#but people write for that kid she met ok the road

[vole-mon-amour]

So Sherlock x Enola tag is still empty. After two movies. Siiiigh.

[brandogenius]

Hey could you do boygenius x sick younger artist reader, maybe it’s kind of the beginning of the tour so ya is still kind of shy and intimated by them so they try to hide it until they just can’t anymore and they boys kind of watch of them and take care of them and it becomes like a bonding experience , super excited for you to write the boygenius x ya reader fic series I love ur page and am always checking to see if you’ve updated ❤️❤️

EEEE!!!! i had a lot of fun with this one!! i’m sorry if it’s really long i got carried away!!

consider this part 1 of the young artist au :D an introduction

‼️RPF‼️

“fresh soup”

the boys & younger!artist reader!

Part 2 here!

(not proofread!!)

word count: 1,969

not even two days into the tour and you were in your assigned bunk with the sniffles. as if the universe has different plans for you. you were excited for the tour but having stressed the entire week hoping it all went to plan.

yet here you were. tissue box propped up against your side as you scrolled through social media. the tour bys was on a bumpy road causing you to take deep breaths. it wasn’t helping.

you were the opening act for boygenius. a famous supergroup full of talented musicians. it was your first ever tour and you were nervous. you spent the first day travelling from where you, phoebe, lucy and julien just settled down into their home for the next couple of months.

“kid” startled out of your thoughts, you heard a small tap on the side of the bunk.

“mhm?” you pulled the small curtain open meeting eye to eye with julien. she looked at you with a look of worry and concern

“thought we lost you back at the buss stop. haven’t seen you come out since we drove off. you doing ok?” julien crossed her arms, glancing over you, taking note of the tissue box and scattered tissues in your bed.

“feeling homesick?”

“i’m fine” you avoided her stare, taking interest in the other bunk behind her. your voice was hoarse. sore to swallow and talk. it had you wincing slightly.

“shit- are you sick already?” julien leaned forward a bit, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “i said im fine” you frowned.

“doesn’t sound like you’re fine. you want to come out into the lounge and watch some tv with us? instead of being cooped up in here all day” the tattooed woman gave an offer. a small smile on her face. you considered the options. whilst you weren’t that close to the boys or julien you were a bit hesitant on taking up the offer.

weighing the pros and cons felt like it was more cons than pros at this point. what if you got the boys sick? they’d have to cancel the show. you couldn’t afford to get them sick. you’d rather seclude yourself into the safety of your little bunk to wallow in pity and sickness.

“i’m fine- i think id like to stay here, please?” your hand was reaching up to pull the curtains shut when julien nodded. “you sure kid? phoebes makin’ breakfast you want some?”

the thought of having breakfast made you frown. you weren’t sure. you appreciated the thought of julien offering it to you but politely declined. you could make your own breakfast if you wanted to. you didn’t want the boys to use more of what they had themselves. that wasn’t something you wanted to tell julien though.

“i packed some breakfast bars if i need any- thank you though” you gave julien a nod, quickly closing the curtain this time with a small sigh. you listened carefully to julien’s footsteps walking out the door and into the lounge. muffled talking can be heard behind the door. you sighed a little in relief, sneezing a bit as you rolled over onto your other side and shut your eyes for a bit.

unfortunately, people had other plans. the door to the bunk room opened quickly. hurried footsteps made their way down the hallway. you prayed silently, hoping they didn’t stop at your bunk but they did.

“nu uh- absolutely not!” your curtain swung open. you squinted your eyes with a glare, turning over to be met strands of platinum silver hair. phoebe bends down slightly to meet your eyes. “you’re having breakfast, get up and come on” she nodded her head.

“i’m not gonna let you rot away in this ugly-ass bunk. as tour bus buddies, we need to eat and plan for the tour, so come on” phoebe walked down the hallway, humming a tune to herself. an apron was hugging her waist. you stared in confused for a second, watching as she swing a fork around like a microphone.

with a sigh, you flung yourself out of the bunk. your hair was messy and your eyes were dark with bags under your eyes. you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep but unfortunately, the three musicians in the other room had different plans for you.

“and she has finally left the bunk. seems like the first time we’re finally meeting you!” you quietly opened the door into the small lounge area. it wasn’t big but it wasn’t small either. there was a fridge with cabinets and a sink. on the other side there was a couch with a pull out table.

lucy and julien were sat at the couch. phoebe was hunched over the counter. three pots of cup noodles were opened on the table. a fourth one was being prepared. you took a seat closest to lucy, looking at the tv playing some random cartoon.

“see this bitch” lucy nudged you with her elbow and nodded towards phoebe. “the only woman i know to wear an apron while making cup noodles because she says ‘it’s needed’ needed for what pheebs?” lucy chuckled.

“it’s true- don’t listen to her” phoebe settled the four cups on the small table, taking a seat beside you. “she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. i absolutely need an apron for making these” she twirled the noodles around her fork.

“why?”

“i wanted to look like a cute sexy housewife while cooking you guys some breakfast- damn, you guys don’t appreciate shit in this house” you listened and ate quietly as phoebe and lucy took into a debate. you looked up, catching julien’s eyes as she rolled her eyes jokingly at the other two.

“so i was told you’re sick? little birdie told me you sound like shit” you look up at lucy as she stared down at you. you continued to twirl your noodles. “you could say that yeah”

“you’re lucky tour isn’t for another two days. you can rest and take plenty of fluids. make sure your vocals are good too.” the taller woman added as she pointed her fork towards you.

“julien is making soup tonight. should help. something warm too” phoebe added

“how are you gonna make soup in a tour bus?” you looked at the three in confusion. maybe there was some type of technique you didn’t even think of. but clearly seeing there isn’t anywhere for a stove or oven you were stuck for ideas.

“our last tour we bought a portable stove. a lifesaver if you want something cooked up, instead of living off pot noodles and snacks. portable stove and a pot and it’s just like at home”

“ahh” you replied. that was interesting. your first time on a tour bus, you wouldn’t have thought about it. you quickly ate the rest of your noodles and leaned back, tugging your legs to your chest. you ended up settling into a peaceful quietness as you and the boys watched spongebob on the overhead tv. you weren’t too interested but it was something to pass the time. you were called out to eat with the boys- you didn’t know if you were able to go back to your bunk even if you so wanted to. you didn’t want to sound or appear rude-

“-yeah?” you shook your head, blinking a bit. three pairs of eyes stared back at you. “huh?” feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks, you quickly looked away, wishing the tour bus would open up and spit you out

“i said, you don’t need to hang out with us here if you don’t want to. we’re not stopping you from going back to the bunk” julien nodded her head. her eyes were kind and soft. there was no anger or upset in them. it made you unclench your shoulders and let out a deep breath.

“i’m just going to sleep for a bit” you whispered. phoebe quickly stood up, making space for you to leave.

“that’s totally fine dude. take all the rest you need. we will be calling you for dinner though” phoebe placed a hand on your shoulder and have it a small squeeze. you smiled slightly, ducking out of the room and back to your bunk.

-

“knock knock” you opened your eyes to the familiar voice outside the curtains. lucy stood at the bunk this time, moving the fabric aside with a small smile. “dinner time, we’d give it to you here but don’t wanna spill it all over the one place you sleep. wanna come eat with us in the lounge?” you nodded your head, hopping out of the bunk silently.

“just have some soup and go back to bed” lucy placed a hand in your shoulder and led you back into the lounge.

“evening, sleepyhead. get good sleep?” phoebe sat on the couch this time. laptop on the table and feet kicked up on the other side of the couch. julien was hovering over the small portable stove on the countertop. the smell of tomato soup filled the air.

“have a seat- phoebe get your damn legs off the couch, let them sit down” julien turned around, wacking phoebe with her hand as she grumbled. “personal space doesn’t exist with this one around” lucy gestured for you to sit down first, sandwiched between phoebe to your left and lucy to your right.

“how are you enjoying bus life so far?” phoebe sat cris crossed on the furnature, typing away at her laptop. you held your phone in your hand, switching it on to check the time. 5:34pm.

“it’s fine. it’s unusual- probably because it’s my first time on a tour bus” you replied, glancing at phoebes laptop. she seemed to be replying to emails.

“i’d say the last time you were on a tour bus must’ve been for high school? field trips or whatever they are” julien speaks from countertop. “you did graduate couple months ago right?” you nodded to confirm julien’s statement

“i feel so old now” lucy leaned back on the couch. “there’s like.. an actual child on tour with us it’s like we’re babysitting”

“i mean, i just turned 19 like a couple of months so i’m not really a kid anymore” you said with a small smile.

“oh god that’s not a child. that’s a whole fucking teenager” phoebe laughed. “or young adult. either way i feel like a senior citizen- feel like you’re gonna ask me what the great depression is like or something” this has the whole tour bus laughing.

“alright, pipe down meemaw. you’ll get your dinner and then you can watch your game shows later” julien joked, grabbing the ladle and filling the dishes.

“fresh soup from the portable stove coming up. careful- bowls are hot” julien placed the dishes down onto the table one by one. cloth covering her hands as a substitute for an oven glove.

you stared at the soup with a small smile. “thank you” julien shrugged casually “don’t even worry about it, kid”

you listened to the boys start random conversations. they’d always include you in them. it made you feel happy. you were happy to be included.

“would you rather - listen ok important question” phoebe swung her fork around carelessly as she started the conversation . lucy frowned “can you not maybe try spill soup everywhere?” phoebe gave lucy the middle finger. lucy giving her back back. you laughed loudly at the interaction unraveling before you

“ok before i was RUDLEY interrupted. would you rather be a worm or an ant. i feel like this really determines our friendship with you, kid”

you sat there with wide eyes for a moment.

“what type of question is that?”

“SEE? THANK YOU”

“OH FUCK YOU GUYS”

maybe it wasn’t that bad hanging out with the boys. you’d definitely be doing this more often.

[sxpphicwitch]

In general, I'm ok with the finale. I thought the Billy All Along Hex thing was a bit tacky but it is Marvel so I'll let them off. However, I'm disappointed with the Agatha x Rio plot line for a number of reasons.

The first episodes had this smoldering, hurt, wanting thing between the two of them, like they'd hated one another for so long but we were about to see some kind of resolution. We see the first fight, then the road truce, "she is my scar", then "well her mother can't have her", then "I like the bad boys". It felt like a total and complete tone change to "I never want to see your face again".

Then, when we get to the flashback episode, it's hard to connect to why Agatha's so hurt that Rio is doing her job, because we have zero context of what they mean to one another in the 1700s except for "my love". Yeah Agatha's gonna be sad her kid's gonna die, but she's specifically hurt that Rio is going to reap him. But we the viewer only have a modern context for their relationship (and actually a lot of that context comes from vague statements made in interviews). It's sad that her kid is destined to die, but Rio gives her time with him (which is markedly more than a lot of mothers got in the 1700s, that's for certain). And, although a lot of people are hypothesising that Rio is also Nicky's parent, they did not confirm that (and easily could've, and would've also fleshed out why Nicky couldn't live, being born of Death etc etc). I'd have even been happier with the explicit framing of Rio as an absent parent, and their contemporary relationship framed in the context of the loss of a shared child.

But the main reason I'm left feeling something's missing is because we're never shown why Rio cares so much about the feelings of this mortal witch. I'm left wondering why they bothered to include a romantic relationship at all.

And, what's so difficult for me is that it could've been fixed with a few lines and a short scene showing how they met, something like that. It feels like there were key scenes edited out.

I've seen a lot of takes that are something along the lines of "the show wasn't about them, it was about grief etc etc" and that's great but actually, for a lot of people, the show was about them. I watch Marvel stuff casually, I wouldn't say I'm a Marvel fan per se, I was specifically drawn in by the marketing decisions made surrounding that particular aspect of the show. So to have essentially no further fleshing out of that relationship, a kiss which is the kiss of death and then the vague promise that Agatha will turn up in some show about teenagers with powers, doesn't really cut it for me.

So yeah, those are my thoughts.

I'd like to take the opportunity to thank (in advance) the incredibly talented fanfiction writers who are probably already toiling away writing fix-it fics. You're all angels.

[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 34

You and Joel reconnect. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-33 found on Tumblr here.

Sorry for the Narcos gif guysssss

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, unprotected P in V sex BE SMART PEEPS), mention of suicide. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 4.8k

“We need to find some place to sit this out,” Joel frowned, looking up toward the sky. 

Something that came along with living in Texas was being able to read when a bad storm was rolling in. It wasn’t a skill he’d kept up in Boston - the climate was so different, he didn’t need to. But this part of the country was different. It was too cool for tornadoes, at least, but it didn’t take a twister to do some serious damage. 

The dark clouds had been hanging overhead for hours and Joel had been watching them mount, their heavy, bulbous hangings sinking lower and lower in the sky. It was starting to get dark - too cloudy to properly see the sunset - and there was the distinctive, constant rumble of thunder in the distance. 

“There’s not going to be much out this way,” you frowned. “It’s been a while since we saw much of anything…” 

Ellie kicked a chunk of asphalt on the street, the scraping of it melding with the sound of distant thunder. 

She hadn’t said much since you’d left Kansas City that morning. Joel dug shallow graves for Henry and Sam, lowering their bodies into the earth with a sickening sense of finality. He looked at Henry for a moment before he started to cover him in dirt. The wound on his head was where Joel’s scar lay. If things had gone the way he’d meant to that day, if it hadn’t been for your voice in his head… 

“I’ll always love you, Joel. Til the day I die.” 

If he thought about it for even a moment he could hear you clearly. He wondered if that was still true, if you still loved him. If he could win you back if you didn’t. 

When he’d covered their bodies, you brought Ellie out of the motel. The girl put Sam’s writing pad on top of his grave, the words “I’m sorry” written on it. 

“I tried to save him,” she said softly. “He… he showed me his bite and I thought maybe my blood…” 

“Oh sweetheart,” you brushed her hair back and pulled her into your chest. “It doesn’t work that way, I’m so sorry.” 

“It just…” she peered over your arm, down to the graves. “It felt like I should have been able to save him…” 

You stepped back from her and met her gaze.

“You don’t need to save anybody but yourself,” you said. “It doesn’t matter if you’re immune or not. Saving people isn’t your job. It’s not what you’re here to do. You haven’t failed if someone gets hurt, OK?” 

She nodded once before looking back at the graves for a moment and taking a deep, shaky breath. 

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” she said. 

She hadn’t said much since. Joel was starting to miss the puns. 

“Seen some cuts in off the road last bit,” Joel said, gesturing at the tree line. “They’re a bit grown over but probably get to hunting cabins and shit, we can follow the next one.” 

There was another offshoot from the main road less than a mile up. Joel almost missed it, the gravel path so overgrown that it was almost entirely hidden. There was a wooden signpost inside some of the brush, the paint faded with moss growing over the raised letters: The MITCHELL cabin. 

“So people used to have more than one house,” Ellie said, sounding skeptical as the three of you followed the remains of the drive. “Enough that people needed signs.” 

“Yup,” your hands were looped through the straps of your bag. “Lots of people, actually. I had a friend in college whose parents had a beach house AND a hunting cabin on top of their regular house.” 

“Same friend with the kid who you went to the space center with and shit?” Ellie asked, looking up at you. 

Joel froze and you glanced back at him over your shoulder before looking back to Ellie. 

“No, different friend,” you said. “Believe it or not, I had two. Pretty much just two, though.” 

You’d told Ellie about Sarah. Maybe not by name - she clearly didn’t know it was at all tied to Joel. But she knew about Sarah. You’d talked about her, sometime before this trip. About the things you’d done together. You’d talked about her and him and your life together like it was something you remembered fondly, something that was on your mind. Something that was worth sharing. 

He kept walking. 

“Did you have more than one house?” She asked. 

“No,” you laughed. “No, I didn’t even have one, really. My grandmother did, I just lived there. And she just had the one.” 

She nodded along, like she was taking the snippets of information you’d given her and filing them away somewhere, keeping a running log of what life was like before the world ended. It was strange, her longing for this world she’d never seen. Her drive to want to return to something she didn’t know. 

The cabin was bigger than Joel had expected, more of a vacation house than a true cabin. It was two stories, probably about the size of his house in Texas all told. He doubted anyone had been in it in 20 years. A tree had started to grow through the front deck, the trunk splitting the boards that had become covered in mildew and lichen. 

But the windows and doors were all intact, things inside undisturbed. The air was stale and damp but it could be worse. 

Joel took a quick look through the place just to be sure before finding the two of you sitting around the kitchen table. 

“Anything bad in here?” Ellie asked as you pulled food out from your bag. 

“Just you,” he smiled a little. She rolled her eyes but he could have sworn he saw her smile a bit back. 

“Three bedrooms upstairs,” he said, setting the lantern out. “One at the back’s got a leaky roof. One down here. Looks like there might be some clothes and things. Sheets and blankets that don’t look moldy.” 

“Apparently all we had to do to find a good place to stay for a few days was wander the woods in the midwest,” you said. “Who knew.” 

“Kid, you take one of the rooms upstairs,” he said. “We’ll be down here, just in case someone does show up.” 

After eating, you gave Ellie a book from your bag and she curled up in the corner of the dusty couch while Joel inspected the fireplace, opening the flue and clearing it. The thunder was getting closer. 

“I’m going to find dry wood while I can,” he said. “Stay put.” 

The distance made him anxious. Not that he went far, but it was getting dark. With his deaf ear, the sounds of the forest and the worsening thunder, he wasn’t sure he’d hear you or Ellie if you screamed. He missed the days of cell phones, when he could have just expected you to call if something happened. It was hard to focus on much else, not certain that the two of you were safe. 

When he got back, you were on the couch, reading something on your lap by candlelight. 

“Ellie has the lantern,” you said by way of greeting. “What’s it looking like out there?” 

“Storm should be here any minute,” he said. “Might be good to stay here tomorrow, too. Just… after everything.” 

“No clickers or anything?” You asked. 

“Far enough out, should be safe,” he replied. “And no one’d found this place before us, should be off the radar of anyone else.” 

“So we can actually breathe without someone trying to kill us?” You asked. “What a strange concept…” 

He just smiled a bit while he built a fire, glancing back at you every so often to see the candlelight catching on your hair. You started absently humming something and he frowned. 

“Is that Fast Car?” He asked. 

“Hm?” 

“You’re humming,” he said. “Fast Car?” 

“Oh,” you smiled a bit. “Yeah, sorry, it’s been stuck in my head for a few days…”

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “Just… haven’t heard it in a while.” 

He wondered if you were thinking of him playing it on the guitar by the pool on a summer night, back when things were normal. When he took you to bed that night, he moved slow inside you, your soft sounds catching on your throat when you came. 

“I’m going to check on Ellie,” you said, putting the book down heading up stairs. 

Joel stared into the fire, watching as the wood was consumed. The thunder was close now, the storm almost upon you. He could feel the shift in air pressure when he was outside, the swollen clouds overwrought and ready to burst. 

“And she’s out,” you said, carrying an armload of blankets and pillows. “Why is it so relieving when you know a kid is asleep?” You set the linens on the floor next to the couch and sat beside them. “It’s not like she’s a toddler or that we need to keep her from getting into things she shouldn’t. Except maybe the guns… But hell, she’s a teenager and we don’t have to worry about her sneaking out! But it’s still so nice to know that she’s asleep.” 

“See how long that lasts,” he said as a rumble of thunder shook the house. 

“Well, I gave her a sleeping pill,” you winced a little as you said it. “There were some left at the pharmacy in Lincoln. She’s seen enough today, she needs to sleep, it seems safe here… figured it was the time to use one.” 

He nodded slowly. He was a little jealous that someone would be able to sleep that deeply. He hadn’t. Not in years. 

You started spreading blankets out on the floor, near the fire. 

“Figured we could have some padding for the damn sleeping bags if we need to be near the door,” you said. “Nice change from just the ground.” 

You settled on the small nest you’d made facing the fire, your legs pulled into your chest, arms around your knees. Joel just watched you for a moment, your eyes reflecting the flicker of the fire, the curve of your neck, the barest hint of cleavage visible behind your button down shirt. You took down your hair, unwinding it from the braids, running your fingers through the curls that had formed in it until it hung loose and wild around you. 

Fuck, he missed you. Missed touching you, tasting you, knowing you in a way no one else got to know you. He missed being the keeper of the things that were otherwise yours alone. The sounds you made when you were lost in pleasure, the way you twitched in your sleep, the expressions you made when deciding what to wear when getting dressed in the morning. It was like he’d become a museum of these things about you, things that he didn’t know what to do with now. But he couldn’t bear to lose them. 

He moved closer to you, sitting close enough beside you that his arm brushed yours. You smiled a little at him. He hoped it would help, being closer to you. That it would ease this ache inside him. That something, anything, would provide some relief. 

“How are you doing?” You asked after a moment. 

Longing? Needy? Missing what he’d fucked up with you so much it hurt? 

“Fine,” he shrugged. 

“You sure?” You asked, twisting a little to look at him. Your brows were drawn together. “I’m not trying to pry, I just… I’m worried.” 

He was close to you, so close to you. But the ache was worse, growing into something hot and demanding. 

“Don’t want you to worry,” he said, his voice rough. He was leaning into you. He wasn’t meaning to, he wasn’t thinking about it, there was something in him just pulling him into your orbit. It was like gravity, not something he could deny or fight against. And he was having a hard time caring. 

“Joel,” you said softly. The fire in him was spreading, from the center of him, through his limbs, his fingers, threatening to swallow him whole until he was nothing but ash at your feet. 

His hand went to your face moving slowly, gently. Like he would an animal he didn’t want to startle. His fingers slipped into your hair. Your skin was soft and smooth below his palm and his lips brushed yours for half a moment before he kissed you. 

You felt just like he remembered and he hadn’t realized how much he’d immortalized you in his mind until that moment, your lips moving against his own, your breaths coming in short, soft pants against him as he adjusted his body to be against yours. 

But you pulled back from him, still so close that your lips brushed his own when you spoke. 

“I can’t do this with you, Joel,” you whispered. “I can’t…” 

You pulled back from him, slipping away from his hand, his touch. You looked like you were in pain. 

“Baby,” he whispered back but you just shook your head. 

“No,” you said. “I can’t… I just… I can’t.”  

You got up and went for the door, leaving him on the floor behind you. 

***

Your head was spinning, your chest tight. The air outside was thick and the thunder was loud enough that you could feel it in your bones. You fought to not cry as you stood outside the cabin, looking up at the trees and the clouds overhead. 

It took everything you had to not go in there and jump on the chance that Joel was giving you. You wanted it - you wanted him - so bad it hurt. You’d never wanted anything more than you wanted him and he was there. So close. But he would destroy you, you knew that now. Shred you from the inside out until there was nothing of yourself left to try to save. You couldn’t do that, not anymore. 

“Can’t do what,” he followed you out of the house and you closed your eyes and sighed. 

“Joel,” you turned to face him, keeping your eyes closed. 

“What can’t you do?” He asked, his voice calm. You opened your eyes and he was so close to you, so close you would hardly need to move to kiss him again. 

God, kissing him… 

“I can’t…” you crossed your arms over your chest to keep yourself from touching him. Your voice caught on your throat. “I can’t…” 

“Baby,” he reached for you again but you pulled back and, suddenly, the driving, throbbing want shifted to something else entirely. 

Why did he think he could just do this? Why did he think he could just touch you? Have you? Whenever he wanted? 

“I can’t be the vessel that you use to work your shit out with, Joel!” You snapped. “I can’t do it, I can’t let you keep doing that to me it hurts too goddamn much and…” 

“That’s not what this Is,” he said softly. “That’s not…” 

“You and I both know that’s what this is,” tears stung at your eyes. “And I understand that you’re going through a lot, that you miss Tess, that you’re hurting because of…” 

“No,” he shook his head. “No that’s not…” 

“Yes, it is!” You said. “This is what we do, you and me. I fawn over you like some stupid little girl and you use me for whatever it is that you feel like you need and you throw me away when you’re done with me and I can’t fucking do that again, Joel, I can’t do it!” 

“It’s never been…” 

“When hasn’t it been that way?” You demanded. “When? The first time you fucked me after I practically threw myself at you like an idiot and then you ignored me for weeks? Was it when you broke up with me over the phone because I wasn’t worth the trouble anymore? How about when you blamed me for the worst thing that ever happened to you and told me you wished you never met me? 

“Every time, every fucking time you want me I give in to you and then you put me down and I just sit there, like some broken toy, waiting for you to come back and I can’t do that anymore!”  

There was a crack of thunder and the lightning was bright enough that you could see the pain on Joel’s face. His eyes were searching your own, desperate and sad. 

“You think that’s all you are to me?” He asked quietly. “That you’re something that I use and throw away?” 

You held his gaze and squared your jaw. He stepped closer, so close that your bodies were touching. 

“I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you existed…” he said. You shook your head and bit your lip and tried to keep yourself from crying. “I never wanted to leave you but I was watching you give up things that you should have had, that you were good enough and smart enough to have. I was seeing you give up shit that you deserved because of me and I couldn’t let you put yourself on hold for me! I couldn’t be the thing that fucked your life up, I loved you too fucking much to be the thing that fucked your life up…” 

“I watched you be with someone else for 15 years, Joel!” You choked it out. “You…” 

“I was scared!” He said, all but yelling it. “I was fucking terrified!” 

“Terrified of what!” 

“Of not being able to survive if I lost you!” He was panting for breath. The thunder rolled and a fat raindrop landed on your forehead. He took a deep, shaky breath. “I couldn’t… What happened today, with Henry… The only reason I’m alive today is because of you.” 

“What?” You breathed, your eyebrows knitting together. 

“No one tried to shoot me,” he said. His voice trembled. “The scar… I’m the one who missed. It was the day after the outbreak and Sarah… We’d passed so many bodies, it didn’t seem like you could have survived and it felt… it felt like you were gone. Without her, without you it just… There wasn’t a point to any of it…” 

“Joel,” you reached for him, your hand touching his face, your fingers finding the scar at his temple. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch.

“When I tried,” he said. “When… when I pulled the trigger, I heard your voice in my head. What you said to me when… when I left you. It was like you were right fucking next to me and it… I flinched. Because some part of me knew you were out there somewhere. That life could be worth it again someday if I could just fucking get to you.

“But being with you again…” He closed his eyes. Rain was falling harder, faster. “Fuck, Baby, it was all I wanted but I was scared, I was so scared all the fucking time. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t… I knew that if something happened to you that I wouldn’t survive it and I couldn’t live with it. I couldn’t do it, that’s why I left, why I pushed you away. I was too weak, I was too… I was too afraid to love anything the way I loved you. The way I still love you. I tried to stop it, I tried to push you far enough away that I’d survive it but I can’t, I can’t stop… Loving you feels like all I know how to fucking do and I can’t try to keep myself from doing it anymore. I can’t keep doing it from afar, I can’t keep trying to keep you safe from arm’s length, I can’t live like this anymore. 

“I know I’ve hurt you,” he said quietly. “I know that I don’t deserve to ask you for a goddamn thing. But I… Please. Let me love you. Let me try to get it right this time.” 

The rain was falling and you could barely feel it, even though you knew it was soaking you. All you could feel was him, how close he was, how it was like he’d broken open all your defenses. 

“I can’t handle you leaving me again,” you managed. Your hand was still on his face. “I can’t…” 

“I won’t,” he breathed. “I know you have no reason to trust me but I will never leave you, never. I can’t…” 

You kissed him. You couldn’t help it anymore, not when he was this close to you, not when he was offering you the only thing it felt like you’d ever really wanted. 

His hands went to your face, twisting in your hair, cupping the arch of your neck, pulling you closer against him as the heavens opened and sheets of rain poured down. 

He pulled back from you ever so slightly.

“We should go inside,” he said, your body cradled against his. You only nodded. 

You barely made it in the door and Joel was tugging at the buttons of your shirt, fumbling with them until he was sliding the wet fabric down your arms and onto the floor, his mouth on your own. You pulled at his back, trying to not pop the buttons while getting to his skin as quickly as you could, eventually shoving the sleeves down his arms and exposing the smooth, tan skin of his chest, the softness of his stomach. 

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his lips trailing down your jaw to your throat, his big, warm hands splaying over back, pulling you tightly against him. 

“I’ve missed you,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his lush hair, pressing your lips into his chest. “I’ve missed you so much…” 

His mouth traveled back to yours, his tongue slipping into you. You were breathing the same air as him, he was everywhere around you, the only thing you could feel, the only thing that you wanted to feel. 

“Need you,” he groaned against your lips as he unclasped your bra. “Need to feel you, need to be inside you…” 

“Joel,” you ran your hands over his back, his bared skin, feeling him, feeling like coming back home after years away. His hands slipped around to your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them before hiking your leg over his hip. His hard length was pressed against your center and it was like a shock ran through you, a hunger inside you that you hadn’t felt since he last touched you. 

Everything else paled in comparison, the overwhelming need clawing and ripping to get to him, to make him a part of you and you a part of him. You wanted him more than you wanted anything else, wanted him more than food or water or air. 

He moved you to the couch and lowered you onto it, dropping on his knees in front of you. He pulled himself away from you enough to slide your pants and underwear down your body, casting them aside before he ran his hands up the inside of your bare thighs as you panted for breath. 

It was exposing, the intimacy of him looking at you, his eyes roving over your naked body, lingering on your wet slit. You fought the urge to squirm, to shift and hide. He reverently slid his hands along your thighs, meeting at the apex of your legs. He gently, softly ran his thumbs over you until they met at your clit making you whimper. 

“Fucking beautiful,” he slipped a thumb between your lower lips, slipping closer to your entrance. “Most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen…” 

He left one hand against you as the other one slipped around to your lower back and tugged you closer, sliding your body to the edge of the couch, pressing his lips against yours again. 

His kiss was harsh, starving, like he was going to devour you. As though he hadn’t already consumed you, swallowed everything you were. 

He slipped his thumb up to your clit and pressed one finger into you, opening you for him so slowly it was almost painful. You moaned into his mouth and his finger hooked up into your inner wall into the spot that made you melt, the place inside you that felt like belonged to him and him alone. 

“Need you,” you were panting, your body tightening around him.

“I know Baby,” he said softly, sinking another finger inside you. “Need to make you cum first…” 

His thumb worked your clit, his fingers stretching you open, his other hand making you arch into his body, his tongue plundering your mouth. You were full of him, surrounded by him and you couldn’t get enough of him. Your whole body was tensing around him, tightening like a spring until you came and he swallowed your gasping moan. 

The second you felt like you were in control of your body again, you reached for his pants, desperate to get him naked. You needed more of him, you had to feel more of him. He helped you, sliding his jeans and underwear down and off. You separated from him enough to look at him again. 

It had been so long it was like seeing him for the first time. If you had to pick a favorite color, you were torn if it would be the color of his eyes or the color of his skin, the rich, golden tan of him. He was softer now than he had been before but his chest and arms were still firm and strong and you wanted nothing more than to be held against his chest in his arms. And his cock… 

Joel had always been the best you’d ever had and the biggest. There were parts of you that no one but him had touched, his length thick and hard and dripping. Your body ached for it.

You swallowed, your heart thudding against your ribs as you looked up at him. He trailed his nose along your throat to your ear. 

“I won’t hurt you again,” he breathed. “Never going to leave you again…” 

He pulled you tightly against him and pulled you to the floor, laying you down in front of the fire on the blankets. Joel delicately ran his fingers over your tender sex, making you moan, collecting your wetness and covering himself in you before notching himself at your entrance. 

He settled himself between your legs, the weight of him pressing into your hips, your stomach, his arms caging you in, fingers in your hair. 

“I love you,” you breathed as he sank into you, his cock opening you up, your body taking him into you until he was fully inside you. His forehead dropped to yours as he panted for breath, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he managed, gasping and desperate. “Feels so good, so fucking good…” 

He kissed you again before moving in you. It was slow at first, aching and desperate. Like every ounce of pain, every moment of being without him was being worked out where your bodies were joined. He reached the end of you with every thrust, the head of him pressing against your back wall so hard there was a twinge of pain to it, pain you welcomed because it meant you were full of him. 

You worked your hips back up against his and he picked up the pace as he kissed down your jaw to your throat, your breasts, taking a nipple delicately in his mouth, brushing his teeth over the tender nub. 

“Joel,” you panted, your body tightening around him again, drawing in so much that it felt almost impossible for it to build any more. “Please…” 

He released your nipple and kissed you again, his tongue fucking into your mouth the same way he was your pussy. 

“Never letting you go,” his voice was frantic, desperate, his hips pressing hard and deep into you with almost bruising strength. “Never going to hurt you again, never… fuck, I love you, love you…” 

Thunder shook the house and you cried out as you came, your walls clamping around him. He thrust into you twice more before he plunged as deep into you as he could and came undone, spilling into you as you gripped him tight. 

He collapsed on top of you, still inside you, both of you panting for breath. Joel reverently ran a finger along your hairline before threading his hand into your hair, tilting your head to kiss you gently. 

“You’re staying,” you said it, didn’t ask it. You felt it this time.

“Never leaving,” he breathed. “Never leaving you again.”

A/N: OHMYGOD WE FINALLY GOT HERE JFC. Yes you can get attached, they're together now, this is sticking, you can feel safe with these two idiots in love. I hope this at least somewhat lived up to the hype and the build up and that you're feeling somewhat satisfied! If not, there will be a fair bit more smutty bits from here onwards because obvs.

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[whydoibe]

Ok I have an idea for a fanfic I want to write so here it goes.

This is a rewrite fanfic were all the ninja expect Cole and jay end up in the administration losing thier memories and themselves jay would crash land at the monstary Cole still the land of lost things things don't realy change for him any way

PS this is just getting the gernal idea out there ok not the full fanfic

Jay would awake in the monstary, confused about what happened taking in the changes and going to look at Wu's research realising its all destroyed jay would stay strong for the first couple days until he enters depression once the bounty returns he starts a mission on mapping out the merged realms eventually becoming know to the cragglings as a saviour as he drawed the earth dragons out and relocated them to place much more aproate her he would encounter wyldfrye and heatwave seeing her elemnt he would grow fear full that no kais dead after realising the ninja may be dead jay goes full panic attack and stops exploring fear full of learning more of them have died taking wyldfyre and Heatwave back to the monstary at himself talking himself into it Wyldfrye imdently burning a picture of all the ninja by mistake causing jay to yell at her causing heat wave to step in jay would just start to cry wyldfrye would apologise were jay would open up to her why her elemnt was upsetting as it implies he's dead who she'd ask as jay just starts on this rant about all his friends and how they were wonderfull people all of them the best kai master of fire Zane master of ice Cole master of earth Lloyd master of green he thinks and nya his other half his wife the master of water. Wylfyre would take after kai much to jays amusement she would proclaim she'd learn spinjetzu and be better then all of them causing jay to smile and say mabey tomorrow now rest he reassured as she would run to claim a room taking kais which he would let her take if he's dead it's only right the master of fire takes it. Jay with wyldefyre would go out of self imposed exile interacting with the cross roads eventually paying a couple of kids entry fee for a mech race he's taking part in with wyldfrye he had forgotten how good it felt to tinker with machines wyldfrye wanted to do it for the thrill he did not expect to start fighting some people who kidnapped a baby dragon and see a random kid perform spinjitzu or at least a bloody good attempt at it.

He woke up to see the kids staring at him looking at his cuffs he smircked asking them if they'd ever seen an elemental power bang lighting sparkled over them as he got up ripping them of turning to the kid who looked like he'd just met the first master himself before jay noticed Lloyd's hood staring at the kid how did you get this he asked. Got it after the merged like right after all that was left of the ninja till I met u this is so cool he screamed a fan jay thought but a fan who knows spinjitzu how'd he learn that u did spinjitzu how jay questioned the excited kid.

he taught him self the girl with pink hair replied looking at him with similar but different admiring eyes ok jay stated let's get out here save that dragon then I am taking u both to the monstary he stated smirking pulling his hood down lightning sparking 5 4 GO

[jasons-exposedspine]

I promise to protect you.

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Amy (my OC)

Warnings: bullying, fluff and angst

A/N: hello again lovely creatures. This is a few chapters long so the next chapter will come out very soon. I'm sorry that my writing is a bit shit I haven't written anything in a while so please be gentle and patient with me 😅 with this fic my OC has poilisis its a rare genetic condition that turns some of your hair pure white and other parts pure black. I myself do not have this but I wanted to she'd some light on it since it's very rare and needs to be talked about. And mind you everyone that has it is so unique and gorgeous. Anyway I hope you enjoy the first chapter and I will be posting the second one soon. Have a lovely day/night 💜 p.s. lmk if any of u would like to be tagged in upcoming chapters :) also I would like to add why they became friends so quick. Because they both understand eachother and I've had to raise my own sibling and in my experience kids will play with any other kid straight away if they want to play with them. As long as they wanna play and have fun kids will become friends straight away.

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A 12 year old Amy sat in the back of her mother's black Chevrolet Impala as they drove down a road through the woods to crystal lake, her mother was one of the councillors and her best friend Pamela who Amy adored was gonna be there as the cook.

Amy's mother had told her that Pamelas son Jason was going to be there, Amy had never met him but she was excited to meet him since she usually had no friends at camp they all made fun of her poliosis. It's a condition where your hair has black and white streaks and the other kids called her "Cruella Deville" and a "Dalmatian."

Dust flew up from the cars wheels as the car pulled through the gates of the camp, Amy was fidgeting in her seat excited to see Pamela and to meet Jason. When the car pulled up Amy got out of the car and ran up the stairs to the kitchen cabin "Amy Lou slow down!" Her mum called but she was to excited to listen.

When Amy spotted Pamela in the kitchen she ran over to her "Pamela!" She said excitedly "well hello little Amy" she said giving her a hug "my you've grown" Pamela said with her hands on her hips "and look at your hair isn't it beautiful."

Amy hid her face shyly as Pamela smiled at her, Amy's mum came through the door with their bags and the them down "phew glad I got that over and done with" her mother said. "Hey Pam" she said walking over to give Pamela a hug "Hello Bronwyn lovely seeing you again it feels like ages" Pam gave Amy's mother a friendly hug.

"Amy would you like to meet my son Jason?" Pam asked with a smile "yes I would love to" Amy said excitedly "use your manners Amy" her mother said. "Sorry mummy, yes plz" Amy said excitedly "He's playing on the playground" Pamela said taking Amy's hand.

They walked outside and down the back steps of the kitchen cabin and into the playground "Jason I have someone here who would love to meet you" Pamela let go of Amy's hand and walked into the playground. Jason was hiding behind Pamelas back as they walked back over to Amy "don't be shy dear she's very nice."

Jason slowly moved from behind his mother's back and fiddled with his hands nervously "Jason this is Amy" Pamela said with a smile. Amy smiled as he walked closer to her, usually he was used to people looking at his face in disgust and horror but Amy didn't. She only smiled at him and held out her hand for him to shake, he was hesitant for a second before taking her hand and shaking it.

"Now Amy I have a question do you know ASL?" Pamela asked holding Jason's hand "I do, mummys brother is deaf so she taught me" Amy said smiling at Jason. "Wonderful, Jason doesn't like to talk very much so he uses ASL to communicate."

"That's ok, would you like to go and play Jason?" Amy asked whist signing and he looked up at his mother silently asking "go on dear." Jason ran on the playground and Amy followed running to the monkey bars and hanging upside down and playing on them.

Pamela was filled with joy knowing that her son finally had a friend, one that wouldn't bully him or hurt him and one that could communicate with him. Jason shyly tapped Amy on the shoulder and she turned her head to pay attention 'your hair is very pretty' he signed shyly "why thank you" she said smiling.

None of the other kids ever said that about her hair and that made her feel happy 'may please ask why your hair is that way?' He signed and Amy nodded "I have a rare condition called poliosis it turns some parts of your hair pure white and other parts pure black, mummy said I should dye it because I'm made fun of but I like it just the way it is."

'It's very pretty' Jason signed making her blush "thank you" she said back whilst signing, "Jason, Amy time to get ready for the other kids to come!" Bronwyn called from the kitchen. They jumped off the monkey bars and walked through the grass to the back steps and walked up into the kitchen "now Jason you can either stay at our house or you can have a cabin with Amy" Pamela said putting down a box of lettuce.

Amy and Jason looked at Each other and Amy smiled 'I would like to have a cabin with Amy' he signed and Pamela smiled "well that's settled go ahead and take your bags and pick which one you want." Amy and Jason ran to get their backpacks and ran outside into the camp "be careful!" Pamela yelled.

[theovergrowth]

♥ - Do not feel obligated. Oh my god do not feel obligated plz

(( SHUSH BITES YOU BITES YOU, IN MY HEAD I WAS LITERALLY LIKE “hmmmmmm I really hope scxrytxles sees this and sends one :((“ WHILE I WAS WRITING THOSE TAGS ))

(( I’m literally so Normal™️ about your characters, I love how strange but somehow deeply grounded they all are, like they all feel like people I’ve met traveling?? But the ones where you’re like “oh this person is on the road because they have some weird shit in their past”. I can’t handle it I literally read so many of your threads just to try and understand how you manage that!!!!! ))

(( Ok of course you must know by this point that I’m Obsessed with Alice. Partly because she is very Gender in a way, but also because she is just so fleshed out?? Not as much a gushing but I do need to say that the way she’s written feels so musical in my brain in a way that makes me shake, like Goddess of Imagination literally speaking in such an uncanny yet lyrical way?? I don’t know it makes me think of when I was a kid trying to read poetry but just fumbling through, it HITS ))

(( Nil is also just AUGH HIM!!!! FUCK!!!!! I’m obsessed with a gay old man who digs up graves, I don’t know a lot about him but he reminds me of this old guy I met Yellowstone who would bring you to his dorm room and just unleash Bones upon you, super cool and I’m obsessed ))

(( anyways closing thots, I know you get anxious and bad feeling towards yourself a lot and I gotta say that lots of times when you post about that I’m feeling similarly about myself and sometimes it feels better to know that other people feel similarly. But for what it’s worth!! I think you are very cool and you have many horrifying but sad and kinda metal ideas that make me forget about work every time I see the tumblr notification that you posted!! ))

[miamoo27]

Somehow I would have met him. The first day we met, I was on my period. I was 16 him 18. He was on the football team and wrestling team. He was a known player. But also, people in my school were scared of him. He was one of the only central american kids in my school. His father lived in El Salvadore and barely spoke to him. People at my high school were entitlists including my brother for judging him based off appearance.

Ok but let me get clear. As someone writing this I should mention He is very close to me. I love him dearly despite the turblent story I am about to tell you. He is somehow who is close to me now and we will be in eachothers lives forever. Ill tell you why.

We taught one another many MANY lessons

We are the type of a relationships where a Lion and a Duck become friends (me the duck) although you know you will never be friends.

Not only did he change my life but the person after him did too. I dated Andrys for 5 years on and off. We met in woodship when I was a freshmen and him a Junior. He was so hot. He turned me on immediately. I tried to get his attention but he always had a girlfriend. He would always flirt with me. Laught with me. And tell me jokes. I was hooked. But he had a girlfriend.....

In my sophomore year he got expelled. To be completely honest till this day I dont know the full story. I dont know the truth only he does the his ex girlfriend and jesus christ himself. She got a retraining order on me for doing something. Something I dont know. Something he has told me that I blocked out of my mind years ago. Something that love and naveity of high school blinded me with.

So when he got expelled and ineveiately him and his beautiful ex girldriend broke up. She was hot I didnt know at the time who I found hotter. His brother Izzy was friends with me through a mutual friend Jin. Somehow Izzy hooked us up him and Jin hung out. His house was different from the one in our town. It was run down and old. I didnt judge but I knew this impacted him. I knew how the kids were where we lived. They all did way worse things then his family. Most of there father either in the mob, embezzling, cheating or doing drugs. They judged them becaise they were hispanic. Because they were "rich" they didnt fit some bullshit suburan utopia we all tell ourselves in our head.

Suburia is insane. Bergn County even worse. How? They want everyone to fit this bubble of a constructed world. A world that isnt real. On the outside my family looked somewhat put together. A father whos a suregon, a son playing lacrosse, a daughter who is off and mother who is friendly. Meanwhile my mom is a total alocholic and my father cheating on her while my brother sell alochol to 8th graders. It was a story everyone told. There were so many other familys probably similiar, but everyone had to keep there mouth shut.

SO to lead in my parents hated him from the start because he didnt fit in. My father reminded me that I never dated "normal" guys whatever the fuck that meant. Like I was normal? I caught my father cheating at 13 years old. You think I would ever date someone normal, it wasnt in the cards.

I fucked him that night. I was on my period. It was gross, but hot. He loved it, I could tell. I never met a guy with so much passionate and energy. It was like god heard me, someone who gets it. We spoke all night watching scary movies together. I felt dirty but in a good way. I felt scared though my mother would hate this. She would be so mad. I was always looking for her approval. But then it dawned on me while walking home that she never would approve of me. She hated my friends, my clothes, my hair everything. She hated herself so she hated me, through my hate for her and my father I began my road of defying them.

[fkyumerica]

they keep doing shit to raise the cerebral palsy chimpanzees

no you were suppossed to kill them

ring bearers at a wedding

they will just shit and go UHH

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/YW9gkuWPWEE so she hits chewbacca

CRAZY Lady RUINS Kids Show At Disneyland ! #shorts #disney

they wernt to light up the colleseum

hello

Masculinity Initiation Party | South Park | Comedy Central Africa

they would party like crayz to kill them everyday

and it didnt happen

I dont thin kso officer hit her officer

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/HFDcDdFU0Vw wtf reverse and back

These Teachers Dressed Up As Their Students

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/kiBzUQhAeQE and they got a sloth

kind Man helps sloth cross the road 🦥 #costarica #sloth #shortsviral #animals #conservation

how old are you 85 how are you so active we stole the beach

wtf a beach a boat whoa ok look i smashed in the window

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Wx12eotl7sc you cannot control me

🤣when trolling a fan goes wrong #wwe #wwefunny

i will fuck all over you and rape you and your husband

what does it say miscarriage gear

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/KahlQAtENJE she wanted to meet up with her ex boyfriend and be every princess at disney world

Disney Mascot STUNS Girl With Rare SURPRISE! #shorts #disney

and if not working there then owning it i got the dream

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/CBFjRqgsxTA you got a fucking kangaroo with no arms now

Man saves dog from kangaroo #animals #fact #viral

kevin is her ex's dad

andrew trevino

holy shit same kids as them

one school

do it

one pig

convert

the thing

im gonna be sailor mars the police officer

twiggy the model is jessicas mom and does the microphone magnet noises

to rape

and shoot it in her roof tank

the houses were made to rape people

and hey gotta be me to hang out with me 230 scream laughing AHHH videos one after the next she is showing her kid all day

we fill the whole mason jar pouring water

then we cum

and every noise of the mouth is this

get off to it

i married george mcfly

had 18 kids

and mow

https://www.wheelsanddollbaby.com/ i married a baby and im still a baby

Wheels & Dollbaby - Official Store

85+ years old

100

debbie harry

when harry met sally

australia whoa no

expensive

and constant animal screams

pissed noises

and cak cak cak noises from mom

tounge smacking clicking

im licking my mouth slow, aand im fucking you

on the phone

sitting in front of her too

yea change the mic she got off

and brandon too turn it on ooh baby ooh

5 people shut up on the same phone call

uh who cares

and i jumped on your boyfriend right

shes not married want my kid

no

her dad siad it right

no

and i made up the makeup and hair and clothing

they were not it

doe

get skinny to what i stay fat and fuck

27 guys to lose the weight in one day

then call my dad

reagan

that is their family in the club house

wtf made it a mansion

one room house party

and them going ah yea, ah right

old middle aged people now

they want anyone to fuck their kids

to say their kids hot so the parent jerks off to it after

got me hot got my hair up im blonde

and harry

left too ooh ooh oooh fingers herself

so the guy does to his dick too

and cumming is it

top of the dick jerking off then cumming

shooting out

gotta cum to fuck her too so he fucks her infant after

and all her boyfriends did

house party do it too marry 5

you didnt wanna marry my kids thats when i started to dress it

and went punk

wtf

they dont even know who is related to them

in their house they write down 5 names and numbers, then hand it out to someone fuck em in a week

see if oyu go

this is her

fake french

underground sheets of metal as the ground

on all the land

101 dalmations

drive through france mmall

electrocute it

and everyone in it

they made baby music and videos learn with us

for that building, nut house to learn they were not supposed to learn

midevil ttorture building

killing all of them is what it was built for

rapist retards

apes

and chimps

and league before drown it make it small

finger in eye its whole life

didnt grow

burning pitutitary gland will make it smaller

behind nose

top

bridge

giant to stop growing

old mcdonald had a farm

that was regans son then too

there you go pluck off all her eyebrows

thats her

ahhhhhhhhh i just wanna fuck

i gave birth as a kid

and infant

and toddler

now KNOW it

fuck you

so im singing it to you

b bar

d dog

f bitch

they made their own the whole time

full cup

notice mine

braaaaaaaa

she is angela or a angela

double decker big house

giant hording downstairs

cant find me and meth and my kids again in the storage tubs

and her mom mother reagans

and husbands

that nut house

is her in the movie

she is deformed, retarded, and a midget on stilts, and men flying up there think they can do anything, and women on the ground like a group of wild animals together they are don’t care fuck anyone

fake presidents and leave court room

doesnt need to be one

or law school

police say it

judge tries to talk to them

they wouldent not be there with him

last one fucked me up he's nice

and keep talking

says it 90 times

shortest one dark hair is the hairy arm woman at subway and dirt woman keep getting more put more dirt on it metal sheets

make europe

they remake it everyday

wtf is wrong with you they will kill you

eeach time

i have never talked to people so stupid

aco hardware

all they are is this retarded bitch screaming hold the hammer electrocute them

and they interrupt

to say hey mom who do i fuck next

to say she is their mom to fuck infants

ask mom tell mom

james dean gay

it is their dad

to those 50s guys

i got 8 girls i dunno wtf

what colleges those were the buildings

touch her finger her fuck her too

two in a tree never stopped up against a wall

leon said he is Ronald reagan

they met mem then wayne county community college with jo

it is her with him

jo is a man

and i'll make her shove a kid up her ass some day

and wtf shes 5

where are you dragging this

at

no one is a judge shut up so they get killed

and die

now slow song to calm them down

sing it

it is his family obviously shut the fuck up

i know it

im retarded

im nandor

no we gotta be boys we gotta fuck like boys too

i looked over all these photos as evidence before

and you think you can speak as a officer or as a judge

you are in it

john said he fucked leon to rob him

and grandma i had 8 kids to show who they are

Mask

We put in the air, gas, and compress it in houses and bust your necks from down the street too with it

and we sent her in so we could go south and west and south and north and where you live and fuck you-nandor

and i still dont give a fuck about you

meet me

we killed our parents

well let me eat her out

her mom had to still fuck other men the whole time

so her parents could live away from her and it was a nicer life

and this was in the 90s its a movie

and her dad too

the same

fucked other people still

you watching this doesnt look like it

leon said it when the virgin came on tv

you requested music

get them to leave

and fuck your parents one last time

same hospital

and shoot them

listen

if you dont

this is it

he had 8 kids with her then theyre fat

they knew it

and say it

they always will

and show your grandma

with the line on her face

regans other wife

not his first 8th

and you married a guy

who didnt him

to leavve you for a whole truck of girls

what dinosaurs

penny, angela, angie, elizabeth, tangie, emily, andy, and grear

what club then church then what

its ok i know it all im leon

no you dont

and mm

he just asked me to go and fuck them with him

and keep your butt open

shes talking to him

its happening hes gay

porn on tv who gives a shit

porn on tv that woulda been a 200$ fine

but she waited on it, talking to me again, i dont talk go two feet and we go short

it is about fucking

they cant even see it or hear it

brushing noises

walrus goes up and fucks you on own

they are blasting batteries

like tasers

taught her it

your fault you knew it right to hurt police officers

no

what a btich guiermo

let me do it to you

feel pain once

she didnt

i feel bad i dont got a job

but i dont care

give me a dog i dont want

and you

and no hair

who cares

face piercings

he dont give a fuck

leave me

left me before

and she said it too im her in the mask

whoa yea she is

i wanna have sex

here is mary sue fucking her family in a mcdonalds wont stop fucking her parents grandparens and to everyone come on everyone fuck them

enters and does it and smells as it

old people smell

suck it out the hole (belly button) and drip it on the rest

here is angela had to hit her for robbing clayton to get her in a ambulance

her boyfriend had to

she is retard NO NO NO NO throwing her head back and forth

nonstop

80 minutes

why cant we do you, come back with all of us and do us

its a party (church tunnels to casino and drive in them)

i start em

aand no you cant get any money for any of this

and i knoow at cabelas we told them instead

got the money and food

or wtf rob them

we fuck em to do it

to eat a butter crack cow

-anne marie

and here is guiermo i dont care listen to her parents i want you to steal from her

they see anyone and fuck them from behind, and 3 together jump on him, lay her down, fuck

trailer park was nut house moved out

and her grandma she kept alive for oral

do it do it do it

sex sex sex

give me oral in the mouth

god yeaa

and when she put on her glasses

with anne maries grandma

i dont care marry marilyn monroe after

said you and her kids would marry

did they

gay dogs too hide it

and i dont care you will say all the shit about her too

her grandma again

and her grandpa left one who said start the party

with her other grandpa on right

president after

regan

she eats pinsol spray

lemon

guiermo does

they raise meth levels up to piss you off the whole time

and they hit them and leave them with them

cant remeber the other relationship

i didnt do it i didnt do her i didnt do her and precious spoiled child anne marie is his mother, bottom right "i know i can do it make me her the biggest bitch, judge, glen close judge judy" back left, im the right guard, on his right is the left guard

and ther est had sex with her too jessica

they are blacks still

and its her

i wanna fuck both of em left guard and right guard

they are all related and in dearborn

nooo reminds us of the hospital

perfect airr

big house

i wanna run

lets ruin everything us then too the judge

should i have my kids killed or not

whoa new opportunity

rabai

and amish, left, go in anywhere

they are punching me with dope

hair dryer

as the gas heat

and careese doesnt care

slow

she is it

and guiermo was krystina

dont care go with him too anthony hit her he is him

george mcfly

and is it him him and him

no that is a actual photo

i am not sarcastic

why dont i believe it

go back and ape fuck all the girls oyoou had a truck

and i dunno we took it i know how to build a room

and us a column

and careese mute her

so she does

less shit more free food

they believed them

it is their families too

i never met them either too

they said i got down syndrome from fatima she made sandwhiches they handled all of those infants

and no one else stayed

yeaaaaaaaaa

wow

food free shit i left thats not a marriage

is she that retarded

so he thinks shes gotta go with him

and she did

careese did so did you

and the columns to those men whoa im not that big

i gotta go here

smaller

building

again

leon-we were all the same family and friends i dont care

and tounge in her to freak her fuck her say to him how to come over and fuck her

waiting outside

for him

wtf hes back

just fucked lindita its jordan

church down the road

she lives there my girlfriend

anne marie put on white makeup and her whole face looks like a double chin

cerebral palsy

and

tan arms

and her parents drank the whole time too

and whats with all the clothes girls no we steal your colors off you adn your naked

reversse clothes with colors

switch

whoa

new

omfg these people are pissing me off so much

naked colors

hes a giant bitch again

hit on back of the head

giant nose

mike

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/BISYo3dllf0 no youre only gonna want a bird if its half dead

Happy Bird

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/x1vtn4Dw-F8 and its us ok

We see our old cartman as his son - South Park

we dress up young

teach us

the judge makes the decision for all of them

thats it

to understand it too

it was sit one there

around them they surround and

open fire

hey cigarettes, lighters, and yea keep em retarded

they stay it

too

them

they all had their own house after mating with a older man too after wrestlnig or becoming a rabai

then downriver all of them grouping get in the river

all pregnant too sit down

and this too we only talk queer

i wanted fish and chips from applebees

i ate a whole thing of crackers

theres no food left again

they all lived all over hey send in sister bethany i left all need a whole house right

and constant food wtf

buffet

all you can eat

stole the truck load

every grocerie store

today

all the trucks come in everyday right with a whole new store each time

of food

go eat all you want

says it

they all did dating each other wtf

giant wedding

gordie howe geordie white

i fucked like 15 girls i dont care

as a old man

and now, 50,000

only thing he wanted to do

ate all day

colleseum roar was for food

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hillary clinton/a headless horseman

cruella deville car can go up those mountain hills

and hide as a tree

no fucking way amanda im going in it

and killing them after

found em again

giants

and killing her with one too to get it

smash in the side

hit the car back

old muscle cars are it

and drag race motor wont break

and that truck can smash ssemis off the cliffs

she said she took out a school credit card

wtf

anne marie

how

she was stealing my books and me in her trunk to die after

she got 500$

to be a pig to do it

then live in a house after she makes a restuarant to scream and be one of those ball table guys

break em guys

boarr

feed me the wild shit

what food is here now

that is their church

we live they die what

these skiing people are giant

marilyn manson wedding

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edcdKLqFGZI dog as big as a coffin

SELAMAT JALAN SNOWEE THE GOLDEN | RIP

they leave their new borns and hey find it dog

breed all of them to do it

that was sadam his wife and osama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0vmyUJSAAM bishops will die now

Bidding farewell to Benedict XVI: Translation to St. Peter's Basilica - Highlights

their priest is their wife

the cardinal is who she inbred with

in her own family

and the pope is their grandmother again

they say it to get sex again

Highlights - 8 - January 2024 Audience to the members of the Diplomatic Corps Pope Francis

hate each one of them

leon says it like him

is part of their church

no i am not

niggers

keep giving them kids at them

i never did

they make noises with their mouth after

ololololoo

their wives go ok

so do their gay sons

and the rest go yea what

and didnt fuck her enough in the room

hey. what?

dad coming over

says it

shoot them all

they are the ministry

and their families

they let us live

well you partied the fuck out of it then chris

she didnt take out a loan

fake college

gay

alive now

she said alive now wtf we can live alive now

and :10 got the most girls ever

250,000 in one day

fingered, fucked, and fled

with 18,000 others

then 290,000,000 women

the next day

fucking all of their heads again

then they all did what they want

they knew a nod meant yes

say they are the womens group like i said

and you already messed it up again

mr i got a house from their fucking jobs

Disney's Craziest Mid-Ride Evacuations #shorts #disneyworld

this is it

evacuate, leave meant it

leave the moms here

points at the ground where

and the moms drug it

we get to leave

they stand there

the moms do

their pastors were boats of guys asking after robbing for the first time hey wanna go with us free food since

dont go to school

who cares attack them

anyone alive and not on dope

and alcohol

cause THEn they fuck them

Santino Marella vs. Honky Tonk Man - Intercontinental Championship Match: Cyber Sunday 2008

you cannot fuck with that honkey tonk

he did show up to school to touch me

the fake italian beaner guy

and showed up in church too

i preformed an exorcism

and saw all that shit

lay 45 down and fuck kids to live

wtf

and lie in the back of church and free food at soup kitchen

and free detroit

live in land

and fuck

wtf whoa honkey tonk get in a truck and drive and live anywhere

im the only one who had information

all they did was drive is someone there

what are they doing

[stacy-fakename]

Ok, I've got so many D20 OCs so here we go! Just a warning, most of these were made while I was a preteen/teenager that was desperate for a relationship, so it's a lot of self-insert OC's that are shipped with my favorite NPC/PCs. Also a lot of pining.

My Fantasy High OC was named Parker Brighton, Human Wild Sorcerer, he/him. Drama kid, former gifted kid, total self insert. There wasn’t much substance or backstory to him admittedly, though I'm thinking of rewriting him and including a romance arc with Zayn because I love the new art!

My ACOC OC is a manservant by the name of Colaton Cream. He's a Lore Bard/Open Hand Monk. He's a root beer float, 3/4 Candian and 1/4 Dairy Islander, and a peasant who used to live by the Cola River before managing to get himself hired as an undercook at Castle Candy. Slowly, he worked his way up, until Liam came along and he was assigned to be his manservant. He accompanied him to Comida alongside the princesses' handmaiden, Licorina Loghead, who acts as a dear friend to him. After the Sucrosi Road fight, it's revealed that he and Constano Grissini know each other, and later revealed to just the audience that they have been courting each other for years. Colaton and Licorina accompanied the Rocks to tournament and to Saint Arugula, where Licorina is killed by a stray arrow from a guard. After trying and failing to get Constano to help them, he ran away with group to the docks. After they returned to Castle Candy, he manages to get most of the servants out of the castle with them. They don't do much in the plot, I just thought it was insane that nobody mentioned the dozens of people that probably died that were also the people Ruby grew up with her entire life. Saccahrina helps him learn about his magic, this is where he begins taking more Bard levels. At Buzzybrook, he finally manages to convince Constano to abandon his post and help them, and they address the issues in their relationship and decide to take a break until the war is over. In the final battle, they take down (insert major antagonist) together, and Colaton ends up becoming a diplomat in the epilogue to help bolster relatons between Candia and Ceresia, with Constano as his personal guard. They still seem to think no one knows about their secret relationship. Everyone knows.

My TRW OC is Senator Wedwina Crustulam, she/her. She is a wedding cake, Ceresian senator of Candian decent. Her dress is just a 7 tiered wedding cake, with her head being a chocolate covered strawberry on top. She is blackmailed by the FDA with knowledge of (I don't remember, I forgot to write it down). I don't think I ever finished writing her arc, because I got distracted with my own campaign I was DMing around the time.

My ACOFAF OC is one of my favorites. Their name is Nobody, pronouns they/them/any. They are the champion of the Trickster Court. They essentially represent the famous fae trick of "Nobody/Nothing/None can harm you here", where it makes mortals think they are safe when actually there's a being named Nobody/Nothing/None that can harm them. Their whole arc would be a metaphor for how women in the regency period were treated. They aren't allowed to have opinions, or be unique, or stand out. Fade into the background, don't speak until spoken, that's your job and it's improper to act like a real person. Nobody is fully invisible all the time, they have no idea what they look like. They wear a comedy mask when talking to those not from their court, but that is the most individuality they are allowed to have, however after befriending Binx, they would begin to find their own identity and Binx would help them explore expressing it through fashion. By the end of story, they would come up with a new name for themself and join Court Of Craft. They also met Andhera years ago at a previous Bloom when they were both young, and due to regularly accompanying diplomatic envoys to the Unseelie Court, secretly built up a friendship (and a possibly unrequited crush) on him. They end up being the one to set up Binx and Andhera, believing that Andhera deserves someone far better and more real than them. What can I say, I'm a fan of pining.

I've got two for Mentopolis. Number one is Annie Iris. She's a news reporter that reports on whatever Elias is seeing. She represents the brain ability to process color. Her outfit is constantly changing colors to match the colors of whatever Elias is looking at. Not much more to say about her. The second OC is Romeo A. Traktion. He's romantic attraction. He's bisexual (as we all know Elias definitely is), pronouns he/him. He was an up-and-coming actor, but right before his big break, the Ice Skates happened. It caused Elias to start distancing himself from others for fear of being hurt, utterly destroying Romeo's career (along with his sister Platonia Traktion's career, not sure what she was tho) and he turned to the mob to support himself. This led to Elias only seeing romance as something to gain from, rather than be a part of. Romeo and Fanny are great friends, and she introduced him to Anastasia who introduced him to Dan Fucks. He now works at Sugah's part time, while rekindling his old love for acting. He even recently got cast in a movie called "The Barista That Remembered My Drink Order".

TRIGGER WARNING, CANNABLISM, STARVATION, CHILD ABUSE, EYE HORROR, BODY HORROR I have so many Neverafter OCs, that I am literally DMing a campaign of them right now. So I'll just talk about one today, Hansel. He/They, Conjuration Wizard. Once upon a time, there were two children who lived in kingdom of Bliss, west of the Lullaby Lands, under the rule of Princess Rapunzel and her prince. These twins, named Hansel and Gretel, came from a broken home, with a dead mother, apathetic father, and a truly Wicked Stepmother. But despite this, they were as happy as children in the Times Of Shadow could be, because they had each other. One day, they were led into the forest to die, their bread crumb trail eaten by beasts. But after days in the forest, the children found a house made of gingerbread and candy. They soon found themselves invited in by the houses ancient blind tenant, before Hansel was locked in the dungeon, forced to eat unending candy so that he may be killed and eaten, while his sister starved and slaved away as the Blind Witch's new maid. Weeks later, the Witch began to stoke the fires that would be used to bake Hansel into a pie, when young Gretel valiantly tried to push her in instead! But she was caught, and the Witch threw her into the oven. Finding the resulting pie to be distasteful (stringy and dry from the weeks of starvation), the Witch forced Hansel to eat his twin sister. And this finally broke him. Bursting out of the cage, Hansel ripped out one of the Blind Witch's white eye, and shoved her into the fire. But he could feel the dark power in the ivory eye he held, and before he could think, he felt himself rip out one of his own eyes and replace it with the Witch's. He could feel the Witch's power begin to breath into him. He left the Gingerbread Cottage, not before stealing the Witch's cookbook of spells, and began again his search for home. Sorry, couldn't help but tell the backstory as if it were a storybook. Feels required when dealing with Neverafter OCs. I really wanted to focus on the themes of consumption as a metaphor for both love and trauma in Neverafter. Also, the swan from Hansel and Gretel that helps them get home is Hansel's familiar, and also the Ugly Duckling! I plan on writing a fic about this, so I won't go too into detail on the story, but will say that a big focus will be put on including cut characters and settings (Goldilocks, Shoeburg, Nutcracker, etc) from canon, while also bringing in the witches as a major player alongside the fairies, princesses, Stepmother, Wolf, Gander, and of course Destiny's Children. Oh! And empathizing with Rapunzel, because Hansel can relate at least a little bit to her trauma of being held captive by a witch. And actually keeping Muffet and Itsy Bitsy along as major NPCs! Because Rapunzel and Muffet were my favorite NPCs that season.

If you are a fan of TTRPG Shows (like TAZ, CR, D20, Naddpod, etc) please reblog and tell me all about your OC for these shows.

Don't even fucking lie saying you don't have one, we were all teens who made OCs and then got into D&D where we make characters for fun, I know you have one.

That one character you keep tucked away in the corner in case you ever got invited on the stream even though you know it will never happen.

Give me everything you have: character sheets, drawings, your ten pages of lore. I want it all so I can hoard it and admire it like a damn dragon. it doesn't deserve to be hidden away, show them off! I would love to see them!

(edit) also, for every 10 people who say one, I reblog talking about one of mine. Since we're at ten, check the reblogs for my 1st one, lol.

[i-like-sparkly-things]

Right in front of you

A Halstead!sister

Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "

"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.

But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? Or being caught?"

Requested : Yes by @study-coffee-chicago : They found out she cheated on a test in high school...and Jay's the one who has to pick her up.

Warnings : angry!Jay (lots of it), alcohol, swearing, anxiety attacks

Note : I am so so so sorry this so longg 😭 I ended up so far away from the actual request kayela please don't block mee 😭 butt I've learned alot in writing abt active and passive voices and using more imagery Yayy!! I'm so glad that yall are ok with my grammar thank uu🥺

MASTERLIST HERE

The piles of homework and flashcards you needed to memorize had no end in sight, and now that Will was taking nightshifts along with his usual double shifts, and intelligence was tracking down an underground drug cartel, you spent most days alone, allowing your mind to engulf you.

Every time you sat down to study, you felt a striking pain in your chest. In mere seconds the air was sucked out of your lungs and you found yourself panting, desperate to get oxygen back into your body.

You would be surrounded by books and worksheets and you could swear the walls of your room were closing in towards you, trapping you in a sea of incomplete work.

You failed to follow the schedules and to do lists you had made for yourself. Staring at them, hoping the essays would write themselves.

All you needed, was a break. A moment to relax from anything and everything.

So when your best friend mentioned that her brother used to drink a little before he appeared for an exam, your mind was quick to catch on.

Last night you had borrowed a little bit of beer from Jay's stash of alcohol and took a few sips of it as you studied.

The more you drank, the less bitter it became. It was a weird, new sensation, but it worked nonetheless.

Except now, you were sitting in the girls bathroom at school, ramaging through your notes, trying to recollect what you had learned yesterday.

You saw what you had underlined and highlighted— names in pink and important dates in yellow—but your mind came up blank.

Flipping the pages you saw people in wigs, and castles burning to the ground —None of which you recognized.

A wave of anxiety rippled through you unable to comprehend your next thought —you were going to fail.

Your head was throbbing as you ran a hand down face, massaging your temples trying to calm yourself down.

You took out your water bottle that you had filled with beer and swallowed a few gulps, hoping that it would help you think straight.

You groaned, feeling the sting of alcohol at the back of your throat, popping some mints into your mouth, you ran towards the exam hall.

***

Your foot bounced on the polished wood floors as sweat pooled on your forehead.

You thought you were careful —only taking a peek from your friends answer sheet when Mrs.Ling's back was facing you.

Everything would have worked out if it wasn't for that kid sitting behind you. In a split second your teacher turned around, when he dropped his pen, to see you peering over your partner's desk.

Now you were sitting in the principles office praying that Jay wouldn't be the one picking you up.

You could already imagine his anger at you for pulling him away from his case, only to find you cheated.

Unfortunately luck was not on your side today.

You dare not look at Jay as he entered the office, letting out a huff as he sat down. You could feel the rage emitting him, tension filling the room, as he burned holes looking at you.

"I'll get straight to the point" Your principal started.

"Please" Jay growled, struggling to contain himself. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, when he got the call saying that you had cheated on your midterms.

You and Will were alike,at least he thought so, both good at science and math but weak at geography and history. Nonetheless you continued to secure good grades for the most part.

"Y/n here, was caught cheating from a classmates answer sheet. Our teacher caught her red handed. I truly did not expect this from you. These midterms cost thirty percent of your grade..... "

Pretty soon his voice was muffled like he was getting farther and farther away from you. His figure swayed in front of you as you squinted your eyes to keep him in the center of your vision.

" You are suspended, Mrs halstead"

Your eyes widened , your body choosing the perfect time to bring out what little beer you had taken when you heard those words, letting the alcohol mix with the adrenaline.

"WHAT??!! " Damn, alcohol really bought out your courage as Jay stared at you in shock at your audacity.

"Y/n, your lucky I'm letting you retake the exam. That's only because you've had a clean record so far. I strongly suggest you start preparing early Ms. halstead" your principal said in a firm but monotone voice that left you speechless.

Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "

Oh god. Every now and then, the ground would sway beneath you, tiles shifting in your vision. But you counted your steps, carefully putting one foot in front of the other, not wanting Jay to find out what else you had done........ until now.

You tilted your head, only to be met with your brother's piercing stare but little did he know, now it made it infinitely harder to concentrate on your walking.

"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.

But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? *Or being caught?*"

***

You rested your head on the seat as Jay entered the truck, flinching, when he slammed the door shut. Your pounding headache was getting worse by the minute, as your ears started to ring.

You blinked a few times squinting to focus on the road ahead of you but the fast-moving cars and the loud horns made you feel like your head was going to explode.

"Y/n," he addressed you, much calmer now.

You forced yourself to turn to your brother, who wore a confused expression.

But the moment he saw your deshelfed hair and your cracked lips, a wave of worry crashed over him. What the hell?

The truck came to a stop at a red light and Jay immediately scanned you over "Y/n?" he grabbed your chin, his jaw dropping, as he came face to face with reality.

"Are you drunk!!?" he barked , steam basically pouring out of his ears.

But your pleading eyes and empty silence gave him the answer he needed. "Are you kidding me??" he snarled as he slammed the steering wheel.

Oh God no. A blinding pain ripped through your head when Jay's palms made contact with the hard plastic. You winched turning your head away from your furious brother, letting out a whimper.

Jay's eyes widened at the sound, his heart breaking, realizing the pain you were in.

If he was going to be mad at you or at least punish you, you needed to be sober.

He stepped on the pedal as the light turned green taking a few breaths, trying to calm himself down.

With the vice lords reclaiming their territory and selling uncut fentanyl, bodies were dropping all over the city most of them being kids.

Kids..... your age.

Every kid at the morgue, just reminded him of you. He saw parents sobbing, begging for their kids to come back but Jay new better. They were never going to come home. Ever.

So he made it a priority to catch these ruthless creatures. He made it a priority over his sleep, over nine hours shifts and unknown to him, over spending time with you.

"Hey , hey" he whispered, not wanting to hurt you again, "We'll talk about this later ok? for now...... just..... it's ok..... I've got you" here reached out his hand, the other still on the steering wheel, to slowly rub your back as you tried to breath through the pain.

" I got you"

***

Jay wrapped a hand around you allowing you to hold onto him for support.

Silently, he deposited you on the couch, laying you down. He knew that he wasn't in any state to talk to you. He needed to clear his mind from his racing thoughts and rueful images of dying teenagers.

His phone rang, indicating that the district was awaiting him. "Here" he reluctantly shook your shoulders "Y/n, I need to go ok? Will will be here soon"

***

Almost half an hour had passed and you were waiting for Will to get out of the shower. You'd heard Jay explain everything to him over the phone.

You thought about how disappointed he would be.

Will —being the nerd he was— always helped you with your projects and gave you pop quizzes during breakfast, before your exams. He taught you how to organize flashcards just like he did in med school.

Even through your blurry thoughts, the image of Will's betrayed face and embarrassed eyes, knowing you cheated, lingered on your mind.

Your body was all over the place. Tiny noises echoing through your ear. Your muscles simultaneously aching and loose.

You were shivering as you tried to curl up into a ball. Your body trying to hold what little heat it had within itself.

But nothing stopped your tears.

You felt water drops make their way down your cheeks forming small splotches of water on the cushion you laid your head on.

And you didn't bother to wipe them away.

Will more or less was in the same state you were in. There was a multi-vehicle accident on the highway and victims were piling in the ED. He was running from one treatment room to the other, waiting to get back home and crash.

Will walked over to you with a huge glass of water and an advil, gently  nudging you to sit up.

Your head still pounded, your eyes zoning in and out of the figure in front of you "Y/n, here drink the whole glass and take this" Will soothed, placing the glass and the pill in your hand "I—I'm sorry" You whispered, distracting yourself from Will's eyes.

Will knew he should be angry. Just like Jay was but he couldn't bring himself to blaming you, not until he had the full story anyway.

You looked so petite on the enormous couch, your legs folded on top of each other, arms shaking as you drowned the glass of water along with the Advil.

Your red puffy eyes and tear strained cheeks,were a contrast from your usual self. or he thinks. He's been pretty busy lately, so he's not too sure. " We'll talk about it later. I'm not angry. I promise"

He assured and was about to head to bed himself when you grabbed his wrist.

If he wasn't angry at you then maybe— just maybe—he would help you.

"Stay" You pleaded , the word falling from your lips just as easily as it had, many, many times before.

And just like before, you were met with Will's soft brown eyes filled with sympathy, ready to help. Ready—to be by your side.

He's slowly nodded climbing onto the couch, next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and you nestled into him, laying your head on his chest.

You found some comfort as he embraced you, talking you under his arm and encompassing you in his warmth.

Holding on to him, you hoped that he would take your pain away, just like he did when you were little.

***

Will woke up to an uncomfortable feeling of something —or someone—   tugging at his shirt.

He slowly opened his eyes allowing them to adjust to the light as he felt another a tug at his side. He looked over to you, but your eyes were shut, brimming with tears, your arm laid across his chest.

You were holding on to Will , using him as a lifeline, grounding you from the pain.

You felt a hand squeezing your own, stopping you from gripping the fabric "Y/n?" You opened your eyes to look up at will who had tears of his own, staring at the state you were in "it's okay, I'm here, I'm right here"

He encircles you, tighter than before, whispering soothing assurances into your hair.

***

With Will's help, the pain slowly subsides, allowing you access to your thoughts again.

You step out of the shower, into the living room and your eyes widen seeing Jay and Will sitting at the kitchen counter.

You didn't even hear Jay come in, but right now taking in his hardened glare, you didn't dare ask.

You knew what was coming and you didn't fight. You couldn't.

"So apparently we're cheating on our midterms now, huh?" Jay's calm voice made shivers run down your spine, starting to take rapid breaths.

"And apparently, someone thinks it's ok to steal alcohol from my stash" He gritted, never breaking I contact with you. "Do you think that's how the world works Y/n? DO YOU? BECAUSE LAST TIME I CHECKED YOU'RE STILL A FUCKING TEENAGER!!" He spat, his thoughts fuming towards your trembling body.

It was every dieing body flashing before his eyes, as the past months' agony slipped off his tongue.

"Jay" Will's voice was stern, giving a knowing look towards his younger brother and didn't bother to give Jay time to argue with him.

"Y/n, we need to know what's going on"

"With school, with tests with....... everything" he stated giving you a solemn look meaning every word he said, promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to figure out what had been going on.

You sucked in a breath weighing all your options. You didn't want them to think that you needed a babysitter or  that you couldn't take care of yourself.

You knew that they had their own problems to worry about but you couldn't take it anymore.

You hated it.

The feeling of your lungs collapsing, struggling to find air for your body, your stress skyrocketing anytime you sat down to study, never getting any thing done.

All day long you would constantly tell yourself to do your work. Every spare second is spent in making a list of things you want to do but when it was time to actually do those things, your mind wandered and emptied.

You took another deep breath, looking up from your feet, your eyes meeting your brothers.

You spilled the past months events from how alone you were all the time and not being able to concentrate to how you ended up drunk at school and cheating on your midterms.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you your hands trembled. You stood crying in the middle of the room until you felt a pair of arms around you.

Will placed his hand at the nape of your neck as he stroked your back with the other "Breathe Y/n, just Breathe" He slowly pulled away leading you to the couch.

God, how he wished he could turn back time. Then he'd been more vigilant to notice the changes that had come over you.

You felt the couch dip on both sides but you intently studied your fingers, fumbling with the hem of your shirt and wiped the tears off your face. They were mad. No, they were furious. You knew it.

But for some reason, they weren't showing it. Maybe they were waiting-

"We're not mad"

You without your head around to look at Jay, furrowing your eyebrows in disbelief. Jay? Not mad? HA.

"but I am disappointed though, but that's only because you didn't tell us......

but stealing alcohol was bad too" he added, earning him a glare from Will.

"Y/n, what Jay means is— we could've helped with school . Homework . Tests . Anything, you name it. We will help" he assured, "But how do we know you need help, if you don't tell us?"

You sighed, taking in the weird turn of events that had happened before you. You had wasted all this time, trying to figure out all your problems out, when the answer was right in front of you.

A mountain of guilt now sat on Jay's shoulders, weighing down on him, pushing him deeper into a wormhole of 'if's'.

Maybe if he'd just been a little more careful, this wouldn't have happened.

Maybe if he'd stop and listen to you once in a while, this wouldn't have happened.

While trying to save kids out on the street, he forgot to care for the kid at home. You were his sister, and yet, here you are in front of him, barely keeping yourself together.

But that would change. Right here. *Right now.*

"Y/n," Jay started "If you would have told us how alone and stressed you were feeling.....I would've taken some time off... Maybe we'd watch a movie or something. All you had to do was ask...... And we'll get you the help you need, y/n. You good with that?" he questioned, his anger and frustration dissipating.

You saw your brother, the workaholic detective, wanting to put his job aside, for you .

You were more important to him, than his job—You realized.

" Yea... Yeah, I am"

Will stood up and got another advil with another glass of water. "and maybe you wouldn't end up drunk and cheating on your test" he smirked, crouching in front of you.

"God, I didn't think it would hurt this bad. I am never drinking again!" you smiled , as you drowned the pill.

"See now that's what I like to hear!!" Jay exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you into his chest. You squirmed, trying to get out of his grip, laughing, when you were joined by Will.

You know what? Maybe, things are going to be okay? Ya know?

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[sugarlove-01]

The Cruelty

Ok this is my story of DwayneXReaderXDavid based in Santa Carla with my own character. I loved the Lost Boys! Always have and always will. They were my favorite characters so I had to write a story about both of them.

Be warned: this isn't a happy fic, this is fanfiction that is based on obsession, stalking, murder, abuse, and death. Some themes are triggering, so be warned.

But it's also a love story.

Prologue:

If you know one of these. You know them all.

You’re born.

You live.

You die.

There you go, life sucks.         

Chapter 1:

Your POV:

Monday, June 13th

9:13 in the Morning

“Mom, can I go down to the beach? And the carnival, please?” I asked.

“Yea, sure. Go out. Explore,” replied my mom.

“Ok, thanks. And I moved in all my stuff to my room.”

“Did you take out all the boxes?”

“Yea. I brought in your purse, too. You forgot it in the truck again.”

“Ok thanks. On your way back, can you bring back some milk?”

“For cereal?”

“No, for Oreo cookies this evening… And cereal tomorrow.”

“Ok. I’ll be back…”

            I walked out of the house. Noting to myself to go to the gas station later this evening for milk. My mother, calling a few friends on the phone, talking about a book club. I rolled down my sleeves. Got my green jacket and my brown shoes on. The weatherman predicted a cloudy day in Santa Carla. Maybe a few winds. Going to the shed, I got out my bike. Unlocked the chain and peddled off.

            Not much has been happening in Santa Carla. Not for the past week that I’ve been here. The moving trucks weren’t needed anymore and my mother had all the help she could get from my father. My father was sleeping on the couch infront of the TV when  had left. He always looked so restless ever since we moved. Maybe it was the exhaustion of moving, or he missed our old house as much as I did.

            As I rode, I passed Tom on the way down the road. He was taking out the trash. He was a neighbor, the one who first greeted us when we moved in. He always took out the trash at 8:15 in the morning, every day. He worked at a hot dog stand near the carnival. He was, in truth, an artist actually. When we first met, I promised him I’d try one of his hotdogs when I went down to check it out.

            I rode out of the neighborhood and down the road. Down the road I looked around. Two men were hanging out at a gas station. One man with dreadlocks was looking at a magazine with a plastic bag in his hand. The other was reading a newspaper. The both of them stood next to a bulletin board that had paper fliers on it. Fliers for concerts, yard sales, puppies, and lost children.

            I got to the pier. The beach looked occupied and warm, with trash all around it. But there were a few men with trash bags picking everything up. I attached my bike to the railings that had bubblegum underneath it. There was strange people here who looked at you and snickered. It seemed they had a thousand piercings and a thousand tattoos and with many different hair styles. They were wild kids.

“So this is Santa Carla….”

            I chained up my bike. With money in my pocket I got in and looked everywhere for something or anything interesting. And there was many in fact. Clowns juggled. Boys danced on cardboard. Cotton candy stands and other sweets were open. Men tried to talk you into buying lotions and cellphone chargers. Even shops for mini golf and leather jackets. Souvenir shops. Tobacco shops. And others.

            I passed my way by, not bothering the roller coaster or other carnival rides. So I walked around the carnival in a circle. There was a drink stand and I decided to buy a pretzel. The cashier inside wore a red and white shirt. He went to get my order. I waited. There was women in bathing suits eating at the tables and shirtless men who watched them. They looked at me sometimes, but didn’t bother.

            The man in red and white came back with my pretzel and a napkin. He asked me for anything else, I said no. When I finished my fingers were buttery and tasted of salt. I went looking for a trash can. At the corner of the stand I found a trashcan, and I 6 men there. One man held a boom box over his shoulder. One man whistled at me, wearing a red spiked dog collar with high eyebrows. I threw away the napkin.

“Hey sweety…” He clicked his tongue.

            I looked at him. And his friend chuckled. I kept walking. Soon I found myself looking in a comic book store. A man and a woman were behind the counter, looking as if asleep. They wore black glasses. I paid no attention. But there were two boys. They packed comics out of a box, placing them on shelves, and organizing them. I didn’t mind comics. What I loved most was the art work and the action.

            Later that evening, I began looking for a hotdog stand. I didn’t have breakfast this morning. But it wasn’t just any hotdog stand. It was where my neighbor worked, Tom. He said I could come right over if I wanted. I found it. It had yellow and green neon lights with a picture of a hotdog man. Tom was there, at the counter in a white and red worker outfit and waiting for someone to approach. And I did.

“Hey Tom…!” I smiled.

“Oh hey! How ya doin, girl? Likin‘ Santa Carla? Or hatin’ it already?”

“It’s ok. I’m just looking around.”

“Ok, cool. You want anything to eat? And guess what’s on the menu!? Hotdogs!”

“Like, omg, no way! I would never have guessed....” I laughed.

            The menu was awesome. There was hotdogs on there that I didn’t know existed. Tom worked with a smile and made my small dinner. A hot dog, french fries, an ice-cream bar and a Coke. The Coke came in a glass bottle with a straw for it. Tom talked to me more and said there were seats I could sit on with umbrellas and eat. Where no one could bother me. And when he’s off, he could walk me home.

            I was glad, because that man with the spiked collar creeped me out. It was exciting to be here. There wasn’t much to do. I watch wild kids run with shopping carts, playing duel. Men flirting with women. The security guards watching the boys with spiked hair and alcohol. The tattoo people get more tattoos in stands. The people with piercings get more piercings. And kids dancing to heavy metal on the street.

            Rolling down my sleeves, I went to the beach. That was where it was most hectic. A lot of people were sunbathing and surfing and making sand castles and digging big holes on the beach. A bunch of seagulls were flying over picking up small stranded Dorito ships and Cheetos. Even dogs were on the beach, trying to steal a snack or two from their owners or from strangers. But they were just playful.

            It wasn’t later until I went across the Boardwalk watching men in black and white juggle random objects and others host magic shows. Near there I found a Videotape store. The best selection in Santa Carla, and perhaps I could agree. The shop was covered with neon lights, fliers of lost children, and a weird smell around it and with a white dog at the entrance. There was even posters in the corner.

            Finally after a long day at the carnival, I made my way back home. Tom said that he could meet me at the gas station. Tom knew that this the streets could be dangerous. It was a long day. I approached the gas station. The bulletin board seemed to have been added more pictures of children and other people who were lost. That was the thing I noticed most about this new home of mine. All the fliers.

            Peddling towards the gas station, I went inside. There were more fliers of lost children, and a security guard with a mustache. Going inside, I looked for the milk and a newspaper. It was only 8:15 in the evening, but I felt it was time to turn in. And I was tired. And plus my mother probably waited long enough for the milk. The newspaper was for me. Tom was already inside, and we both walked home from there.

David’s POV:

Monday, June 13th

6:30 in the Evening

            As soon as the boys woke from their sleep, they were hungry. Their fangs showing and their eyes fiery and ghoulish. So they found more Surf Nazis, laying around on the beach far from any civilization to hear them scream. So it was perfect. They tore them apart and drank their blood. The Boys were cheerful that night. They threw their bodies into the fire, sizzling. Their skin, cooked, crispy, and curled. They were dead and drained and gone. The boys were satisfied as they howled in laughter. Paul, Marko, and Dwayne were in high spirit tonight.

            David laughed as well. They discarded the bodies, and soon they had to meet up with Max. David lead the way, flying towards the pier. He was well rested to go the Boardwalk and look for her. Yes, dear reader, he’s looking for someone. She must be walking around at this time. David knew that this girl was out and about. Walking about, vulnerable and open. She was new. It was not long ago when David saw her, but it was an accident. Less than a week ago. And that’s when the wheels of fate began to turn. For better or for worse, he didn’t know.

            A walk down memory lane, he remembered when he first looked at her. The sighting was an accident. David thought that she was Star, but was wrong. She had straight hair, different colored eyes. She wore different clothing, not like the gypsy wardrobe Star had for herself. By the look on her face, she didn’t really know Santa Carla or its people. In a way, David, thought it was adorable how she looked so lost and vulnerable to everyone and everything. She was so polite, that even if she ran into a wall she would excuse herself. Prey.

“Hey, yo! Hey! Where ya goin’ David!? I thought we were all goin’ out together, dude?” Marko called out.

“Where’s he goin? It’s not even 8:00 and he’s already ditching us for…. some chicks that he’s either gonna bang or eat!” Paul grinned.

“I don’t have to baby sit you guys all night. Make your way on your own…”

“Aw, come on David. This is the 5th night that you’ve ditched us for god knows what. The hell is goin on? Where the hell do you go buddy?”

            David closed his eyes, gained back his patience, and gripped his bike handle hard. Gripping that bike handle was great restraint on his part. They others mounted their bikes and began their engines.

“Why the hell would he--- Oh nevermind,” Dwayne looked away.

“Oh god. Would you all shutup? I’m goin my own way… See you guys back at the cave…” David seated his motorcycle.

“What? We’re not good ‘nough for you? You leavin us for someone else?” Marko joked.

“Oh, David, is that true? I thought we all had something special!” Paul put the back of his hand on his forehead, swaying backwards.

“Get outta here!” Marko pushed Paul and laughed with him.

            David started his bike and sped off. Leaving his brothers in the dust. Paul and Marko had stupid smiles on their faces.

“Wow, he just chucked it didn’t he?”

“David has no time for us anymore, huh?”

“Just hit it and quit it…”

“Always been my motto…” Paul nodded his head.

Dwayne’s POV:

Monday, June 13th

7:00 in the evening

            The three boys drove off their own way. Their leader flying away to wherever he was gong. The boys didn’t really mind, so they flew off to the carnival. Going off to the Boardwalk, where they dominated all the other gangs in sight. Dwayne looked back, thinking where David really went. It would be easy to ditch Paul and Marko, since they were geeky losers. Something was up, and he didn’t like the fact that David was being mysterious and suspicious. David didn’t have the leader-like qualities like he used to, and that was something that couldn‘t be tolerated. So the boys walked, talking about going to the Videostore. But the quiet one of the group had other plans.

“I’m out,” Dwayne started to walk away, going to find David.

“Hey, whoa there. Where you are going?” asked Marko. Paul noticed and turned to him.

“What’s it to ya?” Dwayne groaned and turned towards Paul and Marko.

“It’s David and now you? What the hell is goin’ on?” asked Paul.

            Damn, Dwayne thought they wouldn’t notice him leaving. Paul was on his right side and on his left side, Dwayne was sandwiched in between them. Being irritated by their very presence.

“None of your damn business! Just drop it.” Dwayne rolled his eyes.

“Ya know, this is the first time this has happened. We’re separating.” Marko pointed out.

“What are you? A lost puppy? We don’t need to be together all the time!”

“Just pointing it out, man! Just wondering where the hell he is!”

“Who?”

“David! That’s who! Ya know!? The one that keeps ditching us for the past 5 days!”

“Shit, man. Maybe you two are the reason he leaves in the first place, damn it!”

“Oh, Dwayne! That was cold!”

“Shut up and get outta my way! Shut your mouth and move it!”

“Ok! Ok! You don’t need to snap, man! Damn, Dwayne! Just chill! Just chill!”

“Well, ya know what I--”

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Can’t you see you’re tearing this family apart!?” Paul gasped and put both his fisted hands on his face with his knees bent towards eachother. What a joker.

“Drama Queen…” Dwayne whispered. Paul noticed.

“Hey, I heard that!”

“Good! It was meant to be heard!” Dwayne called back, leaving them alone.

            So the silent one of the bunch left, and searched for their fearless leader. He walked through the crowds, people looked at him but only saw him as a bored and peculiar man. Some looked at him as a very serious and dangerous man, that could out-silence the dead. Of course the boys had a reputation around Santa Carla. Maybe some people knew his name. Even the other gangs on the beach feared him and his brothers, and try to keep to themselves.

            After walking around for about 20 minutes, Dwayne sat down, lifted his knee to his chest and sighed. The seat was oddly comfortable and clean. No bubblegum or spray paint. Yellow and green neon lights glowed on him. He looked up to see a picture of a hotdog man. A really stupid thing. Dwayne looked at the man at the cashier, dressed in red and white. Maybe Dwayne should tip him in the tip jar. He decided yes, because that guys life as a hotdog man sucks. Then he saw the customer.

            Her long hair. Her jaw line. Her nose. Her ears. Her brown shoes and green jacket. Her hands. In a way, when he first saw her, she looked like Star. But he was mistaken. She was…pretty. She was ordering a hotdog from the worker in red and white. Then something caught his attention. The smell of hotdogs and mustard didn’t catch his nose, but it was her shirt or jacket.

            Dwayne looked at her face, and she didn’t have any wrinkles or any evidence that she did any drinking or drugs. She looked clean. Healthy. But she smelled like cigarettes, alcohol, and… blood. He could obviously see that she wasn’t a vampire or anything. He knew it was all on her jacket. Was that jacket hers? Did she drop it, let it get trampled on by bleeding crack heads, and then wear it again?

            But it was familiar. And he knew it, but couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Then she came over and sat down on the tables and began eating. For some reason, he was intrigued by her. She looked… normal. More normal than anyone here in this whole damn place. She didn’t notice that he was sitting near her. But she just ate, and sat there, and just…looked cute. She looked deep. Real. Like a book with no ending. And soon after a quick 5 minutes, she finished and began walking again.

            He saw her once. But decided to leave it be. He searched for David again. But never found him. Near midnight or so, Dwayne feasted on a lone homeless man before finding his way back to his group. Paul and Marko only wasted their time chasing cats and talking about Max and the Videostore and getting Thorn a spiky collar. Near the time of morning, they hid their bikes, flew back to their cave, hung themselves upside down, and by that time Dwayne had forgotten all about the girl.

David’s POV:

Monday, June 13th

7:05 in the Evening

            She was at the hotdog stand with Tom. Talking. Tom was her neighbor down from her house. From the distance David was, she seemed comforted by Tom. Of course David knew that he was the only friend that she knew. In the crowd all alone, she seemed to be so out of place and awkward. People passed by, and he was delighted that he easily blended in. He transformed himself into a hunter. Teaching himself patience and strength to keep his distance and learn everything. Not telling the boys.

            The hunter that hadn’t made his move yet. He would attack soon, but not just yet. He had to have some sort of tactical plan to get close to her. A gameplan. He had to expand his grounds and know everything about her. And so he did, not telling the boys. After he first saw her a week ago, he followed her home. He saw her parents. They looked like any other couple, looking out for their loved one and all that crap. Enough of them. Around town, she didn’t really have a routine, but just wandered.

            The hard thing was that he slept all day, and knew she was out and about all day. The other hard thing was that she retired too early in the evening for him to see her. So instead he watched her from inside her home sometimes. Her parents obviously looked very delicious, and it was all due to the smell in their veins. She was definitely new in Santa Carla. She moved from Washington. Why she moved, he didn’t know. He learned some small things about her as he continually watched her every move.

            She liked to help her mother with the garden up front, watch her dad cut out magazine pictures and paste them on paper, she loved to see movies every weekend all by herself, talk with Tom in his front yard about Santa Carla and it’s people, her favorite snack were smores, she liked to arrange her room differently each day, she liked to talk with her friends on the phone, play with her hair, watch television and listen to the radio at the same time, and sit in her room and do nothing. She was fascinating.

            So for the rest of the evening, he followed. Keeping his hands in his pockets. Soon he followed her to the gas station where she was suppose to meet Tom and he could walk her home from there. She walked in after looking at the bulletin board. David walked up and entered the gas station himself. The girl didn’t notice him. David walked past the magazines and refreshments to the small shelf of cigarettes and lighters. Tom looked up and smiled as he looked at her. And…David didn’t like Tom.

            David knew that if he tried to get near the girl, then Tom would interfere. For example, if David attacked, then Tom would get in the way. He would be reported and leave an entire mess and have a search party or something. And plus, Max said to keep a low profile. Plus, Tom seemed to be the only reason that the girl left her house and go to the pier in the first place. So…David knew that the damn bastard had to live.

            So Tom and the girl stood in line. Tom’s shoulder was in contact with hers, and David didn’t know if it was a public display of affection. Tom didn’t have anything to purchase, but she had milk and a newspaper. Tom offered to carry her things, but she refused him. David stood right behind them, waiting with them in line. David noticed that every once in awhile, Tom would look over at her and smile. And she would look back and smile, hugging the milk closer. Squeezing the newspaper a little.

            Slowly, but cautiously, David raised his hand and made a small trace down her jacket. Touching her. His glove made a line down her back. David’s been doing this for the past week, and she had never noticed. Putting a small, tiny, teeny fraction of his scent on her. The cashier rang in their stuff, and put the milk and newspaper in a brown paper bag. The girl said to Tom that the milk was for Oreo cookies and cereal, and Tom nodded and smiled at her again. After they left, David purchased his stuff.

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Enough | Sokka

based on this request: You want requests? I have an idea/request if you don't mind and are still accepting them, if not I’m sorry. Maybe “friends to lovers/teammates to lovers” where Reader joins the team from Ba Sing Se and while they’re preparing for the invasion, or beyond, Sokka and Reader fall in love, or start to fall in love? I hope that makes sense. Thanks! Your writing is all wonderful! <3

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The last thing you'd expected was for the Avatar to break into your house.

You'd been upstairs in your room when you'd heard a ruckus from down below, drawing you to your feet with nervousness and light footsteps. Who was it, burglars? You made your way down the stairs, body pressed against the wall. You heard muffled whispering.

"We can't just break into random houses, Sokka!"

"Well, what else are we supposed to do?! Do you have any better ideas?"

Silence.

"That's what I thought, Aang. Just trust the process."

You peered over the corner, catching sight of the intruders. A boy, a bit shorter than you, stood awkwardly in the corner of your living room. He was dressed in yellow and orange robes, his head decorated with a blue arrow. Huh. Beside him, pulling the curtain back cautiously to scan outside, was a boy seemingly about your age. He was tall, tan skin and dark hair, dressed in a sleeveless blue tunic. You didn't peg these guys as particular threats, so you stepped down.

"Uh, hello?"

They spun around with a yelp, assuming defensive positions. The taller boy held something in his hand - a boomerang? He narrowed his eyes at you.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

"Um, this is my house? Who are you?"

He lowered his arm, glancing around sheepishly. "Oh, uh, sorry. We needed to hide."

You raised an eyebrow. "Hide? Hide from who?"

The younger boy spoke up. "The Dai Li."

You furrowed your brows. "The Dai Li?" You questioned, confused. "Why would you need to hide from them? Did you, like, break the law?"

The older boy crossed his arms. "What? No!"

"Then why are you hiding?"

"Because they're after us!"

"Why would they be after you if you didn't break the law?"

"Because!" He was flailing his arms now, and you almost chuckled with amusement. "They - they're bad guys!"

You looked at him flatly. "That sounds like something a criminal would say."

He groaned. "Ugh, ok, ok. Once we know they're gone, we'll leave."

"Are you sure? I was gonna invite you for some tea and cookies," you teased. He glances back, as if seeing if you were serious, before turning back grumpily.

The younger boy scratches his head awkwardly. "Um, anyway, thanks for not kicking us out. I'm Aang."

You chuckle. "Yeah...no problem. I'm Y/n." You aren't quite sure why you're having a conversation with the guys who just broke into your house, but they seem nice enough. The older one's a little grouchy, but for some reason you feel safe.

Aang smiles brightly. "Nice to meet you. This is Sokka," he says, nudging his shoulder.

Sokka glances back at you. "Hey." You offer him a wave.

"So...why are you hiding in my house?"

Aang glances at Sokka, and it seems like a silent argument passes between them. Sokka shakes his head, Aang gives him an imploring look, and Sokka glares. Then he throws his hands up, mumbles a "Fine", and Aang turns back to you with a grin.

"Well, you see, I'm the Avatar," Your eyes grow wide. "And we're trying to get some important information to the Earth King. But the Dai Li don't want us to, so they're kinda chasing us."

"You're the Avatar?" You breathe. He nods cheerfully. "Wait - so, why are the Dai Li chasing you? Shouldn't they be helping?"

"Yeah, they should," Sokka says. "But they decided to, you know, not."

You're confused. The Dai Li are the highest level of protection for the people of Ba Sing Se. Why wouldn't they help the Avatar? You look around the room, spotting the closet near the door. An idea pops into your head.

"I can help." They both turn to you, looking skeptical. "I mean I can help you get out. Without being noticed."

They look at each other, hold their gaze, then turn to you and nod.

///

"I look ridiculous."

You stifle a laugh, taking in Sokka's appearance. "I think you look great. And it'll help you get by unnoticed, so that's what matters."

He's dressed in your father's trench coat, a heavy, brown beast of a thing that's so long it pools at his ankles. He's also sporting a dashing top-hat; the brim so wide it effectively shelters his face. He glares.

Aang comes bouncing in, dressed in a hooded cape that provides coverage for his tattoo. He stops short when he sees Sokka, doubling over in laughter. "Oh, you look great, Sokka."

Sokka groans, slumping over. "Let's just get out of here."

You lead them out the front door, scanning the road for any sign of threats. You step out, the boys following in tow, and walk as confidently as you can past the agents lining the street. Eventually, you successfully make it out of the middle ring. Sokka immediately sheds his disguise.

"Well, here you go," you say, looking around. Although only one ring above you, the Upper Ring is much nicer than you're used to. "Good luck with the Earth King."

Aang's eyes grow wide. "Wait! You should...you should come with us!"

You tilt your head. "Come with you where?"

"Back to our place! You could meet our friends!" He nudges Sokka, who appears disinterested. "Right, Sokka?"

Sokka's eyes snap to yours. "Oh, uh, sure. I guess."

You're about to politely decline, but Aang is staring at you so hopefully that you can't turn him down. You smile softly. "Sure, Aang."

"Awesome! Let's go."

You're led through the cobblestone pathways, eyes trailing after ornate carriages and towering buildings. Soon, you reach their house. The home of the Avatar. Sokka walks up and turns the knob, jumping back in surprise. In front of him stands a girl, not much younger than you, with her hands on her hips and her eyes bright with anger.

"Where have you been?!" She demands, dragging him inside by his collar. "We've been worried sick! I mean, you didn't even leave a note, didn't say anything-"

"We're sorry, Katara," Aang intervenes, hands raised in peaceful greeting. "We got caught up."

It's then that her eyes fall on you, gaze softening into uncertainty. She looks at Sokka expectantly.

"Oh!" He exclaims, stepping back and gesturing towards you. "This is Y/n. She helped us get away from the Dai Li."

The girl, Katara as she'd been called, offered you a slight smile of gratitude. "Thank you for helping my idiot brother."

You chuckled, grinning at the look of betrayal Sokka gave the girl. "It was no problem."

She nodded, extending her arm. "Do you want to come in?"

You glanced towards Aang, who was smiling excitedly. "Oh, yeah, sure."

You stepped inside, feeling a bit awkward. You didn't really understand why Aang wanted you to come so badly, but it was a kind gesture nonetheless. You scanned the interior; emerald walls adorned with gold plating that was probably more expensive than your whole apartment. You fidgeted your fingers, standing by while Katara and Sokka bickered about responsibility. A slam startled you out of your thoughts.

"Who's this?" A girl stepped out of the - hole? Yeah, hole, she'd just kicked a hole in the wall. Katara paused her lecture.

"Toph, this is Y/n. She helped Sokka and Aang with the Dai Li."

"Cool." She yawned, walking past you and plopping on the couch.

"We need to get to the Earth King," Sokka said, assuming a demeanor of focus and determination. "If the Dai Li aren't going to help us get to him, we'll have to do it ourselves." He briefly explained his plan, something about breaking into the fancy party that was happening later that night. They came up with roles, with guidelines for what each person should do, working together like a well-oiled machine. You felt out of place, you didn't know what your purpose was here. Aang turned to you, smiling softly.

"Y/n, you in?"

You stared. You couldn't comprehend the reason this boy had so much faith in you, the reason these kids were so willing to let you in on their scheme after just meeting you less than an hour ago. You didn't understand why you trusted them, either. You smiled.

"I'm in."

///

That was your first mistake.

When you'd agreed to break into an Earth Kingdom party with the Avatar, you didn't think you'd end up having to flee your home. You sat upon Appa's back, knees pulled to your chest as Ba Sing Se grew smaller. Sokka was steering, and the rest had their heads tucked into their hands. Except for Aang, who was lying unconscious next to Katara.

You'd remained in the city with Katara as the rest of the group separated, happy to spend some time with your newfound friend. It was then that things got messy; you found out the Fire Nation had infiltrated the government, the local tea-boy was actually a banished prince, and you found yourself in the crystal catacombs as a battle went on around you. You'd been there with Zuko and Katara, and you weren't sure exactly what'd gone down between them but it was obviously something serious, and you'd been there as he joined his sister - Azula. She was pretty scary.

You fought the best you could, your unpracticed earth-bending not doing much damage against the Dai Li agents, before Aang was struck by Azula's lightning. Now, you sat atop his sky-bison, mind racing and body numb from the shock of it all. You were in way over your head.

The five of you met up with Sokka and Katara's dad after dropping off the Earth King, because, you know, he was just casually there, too, boarding a Fire Nation ship as a means of disguise. Sokka introduced you to his father, Hakoda, who welcomed you with a warm smile and a firm handshake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. Sokka's told me a lot about you. You two must really get along well," he said when Sokka was out of ear reach, voice laced with mirth. You flushed when you registered what he was implying; the mischief gleaming in his eyes. You frantically tried to put a sentence together.

"Oh, we're not - he doesn't...I mean we do, but not like-" He cut you off with a chuckle and a friendly pat to your shoulder.

"I'm just teasing. Come on, let's join the others."

You sat with your friends and the Water Tribesmen aboard the steely deck, huddling with Toph and Sokka for warmth. Katara went downstairs to heal Aang, who had yet to wake. Your meals mainly consisted of rice as it was too risky to stop and buy more supplies. You were still dressed in your Earth Kingdom clothes; green-tinted pants and a tunic, feet clad in worn-down boots. Not ideal for posing as a Fire Nation soldier.

You were still in shock, you supposed, at how quickly things changed and how fiercely your life was ripped from you. I mean, just a few days ago you were a normal kid living in the middle ring of Ba Sing Se, where nothing remotely exciting ever happened. Then, the Avatar and his friend had broken into your house and now everything was different. You weren't upset, it was just a lot to process. You were worried for Aang and a bit overwhelmed at the reality that seemed to be your new friends' normal. So when everyone else returned to their rooms for sleep, you made your way to the overlook.

The moon beamed down over the sea - ivory light caressing the waves and kissing the surface. You breathed deeply, inhaling the cool night air that smelled of salt-water and a freedom you'd never experienced. You sat there, slightly chilly from the cold, when a warm presence took place by your side.

You glanced up, seeing Sokka's skin glowing under the starlight. Woah, had he always been this pretty? It was probably just the moon...that and your sleep deprivation. Yeah, that was it.

"What're you doing up?" He questioned, eyes cast out to the horizon. His hair was loose from its usual ponytail - wolf-tail, as he'd passionately pointed out to you days earlier - the dark locks flowing freely about his face. You tore your eyes away, following his stare.

"Just couldn't sleep," you glanced over. "You?"

He sighed, leaning against the metal. "Me neither. Just worried."

You turned to face him, face softening into concern. "About what?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "About Aang. About the Earth Kingdom...just...everything."

You moved closer, resting your forearms against the edge of the ship. He pressed his shoulder against yours.

"I get it. I am, too. Everything that's happening is just...crazy. There's no way I could've even imagined it."

Sokka tilted his head towards you, blue eyes glimmering with compassion and softness. "Yeah...how are you doing? I haven't really asked, I mean, this must be kinda shocking for you."

You snorted, nodding your head. "Well, yeah. But it's ok. I'm not the one who has it worst right now."

"Sure, but you can still talk about it. You can talk to me...if you want."

You smiled up at him, his face shadowed by the abyss of the night. "Thanks."

He offered you a grin before staring up at the sky. "You know, that's my first girlfriend," he said, pointing at the moon.

"The moon?" He nodded. "That's...rough."

///

It was finally here. The day of Black Sun.

You'd be lying if you said you felt totally prepared, but with some rigorous earth bending lessons from Toph and sparring with Sokka, you felt more confident in your abilities.

A finger poked your cheek. "Hey, are you listening?"

You glanced at Sokka's teasing grin, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly. "Uh...yes?"

"Really," he said, moving to stand in front of you. "What did I say?"

"Something about...food?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "It's ok, I'll tell you later." He looked behind him, taking in the sight of the preparing fighters and looming submarines. He took your hand in his. "Are you ready for this?"

You sigh, squeezing his fingers between your own. "Ready as I'll ever be."

He smiles down at you, and the look in his eyes is pure adoration. He reaches to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "You know, I'm glad I broke into your house."

You snort, swatting his hand away. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks a lot, nerd."

He chuckles. "Hey, I know you're glad, too. Otherwise, you never would've met me and would've been miserable and bored your whole life."

You laugh, but it's probably true. You and Sokka had grown much closer over the past weeks, days spent in playful conversation and evening strolls, in play-wrestling and heads rested on shoulders. You were the one he came to when his mind was troubled, when his energy was too spent to conjure any jokes. Yeah, you were glad, too.

You were called into the submarines - Sokka's invention, something you were unfathomably proud of - and off you went. Into the Fire Nation. Your arrival went mostly smoothly, disregarding the few punctures in the submarine walls, and you ran out of the carrier with the earth at your fingertips. Aang had flown off to fight the Fire Lord, and it was up to the rest of you to deal with everyone else. Your heart pumped loudly, blood rushing in your ears and adrenaline flowing in your veins. You raised your arms, summoning the ground upwards to knock out a few soldiers.

"Y/n!"

You turned around just in time to see Katara swoop down on Appa, Sokka and Hakoda climbing up with her. "Come on!" she yelled. "We're going to take out the soldier's battlements."

You nodded, running towards the bison and pulling yourself atop the saddle with help from Sokka. Appa lifts off, reaching between the battlements.

"Katara and I will take the one on the right," Hakoda said, his voice one of a true commander. "Sokka and Y/n, the left. Let's go."

You climb the battlement, hoisting yourself inside through the window before scanning the room. Pointed outwards is a sort of cannon, aimed perfectly towards the group of fire benders that were advancing towards your friends. You step forward, trying to figure out the mechanics while Sokka climbs in. "Oh-ho," he says, taking note of the projection of the cannon. "This thing is just begging to be fired."

You nodded, toying with the controls. Sokka stepped behind you. "Here, I'll show you."

He placed his palm over your hand, guiding it to where it needed to be. From his pocket he pulled a match - where did that come from, anyway? - and nudged it between your fingers. "Light it up, Sunshine."

You place the tip to the ignition, Sokka aiming the cannon. He pulls you back against him, arms wound tightly around your waist, and you cover your ears. The canon booms, sending out a flurry of smoke. You rush forward, fearful of the damage you might have just inflicted, breathing out when you see that it only landed between the soldiers and your friends. It didn't hit them, something you were a bit grateful for, but it allowed the fighters to evade the onslaught. Sokka chuckled in your ear.

"Not bad, not bad."

"You did all the work."

"That's not true! You were vital."

You shake your head, fighting off a grin. "Ok, we should probably get rid of this thing now."

"Agreed."

You climb back out the window, jumping onto the ground with a thud. Breathing deeply, you concentrated your mind on the earth that lay below the battlement, and with a flick of your wrist, it crumbled. From the cliffside it fell, effectively ridding you of one other thing to worry about.

Sokka let out a low whistle. "Impressive."

You turned to him, out of breath. He stepped closer, brows knitted in slight concern as he lifted your chin with his knuckles. "Hey, you ok?"

You nodded, swallowing and trying to rewatch your breath. "Yeah, still a little new to this."

His thumb stroked your cheek before he moved his arm, placing it over your shoulders. "Come on, just stay with me."

You did, gladly.

///

So...things didn't exactly go as planned.

It turned out that the Fire Lord knew all along about the invasion, and Aang never had the chance to fight him. You'd come face-to-face with Azula again, something that made your blood boil. You'd had to leave - leaving the adults behind while the kids climbed aboard Appa's saddle. You were all exhausted, slumped over and falling to your knees when you finally reached the Western Air Temple.

You tried to mull your sadness; that guilty feeling that it was you who should've been left behind instead. You knew everyone was hurting - some in ways you couldn't really fathom. Aang felt like he had failed - again - and he went to bed that night with a half-hearted side hug and tired eyes. Toph felt weak, something she hated more than anything in the world. And Sokka and Katara...they'd lost their dad again.

So when you saw Sokka on the mountainside, head held in hands, you felt that he was more important. You plopped down next to him, his eyes snapping up and softening when they laid on you. No words were spoken; they didn't need to be. Instead, he sighed, pressing his cheek against your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair, soothing him with your touch. You only halted when he laced your fingers with his own, pulling your hand to his lap and tracing patterns across your skin.

"It's not your fault, Sokka."

He nodded against you, but you heard his sniff. You straightened up, his head begrudgingly lifting from its place against you before you cupped his face with your palm. "It's not," you implored, desperate for him to stop feeling so down on himself. "None of us could've predicted that they knew. And with Azula...she knew what she was doing. None of this is because of you."

He glanced away, blue eyes brimming with the tears he'd fought so hard to keep at bay. He dipped his head in silent acceptance, nuzzling against the warmth of your palm. You smiled sadly.

"It's not over, Sokka. There's still hope, now more than ever. And I know we'll figure it out."

He raised his gaze, and it seemed like his soul was carried in his stare. Slowly, enough so that you thought you imagined it, his eyes drifted down to your lips. He leaned in slowly, bringing his calloused hand to brush back your hair. You were frozen, as if one wrong move would shatter you from this dream. His palm was warm against your cheek, and his nose bumped your own. Your eyes met his, close enough together that it was a bit funny to look at, and he offered you a silent question. You answered with your lips against his.

He breathed against you, fingers carding through your hair. His lips were warm and oh, so soft, and they moved against yours with ease. You wound your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. He was warm, and he was familiar, and he was safe. You pulled apart when your lungs ached for air, peeling your eyes open with effort. He was looking at you, and you were looking at him, and suddenly a grin broke out across his face. He laughed breathily, nudging his head into the crook of your neck. You laughed with him, holding him tight. You sat there together for who knows how long, melted in each other's embrace under the light of the moon. He pressed soft kisses against your neck and whispered thanks into your ears. You responded with a peck to his tanned cheeks. You were right, he knew. It wasn't over. There was time left, and there was hope. Wrapped in your arms, he was sure of that.

[persephone-is-here-omg]

In Nomine Patris.

Pairing: Priest!Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: Smut. This fic features explicit sexual content involving a catholic priest, if that isn’t your thing or it offens you skip this one. If you know this offends you and you still read it, whatever feelings you experience after are your problem, not mine. Otherwise, enjoy. Slight chocking.

Word Count: 5530.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

Father Barnes has your panties in his pocket.

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You brush your hands nervously down your dress as you step into the church and locate the few family members that have made it out today to your youngest cousin’s First Communion. Truth be told you haven’t been near a church in almost three years, struggling with your faith and the relationship with your family has left you nearly isolated. You scurry to a place beside your aunt and greet her with a smile and a kiss as she points out to your cousin, seated on one of the very first benches on the dress that has become somewhat of a family relic, you wave at her and blow a kiss in her direction as she smiles and sits back down.

Your eyes move around the church from the back to the front slowly, landing on some familiar faces. When your gaze falls on the priest your heart skips a beat, he looks at you intently, his blue eyes fixed on you and you can’t look away. His lips curl slightly upwards, he looks away, you don’t know what his expression means and your aunt looks at you “I see you’ve discovered the new priest”

You look at her and blink in confusion, you had been away so long that the priest had been changed and you had no knowledge about it, you look at him again and notice the glove in his left hand, your curiosity picking up.

“When did he arrive?” You ask her, trying to not sound as affected as you feel.

“Monday. Antonia wouldn’t stop talking about him until I reminded her that he is a man of God and talking that way about him was wrong”

You nod, your eyes finding him again as he directs the altar boys in preparing everything for Mass.

Soon enough mass starts and everyone is listening intently to what Father Barnes has to say, you think about how much you’d rather be anywhere but here. Mass advances and the kids at the front are lining up to take the Communion for the first time, Father Barnes instructs everyone else to wait until they are done, then the adults will be able to take theirs. Your cousin waves as she heads back towards her seat, a serene smile on her lips.

Slowly everyone else starts to file into the queue, you included using your hands to smooth down your dress, your nerves grow as you come closer and closer to the front and face to face with Father Barnes. You consider going back to your seat, but if you do you probably won’t hear the end of it.

The person in front of you walks away and you look at him, his eyes are a bright blue and deep, his lips are full and he has a beard framing them. The short hair is styled carefully, but classically. You open your mouth as he raises his hand to it.

“The body of Christ” He says, his fingers press the Sacramental Bread against your tongue, his fingers applying some pressure on it, something no priest has ever done before. You look at him wide eyed, as your lips close around the tips of his fingers, something you have never done to a priest before. Your heart beats fast as you step away and lower your eyes trying to push what just happened away from your mind.

That night you fall prey to a fitful sleep, tossing and turning, unable to get any real rest.

Monday morning you’re surprised when your aunt knocks on your door as you are having your morning coffee, she walks in and looks at you “There’s a part time job at the church. It could help you” She says.

You look at her over the rim of your mug “What’s the job?”

“Father Barnes needs someone to help him organize things in the church, buy supplies, just run errands for him in general” she explains “Will you take it?”

“Well… I haven’t even met Father Barnes yet” You say “But I’ll go and see” You’re not excited at the prospect of working in a church, but you don’t have many options available, and your savings are suffering from it.

Your aunt looks at you and nods “I have to leave, I’ll see you later”

You nod “Ok. See you around”

You look around in case you see Father Barnes or any of his acolytes. You find him standing in front of the Altar, his hands in his pocket and his back to you. You clear your throat to make your presence behind him known “F- Father Barnes?” You ask and can’t help but notice that he is taller than he seems, his back is wide and his shoulders look strong.

He turns around, for a moment you could swear he smirks, but he smiles at you “Yes, and you are? I saw you yesterday during the First Communion mass”

You give him your name and offer him your hand. His handshake is firm, the warmth of it is almost too much, but you smile back at him “I heard you’re looking for someone to help part time here at the church”

“Yes! Yes, I am. Don’t get me wrong, the boys are good, but they’re kids. They’re better off playing and having fun than spending time cooped up in here”

“Probably shouldn’t say that to their parents, though” You laugh and nod in agreement “I don’t… Well, I don’t know if I’m what you’re looking for”

Father Barnes looks at you with a weird intensity in his eyes “You are” He says and then adds “If you’re free part time. You’re the only person that’s come up until now”

“I didn’t know. I understand if you want to keep your options open”

Father Barnes shakes his head “No, no. You’re perfect. More than perfect”

Your face heats up, unable to stop the feeling that he means more than being perfect for the job “Thank you” You pull out pen and paper from your bag and write down your name and phone number “Just in case you decide I’m the right person for the job”

“I’ve already decided” He says “When can you start?”

You are taken by surprise “Tomorrow, if you need me to”

“See? You’re perfect” Father Barnes repeats “I’ll keep this” He takes the piece of paper with your name and number on it “We’ll need to keep in contact. Please, could you take the advert off when you leave?”

You swallow and nod “Of course. Have a good evening, Father Barnes”

“You too”

You leave the church and follow his instructions about taking the ad down, then head to the grocery store, you browse the aisles slowly, taking your time in picking up everything you need to buy. 

You collide against a wall of solid muscle and gasp as you look up, coming face to face with Father Barnes "I'm… Father… I'm sorry" You say, avoiding his eyes. But noticing that he is wearing normal clothes.

"Is ok. Just an accident" He says searching your eyes "Are you ok?" 

"Yes, I was just distracted. Didn't see you" 

"No problem" He says and takes your basket "I'll help you with this" Father Barnes starts walking in the same direction you were going before "Do you have a car?" He asks, observing you intently.

"No, I'll just… I just take the bus" 

"Is a bit late" Father Barnes points out "I can drive you"

You look at him and nod "Ok. Thank you" You say with a smile as you pick a box of rose tea and put it on your basket. The silence spreads between you two as you walk through the aisles, picking up different products to take with you. 

The two of you walk out of the grocery store a few minutes later and go toward his car. The car is nothing flashy, a small, black sedan, that you wonder for a second how does he fit inside. Father Barnes opens the back door for you and lets you put your bags in there, you feel his eyes on you as you do so, never leaving you and when you tip too far forward and almost fall inside the car his arm wraps around your waist and holds you up "Careful there, doll" His voice rumbles in your ears and you breathe slowly to calm your nerves as he helps you stand up.

"I'm so sorry about that" You say and step away as you turn around looking at him "I lost my balance"

"No need to worry" Father Barnes says, a smile on his lips, as he grabs the car door and corners you between the open door and his body. 

Your eyes find his and he steps back, letting you move away and then closing the car door. 

Father Barnes opens the passenger side door for you and you get in, his eyes fix on your legs as your wrap dress opens, revealing the smooth skin of your thighs, your eyes lock for a brief moment and then he closes the door and runs to the other side, you fix your dress and your coat, making sure you’re covered.

He gets in on the driver's side and starts the car, steering it out of the parking lot. His eyes are fixed on the road and you try not to look at him, but your eyes keep straying towards his face.

"Thank you for driving me… you really didn't have to"

Father Barnes turns toward you for a second, then looks back to the road "Is nothing really. And your place is on my way back to the church. I'll drive you home any time you have to stay late, so transportation shouldn't be a problem"

"Oh, no. You don't have to do that, really. And people would talk, if you did"

"That doesn't concern me" The way he says it leaves no room for arguing. So you just nod and look ahead.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Father Barnes. I'm between jobs, so this will give me something to do"

"Call me James or Bucky, please" He says "Father Barnes is too formal"

"But… You… I…" You babble and Father Barnes, James, shakes his head a friendly smile on his lips.

"I insist, please. At least while there's no one but us around"

You take a deep breath and nod "Sure, then… James" You say softly.

A while later Father Barnes, James, stops in front of your small apartment building. He looks at it out the window and smiles at you "Is it a nice place?" He asks.

"The nicest I can afford" You say "Is a good place, not too big, but I live alone, so that is not a problem"

“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow” James says looking at you “Can you be there at noon?”

You nod “Of course”

“Another thing, I know the fliers said part time, but… If you’re at all available for full time, I’d appreciate the help”

You think for a moment “Yes! I do need the job so, the more hours I can get, the better. I’ll see you tomorrow, then”

“Yes” He says and just as you open the door and turn to get out of the car he grips your wrist firmly and makes you turn to look back “Thank you”

You swallow and smile again then, after he lets go of your wrist, you get out of the car, take your bags from the back and rush inside.

Your heart races as you close the door behind you and set the bags on the kitchen counter, and you shake your head as you try to clear your thoughts “Of course none of this means anything. He’s a priest” You say out loud, more to convince yourself and try to calm your racing heart than anything, really. Your hands tremble slightly as you put the groceries away.

The hot water helps you relax. Soon enough you’re wearing your pajamas and getting into bed. The long day soon taking its toll on you as you fall asleep almost as soon as you are under the covers, your dreams are hazy and heady and you can’t quite remember them as you wake up, your hips rocking into your pillow slowly but desperately.

You’re not sure of where you are exactly as you wake up, but your eyes land on your clock and, you realize, is still too early for you to start getting ready for work, so you end up laying back down and trying to get some more sleep. But, after whatever dream you had you can barely think straight. You sit up and decide to start your day early, going for an elaborate breakfast and an even more difficult lunch that you pack neatly in an effort to waste the free time at your disposal and trying to keep your mind from straying into whatever happened last night in Father Barnes car. Nothing happened, anyway. So why are you so nervous about going in today?

You hope this new job is something temporary, you have been questioning your faith for a long time now and spending time in a church with an admittedly attractive priest is something that won’t help you in the least. If it was in your hands you’d stay as far away from the church as possible, but you need the money and James, as he insists you call him, is paying very good money for such a position.

You step inside the church smoothing your dress down and making sure nothing that would be considered inappropriate is visible. He is already waiting for you by the Altar, for a moment you wonder if he should use a shirt like that. Your curiosity about his gloved hand pikes up again, but you refrain from asking or even setting your eyes on his arm, not sure how he would take that question or the scrutiny.

You smile at him as you stop in front of Father Barnes, James, you remind yourself “Father” Stopping you correct yourself “James”

James smiles at you “Welcome” He starts walking and you follow him out into the inner yard of the church and toward his office “This will be where we’ll spend most of our time together. I will mostly need you to help me organize schedules, do you remember the previous priest’s one?” He asks.

You shake your head “I… I’ve been… I haven’t been coming to church regularly” 

“Questioning your faith?” He says inquisitively, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m not…” You trail off, realizing that it is probably quite obvious for James that you have been struggling with your faith for a very long time, your relationship with your family already complicated before you stopped attending Church, suffering even more about it. They didn’t appreciate your positions on a variety of subjects and made certain you knew about it.

James smiles at you “That’s ok. It won’t be a problem. Everyone goes through that” He takes your hand between his “Right now, the most important thing is that you can help me organize the mess in here” He chuckles and let’s go of your hand.

“That shouldn’t be a problem” You say, looking around and trying not to think about your hand in his “We could get a couple more filing cabinets, to start”

“I’ll have to see what I can do. But that shouldn’t be so hard to get” James says.

The filing cabinets arrive a few days later and you delve into the task of ordering all the files, especially the ones concerning the church’s finances starting by the oldest ones available. You focus entirely on the work at hand, the time going by as you go through folder after folder of disorganized paperwork. You jump, startled when there is a knock on the door and look over your shoulder, smiling when you see James standing at the door.

“How are you?” He asks, his voice low and deep traveling through the small space.

“I’m ok… I think I lost track of time” You admit “But I have gone through a good amount of folders now, so I think this will be ready sooner than I thought”

“That’s great to hear” James says stepping inside “I was wondering if you’d like some pizza? Is late and I don’t think you’ve eaten”

You look at him “That’s very nice of you, James, but you really don’t have to do it. I don’t want to impose”

“You are not imposing in any way… Just a few slices, then I’ll drive you home” He insists and offers you his gloved hand, which you take. It feels strangely hard, almost like some kind of prosthetic, he uses it to help you stand up from the floor.

“Thank you” James lets go of your hand and you smooth your dress down, follow him down the hall towards the small apartment in the back of the church’s grounds.

James opens the door and lets you step in “Over here” He says walking towards the kitchen “Sit down” James points you towards the stools, sits down beside you and tugs the pizza box over, flipping the lid “Ladies first”

You smile at him and take a slice “Thank you” The bite of pizza you take tastes amazing and you hum, smiling “This is amazing”

“Is from that place down the road from here” James explains.

You laugh “Oh, I used to go there all the time back when I was still in school” You take another bite “With the girls that used to be my friends”

“Not your friends anymore?” He asks and you shake your head, swallowing the pizza.

“Not anymore… We just drifted apart, probably the fact that they all are married with kids already and I’m not doesn’t really help”

“And that you are not coming to church?”

“Not a nice addition to the mix” You admit and look at him “Do you ever… Think about what would your life be if you weren’t a priest?”

James smiles and takes a sip of water “Sometimes”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that” 

He chuckles “Is just a question, doll” The word doll slips out casually and your face heats up “I do think about it. Everyone wonders about the what ifs, don’t they?”

“I guess so” You follow the movement of his gloved hand as it moves and takes yours, you notice the hardness of his hand again, you almost open your mouth to ask, but his strength caughts you by surprise as he pulls you into a bruising kiss.

He lets go of your hand and both his arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight against his firm chest. James’ lips feel unyielding and soft against yours, his tongue licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth in response to his actions, giving him the chance to deepen the kiss, your hands move from his shoulders into his hair, fingers knotting on the silky brown strands. You whimper when he bites your lower lip and pull your face away, breathing hard.

“What… Why did you do that?” Is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

James licks his lips, but doesn’t answer your question.

“I think I should go” You say standing up and James takes your hand, stopping you.

“Is late, I should drive you” James stands in front of you and lets go of your hand “Let’s go”

You stare at James for a few seconds and start walking behind him, unsure of what to do now.

James opens the door to his car and lets you get in, as he closes the door and walks to, jogs really, to the driver’s side your mind goes back to his arms around your waist, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, jumping as James closes the door.

“Are you ok?” His voice is low and he sounds concerned.

“I… I’m ok. I just didn’t expect that” You say.

The silence extends as James drives and you wonder if you should even go back to the church, you’d have to come up with an excuse to explain why you left the job so soon, but you can come up with something. You’ve done it before. You can do it again.

James parks the car and turns to look at you, but doesn’t say anything until you turn to look at him, his hand clasps on the back of your neck and his lips are on yours again, demanding. You whimper and he takes the chance, pulling you closer, your arms are around his neck, one of your hands on his hair before you can stop yourself.

“This is not ok” Your voice trembles and so do your hands, placing them on his chest to distance yourself from him “We have… We have to stop” You turn around and open the door of the car and get out.

Your heels click on the pavement as you walk towards the door of your building, you think James will come after you, but he doesn’t. A part of you genuinely wishes he did, it makes you feel like you’re not good enough to chase after. The other part of you is relieved. You don’t have the best track record, people still look at you and whisper under their breath when they see you in church, rumors of you and the new priest? That would not help.

You run up the stairs to your floor and then open your door, close it behind you and throw your bag and jacket on the couch, then start pacing. Mind racing as you go over what happened. You should have seen this coming, you should have. The way he looked at you that night he drove you home. How you were never sure if he was talking about your work or you. Do you have to quit? The anxiety starts to eat at you because how are you going to explain that you had to quit a comfortable, well paid job. You know how your family would react, you have seen it before. But the thing is, and this is the real issue, that you are not sure you want to leave.

You know you won’t be able to sleep tonight. Not when every time you close your eyes all you can think about is his hands on you, his arms around your waist, his lips. You shake your head and start pacing again. You know you didn’t start it. You would have never acted on it, not on your own. Would you? You walk over to the window and look out of it, you can see his car is still there. The temptation to go back out is strong, so much so that you turn around and walk back to your door, take your jacket, your keys and head back down.

The car is still there and you stop, should you go back? James notices you standing there and gets out of the car, walks decisively towards you and cups your face again, his lips crashing against yours as he kisses you one more time “Why did you come back down?”

“I…” You start but stop again “I saw your car still here, I don’t know…”

James takes a deep breath “You should go back up… We can’t do this. Not in public”

“We shouldn’t. Not in public and not in private” You counter.

“I will see you tomorrow” The way he says it, is almost as if he is certain you will show up the next day.

Will he see you tomorrow? You don’t know, you rest your forehead on your hands and think back on the way his lips feel on you. Almost like being branded by him. A shiver runs down your spine and you stand up, go to the fridge and get the vodka bottle out, open it and take a swig off of it, your face scrunches and you sit back down, closing your eyes. The decision is only yours, but not showing will have your family asking questions, they always ask questions. Just not the ones they should ask. Never those ones.

You step into the church and look around as the few people present start to walk out, you can’t see him and take a deep breath. You are not sure what you’ll do. Not yet, at least. James walks into the church and waits until every other person inside it, except you, has left to close the doors. All of them.

His steps are fast when he starts walking towards you. James stops in front of you 2I wasn’t sure you’d come today”

You shrug “I wasn’t sure either. I’m not really sure what I am doing here” The admission slips out of you and you can not stop it. It feels almost like getting rid of a heavy weight over your shoulders.

“Why did you close the church?”

“I don’t want to take any unnecessary risks” 

“Risks? This is already risky enough” You counter and shake your head slowly “What… Whatever…” You stop and take a deep breath “What happened last night it shouldn’t have happened. You could… You don’t understand. We can’t”

James grips your chin in his hand and wraps his left arm around your waist, pulling you close, so close there’s no space between the two of you and he kisses you.

His kiss is intense, bruising, the beard framing his face scratches at your skin, you feel the burn on it and moan. You push on his chest for a moment and then wrap your arms around his neck, stand on your tiptoes and push your body closer to his muscular one.

James lets go of your chin, hand moving down your arm slowly, lets go of your hand and grips your hip, squeezes for a moment and then moves it around, to squeeze your ass.

You jump and gasp, opening your eyes and looking at him, eyes wide and hands trembling. This is wrong. The voice in your head says. Is your mother’s voice. It says it is your fault. Everything is your fault.

You shake your head to try and silence it. Let the feeling of James’ hands on you drown everything else. It feels good and you want it. You want it. Your fingers play with the collar on James’ shirt and he takes your other hand, brings it to his mouth and kisses the tips of your fingers.

You look down, at your fingers over his collar “Are you sure… This could end badly” You say.

“I am. I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever since I saw you that day” He admits, kissing each of your fingers again “I can’t”

You’re the one who starts the kiss now, fingers closing  around the fabric of his shirt. You bite his lower lip when his hand squeezes your ass again, moaning his name.

James lifts you up with one arm and, by instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he starts to walk. You’re not sure where he’s going until he places you on top of the table and you stare at him in shock “Here? We… Here?”

“Yes, here” He says in that voice that makes you think that arguing is pointless.

James just sets you down on the Altar and you swallow hard, you’d think a priest would be more concerned about this, but his eyes have turned dark, only a thin ring of blue around them. It makes a shiver run down your spine. James steps between your legs and kisses your lips again, big hands cupping your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks. His hands move down to the sides of your neck, your shoulders, your waist “I can’t stop thinking about this” He repeats.

“Me either. You’re in my head all the time” You admit, playing again with his collar, it comes loose and you look at it between your fingers. James takes the collar from you and places it beside you on the altar, then his hands are tugging your skirt up, fingers skimming over your boots, he looks down when his fingers change from suede to smooth skin. He licks his lips and that affects you, it makes you whimper. His hands on you make your skin feel like it is on fire, like you will burst into flames and be turned to ashes and dust right there. Maybe is what you deserve for what you’re doing now. Maybe is what will happen.

You lift your hips so he can tug your panties down, but instead he takes his glove off and you see a metal hand he rips your panties and stuffs them in his pocket. You swallow and move your hands down his chest and further down his stomach, reach his belt and unbuckle it, tugging at his shirt after and following with the button and zipper on his pants. Your hand is inside his pants before you can really think about it and you squeeze his cock over his underwear.

James groans, licking his lips and crashing them against yours again, tugging you closer to him as you push his pants down his legs, you look down between the two of you, and take a deep breath to steady yourself. He wraps his left hand over yours, firmly, lips ghosting over yours. James takes your hand away and, finally, you feel him tease your slit with the tip of his cock. You nod, opening your mouth and closing it again. You can’t talk, you want to, but you can’t find the words. He thrusts in, a slow, fluid motion that leaves you entirely breathless, mouth hanging open as you throw your head back, something that James reads as an opening to go for your neck, his kisses are fervent and his teeth scrape against your skin, leaving a delicious sting in their wake.

You wrap your arms around his neck just as he pulls almost out and thrusts back in, the same slow and fluid motion as before, making you shiver and moan his name in his ear, your walls tightening around his cock, your eyes closed, hands buried in his hair as you tug and arch your back. Throwing your head back. 

James’s left hand grips your jaw and makes you look at him, his intense blue eyes fixed on you as your legs tighten on his sides. He kisses your lips again, swallowing your moans, your groans, your whines. Claiming every sound you make as his. The hand on your jaw moves slowly down to your neck, tightening around just a little bit. Just enough for your nails to dig on the small of James’ back as you gasp after a deep thrust. James looks at you again, his gaze consumes you, takes hold inside you. 

“Fuck” You groan, clamping around James when his pelvic bone drags against your clit.

“I want to cum inside you, make you mine” James whispers in your ear, the arm around your back tightening and holding you in place.

You nod, slowly. Kiss him and nod again “Do it” You say “Please”

James pushes you to lay back, his left hand on your chest as you go down, his hands wrap themselves around your thighs and tug you closer to the edge of the altar, flush against his hips. James’ cock buried deep inside you, so deep you feel like you have trouble breathing. His left gloved hand moves to where your bodies join and circles your clit, it feels so good you almost try to flinch away. But James holds you in place as you bite your lip and look at him, wide eyed and pleading for him to keep going. He doesn’t stop circling your clit until you cry out his name, breathless, as you cum around his cock. Your vision goes white as the orgasm stretches through your body, it makes you tighten up and then relax almost completely as you fist the cloth over the altar.

“That’s it” James encourages, his own hips starting to stutter in their pace, he licks his lips as you push on your elbows to watch him, eyes moving down his torso, to his cock thrusting in and out of you. He growls low in his throat, hips grinding into you as he cums “Fuck” He mutters, grinding again into you.

You sit up and cup his face, kiss his lips. He wraps his arms around your middle again and rests his forehead against yours “Are you ok?”

You nod, slowly “I am… I just…”

“We’ll be careful” James says “No one can know”

“Yes, I know… The people here, they wouldn’t…”

James looks at you “I know they don’t like you being around, but I have your back. I’m here”

You take a deep breath and decide to put your trust in him. Whatever happens.

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES PT.3

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: Angst (alotttt. I’m sorry lol)

Word count:1873

[A/N] So that there’s no smut in this part but it is SO worth it (trust me I hate when there’s no smut but this part is so SO GOOD)this part kinda like, BROKE my heart… ok it DID break my heart…  SEND ME YOUR FEEDBACK AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST FOR EACH CHAPTER! ENJOY… (send a request for anything you want me to write or if you have any ideas)

-J.T.S xxx

PART ONE  PART TWO

Ever since the incident at the drive-in theater, Y/N has been avoiding Peter. Whenever MJ, Peter, and Ned would walk out of school together, Y/N wouldn’t be leaning out of the window of the car smiling and waving at them. She would have the window rolled up and looked either straight out the ahead or down at her phone. 

Peter told Ned about the whole situation but didn’t tell MJ. He knew she would kill him because Y/N is her cousin and their like sister towards each other. 

“Peter I don’t know what your gonna do, but you gotta do it fast cause sooner or later MJs’ gonna find out and your not only gonna lose the girl you have a major crush on but also your best friend,” Ned pointed out to Peter. Peter didn’t want to admit it but he was right. He had to come out with the truth to Y/N one way or another. He had to tell her that he does like her and that he lied about the stark internship. 

He had to tell her that he was Spider-Man.

“Yeah Ned, I guess you right.”

“I am right Pete. Now go get your Princess Leia,” Ned teased as the bell rang, signaling that it was time for them to leave. The two boys made their way out of the building, talking about their project they still had yet to finish. They didn’t see MJ around like how she usually is until they heard familiar voices coming from behind them. 

“Here’s your schedule and your and the supply list. You can also sign up for clubs if you would like,” an administrator said.

“I’ll think about it. That you so much.” there it was. That voice. It was Y/N talking to the administrator. But I thought she was homeschooled? Peter thought to himself, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. It’s not like it was a bad thing that Y/N was coming to Midtown, but MJ told him that she really wasn’t the type to go to school. She hated big crowds of people and was never really good at making friends. 

“Ok well, I can’t wait to have you as a new student at Midtown!”

Peter and Ned looked at each other with wide eyes then turned fully around to see who was behind them, even though they already knew by the voices. “Peter…”

“Ned,” he said to the tan boy next to him. They were both in shock by what they just heard.

“Y/N’s going to Midtown?” they said in sync. 

“Yes, she is,” MJ added as she and her cousin walked over to stunned boys. Ned sent them both a smile and Y/N sent him one back with a small ‘hi’. Peter couldn’t help but notice that something was different about her. 

She’s not wearing her glasses.

The four of them walked out of the building together, telling Y/N about all the teachers and classes at the high school. She also explained that she was tired of being homeschooled and wanted to have something to do outside of her one personal bubble. This new information didn’t make much sense to Peter. She seemed so happy when she was at home from what he could see. 

Ned said goodbye to the two girls before heading over to the bus, beckoning Peter over. 

“Later MJ, b-bye Y/N.” 

“See ya, Parker,” MJ responded before getting into the passenger side of the car, kicking her feet up on the dashboard. 

“Hey! Feet off the dashboard dude,” Y/N yelled at her cousin. MJ mocked her expression before chuckling lightly- keeping her feet on the dashboard. “Goodbye, Peter,” she said coldly, turning back to Peter before getting into the driver’s side, pulling away from the curb before speeding off down the road.

“I miss you.” 

The brown-eyed boy whispered to no one, but it was meant for Y/N. He truly did miss her. Even if they had met only one week ago, that same surge of energy raced through him. Peter knew this wasn’t an ordinary crush- he didn’t know what it was. But he knew he couldn’t afford to lose it. He felt like he was falling apart without her. He didn’t intend to be that rude to her that night at the drive-in, it just happening and he regretted it the second he did it once he saw that heartbroken-hearted look on her face. But instead of apologizing to her, he just sat there.

“Sup penis Parker!” a kid named flash yelled and he sped by him, causing Peter’s brown curly hair to fall into his face. Great. 

“Hey kid, I ain’t got all day. Ya getting on or not?” the bus driver said to Peter. He slumped his shoulders and lugged himself into the bus, taking his seat next to his best friend. “It’s gonna be ok man,” Ned told Peter, trying to comfort him. 

I hope so.

///

Peter was late-night patrolling as he usually did and spotted MJ’s place. Not being able to restrain himself he swung over to the building next to it. He noticed that that same room light was on that was on the first time he stopped by MJ’s on a night patrol as Spider-Man. 

Looking through the window to the lit room, he saw Y/N. she was sitting on her bed, her legs crisscrossed as she wrote something down in a thick, brown, leather-backed journal. 

He smiled at the sight before him. Y/N was wearing the glasses. She pushed them up on her face with her knuckle and continued them to write. Someone must have called her name because she got up from her position on the bed and left her room. 

Curiosity took over Peter as he swung over the ledge of the fire escape that was right at Y/N’s window. He peered into it and used his mask to focus closely on the open journal sitting on the bed. It was a letter:

Dear dad, 

I can’t do this anymore. I miss you so much. You were what made me smile every day, and you still do. But I thought I had found someone who could make me smile even more. He’s beautiful dad. He has amazingly curly brown hair and the brightest brown eyes I had ever seen. His smile made me smile just like how your smile made me smile. He was the one that convinced me to wear my glasses… your glasses. Not MJ. not mom. He did. I thought he liked me as much as I liked him, but I was wrong. And now I can’t stop thinking about what you told me: some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes. I think he was the one dad, the wrong one. The one I wasn’t supposed to be with. But why does it hurt so much? I’ve been preparing for this to happen to me ever since you told about false love. But now that it actually happened, I cant take it. I cant let him go. But I-

The letter stopped. And anyone could tell that Y/N had been crying as she wrote it- there were tear strains covering the page. 

Peter felt lightheaded. Tears flooded his chocolate eyes and he unfocused his mask from the page. He slumped down, his back not facing the window. He was hurt. It felt like everything in the world had stopped, as time had frozen. He couldn’t bear to know the fact that he hurt Y/N so much to the point she thinks it’s her fault. 

He yanked the mask off of his face, his cheeks burning a shade of crimson just like his eyes. Peter ran a shaky hand through his hair, gripping it as he grounded out in frustration. 

Letting go he slammed his fist against the brick behind him, yelling out in pain. But not physical pain. He felt like someone just ripped out his heart and stomped on it. 

“Hello?” Peter jumped at the voice coming from inside of Y/N’s room. Nows your change Peter. Just go tell her the truth. That’s what one side of Peter said, the other side was the opposite. You cant tell her now, she’ll just hate you more. You have to wait for the right moment. 

But when was the right moment?

“MJ, did you hear that or am I fucking crazy?” Y/N asked as she exited the room. Peter took this chance to get away without being seen. He made his way but to his shared apartment with Aunt May. Entering his room and sitting on his bed, tears ran down his face as he silently sobbed.

///

“Students, I need your attention,” everyone quieted down their own conversations to hear what was about to be said. “I would like to introduce you to our new student, Y/N,” Peter’s head snapped but to look to the front of the class. His eyes landed on Y/N. he couldn’t help but admire her outfit. She was wearing high-waisted but loose, flared jeans with a grey Slytherin sweatshirt and black converse- ones like MJs. her fingers were covered in rings and she has a small necklace. There was a bag draped over her shoulder and her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail. She was holding her glasses in her hand, not daring to put them on.

Not in front of all these people. More importantly, in front of Peter. 

Her head hung and she stared at her feet, twisting the ring on her thumb. The teacher told that she could take a seat at an empty chair, and just to her luck, Ned wasn’t at school that day. So she was forced to sit next to Peter. She didn’t want to argue so she took her seat and sat there quietly not daring to even glance at the boy next to her. 

Half an hour went by and Peter noticed Y/N fidgeting next to him. Her hands were shaking, her ears were turning bright red and she shook the table from how much she was bouncing it. She was taking notes but the handwriting was illegible she was consistently squinting at the board, trying to read what was being written. 

“Hey Y/N, are you ok?”

“Fine,” she let out shakily, avoiding eye contact with Peter. He grabbed her hand, causing her to look him in the eye. Y/N’s eyes were red, tears swelling in the corners. 

“We’re going to the bathroom. Now.” 

“No Peter I’m f-fine.”

Peter grabbed Y/N’s arm, pulling out of the chair and into his arms, picking up their belonging with his free arm. They snuck out the back door to the classroom he and Ned used to sneak out of. 

Walking through the halls, Y/N’s breath became shallow. “Peter, peter I wanna go home. Please take me home. There are too many people in there. They were all looking at me a-and I didn’t want them to look at me. MJ. Peter where is MJ. I need-” 

“Ssshhh, relax Y/N. I’m gonna take you home,” Peter said, rubbing her back. She nodded her head at him as they walked through the back doors of the school. 

SORRY THAT THIS PART WAS SHORT BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONG AND I HAVE SOME REALLY GOOD SURPRISE COMING IN THE NEXT PARTS. I LOVE YOU GUYSSSSS

-J.T.S xxx

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Regrets // Victoria De Angelis

words // 1557

warnings // angst, mentions of abusive relationships (not details)

pairing // Victoria De Angelis x GN!Reader, Ethan Torchio x Platonic!Reader

author's note // taglist here. please only let me know if you want to be tagged on that google form so i know what to tag you on, thank you

I KNOW I MADE HER LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE BUT MY ANGSTY ASS NEEDED SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO BE ABLE TO WRITE THIS FIC SOOO... I LOVE VICTORIA, I DON'T THINK SHE'S AN ASSHOLE AND THE WHOLE I BULLY YOU MEANS I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU TROPE IS STUPID IN EVERY OTHER OCCASION BUT IN FANFICTION ITS FINE

also i changed the original tittle because i didnt like it that much

request // yes

summary // Reader is Ethan's best friend and because of that they are around the band a lot. Maybe a hint of jealously, a toxic partner and a visit at the hospital will be enough to change their relationship with Victoria from hate to love. Or maybe the love was there all along.

The first time the two met each other was right after the band finally united. Y/N’s had been Ethan’s best friend for years now, making the fateful meeting inevitable - as well as the obscure amount of time they would have to spend around each other. If anything, the drummer was attached to the hip with his best friend, tagging them along to every show, many rehearsals (there was even a suggestion to come with him on Måneskin’s European tour - it would be a nightmare if they did).

Victoria did not take long to adopt a defensive mode against them, one that not even she could decipher. Maybe it was the way they were just always there, like leech attached to her bandmate, or maybe it was that annoying way they dressed, all out there and attracting her attention, or maybe it was that stupid girlfriend of theirs that just had to make it known they were a couple. She really did get on Victoria’s nerves a awful lot. She was nice, not going to lie, just maybe a little too nice - ickly nice, she’d say. She wasn’t sure why but that girl simply made Victoria’s gut drop every time.

For years, as that relationship lasted, Victoria and Y/N would butt heads, always at each other’s throat with something to say and complain about. What are they doing here again, the bassist would ask over and over again. Just here to piss you off, Y/N would say, walking to Ethan. Other times it’d be the opposite. It just always was… a mess.

Everyone could see the situation the two found themselves into but no one could do anything. No, not until they opened their own damn eyes.

The dislike between the two only grew stronger and stronger as time passed by, with their insults getting worse. Truth be told, no one expected it to get that bad, and now they just hoped to stop.

For a while, Y/N was facing some drama in the relationship, some that could end up pretty bad. Not few were the nights Ethan would get a phone call in the middle of rehearsal, sobbing heard even beyond his phone. Please, please come get me Ethan. I don’t think …. The rest was inaudible for Victoria, not that I care, she would remind herself, moving on with her work.

On occasion she’d joke about it to Y/N. What? Trouble in paradise, cucciolo? Oh well. Deep down she knew she should not say that but she could not control herself. Y/N was pretty put together some of those times, others they’d just snap with no regard to anything. Just shut your fucking mouth, they said once adding a few profanities to explain their anger.

After the fourth time it happened the blonde had gotten genuinely angry. “Ok, enough. Close your phone, Ethan,” she spat out, almost snatching it off his hand. “They can wait.”

“But-”

“No! They have cut short three out of our four rehearsals this week! This is the fifth rehearsal, Ethan, their fourth time! They’re a big kid now, they should not need you all the time.”

In time she would regret those words but in that moment they seemed appropriate. She had grown exasperated at their constant interruptions. Well, most of the time they were not really disturbing - they’d call on a break or just cuddle with Ethan on a break, at a time they had for the solemn reason of relaxing - but Victoria would not admit that. Not to herself and not to anyone.

“Ok.” Ethan whispered the words, silencing his phone with a heavy heart. He had a bad feeling, that he knew for sure, but he did not feel like fighting with the blond bassist.

The hours they worked passed by quickly, feeling more like quick moving water, their session was simply flowing. It was now quiet, maybe around three in the morning. 2.58 AM read the clock on the table. Ethan was sure his best friend was sleeping by now. He’d shoot them a text and then go to sleep as well - lord knows he needed it. Well, not everything always goes as planned.

Victoria was by him when it happened.

His phone started to ring while he was about to walk to his room. Y/N. If he was not concerned earlier that night there was no way he was not now. It was not common for them to call at hours like this, if anything they were usually asleep by eleven, maybe even twelve.

“Pronto. Che? A- cazzo, sì, sì. Sto venendo ora.” showing off my italian lol

“Ethan? What happened?” She was not sure of her feelings in that instant. Why was she even asking him? She did not care about them, right? But no, no, it was not worry. It was fear of guilt. And worry, but that she was not aware of.

“Y/N is at the hospital,” he breathed out, “they- uhm… Their ex hurt them - thank god their neighbor was there and heard what happened. Oh my- if-if-if he was not there Y/N-”

Victoria could not stand seeing her friend like that. She believes that she’s never once seen Ethan this emotional - not negatively emotional, that is. He always keeps his composure so well but this time it just was not possible. The blonde just stood there now, holding Ethan in her arms, whispering comforting things to him, hoping that he’d calm down a bit.

“I-I should’ve answered the phone Vic… It- I could have prevented this. Oh god, it’s my-”

“Ethan no! If it’s anyone’s fault here, it’s mine. I should not have snapped like I did.”

“I- yeah. Yeah, you know what, yeah, it is your fault.” He was sad, he was anxious, he was angry… A whirlwind of emotions really, and Victoria’s statement made him target it to her. “It is your fault Vic, with that-that stupid, stupid, conflict you two have. I’m leaving.”

“Where are yo-”

“To the hospital! Where the fuck else?” Ethan’s voice was rising by the second, as his blood started boiling in his veins. He knew he could not drive there, but he was not about to say it.

“I’ll drive you-”

“No. I can do it on my own.”

“Please. It’s the least I can do.” Victoria’s eyes were cast to the floor, unsure of what else to do. She knew that things were taken too far this time, the least she could do was drive her friend to the hospital.

The drive there was quiet. Neither knew what to say. Victoria was feeling guilty, afraid, and even worried about Y/N’s well-being, regardless of whether she could she tried to focus on the road. More injured people would not be helpful. Ethan on the other hand was fuming. He was angry out of his head; at his blonde friend, at himself and most of all that bitch, Y/N’s ex. She was the one to cause all of this, all of it, even problems he was not aware she was the cause of.

As they arrived there there was even more trouble on their way. He’s not family, he’s not a spouse, neither is Victoria. It was always like that. They would not let them pass if they were not either of those things but, god bless that man, the nurse that called him showed up, recognizing the voice and assuring the nurse, on the front, that he was indeed the only person on their emergency contacts, they had to pass. With a lot of complaining they were finally let to pass.

When they walked in the room Y/N was laying on the bed asleep and at first both their minds went to the worst case scenario. “I have given them some painkillers for now. They’ll be ok but some injuries cause severe pain -” he was walking outside along with Ethan.

Victoria was now left alone in the room with Y/N, although it felt as if she was looking at a photo of them rather than the real life Y/N. “I’m sorry,” was all she could say, the only thing that felt right to do at that moment. “It’s my fault -oh my it is! Ethan, he-he wanted to respond to the call by I-I got so angry!” She cried out, now grasping Y/N’s hand. “I can only hope he can forgive me. Hell, I hope you forgive me. It’s my fault you’re-”

“It’s not, Victoria.”

“You are awake?”

“It’s not your fault. I was already here when I called the first time. Neither of you could have changed a thing.” They were so calm - maybe it was the painkillers, she thought. “Thank you. For the apology I mean.”

“Yeah. I, uh, I’m sorry for everything Y/N. I-”

“Hey, stop! It’s ok. What’s by is by,” they laughed, never missing the opportunity to joke. (you know, bi - by… terrible pun)

“I, uh,” she paused, thinking of what to say next. She remembered a small chocolate bar in her pocket. She was about to eat it when the call happened. “I don’t know if you’re supposed to eat chocolate but I know you like it.”

“Oh my, it’s my favorite,” they gushed, prompting Vic to come closer.

“Come, sit, sit! We can share it.”

“Yeah, I guess we can.”

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