#getting out of my car on shakey legs ! help help help !

[ellaa-writes]

Can we get creepy x obsessed konig? Plsssss I love your Beast within series

My favourite type of König, this would be my pleasure. Somebody come get this nasty old man.

cw; stalking, slight somno, dubcon, 18+ MDNI

He couldn't help himself, it's really your fault. He was just trying to do his job, but then you came walking in. So small and jiggly in all the right places.

He tried to ignore you, focus on the task at hand but his eyes kept drifting in your direction.

He didn't mean to follow you home that night and every night since. Watching as you moved throughout your home, and as soon as the light went out he was right inside.

Watching your pretty face while you slept, the way your lips would curl and uncurl. Your soft legs peeking out from under the covers. Your barely there panties teasing him, begging him to push his nose right into your needy slit.

He couldn't be the monster lurking in the shadows anymore. He needed to own you, possess you. So he made a plan.

When he saw your little body walking towards him in the grocery store he couldn't help that he was so much taller and bigger. Stepping into your path and causing you to run right into him.

Cursing yourself for being so clumsy, König's hands all over your body helping to set you right on your feet. You apologized and offered to buy him a coffee across the street.

He helped you load your groceries into your car and walked you across to the small little coffee shop. Of course he wasn't going to let you pay, tapping his card before you could dig out the cash.

Herding you to a small table, his big hand pressed to the small of your back. Letting his fingers dance dangerously close to your ass.

All you could do is stare at this mountain of a man in front of you, thanking him for the coffee and apologizing again.

Him telling you he'd forgive and forget if you'd let him take you on a date. So you agreed, it's been ages since someone as handsome as him asked you out.

The night of the date you realized you didn't have his number and didn't give him your address but that didn't stop him from showing up at your door. Ushering you into his car, arriving at a cute and quiet restaurant. A reserved table in the back, for some privacy.

You looked so cute in your dress, self conscious that one of your nipples would pop out. König hoping they would, his hard cock pushing uncomfortably against the front of his pants. You didn't mind when he filled glass after glass of wine.

And when he took you home, you couldn't help but invite him inside. You think it was the wine, but you let him guide you to your bedroom. Confused on how he knew which door was yours but forgetting once he had you on the bed. Legs spread wide for him as he pushed your panties to the side.

You felt off, a little tingly and numb. You were having trouble lifting your head to watch has König ravished your pussy like a starved man. His wide tongue spreading your glistening folds. His lips sucking at your bud and his thick fingers pumping in and out of you.

He pulled orgasm after orgasm from your shakey body, legs trembling under his touch. He need to get his cock in you but he wanted need another orgasm from you, pushing in a fourth finger, making sure you were ready for him.

As you spilled over the edge once again, König rose from your pussy. Shoving his pants down quick not bothering taking them off. He couldn't waste anymore time, lining his needy cock up with your slick hole. He should be gentle and kind but he's neither. So he rammed right into home, your hungry pussy greedily swallowing him whole.

You could hear your moans mixed with his grunting. The sound of your head board banging off the wall, the legs to your bed scraping along the floor. König was giving you his all, not letting up one bit.

Not until he reached his peak and spilled inside of you. Painting your pussy as his, only his.

[xxstylefntsyxx]

I need A Eater

♡ Katakuri x Black!Reader ♡

Outfit

☆ Eating food, Sex, Food Play, Messy Sex ☆

"I want to taste you." He said casually. You turned your head, mouthful of the makeshift chocolate fondue with a marshmallow. Your face was stuffed, and a little bit of chocolate stuck to your plump bottom lip. You batted your precious eyes at his request. He groaned, mumbling under his breath.

"I wanna taste you ♡" He leaned closer to your lips, licking them. He loved the taste of the chocolate from your lips.

"Katakuri-," he cut you off, slowly pushing you back on the sofa. Cars down below honked and beeped, covering up your soft moans. He slowly trailed his hands down to your gorgeous hips. He leaned back, mindlessly grabbing the whipped cream.

His other hand went to pulling your hands away from your dress top. Your breast almost peeked from the opened top. You whimpered his name, wondering what he was doing. Was he even consciously talking back to you anyways?

"I'm dressing my dessert." He said casually. Shaking the can up - he didn't take his eyes off yours. He drew a cute heart on your chest. The cold foam makes you shiver. He leaned in, licking up the whipped delight from in between your breasts. His warm breath and wet tongue made you moan.

"Oh my go-" your breath hitched. Katakuri leaned back to spread a dollop of whipped cream on your chest against.

Quickly, he gathered the contents in his mouth again. Your chest felt wet and cold, "Wanna taste you more." He ripped your top down, and your breast bounced out like jelly.

He dressed your nipples in whipped cream. The cold foam hit your nipples. Moans spilled from your chest when he started eating you up like a cake.

Soon, his assaults trailed down, kissing down your chest while pulling the dress down with his kisses. Licking your belly, his hands pulled the dress all the way off. He went down to kiss your clothed cunt.

"Please let me taste you - I'm so hungry, baby-" he droned mindlessly while pulling your panties off. You wanted to protest, on a balcony with neighbors who could just come out and see you getting your pussy ate.

Or the neighboring buildings! What if someone decides to look out the windows or even glance from a nighttime meeting. They'd get a full veiw of your pussy drenched in his tongue.

"Wait! People will see!" He cut you off, "People will die if they watch." He meant it. He truly did. He might be a gruff sweetie, but you had to remember he would kill at the drop of a pen if he wanted to.

In your honor, he would defeinelty kill a man or two. Fingers slowly slide between your cunt, making your back arch. Your hands flew to his shoulders to push him back. His free hand gripped your thigh to keep them apart.

"Dont move, I wanna taste you, sweetie. You're so pretty, perfect. I never told you that my favorite food was you?" He said it shamelessly. He didn't wait for a response before he was back to fingering you slowly and melodically.

"Kata-! Kuri, the neighbors!" He shook his head, silencing your shakey tears. He dipped his head down, licking up your drooly cunt. He growled something unholy, his eyes rolled back in heaven. Your hands slipped off his body, jerking uncontrollably.

His fat tongue rolled around your clit before he settled to sucking it, "Shit! O-oh!" That feeling mixed with the way his fingers still pistoned inside of you made your head weak.

Whining and droning on- he couldn't help himself either. His tongue slipped inside of you as well. Breathing got harder because of your legs tightening around his face. He didn't stop his attacks- he loved your pussy the way it dripped down his chin. That sweet taste he was served when giving you messy oral sex.

It was like eating ice cream in his opinion. So sweet, delicate, and so fucking delcious. Katakuri growled when your hands grabbed his hair. You pulled with that little weak strength making him just lick your pussy harder and faster.

That halo over your head is what he was aiming for. That look is your desperate little eyes while you looked at him. He was drunk off it. You looked like an angel. Tasted like cake.

That made you an angel cake, right? Fuck yes~

"My mouth, please~" He said. The coil in your stomach began to slowly unravel like thread. Yelling his name, you've long forgotten your neighbors. Your orgasm and delusional thoughts of him being a father washed over your body with one single, "Daddy~!"

Your tasted washed his tongue over like fine wine. He licked you a few more times, still bathing in that orgam with you.

"Hmph! That's not fair!" You huffed while he slowly sat you back up. His hands traced your nakedness back while he hugged you close, still locking his lips to taste your sweetness still lingering there.

"Fair? I think it's fair to both of us." He grumbled. You bashfully laid in his chest still throbbing.

"I wasn't intending to play tonight ." Whipsering underneath his arms. He ruffled through your hair, "Well, you were just so sweet. I couldn't deny myself that taste. It's like eating a sweet sugary dessert. A cake so good you'll lick the bowl clean."

His voice was tough and sweet, just imagining you made him hard. That sweet taste would be mixed by whipped cream. That flavor forever cemented on his tongue.

You tiny voice asking him if he was alright. He responded with a gruff, "Just thinking about what to do. I think I know now."

You tried to look at his face. Nerves setting in, you laughed, "Ah-uh y-yeah. What are you going to do?"

"Ask me later ♡"

"You're so confusing!"

He picked you up with minimal effort - throwing you up on the couch and over the arm rest.

A/N: Yeah, I kinda like a big man with a big appetite for everything.... even pu- no? Okay, my bad...

[lizzieislife94x]

Doctor L/N

Requested ❤️ (Kinda requested a requested based on a one shot I done but instead of doctor maximoff it's l/n and a different kinda story idk)

WandaxG!P Reader

Woop woop guys here we are FINALLY a New one shot for yall 🙌 time to start getting all the new one shots worked on as always requests are always open feel free to comment them or message whatever you prefer all I gotta know is lizzie or wanda and a basic idea of a story line and if its G!P or GxG don't be shy with requests I shall do my best to write them to life 😂

Wandas POV:

"Ugggh I hate the doctors don't make me go nat!" I groan to the redhead as she laughs "no you don't hate the doctors wands you don't wanna see doctor L/N because you have a huge crush on her" I frown and throw a cushion at her head "lies natasha lies" the both of us burst out laughing as she throws the cushion back "ugh you're right but dude I can't go to this one it's a smere test I think and I'm not taking my clothes off and spreading my legs infront if her what if I get excited when she's touching down there I just can't go" i argue but she grabs the car keys and my arm "were going and I'm driving so I know you actually go so move it maximoff" I roll my eyes and grab my stuff following her to the car "we should be there in 20 minutes so just try and relax wanda" I buckle my belt as we start our journey to the doctors office.

"I'll be waiting out here now move your ass" nat says practically pushing me out the car door, I frown and close the door as I make my way into the doctors office my hands getting a little clamy "good afternoon can I have your name please" a cheery older receptionist says giving a kind smile "uh hey good afternoon" I smile "I have an appointment at 2.15 with doctor L/N my name is wanda maximoff" as she types away on her computer a few seconds later she looks up and smiles "great that's me notified the doctor you're here and waiting take a seat and she'll be with you as soon as possible" I smile and walk to a seat in the waiting room as I fiddle with my rings getting lost in though "miss maximoff" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by her beautiful voice I look up and give a shy smile as I stand up walking towards doctor L/N "good afternoon miss maximoff it's nice to see you again" she smiles making small talk as we walk to her office.

"So miss maximoff I can see here you're here for a smere test if you put this on you can remove your clothes behind that curtain and give me a shout when you're done" she says handing me a gown type thing as I take it I get behind the curtain and start removing my clothes my heart beating faster at the thought of doctor L/N touching or seeing me so exposed, damn it wanda get your shit together I say inside my head as I clear my throat "I uh I'm ready doctor L/N" I say my voice a little shakey as I open the curtain "great now if you hop up on the table for me and put your feet on the pads at the end of the bed ill be ready in a second, and please don't be nervous alot of women are so just relax it makes it easier to get the exam done" she says with a smile as she turns her back to me sliding on some rubber gloves I quickly jump up on the table and set my feet on the pads as the gown slides up "I'm just going to add a little lubricant to my fingers so I can have a little feel so don't be alarmed at the cold feeling, let's get the gown up a little more" as she says the words she slides the gown higher exposing me more her hands sliding up my thighs sending chills down my spine I can't help but bite my lip to stop the moan leaving my mouth "are you ready you will feel my fingers penetrant but I have to have a little feel around" I take a deep breath and nod "I'm ready" I simply say as I feel her sliding 2 cold fingers inside me casuing me to inhale sharply "fuck" I moan lowly "does that hurt miss maximoff are you ok" she looks up "it definitely doesn't hurt" I smirk biting my lip as she raises an eyebrow "you know you're not supposed to enjoy this" I can see her shifting a little in her seat as she keeps her eyes locked on mine her fingers moving again slowly I close my eyes and moan, I hear her groan slightly as her fingers move faster "if you're going to enjoy it I may as well give you something to enjoy" I open my eyes and look at her "please just do it I want you now" I'm surprised by my own honesty.

Y/ns POV:

"Please just do it I want you now" I bite my lip as her words hit my ear "so fucking naughty miss maximoff" I smirk as I work my fingers faster this was supposed to be a straight forward exam now I have a stunning redhead telling me she wants me what has today become "are you sure you want this" I ask sliding my free hand up her gorgeous toned legs "yes just do it do what you want just make me feel good" she pants I thrust my fingers faster knowing exactly what spot will make her gush all over my hand I can't help but grin as I curl my fingers and thrust against the spot a few times a loud scream leaving her lips as she squrits all over my hand "fu..cc..k" she screams as she tries to close her legs as they shake uncontrollably "no no keep them open honey" I smirk holding them open as leave a gentle kiss on her puffy clit, I stand up between her legs to get a little relief from the throbbing solid member in my pants "wow" she moans as her eyes land on my solid bulge "oh you want this" I smirk rubbing my bulge as she nods I quickly free my solid member as she gasps when it springs free "Holy fucking shit" I can't help but laugh as I gently rub my dick "don't worry sweetheart you'll take it no problem a little lube and that wet pussy of yours we'll have no problems" I bite my lip and pull her down the table so her ass is at the edge as I lube up my dick her eyes watching my every move as I guide it to her dripping entrance I can't help my moan as her little hole stretches for me "ye...ees fuck" she cries as I sink deeper inside her till my length disappears inside her "fuck wanda you have a tight little pussy" I moan as my eyes close her pussy gripping my cock as I start to thrust slowly my hands wrapped around her thighs as her back arches up off the table "mhh fuck you're doing so well honey taking my dick so good" I breath out as I start to thrust harder and faster the only sounds leaving her lips ate moans and cries of pleasure "are you still taking your pill" I groan my thrusts getting harder and harder pounding her pussy raw "n..n..oo don't like.. h...o...ow they make me fe...eel" I groan and close my eyes trying to hold back as her pussy gets tighter with every thrust making her cream all over my cock "shit where will I cum so fucking close tell me quick" she wraps her legs around my waist tightly pulling me deeper inside her "but you arnt protected" I groan my thrusts never stopping as her hold gets tighter "fuck cum inside me" I moan as I feel the knot in my stomach snapping and with a few more pounding thrusts I slam deep inside her holding all movements as I start to shoot my load deep inside her, her pussy getting tighter again as she cums with me both of us panting and moaning I fall forward laying ontop of her gently as she bites her lip "less mess" I can't help but laugh as I stand up and slide out of her as she moans, I grab some tissues to clean us both up as I fix my pants and sit "fuck that has never happened" wanda gets up and ready and grins "I've wanted that for the longest time" I smirk and pull her ontop of me and kiss her gently "you could have asked me on a date after work hours" I whisper against her lips with a grin "this was way more fun than a date but since you mentioned it how about tomorrow after work" I smile and nod "I'd love that leave your number and I'll text you details to come pick you up" she gets up and writes her number handing it to me before leaving a kiss on my cheek and walking out of my office, I lean back in my chair and cover my face with my hands and laugh, what the fuck just happened.

AN: first new one shot! I hope yall enjoy remember I haven't wrote in MONTHS so I apologise If this is terrible all honest feedback welcomed I hope yall have had a great day/night remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗  word count 1.7k

[albertasunrise]

Firm Friends - 1

Masterlist

Summary: After a bogus raid leads to the DEA duo getting ambushed. Steve see's a different side to his asshole partner.

Warnings: Angst, Blood and Injury, Hospitalisation, PTSD. (Please let me know if I have left any out)

Notes: With the help of the lovely @novemberrain-writes, I bring you my first proper angsty fic in what is probably a good few years. Probably going to be a 2 or 3 chapter fic. See how it goes 😘

Series Masterlist

Steve was fuming.

Javier had assured him that the lead was solid and dragged him out into the field away from his real work for what he had said was the best lead they had had in weeks.

What a hoax that had been.

They had arrived at the disclosed location, a sketchy-looking warehouse, and had been laughed at by the men dressed up like Escobar and his lackeys. Steve had fired a shot in anger at the portrait of Pablo hanging on the wall of the warehouseand stormed out in a fit of rage. He refused to get back in the Jeep with Javier on the way back, unable to even look his smug partner in the eyes. 

"He didn't know, Steve,” Carillo said as he took a toke of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out the cracked open window of his car.

"He's getting sloppy,” Steve growled "Man has been here years! He should be able to tell the difference between a legit lead and bullshit. I think the drinking and the whoring around is starting to get to him.”  

"The information checked out,” the colonel defended and Murphy snorted in derision.

They were about ten minutes away from Carillo's base when they attacked. One moment, Javier's blue jeep was in front of them, and the next, it was on its roof, its wheels still spinning with the front end of an enemy vehicle smashed deep into its side.

“Fuck!" Steve yelled as Carillo's car screamed to a halt.

"On your right,” the colonel shouted as he leapt out of the door and took cover behind his vehicle.

Steve managed to clamber out of the driver's side, taking cover beside Carillo. Glancing over at Javier's truck, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his partner had managed to climb out of the wrecked truck on shakey legs and was now taking cover also, his gun in hand. His partner seemed sweaty, eyes wild with adrenaline.

"Peña's alive,” Murphy reported as he fired a shot over the bonnet of the colonel's vehicle.

“Good," Carillo replied as he took down 3 sicarios in one fell swoop.

Adrenaline was running high as Steve took out the men shooting at them from the roof of the houses opposite, glancing at Javier periodically to make sure the man was okay. His head was bleeding from a nasty wound on his head, his ear painted in the scarlet liquid. He otherwise looked okay. His gun was steady as he took shot after shot, taking down the animals that had attacked them out of nowhere. Steve had come to learn that Javier, despite his numerous shortcomings and failings, was always good in a crisis; calm and dependable on the outside. At least he had that quality about him.

"This was a trap,” Huffed Carillo as he reloaded his pistol.

"No shit,” Spat Steve as he took out two more sicarios, narrowly missing a bullet that bounced off the bonnet.

After what felt like hours but had probably been less than half of one, the shooting stopped. Steve let himself breathe a sigh of relief as his eyes scanned over the bodies of the men and teenagers who had been waiting to ambush them. It made the blonde agent sick to his stomach to see such young boys among the dead but, they had chosen to follow a monster. They knew what they were getting into.

Steve looked over at his partner whose back was turned. His shoulders appeared to be heaving, probably from the exertion. Steve found himself out of breath as the adrenaline from the firefight they had just survived wore off.

"Are you alright Peña?" he called out, his brows furrowing when the man didn't even twitch. "Javi?"

Suddenly, almost in slow motion, Javier crumbled to the floor. His head lolled to the side as his body settled on the tarmac, his arms and legs bent awkwardly beneath him, and Steve sprinted to his side, screaming his name as he dropped to his knees beside his downed partner. Gently, he shifted Javier's limp body so he was lying on his back. The agent's limbs jerked and twitched for a minute as his eyes moved restlessly beneath the lids like he was fighting to wake. Steve felt a weak hand grab his boot as Javier blindly reached out clumsily before his grip went lax.

"Peña... Peña... Can you hear me?" He panted as he checked over the agent's injuries "Javi, can you open your eyes for me?"

The agent went limp and didn't move a muscle. His expression slack as he lay there unconscious beside his totalled truck.

"CARILLO!" Steve screamed as he stabilized his partner's head, wincing at the deep gash that looked a little more severe now that he could get a better look at it. The colonel dropped to the younger agent's side, inspecting Peña's injuries before making a call over the radio for a medical evac.

"His head's bleeding bad,” Steve said as he pushed the hem of his floral button-up shirt against the steadily seeping wound.

"I think he has fractured his skull,” Carillo replied, his eyes locking with the agents a moment before lifting Javier's shirt and spotting fresh bruises "And he's bleeding internally.” 

"We need to get him to a fucking hospital,” growled Steve as he looked around at their surroundings before glancing at Carillo's truck "Help me get him in the car."

"We can't move him, Steve." Carillo warned and Murphy growled in frustration.

"He's dying, man." Murphy growled, slightly lifting Peña's eyelids to check his pupils. They were both dilated to different sizes, confirming the severe head injury. Almost as soon as Steve had settled Javier comfortably and supportively in his arms so as not to exacerbate the head injury, the man started to gasp desperately, blood splattering his lips as they began to take on a startling shade of blue and his nostrils flared.

“Shit,” Steve cursed.

Javier's chest heaved rapidly as his body fought for oxygen. His breathing skipped and stuttered while his injured lung continued to fill with blood. He was slipping away right in Steve's hands.

"Lung's punctured,” Carillo stated before demanding an ETA through his radio. “Try to prop him up a bit. It might help,” he directed Steve, who obeyed numbly. 

Steve could feel the mounting stress and guilt press down on him like a ton of bricks. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him as he knelt dumbly on the pavement beside his dying partner. His mouth felt dry and he tasted bile.

Carefully, he cradled Javier's bleeding head in his hands, wishing he would open his eyes.

"Javi? Javi, listen to me please," he found himself begging. "You hang on ok? I need you to hang on. Ambulance is almost here and you'll be fine. Just...just..." Steve felt his voice crack as his emotions got the better of him.

The sound of sirens filled the air just a few minutes later.

Steve paced the waiting room, his thumbnail bitten so badly it bled. Carillo had been by to inform him that Javier was in surgery and would be some time before they had any news. Steve simply asked if he could call his wife and let her know he probably wouldn't be home.

His mind kept going over what he had seen. Javier lying there white as paper but for the blood that had coated the right-hand side of his face. The unnatural shade of blue his lips had turned. How the EMTs had worked frantically to stabilize him before loading him into the ambulance, shooing Steve when he tried to get in with him.

Steve hadn't been able to tear his eyes away from his partner while the medics cut open Javier's blood-stained button-up, exposing his chest and belly that was a mapping of darkening bruising; a tell-tale sign of internal trauma and severe bleeding. They were frantically rushing to get leads on him to monitor his vitals, inserting IVs and pushing liquids. Javier almost seemed like a corpse until his weak body jerked with a violent cough that brought up more blood.

Steve found himself in a fog, unable to comprehend anything as Carillo managed to pull him away from the ambulance.

"They need room to work,” Carillo had told him and Steve had simply nodded limply "We'll follow in my car."

Steve caught a glimpse of one of the medics wiping the blood from Javier's mouth and securing a plastic oxygen mask over his face before the doors closed.

He remembered what he had said to Javier when the agent had told him to get in the truck.

"I can't fucking stand to be around you right now, Peña,” he’d spat, venom dripping from every word "You have done nothing but waste my fucking time since I arrived."

Steve had seen the agent visibly wince at his words but at the time he had been so angry he hadn't cared. Now he hated the idea that the man might die thinking that Steve thought him a failure. He'd heard what Javier had been through in the years he'd spent here before Steve had arrived. He had been more or less going it alone, chasing lead after lead in the hope that he would finally catch Escobar. To say Peña had been relieved to get a partner was an understatement, even if he'd had a strange way of showing it.

"Steve?"

The familiar voice of his wife pulled him from his self-deprecating thoughts. He spun on his heels, practically sprinting to his wife, scooping her into his arms and sobbing into her neck.

She rubbed his back soothingly as he cried, placing a soft kiss on his temple when he started to pull away.

"What happened?"

"We were ambushed,” Steve choked "Javier's car was hit and then chaos."

Connie gasped. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as Steve regaled what had happened.

"Javier collapsed. Got a fractured skull and internal bleeding,” he continued "Carillo said it's bad... but they're doing everything they can."

"Shit... Steve, I'm sorry,” Connie said as she stroked the apple of his cheek with her thumb "You couldn't have known this would happen." She said, reading the guilt he felt on his face.

"I was an ass to him,” he replied, a tear escaping from his bloodshot eyes as he looked at his wife "The raid being a dud wasn't his fault and yet I blamed him. I basically called him a failure and he looked so hurt, Con. I can see how what I said affected him and I-"

"Steve stop,” His wife ordered, taking his face in her hands. "You're spiralling. What happened wasn't your fault. It wasn't Javi's fault. "It was Escobar's. Remember who your enemy is."

Steve nodded, knocking more tears free.

"Javi's going to be okay,” his wife reassured, sounding so positive that Steve believed her "He is strong and stubborn. Going to take more than this to take him out."

"You didn't see how bad he was Con, he-"

"He's going to be okay Steve,” she repeated, "I know he will."

"Okay." Steve said with a nod before crumbling in his wife's arms, praying that she was right.

.

Steve was starting to dose off on his wife's shoulder when Carillo entered again. His expression looked as exhausted as Steve's. Six hours had passed since he had last come in to update the agent on Javier going into surgery. He had been standing vigilant outside of the theatre, watching things unfold and keeping an eye on the doctors. Javier was a sitting duck in the hospital and he intended to keep his colleague and friend safe.

"How is he?" Connie asked, rousing Steve.

“Stable,” Carillo replied, scraping a hand over his face "They managed to stop the internal bleeding and they are going to observe him and his skull fracture for now, hopefully, he will not need surgery for it."

Steve nodded as he took in everything Carillo was saying. His body numb.

“He’s got a long road ahead of him. He’s been sedated and intubated and has a chest drain to treat the collapsed lung. They managed to get his internal bleeding under control. The doctor doesn’t want him on the vent for too long, though, so they are going to try to remove it in a day or two,” Carillo continued. 

"That's good." Connie said, giving Steve's arm a reassuring squeeze.

"He's not out of the woods but the man is strong,” the colonel stated firmly "He'll be okay."

"Can I go see him?" Steve asked and Carillo nodded, motioning for him and Connie to follow.

The colonel let them through the clinically blue halls, coming to a stop outside a faded veneer door, men posted on either side of it. Peering through its window, he could see Javier lying there with a thick tube jutting out between his lips. Whitetape held it in place, standing out against his tanned complexion. It was a relief to see his colour had somewhat returned.

"I'll be outside if you need anything,” said Carillo as he opened the door and motioned the Murphy's inside.

Steve hesitated when the door opened. He could see more clearly, all the equipment Javier had smothering him to keep him alive. His guilt threatened to consume him as bile rose in his throat.

"Steve?" The agent looked up at his wife who was now standing just inside of Peña's room, her hand outstretched to him "Come on."

He took the hand she offered and they stepped slowly towards his bed, studying him more closely. His head was bandaged, and his right eye had started to bruise. The tube looked huge close-up, sitting snug between his straight teeth. His partner didn’t seem real. This was merely a ghost of the cocky, often annoying man he knew. 

"Talk to him,” Connie urged, and Steve nodded, perching in the chair beside his bed. "They have him sedated, but things will filter through. He needs to know you’re here and that everything is okay.” 

"Hey, man,” he started, letting out a steadying breath as his emotions started to get the better of him "Listen, what I said to you, that I can't stand you, none of that was true." Letting out a long sigh, he leaned forward and placed his hand on Peña's, hoping it would bring the agent some modicum of comfort. "You need to get better, brother, so that I can buy you the most expensive whisky I can find to apologize for being such an ass."

He wished desperately that his partner would make some sort of movement save for the mechanical rise and fall of his chest from the ventilator but that was impossible. Javier was deep in some dreamless abyss from the drugs. 

Silence settled over the room. Just the clicks, whooshes and beeps of machinery could be heard for some time. Connie managed to get another chair and the couple sat at the agent's side, silently praying he'd be okay.

They had just started to drift off, the machines lulling them off, when Javier's heart monitor started to scream. The blood drained from Steve's face as he and Connie were dragged from the room, forced to watch Javier convulse limply with seizures through the blinds as the doctors swarmed him.

Steve couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks this time. 

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[danganronpa-headcanons-imagines]

Could you do the Danganronpa V3 Boys being a passenger Driver for the Girlfriend father who doing a driving test and this like this video

https://youtu.be/WWwiKjCli94

This is an interesting prompt, I've never written for something like this before.

I can do my best!

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V3 Boys as Passengers of S/O's Dad

Shuichi Saihara

When you first started dating, Shuichi was still really self-conscious about himself, and was worried about his impression on your Dad. So when he asked him to help with his driving test, Shuichi thought it would be a great way to bond. Thank god he wasn't wearing his hat this time, cause it would be gone by now. I'm talking it would have flow into the Atlantic ocean by now. Your Dad was absolutely insane behind the wheel, and Shuichi didn't need to be the Ultimate Detective to know that. He desperately grabbed onto the seat to stop himself from flying away. The majority of the time he was silent, but at the last hurdle a giant scream rung out Despite feeling like the world was spinning, Shuichi actually made a good impression on your Dad! He was super thankful and appreciated Shuichi's help. With a shakey hand, he gave a thumbs up, dreading having to do this ever again

Gonta Gokuhara

Car? What's a car? Gonta has never even been in a car his entire life, even when he went to school. He always just walked everywhere, that's what he was used to. So when your Dad asked him to join him on a driving test Gonta was happy to assist! He really wanted to make a good impression on your father, and wanted to prove he was worthy to be your boyfriend. Oh dear god get him off this thing- For a first experience in a car, this was NOT ideal. Your Dad was infamously known in your family to be an erratic driver, and Gonta had never even been on a roller coaster before. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest as he gripped on anything he could grab onto. So many screams almost escaped his throat but he was trying soooo hard to not be rude! Gonta is a gentleman, he can handle this! Yeah, at the end when your Dad thanked him, he gave a weak smile and nod, legs shaking. When he offered to drive Gonta home, he QUICKLY declined and said he'd walk! For the next few months just the sight of a vehicle made him break out into a cold sweat

K1-B0

Hm, riding in a car, huh? Kiibo never really had to ride any vehicle or public transporation before, so this was a new experience. He had a minor moral crisis (a robot in a non-conscious vehicle? Is that appropriate, does he need to ask it's permission?). With your Dad's reassurance, Kiibo was able to shake it off and join him! If he had a heart, it would have lept out of his mouth at this point. The constant road bumps and sharp turns threw his systems out of wack. It felt like his eyes were spinning in their sockets. He kept trying to give feedback and tips, but every movement quickly shut him up in fear. He managed to be quiet at the beginning, but near the end he couldn't hold in the screams anymore At the end of the drive, Kiibo managed to realign himself and give some good feedback. He made sure to make notes on the speeds your Dad was going and the angle of his steering. Your Dad nodded his head and took notes, grateful for the input. After he got home, Kiibo pretty much collapsed into your arms (thankfully you didn't fall over from the weight of his metal) and nearly cried. He was pretty sure it was retribution for entering the car without it's consent. Just hold him for a bit, he'll get better

Kaito Momota

Driving lessons? Hell yeah he'll join! Kaito was already good friends with your Dad, so helping him with a driving test was a no brainer. Not to mention he's gonna be an astronaut, he's gotta get used to G-Force. Let's go! Oh lord. Oh lord oh jesus. Kaito is a brave boy... BUT NOT A BRAVE ENOUGH BOY FOR THIS- Sure, he isn't great on roller coasters, but he never expected to experience anything like this in his life. For some reason it was even worse! Probably because one wrong wheel turn and they could be dead. Unlike a lot of the others, he did NOT hold in his screams. Kaito was screeching at the top of his lungs, mouth foaming The moment he stepped out of the car, Kaito collapsed onto the ground. Feeling the sweet sweet earth was comforting. After thanking him, your Dad tried to console him, but Kaito insisted he was fine. He just needed a few moments or else he'd probably throw up. Thank god rocket launches are this bad! ...right?

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi doesn't really give too much a damn if your Dad likes him. It's a nice bonus and makes it easier during family events. But even if he didn't like him, Kokichi would date you anyways. When your Dad asked him to look over his driving test, Kokichi decided why not? He was bored anyways, might as well do something to pass the time Okay, so he was fine... at first. For the first half he was actually having fun! It was kind of like a roller coaster at an amusement park and it was super exciting. He had his hands up and everything, laughing like crazy. That all came to a sudden halt when they were 1 second away from crashing into a tree, only saved by a sharp turn. Now he was scared. Kokichi realized that this wasn't safe fun anymore, his life was in the hands of an inept man. For the rest of the test, he was crying and screaming in fear After the test his face was covered in tears, and was left sniffling like a child. Your Dad asked if he was okay, but Kokichi did what he does best: lie. Nah, he was totally fine! All that crying was just a joke. That answer satisfied your Dad, but inside Kokichi was still shaking and scared

Korekiyo Shinguji

The thought of a man his age not having a license intrigued him. Most adults earn their license early in their development, usually at age 16. When your Dad asked for Korekiyo's help, he happily agreed. It would be a great way to study and inspect your father, and get a good read on your family's history and behaviors Jesus christ. Korekiyo has never experienced anything like this before. Let's be real, he is a kinky bitch, he's used to getting thrown around. But whiplash is not sexy! His body was as stiff as a board the whole drive, in fear of losing a limb. He's never thrown up in his life, but this is definitely the closest he's gotten. At first it was mildly interesting, even humorous. But at this point Korekiyo's plan to study and inspect was thrown out the damn window. All he could think of was the inevitablity of meeting his dead sister in the afterlife After the drive ended, and his life was spared, he let out a sigh and loosened up again. Your Dad thanked him for the company, and Korekiyo humbly accepted. At the end of the day he realised he didn't learn a damn thing about your father or your family that whole ride. Maybe it should stay that way

Rantaro Amami

When your Dad asked him to help with his driving test, Rantaro happily agreed. He had a good relationship with your father, and felt this would be a great way to get to know eachother. Drive around, chat a bit, have a good time Rantaro is a chill man. Nothing really fazes him, and even if it does he's pretty good at hiding it. This was no different, but fuck it was the hardest situation he's ever encountered. His mouth was tightly shut and his eyes wide open. He tried his hardest to initate a conversation, but every bump made his mouth clamp shut. Even if he got the words out, there was no way your Dad would hear, he was too focused on aceing this test At the end Rantaro put on a good facade of calmness. Your Dad tried to apologize and see if he was okay, but Rantaro brushed it off and assured him he was fine. The day ended on a good note, but Rantaro was sure he'd never drive with your Dad again... at least until he got his license

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma was fine with being a passenger. Your Dad was trying to get his license at a higher age, that's admirable. He can't really reach the pedals on a normal car anyways, so Ryoma thought it couldn't hurt to try out a normal sized car for once. Can't be that bad right? This man already knew he was going to be dead soon, he now accepted this car would be his tomb. Death Row was a distant dream, his body will be found in a pile of scrap metal. With every bump they hit, his body would fly up off the seat, only saved by the seatbelt. Ryoma was completely silent the whole time. There was no point in screaming Even when the car stopped, it took a hot minute for Ryoma to even get out. It took your Dad calling his name to break him out of his trance. His voice was calm when accepting your father's appreciation, but inside Ryoma was still ready to shake hands with the devil. He loves you so much, but that day it was tested

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Hi! Can I request reader x eddie when he comforts her after bad hairdresser appointment?

A few weeks ago it happends to me and my hair is now red but with brown in front part. Kinda alternative style but I wanted to be ginger so bad. Also hairstylist was the meanest person I've met. I spent there 10 hours, it was super expensive 😫

How Eddie would react?

I am so sorry you had that experience!!! I had a similar experience a few months ago and it was horrible!

Eddie knew you were super excited to go get your hair done. You had been saving for months and you went with your friends' advice and ended up making an appointment with a high-end stylist. It's been months since you A. got your hair done but also B. pampered yourself. Eddie tried to convince you to go and get your nails done and just spend the day spoiling yourself but you were already spending so much on your hair that you couldn't bring yourself to do anything else that wasn't necessary.

Your appointment was early in the morning, you wanted to go a completely different color so you knew you needed to get in as soon as possible to try and get it achieved. You woke up excited and positive. You were confident that today was going to be a great day!

Oh, how you were wrong.

You got there early and your stylist wasn't there yet, but you brushed it off since you were ten minutes early. The first red flag should've been when the time your scheduled time came and your stylist wasn't there. But again you brush it off thinking anything could've come up. Could be traffic, maybe they overslept, maybe they had a kid and were busy with that...but they do show up and you try to just shake it off. This isn't going to mess up your day.

It's been nearly 5 hours and you were starting to get overstimulated. (this happens to me all the time when I get my hair done!) You felt yourself getting antsy and could feel the tightness in your chest forming. You tried to suggest a break, and you made some excuse saying you needed the bathroom but your stylist just blew you off. "Just wait. If you go now we're going to have to start all over again" They snapped, rolling their eyes. You nod feeling tears starting to build. Your perfect day wasn't going the way it was planned, even though a break would help calm you down you couldn't handle having to go through this process again so you decided to just wait. It shouldn't be much longer....right?

It was so much longer! With how they sounded when you asked for a break you thought another 20 minutes tops not another 5 hours! By the time you were done, Eddie was blowing up your phone wondering if you were okay and if you really did have to pee now. You responded to Eddie saying that it just took longer to get your hair the color that you wanted and you'd be home soon. But as the chair turned around for you to look in the mirror you felt your heart drop. This isn't what you wanted at all! The tightness in your chest forms once again and tears race to the surface. Your stylist doesn't ask if you like it, or if anything needs to be fixed, they just yank the smock off of you and walk to the front to check you out. You stand up with shakey legs and run a hand through your hair. They scoff seeing you still back at their station, "Will you come pay? You've already taken my whole day I'd like to head home now." You take a deep breath trying to not burst into tears and go to pay before rushing to your car.

You sit in the parking lot for a few minutes trying to ground yourself before heading home.

Eddie hears your car pull in and he jumps off of the couch to greet you. You were gone all day and he missed you so much but he is so excited to see your hair, he knows how much you wanted a change, how excited you were, and how difficult it is for you to spend money on yourself so he was just excited for you. His smile drops however when he sees you walk through the door. You walk straight into his arms and try not to cry as he holds you. "Oh, baby..." He mutters as you fight the tears. "It's dumb really...it's just hair I shouldn't be so upset..." You explain through a cracking voice but he knows this is so much more than hair. "No no, don't think like that sweetheart, it's okay to be upset, it didn't go as planned. It's okay to be upset." He holds you and rocks you softly back and forth as you two stand in the hall. He kisses your head and smiles "It still looks super metal on you babe" He says grinning from ear to ear, "If you really don't like it in the morning we can go and get stuff to dye it at home" he softly suggest and you nod slowly taking in his words. Eddie loves you no matter how you look and he will do anything to make you not only happy with how you look but just happy in general. That is how Eddie ends up at the small corner store the next morning to pick up new hair dye and gloves, and that is how he ends up in your tiny shared bathroom that afternoon reading a pamphlet on how to apply hair dye.

It turns out he is really good at dying hair and he continues to do your hair whenever you want a change, sometimes if it's a color he really likes he will match you and dye a streak of his own hair that color. Which he loves so much! Now everyone knows you two are together even more than they did before.

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[omoghouls]

Dunno if anyone has asked this, but what’s your favourite omo situation to be put in?

Oh gosh like what I personally would like to be placed in /////?

Bc/ one that I really love would there being this older lady and we're either going out on a date or something of that nature and she sweetly hands me a mug of peppermint tea to drink before we head out bc/ "she knows I tend to get car sick and wants me to be hydrated to help prevent it" and i'm nonethewiser to her true intentions-

So we're driving around, and she slides a bottle of water onto my lap- again under the "intentions" of wanting to make sure I'm not underhydrating myself- and again, i'm aloof, she's much older than me so obviously she knows more than I do!

I don't even notice she's turned the radio down to a low background hum as she's more keen and instrested in hearing the little noises i've started to make as I shift around in my seat, occasionally tugging at my seatbelt to move it away from my filling bladder momentarily- My face burns a deep red when I finally notice

She chuckles, her hand not occupied with the steering wheel now lays on my knee, gently rubbing it as she says that it won't be tooo long before we get to our destination

Ofc, that is a lie. She takes alll the "scenic routes" and roads where the potholes have not yet been filled in- any routes that have me white knuckling the edge of my seat, clenching and tensing all my muscles withh each thump as the wheels lower into the potholes. She fanes a sympathetic look and coo as she apologizes. She forgets just forgets how small my bladder is- she rummages around while we're at a red light, holding out the half empty bottle of water she had previously given me

She coaxes me to finish what is left in the bottle, tilting my chin up as the last drops of water go smoothly down my throat.

But she knows that evenn if I manage to shuck my pants down far enough, i can't aim worth shit even in the best of times. But, I'm so despreate i'll do anything to get relief- shakey hands hold the bottle in where i think I need to- but it isn't the right spot and piss just starts spurting out around the opening of the bottle- I gasp, soft whines and pleads with my own body to stop as urine hisses out, splattering onto the plastic floor mat under me

It feels like an eternity before my bladder is empty, achingly so. I shudder, relief washing over my shakey body- half-lidded gazing down at the bottle that barely contains a drop of urine- my head hits the back of the car seat as i'm brought back to reality- already trying to think how much it will cost to get this cleaned.

I don't even realize the car had been in parked in some parking lot/side of road for quite sometime until I hear my side of the car door clicking open. She guides me to slide my legs to the side- I shiver as the cool evenings air brushes against my legs as urine dribbles down from gravity

I dont expect the kiss but it's warm and filled with passion as her hands roll over my back- praise being whispered in my ear for being such a good boy for her, such a messy boy but, that's why she's got plastic mats

and adfsjhgrehgs ye,,,

[stellastellaaa]

Move over NERDS its my turn on the writing🔥

DOAI SPOILERS :3

(Okay so in this context Alex is developing veldigun sickness AGH)

Alex slumps home, their paranoia has been..getting the better of him. All their thoughts have become a jumbled mess of sounds that don’t even vaguely resemble speech. Watching every single car that even happens to go in their general direction before speeding off. They knew Lankmann was onto him, they were sure of it. Its just, why he was waiting so long…?

The squeak of the door that they’ve opened at least a thousand times to get to their apartment room is only now starting to get on their nerves, the slow pain thats developing in his knees. It was like they could barely walk anywhere without feeling some kind of pain. They felt like shit, to say the absolute least. Crashing down on the cheap mattress, Alex’s mind doesn’t exactly know where to go now, what exactly would they think about? The fact the man they were unintentionally helping sacrifice people to some monster was going to kill them? How nice. They cough burying their face into the crook of their arm. “The weathers getting colder…it’s only a cough.” They thought to themselves. As if trying to convince themself of something. As if there was a hang of dread they couldn’t feel, Alex leaned against the wall, tired but not quite enough to sleep, unfortunately. They coughed again, and then again. And soon found they couldn’t stop. Each one more violent, more painful than the last. So hard they begin to tear up.

Alex shoves open the door to the bathroom and hangs over the sink. Staring into the mirror as the flickering light fights to illuminate their surroundings. Before coughing, choking. Harder than they ever had. Alex opened their eyes and stumbled back upon what they saw in the sink. Blood, Alex had coughed up blood.

“No..no no no no..”

They repeat to themself, pacing around the small room for a moment before pausing. Looking down at their arms, then into the mirror. They’ve lost so much weight, and their skin is becoming a sickly pale. They fall, just barely catching themself on the sink. The horrific realization they’ve come to leaves them in a state of animalistic panic. Lankmann wasn’t going to kill them, he was going to let them die. They cough more, the metallic smell of blood was hitting their nose was making them even more nauseous. They turn the sink on and splash the cold water on their face. As if that would do something, anything. But it doesn’t. Alex falls back against the wall, their breathing is labored and hard. Not helped by how clogged their throat felt. They thought they were just going to be killed but this is so much worse. Alex tilts their head back against their breathing wasn’t slowing down, it was so rapid. Only occasionally interrupted by the violent coughing. Their heartbeat was a clumsy banging drum that played in their ears. Their whole body was shaking, thoughts were running around their mind at a thousand miles a minute and almost nothing could break past the wall of their mind and escape through their mouth.

“I don’t want to die..”

Alex paused, almost covering their mouth as they heard themself say that. Their shakey breathing was slowing but didn’t stop. They lean back against the wall, the last thing they ever wanted was to show fear. Even completely alone, even in the security of their own falling apart room. They wanted to be brave about it the last thing they wanted was to admit on any other level other than subconsciously. That they’re afraid, terrified. They’re still young, they still have so much life ahead of them… Alex hunches over staring at the ground, they hold themselves and a feeling of defeat washes through their mind…

The sound of Alex’s breathing is the only one that hits their ears, the room is so quiet, but Alex’s thoughts are screaming, yet somehow, still so vague and hard to make out. They’re completely spaced, they stand up. Their legs shake violently, but they walk forward anyways. Staring into the mirror for a fleeting second before looking straight back down into the overrun sink that they’d forgotten to switch off. They do so and a silent sigh rolls out of their breath. Unsure of what to think, of what to do. All they know is to walk forward anyways.

[burgertaco6]

It is me again, once more but much more detailed in writing. If you are easily queasy with your imagination i advise you not to continue reading. This happened earlier today, which sadly sent me home early, and i still quite toil about it for that means i shall not earn much gold in my pocket.

So, it all started during the car ride to work. I put my shoes on while my dad was driving, as i dont have my own car and today is that time of the month where my body rejects unused anatomy of fertility for a new refreshing batch of horomones. When this feeling, aching in my body begins to chew its way through my large intestine. I think "Ah.. Just cramps, i had a loose stool before leaving home and when i woke up, surely it is nothing." but surely it meant doom i was in denial of.

Stepping out of the car i get this wave of not being able to control my body heat, making my way to clock in thus confirming i am working, then getting to actual work with wiping everything down to pass the time until we clean theaters. Its always quite dirty, but i make sure its not with adhd boredom inspiring me to get every nook and cranny making stuff look good as new.

Thats when it truly hit me, alike the trucks on freeways over bridges carrying tons of cargo. "You need to throw up." My body told me, the tingling of sulfuric on the base of my throat. "But surely not, i've eaten and taken pain relief! We must keep going, we only work two days this week, it will be worth it-" When i am interrupted with "No. You need to throw up, N O W."

I hurried as fast i could so not to expel on the floor, which was not very fast, doing some kind of unnatural clench to my stomach while keeping composure around the customers, looking sickly may disturb them. As i go to the third stall its like if i had gone blank, all i remember is spewing up. The first time was chunky as it was my breakfast that'd just come up, slightly foamy with a horrible smell. After the first i was dizzy, all of that digesting energy was gone as my body couldn't' find anything to get nutrients from, the first day in the morning is always a cleanser. The gripping feeling of hunger triggered me to barf once again, this second time more horrible than the last. Its complete liquid with little to no food, digestive acids having been forced up from my small intestine to replace the emptied stomach. It was like a disgusting mucus as it had gone up my nose on its way out.

Lightheaded, about to pass out from lack of vitamins and nutritions, i flushed and stumbled my way towards the sink. I make sure to clean VERY well of my face to remove anything that may be left upon my lips or nostrils, next were hands for that is customary rule of employee.

Entering the room of two heads who were on their managerial duty for the day, printing end times and writing out papers, they look at me with concern. Im asked "Whats up?" and i go "I just threw up twice, and im in great pain. I am so very sorry." They do not ask further question, there is not anger in their eyes. They say "Go. Go home." I cheer internally, 'OORAH!!!', but cannot crack a relieved smile from the oncoming feeling of thousands of knives in my innards down towards my legs. Worried coworkers look on with anguish of me when i entered the break room, typically i rarely leave early unless its assisting another getting more hours, grabbing my bag and drink i intended for dunch. Calling my father from the cellular device in tears and shakey breath he arrives within a few minutes (work is not much far from home). Im given the magical pink foam such dubbed "Pepto Bismol" to help as i go acquire comfortable loose clothing to prevent struggling in removal incase of another tragedy, so i pass out in my plastic furs safety. Waking, i stay in the warmth with less barfy tipsy, reading the rest of which i borrowed from the library. My feline companion is curled up with me, for the room was quite cold with a pleasant sunbeam on the foot.

To say i regret leaving work is true, but to say i wished to stay in my condition is a honest denial. I wish those who were there with me a peaceful but eventful day, hopefully i am not looked at differently by the powerful ones such as those managers from my moment of weakness, i quite love my duties with passion but to have so little days and so little guidance on chores is making me rethink. But i continue to push on.

That is all of the tragedy from which happened today, not much else of event besides an angry old lady and small child with metallic plastic helium friend on a string. Live on my worms, remember to stay hydrated and active.

[garoujo]

BUT ALSO just a rainy day where ur so sad n worn out but Itto comes to pick u up and he lets u ride him as hard as u need until the car (TRUCK ??) starts rocking bc ur just jostling him,, in the end he holds ur hips still to barrage u with heavy shuddering thrusts bc ur so tired,, just finding relief that he's Here for u—•—👹

omg itto so drives a truck u are SO RIGHT 4 THAT ! why is this so hot . why is he so hot ! i swear i’m gonna die 2day w all these good thoughts u guys spoil me sm i’m just a puddle of a needy gorl <3

[chaos-grimlin]

Obsessed with your marked series!!! Please make another part😭⭐️🫶

Im so glad you like it!! Sorry if my updates are slow!! But heres chapter 18!

Intro:No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story...

Marked (Poly! Billy Loomis and Stu macher x reader)

Word count:1002

Chapter 18- I promise

^^3rd Person P.O.V^^^

8 minutes....

8 minutes was all it took for Randy to get to the hospital..

Randy didnt care if he broke the speed limit, he didnt care... He just wanted to get to her..

She was all that was on his mind as he gripped the steering wheel to his old car.

Randy had never felt so worried about someone other then his parents. Yet, with her, he felt so scared that the twisted fucker that did that to her would find her again.

Randy pushed down on the gas petal a little more as he kept his eyes fixated on the road. He went over the speed limit by 5.

Soon, Randy saw the eerie looking hospital looming in the distance.

He slowed down slightly as he pulled into the hospital parking lot and quickly parked his car.

Randy yanked the seatbelt out of its buckle and quickly opened the door and stumbled out of the car.

He slammed the door shut and ran to the hospital doors.

Randy busted into the hospital, looking like a mess, but he didn't care that his hair was a mess and he didn't care that his shirt looked like it was on backwards.

"Um... Can i help you sir?" A confused voice called out, echoing in the empty lobby.

Randy jumped slightly before looking behind him, seeing a nurse looking at him.

The lady raised one of her eyebrows as she clutched her clipbored tightly.

"Um.. Yeah im here to see Y/n L/n" Randy said, frantically scratching the back of his neck.

"Visitation hours are over young man" the nurse said with a cocky tone.

"Ma'am please.. She just went through a tragic accident and... She called me crying, wanting me with her" Randy protested.

The nurse rolled her eyes. "Im sorry sir" "no no!please just let me see her, shes scared out of her mind" Randy said, remebering how scared Y/n sounded over the phone.

"What ever, go, i dont care my shifts over anyway, at least you breaking the rules will be on Darcy and not me" the nurse said throwing her hands up slightly before walking off.

Randy didnt say anything as he turned on his heels and started power walking down the halls.

He took lefts and rights, counting down all the doors till he made it to Y/ns.

Randy didn't bother to knock, he just slowly pushed the door open. "Y/n" Randy called out in a gentle whisper.

Y/n lifted her head up and looked at Randy.

Randy felt his heart break as he saw her...she looked rough... But it was what he expected..

"Randy" Y/n choked out as she stood up on shakey legs.

Pain rushed through her and she fell back down onto the thin mattress of the hospital bed.

Randy quickly made his way to her side.

Y/n looked at Randy as she took in deep breaths.

"Im here. No one will hurt you." Randy whispered in a soothing voice as he ran his fingers through her dirty hair.

Y/n looked into Randy's eyes, feeling herself calm down the longer she looked at him.

"Im sorry" she muttered.

Randys brows knitted togeather as he pushed her hair out from infront of her eyes.

"Why?" He asked. "I woke you up just because...im scared.." y/n said, looking away from him.

"Hey. Listen, id walk across just to be here with you when you needed me" Randy said, letting a soft smile grace his features

Y/n slowly pulled her legs up slightly, feeling a pulsating pain flood through her hip.

Y/n sucked air in through her teeth as her face contorted with pain.

"Dont move to much" Randy said. (Stating the obvious Randy my boi)

"I... I was moving so you could sit with me" Y/n whispered.

"Oh". And at that, Randy slowly sat down beside Y/n.

Minutes passed, and neither of the two teenagers said a word.

"Im scared Randy.." Y/n said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Im scared they will find me...." She said, seeing those foul memories play through her mind.

"Dont be, ill protect you" he wrapped his arm around her waist, slowly moving closer to her.

"Promise?" "Promise"

Randy leanded down slightly and placed a tender kiss on Y/ns forehead, being mindful of the bandaged cuts on her face.

Y/n leaned her head on Randy's shoulder. Maybe, just maybe she could trust Randy. Maybe he would protect her.

"Randy?"

"Hm?"

"Can you stay here with me tonight?"

Randy wasn't surprised when those words left Y/ns lips.

All Randy did was nod to her....

~~~~Small time skip because its 10:36 for meee~~~~

Randy soon found himself laying beside Y/n, who was already fast asleep, in the small bed.

Randy looked down at Y/n, watching her chest gently rise and fall as she took in short breaths.

Randy slowly wrapped his arms around her torso and slowly pulled her close to him, trying not to wake her or hurt her even more.

Randy kissed Y/ns cheek as he held her.

No noise filled the room other then the faint beeping of the heart monitors in the other rooms and the sound of heels clanking on the tiles outside.

It was almost peaceful to Randy.

Randy wished he was holding Y/n on her bed rather then in a hospital bed that was barley big enough to fit the two.

He grabbed the thin blanket they covered Y/n from her hips down and slowly pulled it up, allowing the blanket to come up just slightly past her elbows.

"I promise ill protect you. You won't get hurt as long as im around, and that, my darling, is a promise that I will keep"

[devine-star]

Major self indulgence fic-

Eddie Munson x Male!reader.

Warnings: Anxiety attack + Autistic meltdown. Mentions of/taking of pills. Self inflicted wounds (NOT SELF HARM!). Blood. Sefl doubt talk. Lmk if I missed any!

Note: I wrote this because ahaha the future is scary! I, myself, and autistic and this is just how I, myself, have my meltdowns. It is in now way supposed to represent how ALL Autistic people have meltdowns! :)

The room is silent besides the soft hum of the lamp beside you. Everything has either been too loud or too silent and it was driving you insane.

The feeling of the sheets under your body was making your skin itch.

The collar of your shirt seeming to choke you.

Laying on your back, arms and legs sprawled out on your bed;mind racing.

'What does the future hold?'

That one simple thought starts your downward spiral.

'I don't see anything for my future...' you thought a frown coming onto your face as an uneasy heaviness settles itself between your rib cage, claiming it as it's new home.

'I'll never amount to anything,' Tears come to your eyes.

'I'll never be able to get my dream job, move out if this shitty town or even get married...' The tears slide down your cheeks as your breath quickens.

From the other side of the room, your bottle of anti-Anxiety medication stares at you; almost as if to mock you.

'I can't even be normal without some stupid pills!' Anger mixes in with the anxiety as more tears rush from your reddening eyes.

The room begins to spin around you, sitting up quickly to press your back against the wall.

"Stop..." You mutter.

Praying the thoughts will listen to you if only for a moment. But they don't.

"STOP IT!" You scream.

One of your hands coming to slap against the side of your head, trying your best to physically knock the thoughts from your brain.

"I DON'T WANT TO FEEL THIS WAY!!!" The scream rips from your throat as More open handed blows are landed; bruises sure to be formed by morning.

Shakey hands are now gripping your hair as you roughly start pulling, unconsciously rocking yourself back and forth.

Little to your knowledge, your best friend Eddie Munson just pulled into your driveway.

His hands shaking slightly as he pep talked himself.

"You got this Eds, just tell him how you feel and everything will be fine," he mumbles grabbing the bag of your favorite take out before hopping from his van.

Eddie has finally pumped up his nuts enough to confess how he truly felt for you. He's been in love with you for the past year.

He didn't even know he loved you until one day he was listening to you rant off about your favorite book.

Something about the way you were smiling and doing an intense voice during the plot twist reveal made his heart flutter and then sink when he realized what this meant.

But now? Ge was ready!

Rapping his knuckles against the door, Eddie waits.

Glancing around for a while when you don't open the door.

'Is he here?' He jogs down the steps to your front door checking around the side of the house to see your car parked.

'Yeah..' Confirming that you were home, Eddie knocks again.

But the sound of something crashing inside and your pain filled screams knocks the wind from him for a moment before He's barging into the house.

"Y/n!!"

Rushing upstairs he finds you sitting on your bedroom floor, half naked with your nose and fists bloody.

His eyes move from you to the broken full length mirror on the floor.

"Oh shit..." He mutters dropping the food and rushing to your side.

"Sshh...Y/n, it's okay" A yelp slips from Eddie's lips as you slap him; smearing blood from your hands on his face.

"Y/n! Hey!" Eddie was angry. He was worried. He knows anxiety and overstimulation can set in easy at the late hours when you're alone.

He quickly grips both of your arms pulling you into his lap, gently squeezing over your arms and shoulders.

Pressure therapy is what you called it.

Eddie did his own research in his free time, it's a form of release that can help autistic people calm down.

Your struggling soon subsides as you turn yourself around in his lap hiding your face in his chest.

"Too much..." You mumbled.

For a moment, Eddie panicked thinking his touch was too much but hearing your cry of protest when he goes to move you from his lap calms his nerves.

"What is N/n?" He asks calmly gently running a hand through your hair.

"The thoughts...the future...I-I can't..." Eddie can feel your body shake and breath start to speed up again.

"Woah woah, hey no, it's okay!" Beginning to rock the both of you back and forth, Eddie began humming.

Humming a song he's heard you listen to a thousand times over whenever you felt this way.

You two stayed on the floor like this for maybe an hour. Eddie whispering confirmations that the future will be bright snd that he'll make sure it will be or the universe will have hell to pay.

Sniffling softly you pull your head away from him to look at him shyly "I-Im sorry Eds, I-" Eddie shook his not.

"No, Nope. Uh-huh, not gonna let you apologize for something you can't help," He slowly, and awkwardly, stands. Keeping you in his arms to carry you over to your bed.

"Let's get you cleaned up and some rest okay?" You gently nod watching him disappear for a moment.

When Eddie returns, he's holding the first aid kit from your bathroom and a glass of water.

Sitting next to you and leaving the water on your nightstand, Eddie gently picks up your bloodied knuckles.

"Shit N/n, you really did a number on yourself," He mumbles bringing a wet rag you hadn't noticed he grabbed to your knuckles.

Hissing at the pain you whine about how it hurts "I know bubs, just a little more."

Once the blood was washed away, Eddie bandages your hand with gauze and an ace wrap before bringing your bandages hand to his lips; gently kissing it.

Smiling softly at him Eddie moves to grip your face in his hands and started his work of cleaning your bloodied nose and lips.

Eddie wouldn't admit this outloud but he LOVES taking care of you. He would do it a thousand times over, no questions asked.

All be it, he'll tease you about lightly. But he loves watching the way you admire his face as he's being gentle with you.

"There, all better." Standing to dispose of the rag and empty bandage wrappers, Eddie snags the bottle of pills from your dresser.

"Did you take these today?" He signed as you shook your head no.

"Well, we can take them now yeah?" Popping the bottle open, he pours the two pills into his hand before holding them out to you.

"Thanks,"

Satisfied after seeing your take your medicine Eddie shuts the lights off and climbs into bed with you; pulling you close.

He had this whole plan of coming over to confess his feelings, eating his weight in take out, and maybe even getting high with you but that would have to wait.

But that's okay, Eddie would wait a thousand years in order to tell you how he felt. He just wanted to make sure you're okay first.

"Thank you Eddie, I don't know what I would do without you..." You mumble slipping off into the land of dreams.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, Eddie relaxes and allows himself to enjoy this moment before he too slips into sleep.

[thesilvercup]

Come Home Baby (part 3)

Jake Seresin x Reader

Part 3!!! Read part two here! Or part one here!

Ok so, this might be the final chapter I’m not really sure. If I did anymore the rest would be world building and fluff and smut with them tbh! Lmk.

Song for the chapter!! i saw you in a dream by The Japanese House

Warnings: none? I don’t even consider this angst. A couple working out their problems 🗣️

Words: 1k

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I never tend to belief in fate. As an existentialist most my life I believed in only the awful flip sides. I saw myself as a failure and any situation I got myself in was “just my luck.” So the situation I just landed into doesn’t really seem like fate. Of course out of all the times I was to run into Jake I wouldn’t be ready. I haven’t really thought about what to say or how to say it or when to say it. All I know is that it definitely wasn’t now.

But somehow right now I feel more at peace than I have in these past two days. I see what looks like him through a window of this bar and I can’t help but feel like everything will be fine.

Allie taps me on my shoulder, startling me from my thoughts. “Becca? Are you good, we can always go somewhere else?” I sigh feeling a little bit of anxiety bubble within me.

“I’ll be fine Allie, maybe this will be a moment where we can talk.” I unbuckle my seat belt and check my appearance in the rear view mirror.

I get out of the car and try to shake away the growing anxiety. “What is this bar called,” I ask Allie. “Oh this old place? The hard deck. Yeah I know, so clever,” Allie says with a eye roll. Causing laughter to roll out of me. We open the doors with a signature bell jingle to let everyone know our presence. The place isn’t too busy as I scan the around the space. It’s so quaint and cozy I almost forgot what I’m here for: Jake.

We lock eyes across the bar. My heart skips a beat. Tears well up in my eyes and I can’t help but softly smile at him. His scared eyes soften and he smiles so brightly it could light up all of San Diego. He takes a step to me and I do the same. We move like birds gently but swiftly. We land in each others arms.

I sob into his shoulder holding onto him so tight. He leans down and whispers, “I’m so sorry, Becca. I’m so sorry.” I nudge my head into the crevice of his neck and gently say, “I forgive you.” I pull out of his embrace and grab his hand. “We should probably talk outside.” He nods and lets me guide him to the deck outside. I push him down to sit next to me. As my legs hang over the deck I cross them and tuck my hands under my butt.

“Sooooo,” I say. Scared of what comes next. Jake is next to speak. He hooks his finger under my chin and has me look him in the eyes.

“Becca…” he says, “I never meant to hurt you like I did.”

“But you did,” I exclaim. “I want to hear you out. I want everything to get better. But you hurt me. You really hurt me.”

Jake goes to speak but I continue. “There was no reason. No explanation. Why? Do all good things have to come to an end?”

“Baby no,” Jake says shaking his head vigorously.

“I can’t tell you what’s about to happen or why exactly I’m here. But I will say I broke up with you because…” Jake starts tearing up. His chest moves so fast. I reach out to grab his face. “It’s okay, my love. Whenever you’re ready.” Jake lets out a shakey breath and continues.

“I’m being deployed in less than a month. And they say there’s a 50% chance that one or more of us will end up dead.”

“I don’t want you to lose me like that. I wanted you to hate me and never think about me again,” he says as he hangs his head low.

Relief flows through my body. I start laughing. Jake’s head snaps up. He looks at me, puzzled. I jump onto him and wrap my arms around his neck. “Jake, I thought that you hated me. I wracked my head through so many memories trying to find what I did wrong. But this whole time you were trying to protect me?” He sheepishly nods his head. I squeeze him tighter.

“Jake I always promised to stick by your side. We’re not married but till death do us part.”

“So are you mad at me,” Jake ponders.

“Mad, no. I’m beyond pissed off and extremely hurt. If you still want me you’re going to have to work for this Jake.”

“But what if-“

“There’s no what ifs Jake. You’ll live and someday we’ll -“

“We’ll what?!”

“We’ll get married”

“Really?!” He asks.

“Yes, but only if you-“

“Work for it. Got it. I love you so much Becca “

“I love you too, Jakey.” I lean back to look into his eyes. Jake reaches up and grabs both sides of my face. I smile and run my fingers on the nape of his neck. And who was I to think I wasn’t ready for this. To be with him in his arms. We lean in at the same time. With smiles on our faces. We kiss. Life is good.

Inside the bar Allie sits with her husband they lounge with Bradley and the rest of the crew as they await the couple outside. Bradley is the first to speak up.

“Are they always like this?”

Allie lets out a hearty laugh and burrows into her life partner. He tightens his grip on her before he takes a swig of his beer.

“Yes but no. They can explain everything later.” The group nods their heads and hum in agreement. Most out of the group cast their stares outside to the lovelorn couple. The couple’s lips are locked and happiness seems to fill in and blanket everyone at the hard deck.

“Maybe Jake won’t be such a hard ass,” Phoenix pipes up.

“Doubt it,” Bob says as he’s in the process of munching on his boiled peanuts. Eliciting laughter from the group.

[bakuhoes-dumbass]

WSPPPP NERDS ITS ME AGAIN MOCHI CAUSE YK WERE AMAZING ANYWHOOO Howwww about ooo! Okay so they see Y/N after the month right a different way to the other question/headcannon ima send a bunch! Y/N wanted to get better at her quirk so she went into an underground like training/fighting arena for ppl with quirks and she has been doing for the month they havent seen her. So she got a bit stronger how do you think they would react to that? and what would they do/ say to her when she finished sparing?

Oooooooooo this is very interesting Mochi. Let's see what I can come up with~

These are NOT cannon to the story line.

Warnings: Yandere Headcannons ahead. If you are uncomfortable with these types of things, DO NOT READ. Proceed with caution, as I do not feel bad if you choose to do so while being warned.

MINORS, DNI

Part 1

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Tokoyami: As soon as Dark Shadow attempted to pull you into him, you twisted your body around and slammed your foot into Tokoyamk's side. With a grunt, his Dark Shadow had released its hold. Since when did his delicate star knew how to defend herself?! His annoyance grew. He just found you after a month, he wasn't about to just let you go that easily.

"My sweet little star, suddently so strong. Why must you insist on rejecting me? You are mine. Now come."

Kirishima: You struggle against his tight hold. A lazy grin is spread across his face, thinking there's no way you can escape. But the training you did for the last month was finally put to use when you flicked your fingers twords the mailbox, making it fly right into him. It didn't hurt him but it shocked him enough to loosen his grip so you can slip out and bolt. The grin on his face is slowly replaced by anger.

"Pebble, pebble, pebble! You need to stop RUNNING from me! No matter how much you prepare, I will ALWAYS find you!"

Hawks: The grip he has on you is becoming difficult as you squirm in his hold. He can't keep you from falling if you don't stop! But you weren't worried about that. Not at all. With a hand free, you wave it near a solar panel on top of a nearby tower, causing it to shift and snap. With one last kick to the man, he yelps and drops you. But you didn't fall far, as the hovering solar panel was quick to catch you. Hawk's face is a mixture of amusment and anger.

"Oh, birdy's been practicing. Come back here, baby bird. How about we fly TOGETHER?"

Tamaki: You felt the slickness of the tentacles wrap around your limbs, letting out a scream. You had to get out. Now. So that's when you turn your body around to face the once shy man and grabbed his tentacles with your hands, pulling him to you with your newfound strength. Once his body is flush against yours, you do the only thing you know could catch him offguard. You kiss him. Man is so shocked, he looses control of his quirk and you are able to get out and take off. That's when his face turns darker than it ever has.

"M-My bunny has been getting stronger and bolder. Oh, Bunny~ I'm coming for you and I won't ever stop."

Overhaul: After bringing you back to his place, (safely away from your neighborhood), what he didn't expect was for your quirk to have enhanced. Almost to the point of his strength. Your eyes flit around the room to land on a potted plant. Before he could put his hands on you once more, you stretched out a hand at the pot and threw it at him, smashing it into his back. He collapsed on the floor with a groan and you SPRINTED out of there. Because you knew if he caught you, you were fucked. He stands up on shakey legs, taking his gloves off.

"You think you can escape me?! NO amount of training will save you. I will TEAR this world apart until you are on your knees before me for eternity!"

Shoto: You knew only one person who can produce ice and the fact he was behind you terrified you. But you trained for this, you knew you had to get away. You swing your arm around and push him away with as much force as you can, til he slammed into the side of a house. You quickly make work of the ice around your feet with a rock til you broke free. But before you can run, you hear a voice behind you. Turning, you see the darkest look you've ever seen on him.

"Oh, my pet. You can train for as long as you want. You will never leave me again, I will see to it."

Dabi: The hand gripping the back of your neck gets tighter and tighter. You needed to get away as soon as possible. So you finally out your training to good use. He never would have expected you to reach behind you and latch onto his arm. With a mixture of strength and quirk, you flipped him over your shoulder and onto his back with a loud crack. You didn't even spare a glace at him before you started bolting.

"Mouse, how strong you've gotten. I guess I don't mind playing this game a little longer. Because, after all, in the end, I always get what I want."

Bakugo: You couldn't help but recoil at the profanities being spat in your face. He held you down as tight as he could, fearing you to leave him again. But to his surprise, you weren't going down without a fight. You intertwined your legs with his and bent your wrists to grab his, flipping you two over so you're on top. He stares at you in shock, before a manic grin takes over.

"Oi, angel. I had no idea you were so strong. You must have trained during our time apart. But I've finally found you. You're safe with me and I hope you know it will stay that way."

Denki: After coming to, you realized you were somewhere you've never been. A bedroom of sorts. You remember exactly what happened, which makes it more confusing for you when you realize he didn't tie you down?? Idiot. But he did lock the door. That wasn't sometbing to be worried about for you. Getting into your stance, you lifted up a leg and swiftly kicked a hole straight through the door and were able to run. But he saw. He saw everything through his security cameras.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! I knew I should have tied her down. I didn't expect this kind of strengtj! Kinda hot... I'm coming for you, my love. I will make sure to restrain you this time."

Midoriya: He's strong, very fast and DETERMINED. This was going to be a hard one. But you didn't train yourself til almost death for you to give up now. You lean your head forward and slam it back into his. Hard. He reels for a moment, his grip dropping. You then lift your hand and point it to a nearby car, throwing it at him. He us caught offguard but was able to stop it. Once he looks up at you, your blood runs cold.

"Darling has bulked up, huh. Oh this is going to be SO much FUN! But you still won't be escaping me that easily. Come here, my darling~"

Shinso: Why. Why did it have to be him. The one you were most terrified of. The hardest one to break from. You try to move your body. You try but it's so hard. Come, y/n, you trained for this. Break his hold, BREAK HIS HOLD. Your mind concentrates as he watches you with amusement. The closer he gets, the more internally anxious you become. But finally, your training pays off as you wiggle a finger and a nearby garden stake slices through your leg. Shinso freezes in shock. How the HELL were you able to break out of his hold?!

"Kitten has got fuckin claws, I see. Oh, no no. You are NOT getting away from me again. I will BREAK you into my little plaything, if it's the last thing I do."

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Read the story these headcannons are based off HERE!

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅

Summary: you moved into a new neighborhood. Your neighborhood grew closer to you and you both starts to flirt with each other. It leads to you both sleeping together

Genre: smuts

Warning: NSFW, thigh ridding, lots of tongue in the kissing, sexual talking, porn with a plot? Starts fluff ends smut. Kinda implied

Pairing: Chris Evans x neighbor reader

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission

Read at your own risk! At least 16+

You placed the last box on the ground shutting the door of your car. You breathed out a sigh of relief as you looked over at your New home. You had just closed on it and it was exciting. You never thought you'll be able to buy such an amazing place, in an amazing neighborhood but here you were.

You picked up the box and began carrying it to the front door. As you walked up the stone steps you can see a man in the yard of the house next door with his dog. You looked over at him, he smiled and waved. He seem really nice.

You walked into the house placed your stuff on the floor in the foyer before walking back outside. You were going to greet home, you really needed a good relationship with neighbors especially since you're new to the neighborhood.

You walked through the lawn and stopped at your property lines. "Hi." Chris without hesitation walked over to you. "Hi, I see you're new here."

"yeah, I am. I'm y/n." You stuck out your hand giving him a bright smile. Chris stuck out his and shook your hand. "I'm Chris nice to meet you."

You nodded. "Ok well I'm going to go and put my things away. It was very nice meeting you."

you turned to leave, but Chris stopped you. He took a deep breath as you Turned around. "Yes."

"I was wondering if you wanna come over for a drink? Nothing weird just to welcome you into the neighborhood."

You chuckled softly making Chris question himself. Did you have a boyfriend? Did he jump to fast? Did he ruin this moment? His mind was racing in those few seconds and it was only cut off when you spoke.

"uh sure. Where do we meet?" "Uh in my backyard." Chris said happily. "Just come through the gate. 6?"

You nodded. "Alright sounds like a plan. I'll see you there." You waved goodbye to him before you made your way inside. Chris stood in the yard a little longer happy with himself over what he accomplished.

Around 5: 30 you got yourself ready. You didn't want it to seem like you were impressing or trying to dress nicely for him so you stuck on a graphic tee and some jeans with holes in them.

You grabbed your phone just in case before you walked over to Chris' house. It was starting to get dark out, but the lights from Chris' backyard lit up the place enough.

You softly sighed as you pushed the gate door open. You walked further into the backyard, you weren't going to deny your heart was racing as you got closer.

As you fully reached the backyard you can see Chris standing on his patio a beer in his hand. When he saw you he smiled. "Hey you made it." He walked over to you and hugged you.

"of course I did I live next door." Chris snickered at your sarcasm. "Alright do you a beer or some water?"

You walked over to seating area where Chris had a few lit candles for more light. "Uh beers fine." You said as you sat down.

Chris went inside and grabbed a beer from the fridge before returning to the patio. He handed it to you before sitting in the chair beside you. "So how are you?"

"I'm fine. Really exhausted from moving but I'm happy I'm here." Chris nodded humming. "Yeah. So are you from the Boston area?"

You were quick to shake your head. "No, I'm from California actually. I moved and because it's more calmer here on the east coast."

Chris agreed with you. He could definitely understand where you were coming from. "So.. what do you do?" You asked taking a sip of your beer.

"I'm a actor. You may have seen me in some movies, you may haven't I don't know." Chris chuckled lowly as he sipped his drink.

"Yeah I think I have, but I don't remember the movie." "Maybe captain America..?" Chris gave you wiggly eyebrows. "oh wait yes." It started to dawn on you he was the one and only captain America. "Hm Chris Evans?"

Chris nodded. He started smiling as you realized who he was. "You got it correct."

"that's pretty cool." You laughed and drunk your beer, all of it. Chris watched as you placed the empty bottles on the side table. He was kinda shocked with how fast you finished, he didn't expect it, but it was such a turn on to him.

"you want another beer?" Turning to him you shook your head. "No, I'm fine thanks." Chris nodded softly.

You both talked a little bit more before you started to notice it was getting pretty late out. You decided it was time to head home despite not wanting to leave.

You thanked Chris for his warm welcome before you made your way home. As you got in bed that night you started to think about how this move was a good idea. Not only for yourself but because you had a hot, sexy, neighbor that was kind as fuck.

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As weeks went you and Chris grew closer together. He invited you over often. You both had a beer or two and talked. You noticed Chris grew flirty with you, you couldn't help Flirting back with him.

After a month of moving in you and Chris were close as fuck. It was no longer a platonic thing between the two of you, it was sexual tension. Chris wanted nothing more than to make you his and watch you breathless under him.

To cut the tension you decided it was time to act up and what I mean by act up I mean tease Chris.

Around 4pm you made your way over to Chris' place. You had on a short skirt and a button up shirt with no bra. You knocked on the door and waited for Chris to answer. A few seconds flew by before Chris answered. "Y/n, what's up."

"hi, I just wanted to come over and give you company." Chris nodded. "Ok, come in then." He moved out of the way letting you in. You walked through the house to the living room. You took a seat on the couch, Chris sat down beside you. He noticed your short skirt and tight, braless button up. It made his cock twitch in his pants just thinking about it.

"what do you want to watch?" He asked grabbing the remote. "Um whatever you want I'm fine with." "Alright."

Chris clicked on Rick and Morty. You both watched in silence. Chris peering over at you every few minutes didn't go unnoticed by you at all. You could see his cock straining against his pants and honestly it looked painful.

Now it was your time to act. You took your hand and placed it on Chris' thigh. you can feel him tense up under your hand. you looked over at him. "is there something wrong?"

chris looked over at you. "I know what youre doing y/n."

You decided to play dumb. "What do you mean?"

Chris crawled. His warm hand came to your thigh and pulled you onto his legs in one swift movement. You looked down at him, You can feel your panties soaking as you felt Chris hard against you.

"you know what you're doing." Chris placed his hand on your waist. "And I think it's time you do what you want to do."

Chris gripped your chin and kissed you. The kiss was rough making you moan. His tongue slipped into your mouth colliding with yours.

You began to move your hips against his thighs. You moaned taking hold of the couch behind you for leverage. Chris pulled away looking down between you both.

"fuck your so wet. Soaking my pants baby." You groaned throwing your head back. The feeling of his pants against your core made you grow closer to your high.

"you're close huh?" Chris gripped your jaw making you look at him. "So fucking dirty. You're going to cum for me?"

"yes." Your voice came out shakey. You keep moving your core against his thigh. Before you knew it you were cumming. You wailed into Chris' ear. Tingles ran through your Body as your orgasm ripped through your body.

When you came down from your high you looked at Chris. "You done?" He asked with a smirk. You laughed, "yeah."

"Chris brushed his finger over your cheeks l. "Well I don't think you're really Done. How about we go to the bedroom?" Chris lips brushed against yours. You hummed. "I think that's a good idea." You kissed him before getting up from your seat His lap. Chris got up and pulled you to his bedroom for a ton of fun.

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Ok I'm done

[semistable17yearoldgirl]

My Girl (loki x reader)

author's note: hello all! this is my loki x reader fic!! it's a longer one for sure, but I was listening to my comfort song and got inspired. please consider sending me a request!!! i'm running out of ideas and need some inspo. thank you!! enjoy!

also side note: i'm asking that you please don't reblog my fic unless your blog is specifically for reblogging fics- and that you ask my permission first. I've seen a couple of my fics reposted without my permission and get more recognition there than on my own blog. So my only request that you ask first!! ty!

warnings: mention of a bout of depression I suppose? But mostly fluff.

It had been a painstakingly long day. The rain, forgetting her office keys, the bitchy coworkers, by the end of her shift, it all became too much for the girl who only wanted to help. Y/N was the "bubbly, positive" one in her social circle, but very few people saw her behind the steel wall she put up around her soul. Like a pearl protected by an oyster shell, few people got to see the true beauty of what was hidden. Except for one person, and that one being a god if we're getting technical.

Loki was truly something else. To her, she could write a pulitzer prize winning novel about him but still not feel that it did the man justice in her eyes. She had seen him at his worst. Waking up gasping for air and begging and pleading for the brain washing to be over. She had held him as he gripped to her like a lifeline.

She never cried, and especially not in front of him. "I cannot bring another burden into his life" She had said to herself on more occasions than she would care to admit to. But behind closed doors, those emotions were coming to the surface, and the damn was about to break.

So there she was, the beautiful and positive Y/N gripping the harsh leather of her steering wheel, and feeling her resolve begin to wash away. She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to hold on just for a little longer. She drove as fast as legally possible down the winding roads of New York unconsciously holding her breath trying to get home as fast as possible.

Finally pulling into the Stark Tower parking lot, she let out that painful breath, and all hell broke loose. Grateful for the Avengers only parking section of the parking garage, she allowed all of the pent up emotions to come crashing down onto her at once.

She clenched her eyes shut as tight as possible, and rested her head on the steering wheel, punching the sides of it as hard as she could. Her lips quivering as she tried to withhold a pained scream. Every so often, short bursts of sobs would escape her mouth, but for the most part the only thing she could do was silently cry, and punch the interior of her car.

In her concentration of attempting to remain decently silent, she didn’t notice the god she cared for so deeply cautiously approaching her open car door.

“Darling?” He gently called.

As she slowly turned to look at him, their eyes made contact (your eye colour) to icy blue. The way he could practically hear the internal battle going on inside your head was almost deafening. His heart absolutely shattered. There wasn’t much that could cause Loki to freeze. But the look in your eyes in that moment suddenly could.

He ran over and pulled her out of the car, but her legs were like jelly from all the high emotions coursing through her body. She picked her up bridal style and closed the driver’s side door. He opened the back door to the car and slid in with her on his lap. He closed the door and simply held her there while whispering anything he could to comfort the love of his life.

“That’s it darling. Let it out. It’s okay I’m right here doll.” Still, she would not make a sound. She was breathing quickly, but still kept her eyes squeezed shut determined not to let it out. Loki soon noticed that she was punishing herself, even without knowing it.

“You have to let go baby. That’s it love, let go” And that did it.

A small cry escaped her lips and boy did she sob. She sat there in Loki’s lap and desperately tried to breathe for a solid 20 minutes. When her cries soon morphed into shakey breaths, Loki decided that staying in a stuffy parked car was not going to help any longer.

“C’mere baby girl, I have an idea” He stepped carefully out of the car, holding out her hand to assist her into walking into the living complex of Stark Tower. He took her the secluded way up to the floor of the tower they shared. “Wait here” He said, leaving her to stand hugging herself in the kitchen, while he wondered off to the bedroom.

He soon came back holding a CD player in his hands. “I was doing some reading on mortal behaviour” He explains, “And I know you have a CD that you love, and so I figured out how to use this thing” He said proudly, hoisting up the CD player on the counter. He clicked play, and suddenly the sound of “My Girl” by The Temptations filled the air.

(Author’s note: I suggest you play the song while listening to the rest of the story)

“Here love” He said softly, pulling her close, holding one of her hands in his, and putting another hand on her waist. He slowly began to sway. He began to sing the beginning of the song as he closed his eyes and rested his cheek on the top of her head, pulling hers to rest on his chest.

“I’ve got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When its cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.” He whispered into her ear. She pulled away from him smiling and began to sing the chorus to the song.

“I guess you say, what can make me feel this way?” They sang together.

“My girl” Loki finishes, kissing her with such earnest that she felt her soul grow a pair of wings. She was in absolute heaven. With her lovers body close to hers, singing her comfort song, and swaying in the kitchen at dusk. Her life began to feel much brighter.

The sweet sound of The Temptations playing in the background, and Loki and Y/N danced in the glowing sun, as the lyrics of My Girl ran true.