes. It was all over your hands, and it was all over your arms. It was all over you. You were covered in his blood, just like you were covered in Rodey’s dried blood. You’d let another ally sacrifice themselves for you. You swore you wouldn’t. 

This wasn’t just another ally, and this wasn’t just a tribute you’d met a week ago. This was the best friend you’d ever had. The person who grew up alongside you into a wonderful man. He was the person who comforted you when you felt too embarrassed to go to a family member. He was the boy who’d complimented you when no other boy would dare. He was the one who brought you shells every morning from his walk to the docks. And now he is the boy who’s blood you are covered in, crying over miserably. 

You can’t bring yourself to part with him, to let him go. You know if you do, something different will become of you. Something you have never been before. So you don’t. You cling to him, and you cry, and you let the thunder that begins to rumble above you reflect your emotion. It’s been a day since it’s rained in this rainforest, but even still, the rain doesn’t pour, it only trickles slightly. Enough to remind you that despite this loss, and despite the fact that you will never be the same, you are still in this arena, and there is only one way out. 

You raise your head, and hear another sound of a cannon. You look around, but there is no sign of movement or of other tributes. 

There’s only one left, and despite what you’ve said since the moment you entered this God forsaken place, despite your morals, and despite these tributes not being your real enemy, there is only one thing on your mind, and you will not rest until you’ve attained it…

As you move to stand, you roll Lukas’ body on his back, placing his hands over his chest to be at rest. You hate that this is how his story ends. You want to bury him, you want to give him a proper memorial, but you know this arena will be scrapped by the capitol for next year’s use, and this spot will be desecrated soon after you arrange it. So you’ve decided you will raise a memorial of him back home, when you arrive there. 

Your tears are still running hot, but there’s a new fire under them that hadn’t been there before. There’s an anger you’ve never felt before. There’s a glint in your eyes that will not be satisfied.

You turn your head at the familiar sound of an incoming parachute, the contents of the container seem to be large, as there’s an entire box being lowered in. You watch it fall to the ground, in disbelief at the sheer size of it alone. It comes up to about your knees, and you wonder, what could Finnick have sent me?

You flick open the top, and immediately see the contents of the inside. Rope, lots and lots of rope. Several carabiners are included that could be used for rock climbing, but you know, and he knows, that’s not what you have in mind. 

You pick up the note, two little wet spots appearing from the tears in your eyes, and the rain from above. 

Show no Mercy… - F

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[n3onstarss]

OMG THERES NOBODY TALKING ABOUT LYLA OUGH IM FIXING THIS RIGHT NOW

So, here's Lyla x Spider-Woman reader! She may be OOC, but I'm using what I've analyzed from what I've seen (haven't seen the movie, but it's all been spoiled so it's whatever lol)

Blood, injury and panicking are all present, alongside some oblivious crushing on both sides :)

•••

Lyla knew how dangerous it was to be a Spider-Person. After all, she had been created for the sole purpose of helping one of said spider people.

But Miguel was tough. I mean, all spider people are, but he had trained to be Spider-Man. He hadn't been bitten, he hadn't been thrown into this like the rest of the spider people, or at least as far as Lyla knew.

So when she was scanning her screens and got a notification about a fight on Earth-921, she hurried to check in. The notification hadn't said who needed backup, only having a voice message attached, but it was requested.

She knew immediately who's dimension it was, and she knew how stubborn you were. You wouldn't call for backup unless you really fucking needed it and urgently

Oh. My. God if shes dead I'm going to kill her! The thought crossed her mind briefly, and only amplified Lyla's panic. The thought of being the first to respond, only to find you dead? terrified her.

---

My webs were launching and pulling me almost faster than I could keep up, attaching to surrounding buildings and sending me swinging in tight circles and loops around the villain I was battling.

"Too fast for ya, scales?" I teased as I let myself slide under the villains tail like an Indiana Jones movie. My version of The Lizard was more gator like, reminding me of Leatherhead in the TMNT comics I'd seen. And the cherry on top, he was pissed the fuck off. a low rumbling growl emitted from the gator as he span to keep up, trying to find a window of attack, a moment of weakness.

I launched myself as high as I could go when his back was turned, slingshotting myself off two tall apartment complexes, hollering all the way and laughing like a crazed woman. Staring up at the sun, I thought I could touch the clouds like this. The adrenaline rush was amazing, it was part of the reason I kept doing this! I turned and let myself free fall carelessly for a moment before resuming my circling attack pattern.

It only lasted a moment longer before my head snapped to the side when I thought I saw a civilian, a child, standing just inside a convenience store. Without really thinking my webs adjusted my path towards the child. I had no game plan, no idea what I was doing, but I'd work it out, I always did.

But I forgot the most important rule, never turn your back to a villain.

A heavy weight slammed itself into my back, winding me. Sharp obsidian claws wrapping around my shoulders and throwing me backwards. As i hit the ground concrete tore open my suit and back as I tumbled head over heels, and not in the fun way, along the road. Skipping like a pebble and leaving cracks and torn up asphalt in my wake.

I couldn't catch my breath, having been effectively winded again by the final impact, but I forced myself to me feet. I was hunched and swaying side to side when I called for backup, pressing the panic button and leaving a message as instructed as I thwiped into the skies again one handed.

"Heyyy, it's me," I held the watch near my face as i moved, trying to keep the audio undistorted, "Uhhhh I don't know how to explain this but The Lizard got into super crack or something methinks and he is PISSED. I could really use some backup right now!" I cut off with a scream as he swiped at me again, lodging a claw in my calf that i kicked free with my other foot. I hissed in pain and my voice cracked as I spoke again, "Yeah, definitely need backup haha! anyways, civilians in the area, angry croc, destroyed property, y'know the gist. Thankssss!"

I continued my streak of circling, attacking, hissing at a injury i hadn't noticed, and repeating until I ran out of juice. My arms were exhausted and I was nearly out of web fluid. I used some of the last to (finally!) seal the wound on my calf. The Lizard turned to face me now, face to face on the ground, or as face to face as you can get to a 8 foot or taller gator.

"Pick on someone your own size!" I quipped as he threw the first punch. "Or don't." I muttered under my breath, pissed off at the situation and myself for letting it get to the point I needed backup.

The Lizard and I circled each other, fists raised and growling at each other. I faked him out a few times to lighten the mood and provoke him, but he didn't react.

After a minute or so more a golden light and figure appeared on my watch, and The Lizard took that time to charge.

"WHAT are you DOING??" I asked slash yelled as I dove under the villain, dropping to the ground to avoid being grabbed.

"Backing you up! You did call for backup, didn't you?" Lyla spoke, voice full of worry and yet smug. She leaned around where the watch and therefore her were held at shoulder height and her eyes widened a little as The Lizard began to turn towards us again.

"Ha! got me there!" The villains footsteps soon the ground as he ran, and my spidey-sense was going off like crazy, but I didn't move. "Did you alert anybody else? cause despite how much I love your company," I dodged under a punch and spun to kick The Lizard in the gut, sending him flying, "There are civilians in the area."

Lyla scoffed, striking one of her signature poses before speaking again, "Of course I alerted someone! I sent out a general notif, Noir said he's on his way and so did Peni."

Relief flooded my body for a mere moment before I launched into a backflip to dodge The Lizard. I felt like a bullfighter. An out-of-web-fluid bullfighter.

"Thank you Lyla, what ever would I do without you?" My tone was teasing, but my words were sincere.

"Die, probably." Lyla didn't miss a beat, she never did.

"That's for sure!" I got ready to run up a wall as The Lizard approached, but my leg wound started to open up again and i stumbled.

"What is that?!"

I was a little too busy dodging fists and trying not to inhale a shit tone of dust from a villain trying to trample or punch me currently to respond in full.

"Oh. Got cocky, got clawed, the works." I don't know why I was trying to appear nonchalant about something that was hindering. You don't need to look cool in front of Lyla, we've been coworkers since You were 16! that's 6 years!! but now you wanna act cool? God you're stupid!

A stray punch missed us by an inch, and Lyla looked worriedly at where the arm had been.

"Hey, you good?" I was worried that Lyla was worried. She was always so unbothered! It was worrying to see her scared

"If course! Why wouldn't I be?" She shrunk away from the next kick too. "I just think we should, IIIIII dunno.. leave?" Her hands were gesturing wildly as she spoke. A jaw snapped itself closed way too close to us for my liking.

"Hey dickhead!! we're trying to have a conversation here!" I yelled before biting into the closest limb to us, a leg.

"old ohn ight!" I tried to say as The Lizard reared up, shaking his leg violently. Lyla and I clung on comically as his leg flailed, her onto the watch and me onto his leg.

A flash of gold and red light caught the edge of my vision, and all three of us kept an eye on the portal. The Lizard halted his flailing for a moment, and I took the chance to readjust and sink my teeth in deeper. Lyla popped out of existence from my watch and i could see a glimpse of gold above Noir's wrist and he ran through the portal.

---

God this woman is a fucking idiot! First she's out of web fluid, then she's injured, and NOW she's clinging to a villains leg by the teeth!!

The light and colors indicative of a portal alerted me to backup arriving after what felt like eternity, but was only around 5 minutes when I checked the time. I glitched myself out of her watch and into Noir's.

"Heyy! so good to finally see you!" Sass drips like venom to the point even I can hear it. "So! rundown!" I started as Noir began his approach, "Civilians nearby, she's out of web fluid and her leg is cut open. Imma pop back over there and check on Her you got this, right? Cool, see ya!" I cut out before he can even speak.

---

Lyla popped back up on my watch, clinging onto the edge again even though she didn't need to.

"So! backup is here, and it's time for youuuu," she leaned over and poked the tip of my nose, causing me to scrunch it, "to retreat! You'll bleed put or lose a tooth like this," She gave up on hanging on, sitting with her leg crossed and inspecting her nail, rolling her head towards me to emphasize her point. "y'know?"

I narrowed my eyes at her jokingly before attempting a smile and nod and sinking my teeth in deeper. On the next kick I detached myself and let myself go flying, attempting a cool posed landing and failing when my bleeding leg buckled and gave out momentarily.

"dammit." i mumbled as I stood up fully and watched as Noir, and now Peni, who just ran past me, circled and tied up The Lizard. Lyla disappeared again as I turned to make a new portal to HQ.

---

"Hey hi me again! So, we're outta here because she need medical treatment," I relayed to Peni, pointing my thumb over my shoulder, "Good luck, aim for the legs cause shes a biter, have fun!" I glitched out again, leaving a shocked and confused Peni behind.

---

Lyla reappeared as I stepped through the portal, sitting on my shoulder in her pocket-sized version now that we were in her domain of HQ.

"Soooooo what happened again?" She spoke up. I could tell she wanted to know why I was struggling, so I explained as she leaned against my head on the way to the medbay.

I had to hobble with my right hand on the wall for support as we went, and in turn we received plenty of weird stares from any passing spider-people. I only caught it once in my peripheral, but Lyla flipped a group off.

We continued our journey, and I got lost in my thoughts. I have no idea what I would do without Lyla.

•••

sorry it's short! i tried my best sorry if it's OOC! from the clips I saw shes sassy and smug (Miguel backup scene) but also panics sometimes (Margo and her scene and also tracking the Spot) so i tried to incorporate that!! please send requests!

[opalimagines]

First Date

Rick asks you out on a date. Takes place on Halloween, shortly after the end of season three.

Rick Tyler/gn!reader

Warnings: None

"Are you doing anything for Halloween?"

Rick's question broke you away from your homework, and you looked over at him where he sat beside you on the couch. The two of you were studying at your house that night, having already had dinner together a couple of hours ago.

"I was going to pass out candy," you answered, tapping your pen against your notebook. "Probably watch a few movies."

Halloween was a bit of a complicated thing in your home. Your father did not enjoy the month of October because it brought back too many bad memories of his transformation into The Shade. The Halloween spirit of Opal's citizens still didn't do much to change his mood. But even with all that, he would always let you pick a costume and take you trick-or-treating. For the last few years, he allowed you to decorate the house and pass out candy to the smaller children. And you intended to do the same that year until Rick spoke again.

"The Lost Boys is playing at the drive-in. I thought we could go. As a date...if you still want that." But it sounded like you already had things set for Halloween, which didn't surprise him since it was only a couple of days away.

"Of course I do." Your cheeks burned as if your feelings for each other weren't already well known and out in the open. You hadn't expected him to ask you out so soon, but you didn't mind because he was back to his usual self. And you were glad he was being more obvious about it than you were when you asked him out. You smiled, knowing you'd rather spend that night with him. "I'd love to go with you. It sounds like a lot of fun."

Rick let out a little breath because if he was being honest, a part of him thought you could've changed your mind. Maybe in the process of helping him detox from the hourglass, you decided you didn't actually want him. But that worry turned out to be for nothing. "Great. I'll pick you up at 6."

"I'll be ready," you said as you went back to your homework.

As if you'd even be able to focus after that.

Rick walked up the path leading to your house, the sun already beginning to set. The lights and decorations covering the place were all lit—and moving, if they could do that—and you had a huge bowl of candy sitting out on the porch for once the trick-or-treating began. He knocked, and you opened the door immediately, absolutely beaming.

"You look great," tumbled out of his mouth instead of an actual greeting. But he meant it.

While you had spent quite a while finding the perfect outfit, you didn't look much different than usual. Neither did Rick, yet you still replied, "So do you."

Rick gestured back towards his car. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah." You shut the door behind you and locked it, closing the distance between the two of you. Rick smiled nervously as you walked to his car together, and he opened the door for you to get inside, your heart swelling at how adorable he was trying to be a good date.

He closed the door once you got inside and walked around the front, and when he took his seat, he looked over at you. He really shouldn't have been so jittery about this. Because when he really thought about it, the two of you had practically been dating for months without actually calling it that. Late nights spent studying, going out to Richie's just the two of you, having family dinners at your house, hanging out in your room for hours.

Hell, you'd slept in the same bed and cuddled for several nights just a couple of weeks ago.

But this felt different. Like he could easily ruin it all now.

"Hey," you called softly, reaching to take his hand. "Don't worry. It's only me." You hadn't expected the anxiety rolling off of him. Not to say you weren't a little nervous, too, but mostly, you were just excited. "I understand if you're not ready. This doesn't have to be a date."

"I'm ready," he assured you. "I've just never done this before, and I don't want to screw it up."

"You won't. You're doing fine." You gave his hand a squeeze. "Besides, I've never done this either, so even if you do mess something up, I probably won't even notice."

He'd forgotten about the fact that you also had no real idea what you were doing. You were both inexperienced in this kind of thing. "Thanks, that...actually helps."

"Just remember that it's like any other night we've spent together, only this time we're not hiding anything."

That advice worked like a charm because by the time the movie started, all the worry melted away. The two of you were hanging out together like you'd done so many times, and there was nothing scary about that. Even knowing that you were more than friends now.

He didn't want it to end, but eventually, he was walking you back up to your front door. "Thanks for coming. I had a great time."

"Me, too." You glanced at your front door, then back to him, not wanting the night to end either. "If you want, we can take the leftover candy down to my room and watch more movies. I've got Fright Night, Friday the 13th, The Thing..."

"Yeah, I'd like that." Luckily, Rick did have a liking for campy 80's horror films, but he knew he would've said yes no matter what movies you rattled off.

Grabbing the candy bowl, you unlocked the front door and led him down to the basement. You placed the bowl on the bed and went right for the cabinet under your TV. Rick took his sneakers off and sat up on your bed, watching you rifle through your tapes.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" You asked without looking back at him. "Hopefully, I have it."

He didn't even have to think about it. "Nightmare on Elm Street."

"Good to know." You pulled said tape out of the stack and stuck it into the VCR. "Nice choice, by the way."

"What's yours?"

In a gust of wind, you were throwing all of the extra pillows in the house onto your bed. You climbed on and arranged them against the wall so you could both be more comfortable. "You'll just have to wait and see."

Rick smiled, resting back against the mountain of pillows as you sat next to him, placing the candy bowl on both of your laps.

"Oh, I almost forgot." The air shifted again, and while you were exactly as you had been, the room was suddenly pitch black aside from the light of the TV. "We can't watch scary movies with the lights on."

He'd been a bit too distracted to notice they were on, and he was even more distracted when you leaned into his side as the previews played through. Rick hesitated a moment before lifting his arm up a little and speaking quietly. "Is it okay if I...?"

You grinned over at him, taking his arm and placing it across your shoulders, lacing his fingers with yours. There hadn't been any of that at the drive-in because it wasn't something that really worked in his car. "Rick, we've slept in the same bed. You don't have to be shy about putting your arm around me."

His cheeks flushed, and thankfully, you couldn't see that too well. "Right."

Snuggling into him, you let out a content sigh and grabbed yourself a piece of candy.

As far as first dates went, watching cheesy movies together all night was pretty damn perfect.

Fun fact: Fright Night is mentioned specifically because Charley's car is also a '66 Mustang (but it's a fastback unlike Rick's) and I thought that was interesting 😎

[whumpshaped]

Drabble #13

inspo masterlist

trigger warnings: implied captivity, past trauma, aftermath of having been kidnapped, breaking ties with family, self-deprecation

Len had no idea why he even took that route. It had been months, years, he didn't even know how many years, since he'd last taken this exact path. He thought he'd feel this… sense of nostalgia. Familiarity. He wanted to feel that. Instead, he didn't feel anything. Aside from the anxiety, of course, that one was a given, something constant in a life that had been turned upside down.

The houses looked the same, mostly. He couldn't remember that corner shop, and he could've sworn that house used to be painted beige instead of that strange, green colour. He would've remembered that, wouldn't he?

He pulled the jacket tighter around his frail body, the autumn wind chilling him to the bone. He should've brought a proper coat. He didn't think he'd be out here walking for so long, he'd given himself at most twenty minutes in his head.

Was he waiting for something to happen? Someone to appear and recognise him? He glanced in the direction of his old apartment - he could just waltz in there and say 'I'm back! You didn't think I'd ever come back, did you?' He shook his head at the absurd idea, but walked up to the building anyway. He pressed the button corresponding to the number he remembered.

"Hello?"

Ah. So it had been sold. Of course it had been. Maybe just rented, actually. If he turned up at the authorities, they would have to give him the apartment back, right? Maybe not. Probably not.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Right.

"Hi." What was he supposed to say? "I'm- looking for a man named Lennox Glazier? Do you know him?"

"Are you some kinda cop? Or detective? Kid disappeared like six years ago, can't you finally leave me alone? You people are gonna make me move out, and I'm going to sue for emotional damage." Click.

Six years. He'd been gone for six years. He didn't even know how to feel.

He stepped away from the door and began walking along the road. One step at a time. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. He considered his parents' house, but before he could even decide, someone opened the front door.

Mom.

His feet were rooted to the ground as he watched his mother take out the trash, something he'd seen her do hundreds of times, yet now it seemed like something out of a movie. He couldn't open his mouth to speak.

She seemed… normal. Like nothing had changed. Like he himself was still living across the road, and was simply coming to visit, like usual. She stayed outside for a smoke, and Len noted with some bitterness that his disappearance must've made her take up the habit again.

They locked eyes for just a moment, his mother glancing away immediately. Then she looked back, eyes widening. She dropped the cigarette, stepping on it hurriedly, rubbing her eyes like she was trying to get rid of a bad dream.

"Len?"

She took a few hesitant steps towards him, and for some reason, he couldn't do it. He couldn't look his mother in the eye, he couldn't get rid of that nasty voice in the back of his head, whispering 'she never came to the rescue, she let you be a pet for six fucking years'.

"Len?" he repeated, and it made his mother falter. She looked him over once more, head to toe, now doubting herself.

"It's- it's you, isn't it? Len? Please-"

"The kid who disappeared?" The words came easily, echoing the person from his apartment. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't know him."

"Oh."

That was all she said. She didn't push it. She didn't insist, or say she was sure it was him, of course she was, he was her son! She'd recognise him anywhere! She gave that small, resigned response and a quiet apology before slowly turning around and walking back to her house. His parents' house.

Were they strangers now?

Len didn't know when or how he found the strength to walk away. He didn't even know why he lied. One thing he knew for sure was that he didn't expect that reaction. He expected… more. Something that would've let him know she cared at all.

Six years was a long time, he supposed. Long enough for everyone to move on. To be annoyed with him for disappearing, but make their peace with it.

Maybe the world had become a better place without him in it.

~

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[sweetslemon]

ask game 11, 15, 17, 26

Thank you!

11: Best friend?

Friend going back from my high school days, i don't know how we got close because we weren't in the same class. She pushed me to be more outgoing because she's a social butterfly as much as she denies it, and we would go out and write letters to our future us and when apart frequent phone calls and written letters(she's a lietenant during her training couldnt use her phone) . We really wouldn't have imagined the course of life ahead of us cuz i see friends now in areas of interests we wouldve never imagined but people change mature or develop new paths and a bend in the road. She's who made me realize that because she is like that chameleon, and she has the talk ahd laugh that brightens everyone up but i also know she can act hyper and cheerful more she is depressed so we'd entered a period where we can meet up and chill not say anything but not feel awkward at all.

15: Favorite movie

To be perfectly honest i need to say light hearted marvel movies an disney cuz thats how simple i am but..

Spirited Away. This movie gives me certain feels, i love how it scared me as a child but it has an element of magic in it and because i'm feeling lost, the imagery of passing through a dark tunnel into the unknown or light gives me a sense of hope. And of course the music, i watch films half for scenery or cinematography and music (first i find the music from the film and then get interesred enough to watch it) and ghibli just makes beautiful ones

17: Someone you miss

Ironically my best friend because i've been shying away from my relationships because of my own personal problems for months, but i do wonder how she's doing and feel sorry cuz she's been through my toughest moments together. We'd eat every meal almost every day and go out for snacks every now and then that moving out and making our own group of friends felt like adulthood though we were way past kids now. Our politics or values can't be any more different but there's something going deeper, i hate to be the person ignoring texts or calls cuz im ashamed of myself or afraid i'll go on a 10 page tirade or worse, have nothing to say. I think about her sometimes when theres bad news about the military(women being assaulted)and spied on her insta to see she's ok . Im prolly gonna see her next month after i finish this one thing i'm working on

26: My biggest pet peeves

I'm sensitive towards myself and denser towards others and my surroundings so don't really care, but when people smoke heavily or/and put on cologne or perfume it's super hard trying not to cough to be polite but it does make me nauseare for the whole day or throw up. Sensitive to smells plus probably my allergies acting up. But really, not showering and covering it with deoderant is a terrible idea lmao. Men tend to have this feel

[multific]

Hi Everyone,

I'm writing this in order to clear a couple of things up regarding a fic I posed 2 weeks ago for Norman Nordstrom. I hate the reblog option so I'm dedicating this post to it.

This is not something I would usually do, so people who are not interested, please feel free to move on. Tomorrow, I will be back to posting regularly.

To sum up, what happened was I posted a work, and it was called out in the comments for being a continuation without giving credit to the original creator.

I would like to say that I am open to constructive criticism, I always have been. But I don't feel like this was constructive criticism on anyone's part.

I would like to start off by giving a little context and my side of the story.

I rewatched the movie Don't Blink, and while watching I was thinking of a story where the reader gives herself to Norman. Then, as I usually do, I went to read up on posts on AO3 and Tumblr. Then I went to bed, thinking of stories to write, not only for Norman but for other characters as well.

The next day, I started to write, and I didn't even realize what I was unintentionally writing.

Now everyone can ask how can I not notice something like this. But my answer would be that, I work, I have a family and a life, fanfiction is not the only thing on my mind all the time. I know its not an excuse, but its the truth.

Also, sometimes I get too excited about a fic and post it without fully reviewing it. This can lead to errors. I have been called out before for forgetting to add warnings for example.

Upon posting the work in question, a couple days passed and I got the first few comments asking if mine was a continuation of someone else's work. I went to the other creator's blog and read their piece. My honest reaction was 'Oh, shit, you guys are right' So, I added the credit and posted an explanation in the comments. It was not meant to be a continuation because I fully didn't even realize I based my story on theirs but I saw my mistake.

A couple days ago, as my time let me, I reached out to the other creator and apologized for my mistake, since I feel like she is the one I should look for forgiveness.

I left it at that thinking it was over.

But it wasn't, and it got to the point that this morning, I woke up to something I cannot continue to ignore.

I would call it a fight, which started in the comments under the piece.

I absolutely hate drama so I tried my best to ignore it all but as I said it got to a point where I no longer can.

I would like to say that I do not condone people sending hate/threats towards other people. Which is why I didn't mention any blogs here. Please do not send hate of any kind!

To me, fanfiction is an escape from reality for a couple minutes/hours, and it turned into something nasty and unnecessary in my opinion.

I know I should have realised my error and added the credit from the beginning, and I will for sure try my best to avoid situations like this. I'm not perfect so I cannot say it will never happen again, but I can say, it will never happen intentionally. It was an error on my end and I corrected it, yes it was later which again is my fault, but I corrected it as best as I could.

I thought of deleting or reposting the piece by adding a comment, in the beginning, to make sure everyone knew it was a repost and of course, correct my error on the credit part. But I decided not to do that, everyone should be allowed to comment as they wish, yes this one got nasty, but even so.

I can say this did not scare me from writing more, it is something that I learned from.

I want my blog to be what it was intended for, an escape for me and for all my readers from reality and I will continue down that path.

Thank you to everyone who read this.

Have a nice day.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Rooftop Tussling - Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman x Fem!Reader - Hawkeye crossover with Spider-Verse

Summary: You're not supposed to be in New York. Gwen? She's not supposed to be in your universe, technically. But that doesn't matter when you and Gwen are webswinging after a thief, leaving the two of you to cross paths with Clint Barton and Kate Bishop.

Idea: Spider-Verse Gwen Stacy and MCU Kate Bishop. Yes, they do look or at the very least sound the same in this scenario. This should be addressed.

"I thought you were spending Christmas on Hawkeye's farm, not on the rooftops of New York."

Gwen announced as her converse touched down on the rooftop you were looming on.

"I got a tip from Parker about that thief who's been wracking up a fortune stealing from the rich. He's dealing with a lot after Mysterio, so I'm keeping an eye out." You explained, smiling slightly under your mask as Gwen crouched down next to you.

"So, your plan for our date was a stake-out?" Gwen questioned as she followed your gaze to where the thief's next target was.

"Honestly I was hoping to cuddle and a movie marathon, but there's something up about this thief, apparently bad luck happens to her foes..." You rambled, falling silent as you spotted movement a few rooftops over.

"Like a superpowered thief?" Gwen suggested, the two of you carefully watching the thief approaching the skylight, cutting into the glass with...

"Are those claws?" You murmured as the two of you swung into action.

"Pretty sure that doesn't belong to you." You announced as the two of you landed on the rooftop near the thief.

"And neither of you are the Spider I was hoping to see, however, I appreciate the sapphic energy... if you see Spider-Man, tell him I miss him." The thief cooed, turning to run with her grappling hook in hand when you and Gwen moved.

"He's a bit preoccupied, and so will you be, in prison." Gwen stated as the two of you were about to step forwards, spider-senses tingling as the thief threw a smoke bomb at the ground.

"She's getting away!" Gwen yelled as the two of you started jumping and swinging after her, sprinting across rooftops and trying to avoid the turmoil and traps waiting.

"How the hell-"

"She must have set these up expecting to be tailed by you know who, instead of us!" Gwen explained as you barely landed on a wooden gazebo, immediately kicking off into a sprint as the thief grappled up a building.

"Wait... is that, oh bubblegum fishsticks!"

///

Kate growled as she fell from where she'd been tangled in the colourful fairy lights, immediately storming towards the building to head back up to the roof.

Picking the trick arrow from her quiver, she aimed it at the roof, squinting as the light, sound and impact sent Clint, Echo and the unknown assailant flying in different directions on the roof.

"Incoming!" A voice yelled, Clint's blood running cold with recognition as he looked up.

The thief you and Gwen were chasing landed on the roof first, not realising how closely behind you and Gwen were until both Spiders were engaging her in combat.

Utilising the distraction, Kate fired an arrow at Echo, about to aim a second when Echo decided to flee instead.

"You shouldn't be here!" Clint exclaimed as he grabbed the masked assailant's mask, pulling it off as the assailant's widow bites hit him.

"We didn't exactly pick this rooftop on purpose!" you quipped as Gwen looked at you, realising the issue as the pair of you webbed up the thief.

"Who's the assassin?" You enquired as she gave Kate, then you and Gwen unreadable looks, watching Kate hesistate to shoot her before she grappled away.

"A black widow assassin. You three need to go home, now. Party's over. You, you should not even be in New York." Clint pointed at you, taking Kate's bow from her.

"Hey Kate. Fun night huh?" You waved to the brunette archer, turning to Gwen as the two of you nodded.

"We're going to leave this bad luck charm somewhere the police can find her. She's stolen a fortune's worth of art and other bits- where'd she go?"

///

"Oh Spider, your webs don't stop my abilities..." Felicia Hardy whispered when she was a few blocks over, "see you later, Spiders..."

///

"Looks like the cat's out of the bag... literally, that thief Peter assigned you to? That's Black Cat." Gwen explained as Clint frowned.

"Hey! You three, go back home, now! It's not safe, I'm going at the rest of this alone." Clint affirmed before walking off, leaving Kate to sigh in annoyance.

"Why can't he just-"

"Wait, wait... you two sound similar!" You pointed out, eyes widening as Gwen and Kate pointed at each other.

"No we don't!"

"Oh my god, we totally do!" Kate squealed, whilst Gwen sighed, walking over to you to wrap her arm around your waist.

"You got a home to get to... whoever you are... because we kind of have a date to get back to... although it might involve a roadtrip if Hawkeye meant back to the farm... or do you think he meant my universe?" Gwen trailed off, distracted by your warmth as you leaned into her touch.

"Wait, universe? There's more than one universe?" Kate's mouth dropped open in shock before excitement washed over her and the questions began.

"I think we just overloaded her..." You murmured, lifting your mask up to kiss Gwen on the cheek.

"You're dating someone from another universe?!"

[metalbuckaroo]

Sweet Pea Pt. 10

Summary: Your father is the leader of a biker gang, you got out and moved away, years later you return searching someone out with only one person to turn to. (I suck at summaries sorry)

Warnings: lil smutty, fluff, cursing, tobacco use

AU: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

AN: Not gonna lie, feel like this one kinda sucks but needed to get this part out so im sorry. Requests always open! Reblogs and feedback appreciated!

SWEET PEA MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

You were laid in bed with Bucky on his front between your legs, his head resting against your chest, his fingers rubbing small shapes into the skin of your sides as a movie played on the TV.

Your concentration was pulled away from the movie TV when you felt the weight of his head move and your shirt being pushed up.

Another week had passed of enjoying the simple things with Bucky, coffee and sleepy kisses when you'd wake up, rides to and from work on the back of his bike, and days like this of laying around.

Bucky had moved the TV stand so you could see it from the bed since he was too large to lay on the couch with you.

He'd always grumble about being uncomfortable when he'd try to fit his broad frame on the small couch, legs hanging over the arm as he shifted around until you would pinch him for crushing you.

He peppered kisses along the waistband of your underwear, moving his hands to have you bend your knees.

"Buck, I'm trying to watch this." You sighed, closing your eyes when you felt his fingers brush against your underwear.

"There's a pause button." He muttered, sitting up to tug your underwear down your legs. "Just can't keep my hands off you, sweet pea."

You moaned when he slid his middle and ring finger into you, his head tilted to the side and bottom lip bit between his teeth.

"Buck..." You whined, his fingers curling up into your g-spot. "Love when you say my name." He breathed, watching his digits slide in and out of you.

A few more pumps and a brief kiss to your clit and you fell apart, moaning softly as pleasure coursed its way through your body.

Sitting up, Bucky sucked his fingers clean, moaning lowly as he moved to sit back against the headboard and strip himself of his boxers.

"C'mere, sugar." His husky voice pulled you from your daze, shifting so you straddled his hips as he fisted over his dick a few times.

"Want you to ride me." He said watching as you pulled your shirt off.

You nodded, planting your hands on his shoulders as you sunk down on him, every inch of him bringing a new shock of pleasure.

It was slow paced, like many times had been over the last week.

Filled with loving kisses, roaming hands, and sensual sounds as he helped guide your hips, just enjoying the feeling of each other.

Bucky's words alone nearly had you coming undone, mumbling praises as he watched every movement you made, the swirling in his stomach starting when you whimpered his name.

He rubbed small circles against your clit and rolled his hips into you, helping to work you towards your orgasm. "Just like that, pretty girl. Want you to cum for me again so I can fill you up."

Cupping his face in your hands you captured his lips in yours, a second orgasm searing it way through you as he swallowed your breathy moans.

One last roll of your hips and he was painting your walls with his thick release, letting out soft grunts as his fingers dug into your hips.

His large hands glided up your back as you laid against his chest, leaving goosebumps in their path. "Wanna order take out?"

You nodded your head lightly and he planted a kiss to the top of your head, giving your ass a soft slap. "You take the first shower and I'll call."

After ordering, Bucky got a beer and sat on the couch, Sam's number showing on his phone screen.

"Yeah?" He said when he answered. "Hey, I'm in town. Where are you?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and lit a cigarette, leaning back into the couch. "Uh, New York. Figured Steve told you."

"New- Bucky, you didn't. Tell me you're not there for the reason I think you are." Sam groaned through the speaker. "If you're reason involves a certain person, then yes, I am."

"We're gonna talk about this in person, text me the address. I'll be there tomorrow."

Rolling his eyes as if Sam could actually see him, Bucky agreed before hanging up.

"Who was that?" You asked as you walked out of the bathroom.

"Just Sam, said he's gonna come visit." He shrugged, watching you walk pass him.

"That's great, haven't seen him in years." You smiled, pulling one of Bucky's shirts on before leaning down to kiss the corner of his lips. "Now go shower before food gets here."

By the time Bucky had showered and the two of you ate, you were called into work which led to a grumpy Bucky putting a helmet on your head before you got on his bike behind him.

"Shit." You cursed under your breath when you saw a familiar face standing in the diner.

A date from months ago that you had never called back and ended up having to block his number. He had been insistent on a second date.

"What?" Bucky asked, holding the helmet you just took off in his lap.

"Just an old date that was shitty." You shrugged, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He grabbed your chin when you pulled back and slotted his lips over yours. "Call if you need me."

____

Lacey had given you a ride home from the diner, your body tired and ready to be engulfed in the strong arms belonging to Bucky as you toed your shoes off at the door.

"Tired..." You mumbled, shuffling over to where Bucky was sitting on the couch.

He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray and pulled you onto his lap. "Have any problems?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

"The cook had to kick him out because he wouldn't leave." You sighed, leaning into his warm body and closing your eyes.

He shifted and you opened them again, being met with a disapproving look. "I told you to call me."

You breathed a laugh and shook your head at him, reaching to hold his jaw and peck a kiss to his nose.

"It's fine, J.B. All handled." You assured, brushing your thumb over his frowning lips.

He huffed a breath and rolled his eyes. "Fine.