#he really choked a man slammed him on the ground and said “i can kill you whenever i want” and nnnnggghghhh

[smallest-moon]

oh man... OH MANNNN, oh fuck, oh mann

[kurocatsstuff]

9:06 ¿ : mahou shojo's dedication (magical girl's dedication)

genre : harbinger! Scara x magical girl reader, female reader, suicidal thoughts, sensitive topics, death, violence, trauma, swearing, and love

note : CHAPTER TWO?! IS THAT YOU 😨😨 btw please read chapter one if you haven’t!! And I’ll be posting chapter three soon since I feel as if this is too short. Also kinda bad :((

extra information : your transformation :

You un-summoned your spear as a way of saying that you weren’t going to hurt him. Looking at him with attentive eyes as he had asked “If you’re trying to kill me then at least kill me in a place my eyes can comprehend!” He said in an irritated tone, looking at you with a deep stare.. he had no weapon on him and only a ‘electro vision’.. so why was something seriously wrong with him and his big hat..?

The man looked down at you with empty eyes before speaking, his tone harsh and cold. “Go on, tell me.. why are we on some type of corrupt beach.” You looked back up at him awkwardly before explaining what this place was - a witch’s labyrinth, and how he had gotten here.. in response he just looked at you as if you were crazy.

“Do you really expect me to believe that insane idea?” He looked at you before grabbing you by the collar as he tightened his grip, choking you as he scoffed. “Alright then, I’ll kill you if you don’t tell me what this place really is. Now or never, hurry it.” You couldn’t help it, the shock of it all.. your eyes wide as you stared at him. Was he really threatening to kill you..? And with no weapons, how was he gonna kill you anyway..? Even if you were probably his only chance at getting out of here? He didn’t even know what this place was for gods sake!

He suddenly slapped your face as he dropped your collar, you grunted at the impact of falling onto the floor as he mercilessly stepped on your stomach.. letting out a choked scream you looked up at him in shock, his elegant features betraying his actions.. what’s wrong with him..?

“I-I’m not fucking lying! Let go of me!” You yelled in response before he put more pressure on your stomach. “..you don’t even know what this place is..! I’m your last chance of getting out of here so—“ your words were cut off as he kicked you off to the side.. you coughed out some blood.. “I’ll find my own way out of here.” What? Was he really that arrogant? Even with what he had did to you, you couldn’t just let some dude die.. well, maybe you can..

He had started to walk away from you as he disappeared from your sight.. staring at him as he walked off you couldn’t help but think about what would happen to him.. might as well finish the witch off, quickly at that. Honestly he seemed too stubborn to listen.

You got up, taking a long moment to breathe and comprehend what had just happened before quickly making it deeper into the labyrinth, bumping into some of the witch’s familiars on the way, you held your hand on your spear as you summoned an avalanche on them before moving on with your path as you had finally found the witch.. a mermaid like being, you quickly lunged forward towards the witch as you began your attacks, stabbing the witch in the eye it let out somewhat of a strangled screech before it began to attack you back, its tail slamming in the floor causing you to lose balance as the ground shook beneath it, as you made your way above it, making a platform with ice you summoned a iceberg on top of the witch as your final move.

The labyrinth cracked somewhat like glass shattering as you made it to the real world.. Teyvat, yet the man you had seen earlier wasn’t there anymore.. maybe you’ll cross paths again but you weren’t sure.

Maybe, just maybe…

“Oh? So you’re telling me you made it to some strange beach while looking for some strange looking cat? How absurd..” the masked man mumbled, his blue hair swaying as he examined a container full of purple liquid.. a sly grin was plastered on The Doctor’s face as he turned towards the shorter man. “Do you also need medicine? You must be hallucinating—“ the man was quickly cut off as Scaramouche snapped at him.

“You must be crazy if you think I’ll take anything from you if it’s not for my goal.” Scaramouche leaned back on a wall as he groaned. “And I’m not hallucinating, I’m perfectly sane.. but surely you’re not.” Scaramouche retorted as Dottore just chuckled. The shorter man groaned before sitting on a table nearby, running a hand through his hair as he thought.. maybe they’ll meet once more, who knows.

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[jacksprostate]

Part 4 (with links to the other parts)

The first thing I do is, I talk to the man who takes my sheets, with his scrapdog ears and eyebrows, and I tell him: address him properly.

The word spreads on its own. I remember, before I was used to it, that knowing lilt. Sir. It’s still present. Take your pills, sir. It’ll be alright, sir. Take your time recovering. 

Mills starts cursing at the staff. We pass in the halls, he yells at me, tells me to stop them. He’s not their fucking leader. Call off my dogs.

I smile, too wide. They’ve never listened to me, not really. Especially not on this.

I can’t help you. 

Naturally, he hates this. 

The second thing I do is, I ask for photographs. News clippings. Marla’s dildo was large, questionable, encouraging of disorder, and a choking hazard. Slips of paper are much more tolerable contraband. I’m given free rein, like one of Zimbardo’s incentivized guards. It’s a psychology experiment in a psychology experiment, and my psychiatrist is playing Jane Goodall. 

It’s arts and crafts, and all the attendees are either bruised or braindead. There is no one stopping me. I glue all my collected pieces together into the rough shape of a heart, like it’s Valentine’s Day, and I turn to Mills, trapped at the back of the room. He hasn’t seen a shred of what I’m up to. 

Something to remember her by, I say. I don’t call him sir, because I never have. I wonder if he knows this.

I see him look, more instinct than anything from getting layers of paper shoved in his face, and I see how he clenches his teeth so hard his jaw creaks. He rips the collage of his wife out of my hands, and I can tell, he hates me. Real hate, like he wants death to fuck my body until it’s not even for the worms. 

He can’t bear to destroy it, and now I know every time he looks at it in his room, he’ll be thinking of me. Funny how that works.

The thing is; Mills actually didn’t try to kill me this time, so I think I need to take it up a notch. 

I cross the cafeteria just so I can spit in his food. I piss on his door and get the space monkey janitors to leave it for fifty-seven hours. In group therapy, I take a page from Chloe and monologue about how the last thing I’d like to do is get my rocks off chemically unhindered before the seizure medications they’ve got me on arrest all of my brain activity altogether. A nice nugget for Mills to report back to Somerset about my proposed psychosexual obsession. I segue into discussing how I met Tyler, on the nude beach, grit all across him as he hauled pilings and sat with his bare ass in the sand. It’s the most I’ve ever said about Tyler. The group minder scribbles on her sheet like mad as I describe Tyler’s wet, blond hair. His minute of perfection.

And he still doesn’t try to fight me. I know he wants to. He wants to shake me by my throat and rattle me and slam my head into the ground until it splits open like a rotten egg. But he doesn’t, and he looks torn. Like he’s guilty. Like Tyler could ever really feel guilt. 

This is one of the things I want to complain about when Marla calls me. 

She still does. More than when she was alive. But she says nothing, and I can’t break the silence. I sit there, orderlies watching as I say nothing, she says nothing, just a whole bunch of dead air between us.

Ghosts were always calling for Marla, at Paper Street. 

Now I’ve got Marla’s ghost on the line and Tyler’s ghost in the flesh, and neither want to talk to me. 

We get locked up in supervised one-on-one again, now with both of us chained and one twitch away from a new addiction.

I ask Mills, did you talk to her enough, that last week?

Do you think she knew you loved her?

Do you think she felt loved?

Mills asks for the sedation, this time. Polite about it, like he’s not seething. Like I can’t see how his eyes have been only half empty most of these days, since I’ve managed to fill him up with rage at me. Folie à deux, I want it so bad. 

I am Jack’s crippling sense of rejection.

My stupid psychiatrist, he lets Mills amble out of the room and traps me in there. 

I’m corralled. An angel on either shoulder. All the staff who aren’t from the Project have stopped laughing at my jokes. My antics have not gone unobserved. I’ve been given my time to rein as the world’s most entertaining lab rat, and now this localized god wants results.

“What’s your goal here?”

Isn’t it obvious?

“No. Tell me about what you’re thinking,” he says. I look at him, and I see him, for the first time. Not disillusioned, not holy. Just a sniveling doctor with a penchant for human experimentation and the funding to enable him. 

How horribly average.

He says, “I understand this is difficult for you, but we really need to know what’s going on if you want to have continued support in this manner for your recovery.” Play nice, or you’ll lose your favorite toy.

I say, this has never been about recovery. It’s time we faced that, isn’t it?

This man, so used to my religious apathy, has never truly had a challenge. He looks pinched.

He says, “Of course I want you to recover.”

And I laugh, and I point out that we both know those outside these halls are more interested in what’s wrong with me than any semblance of fixing it. 

You’re not getting paid to drain the swamp in my head. You’re here to keep it plugged up, decomposing. We both know this, I’m just acknowledging it. I laugh.

I tell this little god, he can write me up in all his little acclaimed journals.

But don’t come to me, saying I have to play your little games or you’ll take Mills away. We both know you won’t. The day I give up, the day I become a real vegetable is the day your cash cow keels over. You’re not going to punish me. Not really. You’ll take away my jello, my oats, you’ll put me on lithium and clozapine and valproic acid, but you don’t really want this to end. You don’t want me to get better. You want Tyler back just as much as I do. You can’t do shit to me. I have nothing to lose.

You have everything.

Tyler’s words, back home in my mouth. They’re mine now. I get up and the orderlies flanking me do nothing. I look down on this small, small man, and I think, he has never known a bigger fish. He doesn’t even know the hands that feed him.

I’ve hit bottom, I say, and it’s not you who holds the shovel. Be grateful I let you observe.

[impala-dreamer]

Everlong - Chapter Ten

A Supernatural Series

~Y/N has everything she’s ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others

Chapter Ten Word Count: 1217

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The night was cold; the layers of cotton between Y/N and the air did little to protect her. Her exhale pushed out in a misty puff of air as the chill settled over her. Y/N shuddered and looked to Dean who nodded. 

“Ghost?” she mouthed, confused. 

He shrugged but looked off into the distance, green eyes narrowed, body on alert. 

Annoyed that he’d looked away, she kicked at the dirt between them, digging the tip of her boot into the ground. “I thought this was a wolf,” she hissed. 

Again, Dean shrugged. “I don’t know,” he whispered back. “Maybe we fucked up.” 

Y/N leaned back, offended. “We?” 

“Fine,” he huffed. “Me. I fucked up.” 

A smile broke out across her face and Y/N laughed quietly. “I was just gonna blame it on your brother, but OK there, boss.” 

Back to it, they stalked their way around the old building, silver bullets on the ready, though now possibly useless. Y/N followed behind him, keeping an eye out as Dean checked the back door. Finding it unlocked, he slipped inside and Y/N closed it gently behind her. 

The farmhouse kitchen was flooded with candles. Every surface was covered in wax and flame, illuminating the faded buttery yellow walls and rotting wood cabinets. 

Curious, Y/N pushed ahead and found a brass bowl filled with blood and bone on the counter by the sink. She started down at it for a moment before tossing a look over her shoulder at Dean. 

“Witches?” he asked, right eyebrow raised up high. 

Y/N chewed her lip and took a suspicious look around. Hex bag paraphernalia and animal parts were heaped over the counters in messy piles, and the air smelled of sage and cinnamon. 

“What the fuck, dude?” she sighed, spinning to look at Dean. 

“I don’t know.” 

“But really, what the fuck?” 

He grit his teeth. “I don’t know.” Nodding towards the door, he urged her to follow. “Come on.” 

The door swung outwards and Dean stepped through. It swung back into place before Y/N could get to it, cutting the hunters off from each other for a brief moment. 

A strange yellow powder on the ridge of the door gave her pause and Y/N ran her fingers through it. 

“Sulfer… Seriously, what the hell is going on here?” 

Out of sight, Dean called out to her, his voice tight and laced with panic. 

“Y/N!” 

“Dean! They’re demons!” 

Crashing through the portal, Y/N yelled for him, but his reply was muted.  A black gloved hand was clamped down tight over his lips, a dark figure holding him tight. 

Black eyes flashed as she ran inside the livingroom and Y/N gasped at the scene. Blood and flayed skin trailed over the dull hardwood floor. She slipped through a puddle of muck and spread her arms wide to steady herself. 

The fiend holding Dean laughed. “You’re too late.” 

Y/N’s gaze lifted from the floor to the coffee table in the middle of the room. Next to the fireplace lay Sam’s eviscerated corpse. The flames reflected in his empty, staring eyes and gleamed off the fresh blood that dripped from the cavern of his ruptured chest.

Bile filled her throat but Y/N choked it back down, refusing to lose focus. She lifted her pistol and took aim. Even if she couldn’t kill the demon, she could knock him back and set Dean free. 

Green eyes were wide and sad, wet with pained tears. 

“I got you, Dean,” Y/N said, cocking the gun. 

The demon laughed once more and with a flick of his wrists, snapped Dean’s neck. The hunter crumbled like a stringless puppet, his body just another puddle on the ruined floor. 

Y/N screamed. 

Laughter rang through her head and invisible hands slammed into her, sending her flying back against the wall. The air left her lungs, her bones cracked, her vision blurred. 

“Your turn…” 

The pillow beside her was empty, the blanket undone. The sheets were cold and Dean’s robe was missing. 

Y/N rushed down the hallway, tears streaking her cheeks. She could smell the wax and the blood, feel the heat from the fireplace. The tiles creaked like wood beneath her bare feet as she ran and dread pushed into every cell of her being. 

Sam’s bedroom was empty, his bed neatly made, pillow still dented from his head. 

Her heart was thudding like a jackhammer in her chest as she skidded into the War Room, finding the boys safe and alive, seated across from each other at the big map. The table glowed beneath them, casting strange shadows onto their faces and Y/N nearly collapsed as she ran down the short stack of stairs. 

“Y/N?”

Dean raced to her side, gathering her up into his warm arms. 

She clawed at the lapels of his bathrobe and hid her face in his chest. “You’re alive,” she sobbed. 

He wrapped his arms around her and sighed, looking over at his brother. “I am. Of course I am.” 

Cautiously, Sam appeared at her side and Y/N lunged at him, hands scraping down his chest to make sure everything was in place. 

“You’re OK?” She looked up at him with fearful eyes and held her breath until he answered. 

“I’m good.” He set his hands on her upper arms and dipped his chin to meet her eyeline. “Are you?” 

“Demons,” she said, lips trembling. “And witches, ghosts, I don’t know. They were things- monsters everywhere. Your blood- I slipped in it. You were dead. You died.” 

Sam’s fingers tightened around her. “Hey. Breathe.” He took a deep breath and urged her to do the same. “In… and out… there you go.” 

Y/N gasped, struggling to steady her breathing and copy Sam, but the tremors were fierce and she could see the blood bubbling at the corners of his mouth. 

“Just breathe.” 

“I can’t! You don’t understand.” Giving up, she let her head fall against his chest and his shirt darkened as the blood seeped through. “Fuck!” 

Footsteps echoed from across the room and Y/N pulled herself from the cave of Sam’s arms, spinning to see an angel in the archway. 

Castiel smiled softly and opened his arms at his sides, a small gesture of greeting. 

Y/N didn’t care that he would find it awkward, she ran to him and tossed her arms around his neck. He was stiff and cool as if the autumn air resided within him. He smelled like the wind and she closed her eyes, finding hope by his side. 

“Cas…” 

“Hello, Y/N.” 

She smiled up at him and then turned, glowering at Dean. “You called him?” 

He nodded. “Yeah.” 

Y/N pulled away from Cas and shook her head, anger pulsing behind her eyes. “So you do think something���s wrong with me. What was last night? Just get her drunk to shut her up?”

Dean startled. “No. Not at all.” 

“Then why?” 

His shoulders bowed inward. “You were crying in your sleep, Y/N. Screaming. Whatever this is, it isn’t good.” 

She softened and turned back to the angel. “Do you think you can fix me?” 

Castiel nodded, his blue eyes serious and focused. “I can try.” 

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[aghost-writer]

Love Me

Chapter 4

Addictive

“Why would you do that to me?! There's no way I can eat human flesh! I'm human! I'm not like you monsters! I can’t turn into a monster. If I do, (Y/N) will leave me”. Kaneki choked out. 

Frustrated, Touka picked up Kaneki and punched him. 

(Y/N) should leave him. (Y/N) is hers. 

Touka slammed Kaneki against a grate. She sent a storm of rapid punch’s Kaneki’s way. 

Kaneki grunt. Blood flew out his mouth. 

Touka pulled him forward and kneed Kaneki in the stomach. She tossed him to the side. 

Kaneki hit a wall before collapsing to the ground. He panted. 

“Well? If I'm a monster, what does that make you?”, Touka taunted. 

“I'm begging you, please, tell me. I don’t know what to do. I can’t lose (Y/N) because of this”, Kaneki begged. 

Touka bent down to look at Kaneki. 

“That’s rough. But I can’t say that I pity you, though. “, Touka said. 

“What does cake really taste like? It's so nasty, it makes me want to puke, so I can't tell, but it's something that humans enjoy eating, isn't it? What was it like, living a peaceful life? One where you didn't need to live in fear of CCG and other ghouls? Give me a break”, Touka spoke. 

She stood up and walked over to the corpse. She played with its head as her anger grew. This stupid thing that everything sucked? He doesn’t deserve (Y/N). (Y/N) was too kind and too perfect for the weakling. 

She rose in anger. She turned towards Kaneki. 

“Does that mean that everything since I was born has sucked? Well, buddy? Answer me”, Touka demanded. 

She tossed the corpse's head at Kaneki. She hit him on the face before it fell into Kaneki’s hand. 

Kaneki screamed once he realized what it was in his hands. 

Touka started towards Kaneki. Screw him. She was going to kill him. Then (Y/N) would be hers. 

Kaneki scrambled to his feet. He backed away with his hands raised. 

“I’m telling you. I'm human!”, Kaneki pleaded. 

Touka reached forward and grabbed his hair. She yanked him around. She tosses him off to the side. 

Kaneki slams into the ground. He pants and he gets up. His ghoulish eyes make an appearance. 

Touka kicks the whole beside him. She started to sniff. 

Kaneki raised his hand to cover his face as he flinched. 

“You're not a ghoul, that's for sure. But you're not human, either. A half-breed like you isn’t going to last five seconds out here.”, Touka said angrily. 

Kaneki looked frightened. 

“If you want to be human so badly, why don't you see how long you last until you starve.  I'll warn you right now, starvation for a ghoul is utter hell”, Touka warned. 

“That’s enough, Touka. Leave the poor boy alone”, Yoshimura Kakuja warned.

Both Kaneki and Touka turned towards the voice. 

A man in a waiter outfit stood there. 

“But sir”, Touka stuttered. 

“It must be hard, young boy. Come on”, Yoshimura said as he turned. 

Touka removed his foot from the wall. 

“Are you going to take him in”, Touka asked. 

“Of course, I am. It's our policy to help out our fellow ghouls. In their time of need”, Yoshimura spoke. 

Touka tched. She started to follow Yoshimura. 

Kaneki followed suit. 

~~~

Yoshimura quietly made some coffee. 

Touka sat to the side while Kaneki sat in front of Yoshimura. 

Yoshimura places a cup of coffee in front of Kei. 

“Sorry for the wait. Here you go,son”, Yoshimura said. 

Kaneki looked at the coffee. He was hesitant to drink it.

“What’s the matter? Do you not like coffee?”, Yoshimura asked. 

“It's not that. It’s just-“, Kaneki didn’t know how to explain it. 

“Kaneki, take a good look at this coffee. What do you think? Does it look strange”, Yoshimura asked. 

“No, sir.  It looks quite delicious.`` Kaneki spoked. 

“Then why don’t you give it a try. “, Yoshimura offered. 

Kaneki's Hand shook as he brought the cup of coffee to his lips. He was prepared for himself to throw it up. He found that it was not the case. 

Touka watched bored. 

“This is delicious! But no matter what I eat, it tastes awful”, Kaneki explained. 

He had a few tears run down his face. 

“Through the ages, coffee is the only thing that ghouls have been able to enjoy, the way humans do. However, we cannot satisfy our hunger by drinking it alone. Take this”, Yoshimura explained. 

Yoshimura handed Kaneki a wrapped package. 

“What is it?”, Kaneki asked even though he had an inkling. 

“When you need more, come on back. You need not hesitate. There is plenty where that came from”, Yoshimura said. 

Kaneki took the package and left. 

Yoshimura and Touka started to clean up the cafe. 

“I don’t get why you decided to help that kid.”, Touka started. 

“Touka, a little while ago, there was a story about an organ transplant on the news, remember?”Some steel beams fell, and two students were crushed beneath them.

The doctor took it upon himself to transplant the organs from the deceased girl into the surviving young man's body.”, Yoshimura spoked. 

Touka halted. Of course she knew. She caused it. 

“The girl that died in that accident was Rize.”, Yoshimura finished. 

“Then, you don't mean “, Touka pretended to be shocked. 

“Yes. He is that young man.He has had ghoul organs transplanted into him.”, Yoshimura said. 

“You gotta be kidding me.”, Touka said. 

That did explain a few things. 

“It's the first time I've seen this happen, but his body may be becoming like ours.”, Yoshimura said. 

Touka knew that would make everything harder. 

Don’t worry (Y/N). She’d protect her from Kaneki. 

~~~

Kaneki’s stomach growled. He gripped his head. 

Flesh Flesh Flesh Flesh Flesh Flesh Flesh Flesh Flesh Flesh Flesh 

“You're neither a ghoul, nor a human. There's no place left for a half-and-half like you anywhere now.”, Touka’s words echoed in his mind. 

Out of his own mind, Rize appeared. 

“Who cares if you're a half-and-half? Neither a human, nor a ghoul You're still you.(Y/N) would like you. Enjoy being a half-and-half.That delicious flesh is waiting for you. It's so delicious, it's tantalizing. Once you start eating it, you won't be able to stop. It will put any steak to shame. Now, go on. Wolf it down. It's prepared extra-specially rare.”, Rize teased

She wrapped her arms around Kaneki. 

Kaneki screamed. He dropped down and his hands from the package. He was so hungry. 

His phone started to ring. He tossed the package to the side. He would eat it soon. 

~~~ 

Kaneki walked on campus. He had an eyepatch over his ghoulish eye. He looked at his phone. 

"New message"

 "Hide" 

"Sub: You're gonna die alone" "

Missing you a bunch in Asian History" "

You need my notes?" "Missing you a bunch in Asian History"

 "You need my notes?" 

Hide and (Y/N) turned a corner. 

“Kaneki”, (Y/N) questioned. 

Hide’s eyes followed her gaze. 

There was Kaneki. 

Hide started screaming and running until he grabbed Kaneki from behind.

(Y/N) followed minus the screaming. 

“Dang it Kaneki! How long are you gonna skip class, you jerk?! Put yourself in my shoes! If you don’t come back soon, I’m going to die of loneliness”, Hide said. 

(Y/N) moved and gave Kaneki a hug. 

Kaneki didn’t want her to pull away. But she did. 

“I have missed you Kaneki”, (Y/N) said. 

She gazed at his eyepatch. 

Kaneki blushed before turning towards Hide. 

“Hide, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. And what's up with the eye patch? Are you styling it up? While you were gone, I was so bored that before I knew it”, Hide rambled on. 

(Y/N) raised her hand to ghost over the eye patch. 

“Is your eye okay? You seemed sad when Hide mentioned it”, (Y/N) asked. 

“I’m alright”, Kaneki reassured her. 

Now that you are by my side. 

Hide started to shake Kaneki. 

“Hey! Are you even listening to me? Earth to Kaneki”,  Hide asked. 

“I’m  sorry? What did you say?”Kaneki asked. 

Hide groaned. 

“Hide, Kaneki. Let’s go”, (Y/N) said. 

She started to walk towards the club room. 

.

“I've got to go see Nishiki. He is an upperclassman with the sharp tongue but he’s okay. Do y’all want to come with me?”, (Y/N) asked. 

And leave you in a room by yourself with a strange man. No way. 

“Sure”, Kaneki and Hide responded at the same time. 

They sent one another a glare as they trailed after (Y/N). 

Both of them sent glances towards (Y/N)’s bum. It was so adorable. 

“Kaneki, are you eating right?You're looking pale. Remember I told you to take care of yourself”, (Y/N) said. 

“(Y/N)‘s right.  You've gotta eat, or you'll ruin your health.”, Hide agreed with (Y/N). 

(Y/N) cares about me! I love you, (Y/N). 

The trio walked to the club room. They arrived. 

Inside of the room, Nishiki was there with a picture of (Y/N). It was an underwear shot that he got when she was hanging up some decorations. She had been wearing a red lace pair. He could feel himself getting excited. 

(Y/N) opened the door. 

Nishiki dropped his phone on the table. 

“Nishiki, I'm sorry. I should have knocked”, (Y/N) apologized. 

He looked at her. 

“If it’s you, I don’t mind.  If it’s someone else, I do”, Nishiki started. 

Hide and Kaneki followed her into the room. 

Nishiki turned his chair around to face the two other men. 

“So anyway, this is Kaneki, the good friend I mentioned before.”, Hide introduced Kaneki. 

The Kaneki that slept with (Y/N)?

Kaneki’s eyes widened. It was the ghoul that Touka beat. 

(Y/N) was friends with this monster. He was going to hurt her. 

Nishiki's eyes widened when he saw Kaneki. 

The ghoul from before? (Y/N) was his damn it. 

Nishiki stood. He patted Kaneki on the back before wrapping an arm around (Y/N). 

“Nishio Nishiki, second year, School of Pharmacy. Good to meet you, Kaneki.” , Nishiki introduced himself. 

How dare he touch (Y/N)! 

“Nishiki, do you have last year's material?”, (Y/N) asked. 

 Nishiki thought for a moment. 

“Where did I put that? Aw, it might be at home.”, Nishiki answered.

This is the perfect opportunity to get (Y/N) into his bed. 

“I don’t live too far. If you want, we could walk over there right now”, Nishiki offered. 

(Y/N) nodded.

“Kaneki and Hide. I’m sorry, but I have to stop by Nishiki’s place, so head on out without me.”

“No!”, Kaneki cried. 

She can’t be alone with that ghoul. He’ll eat her. 

(Y/N) tilted her head confused. 

“Um, is it okay if I go, too?”Kaneki asked. 

“Yeah me too.”, Hide joined in. 

(Y/N) looked at Nishiki. 

“Is that alright with you?”, (Y/N) asked. 

Nishiki sighed. 

“Yeah, sure. It's not like I'm planning on letting him in.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. 

“Thank you.” 

She gave him a hug. 

Nishiki hugged her back. He released her. 

“Come on”, Nishiki spoke before leading them to his house. 

“Yes, step right up. These are freshly made.”

(Y/N) turned towards the sound. The food smelled good. Her mouth started to water. 

Nishiki glanced at her then towards the food. 

“You want one (Y/N)”, Nishiki asked. 

(Y/N) nodded shyly. She started to reach into her pocket for some money. 

Nishiki stopped her. 

“I’ll buy you one. Hide, Kaneki. You are on your own for this treat”, Nishiki said. 

Nishiki stepped into line to buy (Y/N) a sweet. 

“Here you go (Y/N). “, Nishiki said. 

“Thank you. I’ll pay you back”, (Y/N) offered. 

You can pay me back on your knees. 

She took the sweet and started to eat it. 

Nishiki turned his attention to Kaneki. He had to get more information about him. 

“Kaneki, are you in any clubs?”, he asked. 

“Oh, I don't do that well around large groups.”, Kaneki replied. 

“The exact opposite of Nagachika, huh? And (Y/N) too”, Nishiki notes.  

The group started to walk again. Nishiki led him down a dark pathway. Nishiki turned around and kicked Hide deeper into the alleyway. 

“Hide”, (Y/N) cried out. 

She ran down the alleyway to find Hide. 

“I thought I was the only ghoul on campus. I guess not. Though I was the only ghoul interested in (Y/N)”, Nishiki teased. 

Nishiki gripped Kaneki’s neck and slammed him into the wall. 

“Think I don’t know your plan? You were going to try and eat (Y/N). Weren’t you? I won’t let you”, Nishiki sounded insane. 

Nishiki tightens his hand around Kaneki’s throat. 

“You’re a monster. (Y/N) won’t love you”, Kaneki groaned out. 

Nishiki narrowed his eyes. He let go of Kaneki so he could punch Kaneki in the stomach. He punched a hole in Kaneki’s stomach. 

 Kaneki threw up blood. 

“You better watch your mouth. You’re starting to piss me off”, Nishiki warned. 

Nishiki left Kaneki there. He started to walk towards (Y/N) and Hide. 

(Y/N) moved in front of Hide. She was on her knees. She was terrified. 

“Don’t hurt him”, (Y/N) said even though her voice was trembling. 

Nishiki bent down to be level with (Y/N). 

“You should worry about yourself”, Nishiki shot back. 

Kaneki struggled to stand. He had a clear view of (Y/N) and Nishiki. 

Nishiki pulled (Y/N) close. He could smell her. He tilted her head up and connected his lips to hers. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. She tasted so sweet. 

“No”, Kaneki yelled. 

Tears fell down her face. 

Nishiki pulled away after a bit. 

“You’re addictive”. 

[lvxybby]

His Forever (james march x reader) (pt 3)

James stood in front of me still talking. i had completely tuned him out. am i really gonna kill people for him. next thing i knew he was yelling at ms evers. i snapped back into reality "you stupid woman! How dare you! you know we dont do such to our guest!" James shouted as he threw the glass of water on the ground. the glass shattering into a million pieces. "Especially to Y/N!" he continued "go! go! get out of here you careless woman!" he pointed his finger to the door. ms evers nodded before running off. she looked so sad but she never disagreed with anything that came out of james mouth. james turned his attention back to me "im sorry dear...she can be a real pain sometimes" he wiped his forehead. "james...i have a job....i cant do this..." i said looking up at him. "i know...come here" he said holding his hand out. i took it and he showed me to a window. he opened it. he took out a cigarette. he handed one to me. he struck a match and lit both of ours. he took a drag before he spoke. "its just two people....its really quick...our next special victim is down stairs in room 17" he snuck his arms around me. his body pressed against mine. "why cant you do it then" i ask flipping around. "how are you supposed to start..thats why i'll teach you what to do...and you do all the killing for me" he spoke taking a drag of his cigarette. "but you should ok after your first time." he continued. he threw his cigarette out the window. he bent down close to my neck and started to press kisses all over it. his body was in between my legs, constantly grinding against my clothed, wet cunt. but he pulled off. "dear we must work..." he said standing up and fixing his clothes. i sigh before throwing my cigarette out the window. i stand there as james fixes himself in the mirror. he looks at me. his arm reached out towards me. i grabbed his hand and we exited the room. our arms wrapped around each others. we went to the elevator and rode it down to the main floor. we walked out of the small box and into the lobby. james put his hand over my arm as we went to room 17. james knocked on the door. a very drunken man opened the door. "ohhh someone brought me a treat hm?" the male asked reaching out towards me. his hands grazed my breast. but i let him do it. i had a plan. i peeked inside the hotel room for any heavy or sharp objects. i was really gonna do this. i looked over at james and back to the male. "all your sweetheart." my hand ran over his jawline. the male pulled me into the room by my shirt and slammed the door on james. he shoved me onto the bed. his cold, shivering hands ran over my waist. he leaned down and kissed me. it was so gross but i had a advantage to control him. i removed my shirt but left my bra on, just to gain his trust more and make things less suspicious. i saw the glass beer bottle on the night stand. i grabbed it and took a sip of it before smashing it over his head. i grabbed my shirt and wrapped the sleeves around his throat. i reaches for a few shards of glass and shoved them down his throat. i forced him to chew the shards. his mouth started to pour dark red blood. it felt so right. his beating heart. i bent down and whispered in his ear "i wanna fucking tear you apart" a huge smile formed on my face as i saw him choke. tears fell down his face. "i want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight...so lovely...it feels so right...soft breaths...beating heart...you came here at the wrong time sweetie" i said as i yanked the sleeves again.his legs kicked and his arms tried to pull the sleeves down. next thing i knew the door flew open. james saw me and my "masterpiece" on the bed. his dress shoes pressed onto the carpet as he walked over by me and the male. "ah yes...owen blackwell...im james patrick march, the fine owner of this hotel...and this is Y/N...shes my little helper...its her first day and she has you wrapped around her finger...now you cannot be a forever resident at the cortez."

[yallfavblkgirl]

𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀, 𝗺𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐱𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➜ miles missed his movie date with you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➜ all fluff.

i ain’t mad at cha~ you walked back into your house with tears building up in your eyes, miles missed you guys’s date for the three time this week because of spider man shit he had to which you didn’t have a problem with but you needed him too.

you wanted to scream but you knew that would wake up your mom, dad, grandma, and little brother so you just screamed into your pillow which lead to crying, you really didn’t even know why you were crying but you knew that you were so fucking mad at the moment.

eventually you fell asleep, until you heard someone walking and talking in a low voice in your house. your body froze as you heard the person fall or slam something on the ground, you finally moved and looked at the person and all you saw was a black mask. ‘i can figh him.’ you whispered but you really didn’t believe yourself. you got out of your bed slowly and jumped on the person to try and choke him out, “SLEEP BITCH!” you screamed as you waited for the person to get knocked out or something.

“Y-y/n! get off of me!” you heard miles voice struggled to say so you immediately let him go. you put your hands over your mouth as your eyes widened, “baby i’m so sorry.” you spoke as he looked into your puffy red eyes. “have you been crying?” miles asked as he got closer to you and you just looked down because your head started hurting. then you looked at miles’s black eye and a single cut on his face, “are you okay?” you asked him and he smiled.

“yeah i’m cool but i’m sorry i missed our date but let me take you somewhere.” he asked you as he gripped on your waist and you gave a confused look, “nigga where are we gonna go at 12:30 at night??” you said as you fixed your bonnet. “plus all the subways are closed now.” you said and walked out of his arms. miles had the biggest smirk on his face, “who said we were taking the subway?” you turned to him and looked at him with a “hell no” face.

but before you knew it you were on your window, “okay baby you ready?” he asked as he put his mask on and you just took a deep breath and nodded your head, and as soon as he stepped off you started screaming.

he started weaving through cars but after a well you just calmed down and put your trust in him, you were completely lost in this feeling that you haven’t felt in a well. you looked over to miles who was focused on everything else but the way that he tightened his grip around you to make sure you were secured.

you guys finally stopped on this tell building that you could see everything from. you looked at everything below you, “I’M ON THE TOP OF THE FUCKING WORLD!” you yelled as you walked on the thin part of the roof. “baby please be careful.” he said as he took off his mask and took a deep breath as he watched your every move.

you walked over and sat beside miles, “sorry i was so out of touch,” he whispered to you and grabbed your hands. “it’s just that everyone is trying to tell me how my story is supposed to go and school on top of being spider is killing me.” he said as his voice broke and tears ran down his face.

“you don’t have to be sorry, i’m not mad at u anymore,” you said and wrapped your arms around him, “i love you more than anything and i’m here to help you whether that’s helping you be spider man or making sure you pass spanish.” you said with a smiled as you put your hand in your sleeve and wiped his tears.

miles smiled and fell on top of you, “thank you baby.” he said before he started kissing your whole face.

𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀, live, laugh, miles ��🏾😁

[alparlaboratories]

To Another Abyss - Chapter 32: God's love

(Chapters -which are usually between 500-1000 words- will be posted daily here first on Tumblr, and will later be posted in 7-8 chapter batches on AO3.)

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Kanto has changed a lot in the past ten years. The League is no more, and trainers are now only tools for the rich and powerful, either mercenaries or dogs of the government.

Sabrina is the latter. She is to play the role of Gym leader in a sick, twisted mockery of the art she once admired, bearing the name of her childhood idol, a woman who is now wanted across the region. All for the entertainment of Kanto’s shadowy new rulers.

It’s a role she doesn’t mind playing. At least until an unusual challenger comes into her Gym, into the life she’s worked so hard to build, and begins to unravel it all.

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Chapter 32 - God's love:

The man with the cross slumped weightlessly next to Sabrina, having used the last of his strength to shield her from that attack. Almost in a trance, she looked down at him. He wheezed painfully, choking on a mouthful of blood, the rest pooling beneath his chest as he shuddered with the cold…

Her gaze returned to her old Pokemon, who met it with the apathetic coolness of living weapons. They’d… they’d really forgotten it all. Or maybe they’d never… Maybe it’d only been an illusion, a lie.

All the time they’d spent together…

She saw them approach, heard voices as though at the other end of a long tunnel.

“Maybe if we take him alive Mr. Azure can have a little fun with him. I’m sure he’d like to ask him a few questions.”

“Fuck, do something about the girl first. Don’t want her going all Jedi on us again.”

Sabrina barely heard -past the rush of blood in her ears- as a hand lowered itself toward her, but before it could touch her a blinding flash of purple lit up the night.

Pushed by an invisible force, the Noctowl on the man’s shoulders was thrown aside like a ragdoll, leaving behind a handful of feathers. The man soon followed. And then the Hypno, who despite managing the hit better than the other two still hit the ground hard, rolling over a few times.

“What!? Who the fuck is-!?” One of the men cried out, looking all around in a panic.

“There!” cried another, seeing the flash of light come from behind them, taking Starmie out of commission. “It came from there, come on!”

Several hurried steps, furious screams. A flash, then another. 

And then silence.

Sabrina was unsure of how much time passed. A couple of minutes most likely; the blood loss had left her somewhat lethargic, but a weak cough next to her returned -with a jolt- the light to her eyes.

Run. We have to run, I have to… get him out of here!

She didn’t even stop to think about the miracle that had saved them. Kneeling down, she threw the man’s arm over her shoulder again and -letting out a raw, guttural scream- pulled him up with monstrous effort, putting one foot in front of the other. Their clothes were drenched in blood. Sabrina barely made it five steps before her knees gave out, sending them both to the frozen asphalt.

“Gh… no, no! Sh… it…”

Despite fighting with everything she had to lift them both, Sabrina failed. In a second they were both on the ground again, panting furiously.

“Sabrina…”

“Shut up!”

“Sabrina-”

“NO! I can… I can do it! Just shut up and wait! I’ll get us out of here…”

“...”

“I’ll… SHIT!”

Her fist slammed against the ground, though it was so weak it barely made a noise.

“...They’ll be on us soon.”

“I know! I… I know.”

A brief silence. Wind whistled through the space between buildings.

“Could you… search in the pocket of my jacket?” the man asked then, barely a whisper.

She obeyed, unable to give it much thought, and furrowed her bloodied brow in confusion when she pulled out a small knife, identical to the one the man had used to immobilize Azure and kill those men in the Gym.

“I’m not good with these types of weapons,” she said, frustrated. “And it’s not gonna be any good against Pokemon, in any case.”

Another beat of silence.

“It’s not for them,” was the simple answer.

Sabrina slowly turned her head toward him, eyes widening.

“Heh… When my little brother finds out about this… I’m sure he’ll hate me.”

“W-what? You’re… You don’t mean-You c-can’t expect me to…!”

The man’s pale, frigid hand closed around her shaking fingers with the strength of a vice, centering her. Slowly aiming the knife.

“This poison’s… not something I can be saved from at this point. You know that, right?”

“You don’t know that!” she bellowed. “This woman’s an expert on poisons, if we can just reach her…”

The man’s black eyes changed, they were pleading now.

“Don’t… don’t let them take me, please…”

Trembling uncontrollably, a deep, gnashing fury took hold of Sabrina “You son of a bitch… After doing… after doing… this,” she said, unable to find a word for the change she’d suffered since he’d arrived. “You think I’m gonna let you die!? Like hell!”

“If you stay with me, you’ll die too… and that’s…”

Sabrina opened her mouth, but he interrupted her before she could say what they both knew she was thinking.

“DON’T YOU DARE SAY YOU DON’T CARE!”

The scream clearly took a lot out of him, because the man immediately suffered a fit of coughing, wet and bloody. His voice much weaker, he fought to keep talking.

“Before them… I’d rather the last thing I see is your face, even if y-you’re not gonna cry for me, ha…”

The blade of the knife shook violently beneath Sabrina’s fingers. Wrapped around them, the man’s hand kept tugging it toward his own chest, but she resisted with everything she had.

“For giving you this sort of burden… I’m sorry. But, one last time, let me…” He smiled. “Let me be a little selfish… yeah?”

Sabrina’s eyes fell closed. She stopped seeing, hearing. Her hands gave out. And as the knife fell, a brief scene flashed before her eyes. Gone were the night and the blood and the frozen wind; she saw herself sitting beneath that oak tree alongside him, surrounded by piles and piles of books, the lethargic cries of Pokemon humming in the branches above…

She almost didn’t hear the sound of the blade burying in his flesh.

[k2padfoot]

Dark Waters

Eddie Munson x Y/n

summary: Jason Carver wants revenge and you get caught in the crossfire.

warnings: Violence, blood, fights, angst, fluff.

You had been staying with Eddie as he hid away from the judgmental town of Hawkins. Although you didn’t mind really, you got to be alone with him for the most part and you enjoyed that to say the least.

You were nose deep in a book as Eddie paced around anxiously, “Would you relax? We’re fine.” you tried to calm him.

“You don’t know that.” he hissed.

You sighed and climbed out of the old arm chair you were sat in, “Hey..” you reached out to him and he accepted, immediately leaning into you. “You’re right, I don’t know that but I’m here with you. You hear me? I’m not going to let them get to you, none of us will.” you whispered against his chest and he smiled softly. Suddenly you both heard the slamming of a car door. Eddie instantly jumped and you could feel him tense at the noise.

“Wait here.” you told him as you made your way over to the broken window facing the house. You peered outside and spotted a familiar face, Jason Carver. “Shit.” you cursed to yourself. “Damn it.. Eddie hide, now!” you called to him.

“What wh-

“It’s Jason just hide somewhere!” you cut him off, and just your luck Jason had spotted the dim light in the shack and started to make his way over. “Fuck.. Get in the boat!”

“I’m sorry what?! I’m not going for a fun little boat ride right now Y/n!” Eddie frantically said back to you.

You rolled your eyes at him, “No you idiot! Get in the boat and go, go as far as you can.. Shit, he’s coming Eddie hurry!” you yelled out to him as you threw the old cover off of the boat and tossed him an ore. “What about you?” he questioned. “Don’t worry about me i’ll find you later, just go!” you flung open the doors and helped him push out the boat, he looked back at you one last time and you sent him a gentle smile as he made his way into the darkness.

“I know you’re here you freak!” you heard Jason yell as he got even closer to the shack. “Fuck.” you whispered as you picked up and old piece of plywood to arm yourself. Instantaneously the door swung open to reveal an angry Jason. “Y/l/n, where the fuck is he?!” he demanded. You stared at him for a moment when he lunged towards you, forcing you to retreat backwards and accidentally stumble into the murky water.

Eddie heard a loud splash and turned around to look back at the house when he saw Jason stood above the dock and you below thrashing around in the water. “Hey, Hey!! Get away from her you asshole!!” Eddie screamed out to jason while he began to row as fast as he could back to you.

“Well looks like I found him sweetheart.” Jason’s voice was dark as he reached for your hoodie, holding you in place.

Eddie was nearing in. “Don’t fucking touch her!!” you could hear him yell again. Jason was kneeling on the dock in front of you now, he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pushed you under the water. “What the hell are you doing?! Stop!” Eddie screamed at the same time jason ripped you back out of the water. You were flailing around in his hold as you choked on dirty lake water.

Eddie was already out of the boat and onto the dock now, “Hey… hey man relax.” Eddie pleaded with Jason who was threatening to hold you under again. “No! You don’t get to tell me what to do you murderer!! I-I’m gonna take something from you— you’ll feel what I do soon.”

Eddie’s eyes darted between you and Jason, a look of sheer panic written all over his face. “You need to let her go now.” Eddie demanded, a darkness to his voice.

Jason laughed heinously, “You killed Chrissy! You took the love of my life away and I’m going to return the favor no—

Before he could finish his sentence Eddie had thrown himself at Jason, tackling him to the ground almost immediately. You were let go again and quickly yanked yourself out of the lake and back onto the dock. You rolled onto your side and coughed up some water as Eddie tussled with Jason, the sound of fists colliding filling the air around you. Jason threw a nasty punch to Eddie’s nose and had gotten the upper hand, he was on top of him slamming into him relentlessly.

“Stop!! Get off of him— I said stop!!!” you screamed as you got yourself back on your feet but he didn’t listen, almost like he couldn’t even hear you. As he was about to raise his fist to Eddie again you ran at Jason and pushed him as hard as you could into the dark waters. A loud splash could be heard as you stood there, not moving a muscle.

“Y/n? Y/n, snap out of it!” Eddie snapped his fingers in your face, you looked at him with confusion unable to form any words. “We have to go okay? Come on.” He grabbed you and you both ran to your car jumping in as fast as you could, Eddie put the keys in the ignition and his foot to the floor at once.

The car halted to a stop in front of your house, your parents were away until sunday so you weren’t too worried about hiding here for now. Eddie got out first, opening the car door for you and helping you out. You were still wet from the lake causing you to shake uncontrollably on top of the hell you just went through. He used your key to unlock the door and guided you in straight to your bedroom.

You walked in ignoring to turn on any lights and sat down on the edge of your bed. Eddie joined you shortly after placing a hand on your thigh and rubbing it softly. “Hey, it’s okay.” he told you using his other hand to make you look at him. Tears pooled in your eyes and you couldn’t help but let out a harsh sob. “I-I almost—Eddie I-“

“Shhh.” he shushed you, “Don’t. You’re okay now, I promise.”

“Only cause you saved me..” you mumbled out.

He placed both of his hands on either side of your cheeks and pulled you in closer, “I’d do it 10 million more times for you.” You smiled dropping your head onto his broad shoulder and leaning into him.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, his hand softly caressing up and down your back. “Eddie, can I ask you something?” you questioned.

“Anything m’lady.” he smiled down at you.

“Why did Jason say that?” you asked.

Eddies brows furrowed in confusion, “Say what?”

You sighed, “You know.. about returning the favor.” you said noticing it take a second for him to realize what you were talking about.

“Oh-oh that. Well he isn’t exactly wrong Y/n.” Eddie said quietly.

Your eyes widened, “Wait, about me? About me being���

“Yes. Jesus Y/n how haven’t you realized that yet?” he laughed. “Do you think i’d spend practically every waking moment with you if i wasn’t madly in love?”

“Eddie I-I… why didn’t you tell me?” you stumbled over your words.

“Because I didn’t think I had to, I really thought you would’ve noticed.” he chuckled at your oblivion.

Your cheeks began to heat up and you playfully shoved Eddie, “Shut up!” you said just as he caught your gaze, his dark brown eyes were burning into you searching for something, anything. “You know, if you would’ve told me sooner I imagine things would be a bit different right now.”

His eyes widened and his mind clouded, “W-wait, you mean? Like you— and me?” he stumbled out.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Yeah, exactly what I mean. I guess I could say the same, I thought you would’ve realized sooner too.” you told Eddie, not being able to help but let out a soft giggle.

“Well I guess we’re just two dummies aren’t we?” he laughed with you, but when your eyes met you both stopped. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his eyes wandering between your lips and eyes.

A small smile splayed on your lips, “Please.” and his lips crashed into yours straight away. They were warm and moved in sync perfectly with yours, and when he bit down on your lip you felt yourself melt away.

When you pulled back you found yourself gazing into each other’s eyes, “I love you.” he whispered against your lips as he kissed you sweetly again.

“I love you too.” you replied after breaking the kiss. “Now, can I please clean this up for you my love?” you gestured to his bloody nose and bruised knuckles.

“Only if I can get you out of these sopping wet clothes.”

“Ohhh, is that what you want hmm?” you teased him.

“No- well yes definitely but n—

“Oh shut up and follow me you dummy.” you interrupted as you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards your bathroom to clean him up and well, other things.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Apocalypse

PART 2

Pairing: Winchester!Reader x Sam x Dean

Summary: Negan takes the Winchesters to The Sanctuary.

Warnings: Some strong language, mild violence.

A/N: I think I'm going to do a part 3 to this because I'm just having too much fun with it to stop it here. Hope you enjoy part 2!

You were still struggling to grasp how you were actually in the middle of a zombie apocalypse as you followed Negan down the hall, Sam and Dean following close behind.

After basically telling you that you were screwed, Negan had offered to bring you to this place. He called it The Sanctuary. And you thought it was like some kind of hostel. It seemed fairly in order, considering the state of the world people were living in. You hoped that Negan intended to offer you refuge here. It wasn't like you had anywhere else to go.

He led you towards an office, and as you walked inside, you noticed Dean had his hand resting on his gun. You supposed it was understandable. Not only did Negan look like your father, he'd also been beating the holy hell out of a corpse when you first encountered him. It was safe to say he hadn't made the best first impression.

"So it has just occurred to me that I never asked your names." Negan said, standing at the head of the table, an amused grin on his face.

Dean was the first to step forward, gesturing to you and Sam who were now standing behind him. "I'm Dean, this is Sam and (y/n). We're hunters."

Negan shot you all a confused look. "Hunters of what?"

"Uh, demons, vamps, ghosts." Dean started listing off. "Just about anything supernatural."

Negan started to laugh then. "Do you think I'm fucking stupid?"

"What?" You asked, stepping forward slightly.

His eyes focused in on you as he leaned over the table. "You. Come over here."

Dean immediately stuck his arm out to stop you, but you just gave him a reassuring look as you walked past him and toward Negan.

He grinned at you as you stood before him, nervously wringing your hands together. It really didn't help that this man looked exactly like your father.

"You seem smart." He said, leaning closer to you. "Now, who are you?"

"What do you-"

"Who the hell are you?!" He yelled, slamming his hand down on the metal table, which caused you to flinch.

"We're the Winchesters....we...we hunt monsters." You didn't know what he wanted to hear. You were telling the truth.

"Alright, how about this." He looked in Dean's direction before you felt rough hands close around your throat. He pulled you back against him, his fingers tight around your neck as he watched your brothers. "If you don't tell me who the hell you are right now, then I might just see it fit to kill her."

He leaned in closer to you then, his beard prickling your face. "And what a damn shame it would be cuz she's kinda pretty."

"We're telling the damn truth you son of a bitch!" Dean shouted, pulling his gun out and aiming it at Negan.

Negan just laughed. "Go on, try it. I dare you."

Dean remained there with his gun in hand, but Negan wasn't backing down.

"Okay, you wanna play with your toys? I can play." He growled, and then you felt the cold metal of a blade against your throat. "You pull that trigger...and I will slit her throat."

"Dean...don't." You choked, unable to breathe as Negan tightened his grip. "Dean."

"Drop the gun." Negan ordered, his voice suddenly calm.

Dean still didn't move, but when Negan pressed the blade closer to your skin, he quickly threw his weapon down on the ground. And then Negan just...let you go.

"Was that so hard?" He asked him, a smile on his face as he picked up Dean's discarded weapon.

You all watched him as he set the gun down on the desk, still with that same grin on his face. It was like he was enjoying this.

"Now that you know who's in charge, I'm gonna ask you again. Who are you?"

"We already told you dumbass." Dean said, not as confident as he was when you first got here. "We're freakin' hunters."

"God damn!" Negan exclaimed. "You really are serious. Shit, I thought you were lying to me. I'm sorry."

"You're insane." Dean spat, which only caused another fit of laughter to erupt from the man in front of you.

Negan smirked as he stood up straighter. "Thank you."

[SERIES MASTERLIST]

[purple-babygirl]

request?🥺🐺 Just when you can, Maybe one with Sam and Bucky fighting/argument maybe one almost could’ve gotten killed and the other was being too reckless and scaring Little reader thinking they might break their whole relationship apart saying such things (ya know when ur angry) and She intervening but say something like “Daddy’s are talking right now!” And arguments heated and then it’s comforting telling reader they’re not going anywhere showing little that they still love each other -🐺

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, polyamory, yelling and a couple of curses.

Word Count: 1,950

A/N: White wolf nonnie love, even your request is cute😭 you're the best nonnie in the world and I hope you like this one🥺💜💜 I'm sorry it took me a while, love, I didn't mean to keep you waiting so long. Please enjoy xx.

misunderstanding

Aside from the laughs Sam might pull from her and Bucky, their house was mostly quiet. It was always peaceful and serene. But that wasn’t the case that night. Sam and Bucky have been arguing for a while now, their voices only growing louder, and the glares on their faces deeper. She wanted it to be over; she just wanted her calm, understanding and loving daddies back.

“Dada,” she called, her voice hushed as she tried holding Bucky’s hand. She knew she shouldn’t interfere but they wouldn’t stop.

“Daddy and papa are talking, doll. Go to your room.” Bucky took his hand out of hers, waving her away before he shouted something in reply to an equally loud Sam.

She jumped but neither man noticed before she was running to her bed, hiding herself under the covers. She could still hear their loud voices and it made her heart beat so fast. Papa and Daddy barely got so mad at each other and it frightened her little self to no extent. They were yelling and even using bad words; that was how angry they were.

“But it's okay when you do it?!!” Bucky shouted, the veins on his neck prominent.

“I can fucking fly! You were on the ground right before them, begging for them to shoot your ass!” Sam reasonably argued, a frown inhabiting his fine features as his sharp voice echoed through the house.

“Well, that didn't fucking happen so why are we even having this stupid conversation again!”

“Because you never seem to actually listen no matter how many times we have this stupid conversation!”

“That's because I know what I'm doing!” Bucky barked, his finger poking his chest.

“If you're not gonna listen maybe we shouldn't be together then!” when fighting bad guys, Sam should’ve added.

But he didn’t and it made her slowly pull her head out of her blanket, concern bubbling around her heart. Daddy wasn’t going to agree to this, was he? Papa and Daddy loved each other. They could never not be together.

“Maybe we shouldn't!” Bucky yelled back, his stare intense as he looked at a similarly livid Sam.

Her heart sank to her stomach at Daddy’s reply and tears pricked her eyes.

“Fine!” Sam threw his arms in the air, giving Bucky his back and that was Bucky's cue to leave.

He walked out of the door, noisily slamming it behind him without looking back.

“Papa.” Sam heard her choked voice behind him and knew he was going to be met with her tears when he turned around.

“Sugar, go wait in bed.” Sam sighed, fingers pressing to his closed eyes as he tried to calm down, “papa will be there in a minute.”

He needed to get it together for her. She had no hand in their fight and it wasn't fair that she gets sent to bed without a bedtime story just because Bucky thought it was a good night to practice stubbornness.

~

“What would you like papa to read for you tonight, baby?” Sam asked, showing her the stories they had that she knew and loved all too well.

“When’s daddy comin’ back?” she asked instead, innocently speaking Sam’s thoughts.

“Soon, baby.” Sam avoided eye contact, flipping through the books.

“How soon, papa?” she pressed.

“Just soo-”

“In ten minutes?” Her big, anxious eyes stared at Sam, wanting a satisfying answer.

“Sugar.” The man sighed, not knowing what to tell her. He was already exhausted enough and it was just becoming too much.

“An hour?”

“Baby, here, pick a story,” Sam tried again.

“'S dada comin’ back tonight?” she asked, tears swimming in her eyes.

“What? Yes, sugar. Of course he is!” Sam didn’t really know that, but it was what he was hoping would happen.

“Are you lyin’ to me, papa?” she sniveled, twiddling her thumbs.

“No, baby. Daddy’s coming ba-”

“Did daddy leave forever?”

“Suga-”

“A-Are you gonna leave me too?”

“Baby.” Sam shook his head, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder “no, sugar, no. No one is leaving.”

“You promise?” she sniffed, the back of her hand swiping under her nose.

“I promise, baby.” Sam nodded, helping her with a tissue.

“Dada’s not leavin' us?”

“No, baby. He’s not leaving. He just got a little angry with me is all. That happens sometimes.” Sam explained, putting the stories back in place. She was no longer going to require one.

“But he never left before.” She cried more.

“I know, sugar.” Sam held her to his side and rubbed her back, “but he’s coming back.” He kissed her hair.

“Can I stay up 'n wait for him?”

“No, baby, come on now. You need to go to bed in time like the good girl you are,” Sam told her gently, hugging her tighter so she’d calm down.

“Please, papa.” She held onto Sam’s hand.

“Sugar.” Sam gave her one look, supposedly stern, but she could see how drained he looked. He had no more argument in him.

“Yes, papa,” she sighed, laying on her back and letting Sam wipe her tears and tuck her in.

“Good girl, baby.” Sam gratefully kissed her forehead with half a smile, “night, sugar.”

~

It was at least 2 hours later and Sam was still awake. He huffed, turning on his side again, his hand reluctantly reaching for the phone on the bedside table before quickly retracting for the millionth time. Bucky was going to come back soon. There was no need for him to call and bother him. He probably left looking for some space; probably gathering his thoughts, and Sam wanted to give him that. He was worried but he would do it if it meant Bucky would have a clear mind again; if it meant he was going to come back faster-

“Papa.” She stood by the door, balled fist rubbing her eye.

“Hey, sugar.” Sam sat up and opened his arms. “What is it, baby? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, can’t sleep.” She shook her head, taking slow steps to Daddy and Papa’s bed.

“You wanna try cuddling with papa?” Sam offered and she quickly nodded.

“Come here, sugar.” Sam pulled the covers open for her so she could slip underneath with him.

She gave Sam a big hug, holding him tighter than she usually would in such a heavy-eyed state and he could instantly sense her anxiety and worry.

“You’re okay, sugar. I got you,” Sam assured her, patting her back gently before she pulled back.

She waited until Papa was comfortable on his back then moved herself on top of his chest, humming at the warmth radiating off his body and buzzing through hers.

“I’m scared dada won’t come back,” she whispered in Sam’s neck, her fingers clutching his shirt.

“He will, sugar. I promise. Daddy will be here before you wake up tomorrow,” Sam comforted her, his concerned eyes glancing at the clock again. It was way past midnight already, where on earth was Bucky?

“How do you know, papa?” her knuckles rubbed her eye again as she yawned, snuggling more into Sam.

“He loves us too much not to come back, baby.” Sam’s big hand stroked her back calmingly, “Bucky will always come back.” He whispered, more to himself than to her, before he half-heartedly let his eyes close.

~

“Sam, I said I was sorry!”

She quickly spitted the toothpaste and washed her mouth when she heard Daddy’s voice downstairs. He didn’t sound too happy, but at least he was back. He wasn’t there when she woke up like Papa said he would be, but this was good too. He was there and that was all that mattered.

“Sorry? Sorry?!! I was worried sick about you and that’s all you have to say?!” Sam shouted, frustrated, and Bucky scoffed.

“Worried sick, right. Is that why I have no missed calls from you?! Not one! You didn’t even care to see where the hell I stormed off to or if I was okay!” He argued, his face following Sam’s when the man turned away.

“Dada,” her voice momentarily interrupted their fight as she collided with Bucky, her arms wrapping around his middle.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted much softer, swallowing when he saw tears already gathered in her eyes.

“I thought you left papa and me forever,” she told him, hugging him even closer, pressing her forehead to his chest.

“What?” Bucky looked at Sam, panic in his eyes, and Sam gestured to her with a shrug saying ‘see what you did to us?’

Bucky exhaled, pulling her closer to him, his chin on her head, “I could never leave you, love. You’re my life,” Bucky said, his eyes on Sam’s.

Sam reluctantly broke eye contact, shaking his head and leaving the kitchen.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing as regret enveloped him. His thumb caressed her cheek before he lifted her up, her thighs finding their way around his waist.

“Papa was really worried, stayed up all night,” she whispered to Bucky when her face was on level with his, “and- I thought you were leavin' papa,” her lips trembled as tears overwhelmed her, “and I thought you and papa were leavin' me.”

“Oh, doll, no, no,” Bucky shook his head as her tears triggered his own, “none of that is happening, love.”

“Promise?” she hiccupped.

“Promise. No one is leaving, love. Not me, not papa and definitely not you. I love you and papa too much to ever be without you, doll.” Bucky poured his heart out, unknowingly repeating Sam’s words.

She brushed the tear he let slip away, making him chuckle fondly.

“Jus’ like papa said,” she mumbled, her heart finally fully reassured, as she nuzzled Bucky’s neck, hugging him closely again.

Bucky’s feeling of regret grew even more when he caught her words.

Sam never doubted him for a second, not even when he walked out on him to rudely end a discussion he was the reason got heated. He trusted Bucky’s love for them and relied on it to bring him back sooner than later, but Bucky only kept him worried.

“I love you too, dada. Please don’t ever leave everrr again.”

“I won’t, doll. I’m not going anywhere.”

~

“Sam-”

“I didn’t call because I thought I was giving you space. Of course I cared where you stormed off to and if you were okay; I love you,” Sam admitted, finally looking Bucky in the eyes.

Bucky could see how sad he actually was; how distressed this whole fight has left him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice dripping with sincere remorse this time, “I’m so sorry, Sam. About everything. I just- I guess I didn’t know how to react. I’m not used to people looking out for me or caring about my wellbeing-”

“Yeah, well, you better start getting used to it because I’m not planning on stopping,” Sam replied, trying his best to keep the glare in his eyes present, yet miserably failing, his eyes softening for his one and only James.

“I love you, and I’m sorry,” Bucky repeated, walking closer to where Sam stood, “I’m sorry.”

“Give your cyborg brain a break; you’re forgiven.” Sam grinned, pulling Bucky in by the waist for a sweet kiss.

“I love you so much it’s uncountable,” Bucky whispered, making Sam smile even bigger as he kissed him again.

“I love you more.”

Feeling sound again as she watched from a distance, her big smile was back to lighting up her eyes. Peace and calmness filled the air again and her heart was content. Papa and Daddy didn’t lie to her; no one was leaving. They were solid; she was safe.

~~~~

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[heliosthegriffin]

Kiryu doesn’t kill people

Kiryu walks into Pocket Racer building. He was burnt, bruised, and beaten, but slams 500 yen on the table, and is greeted by Pocket Circuit Fighter. “Fighter! I’m ready to take on the King of Speed Cup!

“Alright, Kiryu-kun! Ready, to fi-, what on earth happened you?!” The friendly-faced fellow, looked at him like he had one foot in the grave.

Kiryu shrugged. “Just some trouble,” A bullet hole in his left side, was gushing blood, and Fighter went pale as he could see through the wound. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I feel like there’s a lot to worry about! Did you get into a fight with the police?!”

“Fighter-Kun.” Kiryu said calmly. “Do I look like the type to fight with police?” Fighter shrunk under Kiryu’s harsh eyes.

“Kiryu-kun.” Fighter spoke quietly. “Yes.” Fight confirmed bluntly.

“Urgh!” Kiryu walked back pained, and not from the bullet hole. “I thought, I looked law-abiding.”

“Yakuza-law, perhaps.”

“Urgh,” Kiryu groaned. “Anyway, it wasn’t the police.”

“Really,” Fighter looked shocked! “Than you were jumped by some no-good Yakuza with Illegal guns! We got to call the police and tell them!”

Kiryu looked aside, dejected. “Not all Yakuza are no-good.”

“That’s what you choose to fix on?!”

“I’m sure some of those guns were legal...”

“Kiryu-Kun, really?”

“Anyway, it’s nothing to worry about.” He takes a can of Toughness-Emperor out and chugs, it his wounds closing.

Fighter looks in abject horror as Kiryu’s bullet and cut wounds close. “Kiryu-Kun, what was that?!”

“Oh, it’s Toughness Emperor!” He says holding it aloft, like a trophy.

“Kiryu-Kun, that’s not normal.” Fighter says with abject dread.

Kiryu looks at his body. “I feel normal.”

“You are the farthest thing from normal.”

Kiryu gives Fighter a look, that says really.

Fighter sighs. “Fair enough, anyway, stop distracting me! We need to call the police and get these men caught!”

Kiryu smirks. “Fighter-kun, nothing to worry about, I took care of them.”

“Really? Then if they’re knocked out somewhere, we should call the police and have them picked up.”

“No, they’ve probably gotten up by now.”

“Ok, alright then.” Fighter sighs. “So, a tough guy like you, how’d you take care of them? Give them the old 1-2?” Fighter mimed doing some boxing.

Kiryu shrugged with smirk. “Nothing special, I got one in a hold,” Fighter nods. “Picked up him up,” Fighter smiles. “Then flipped him upside down in my hands,” Fighter seems a little confused. “Jumped in the air, and slammed him into the concrete.” Fighter looks slacked-jawed at Kiryu.

“...Kiryu-Kun that kills people.”

“What?”

“Kiryu-kun, you slammed a man head-first into the ground from, how tall are you? 182 cm?” Kiryu nods. “Plus you jumped, that’s what three meters into the air? Slamming all his weight into the crown of his head, that man has a concussion, or is dead!”

Kiryu took a step back. “Oh, oh... But, his friends ...”

“Kiryu-kun, what did you do to his friends?”

“I picked up a motorcycle, and spun it at them like brief-case.”

“Kiryu-kun, a motorcycle weights nearly 300kg, and you swung at them like a 2kg case? That’s like getting hit by a speeding car. Those men are dead.”

“But, they always get up afterwards, and give me money for bothering me.”

“Kiryu-kun, have you ever seen these men again? Are you sure your mind is just remebering it the way you want it too?”

“No, I can’t be, I mean, that’s like telling me that putting nails in a man’s mouth and then punching his jaw shut, or slamming his head with a car door would kill him.”

“Because, it would!”

“Oh,”

“Snapping someone’s neck with a choke-hold, would also kill people.”

Kiryu looks at him shocked. “I never would have guessed,”

Fighter sighs, and smiles at him. “Alright, you ready to race?”

“Yes!”

[alisonsfics]

an actual hero

pairing: bucky barnes x reader (little bit of biker!bucky)

summary: you’ve been john walker’s girlfriend since high school. he’s the only man you’ve ever loved, but that may change when a certain serum causes him to risk your life.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: tfatws spoilers, violence, choking (in a violent, not sexual manner), concussion, passing out, john walker going on a rampage

You saw the news and you were instantly worried. There was a big fight going down with the Flag-smashers. Then you saw him.

John.

Your boyfriend since high school.

Your second half.

He was there, fighting against the Flag-smashers. You both had butted heads over the Flag-smashers issue. You agreed with their goals, but just thought they were approaching it the wrong way. John disagreed. He hated them, truly hated them.

You didn’t blame him after what happened to Lemar, but you had never seen this kind of rage in him. He was consumed by it. You assumed that Lemar’s death and the pressure to be a good Captain America were taking a toll on him.

You knew you had to stop him. The news showed him fighting with the kind of rage that made your skin crawl. You knew you had stop him before he made an irreversible mistake.

You raced down there as fast as you could. You found John instantly. He grabbed one of the Flag-smashers by the neck and held them up against the wall. His feet dangled helplessly below them. John held him up in the air with virtually no effort. He seemed strong, too strong.

“John! You have to stop this” you yelled at him, trying to deescalate the situation. He was shocked to hear your voice. He dropped his grip and turned to face you.

By now, you had gained the attention of Sam and Bucky, who were confused about the mysterious woman who had just appeared.

You hoped he would turn to see you and recognize that he had gone too far. Instead, you only saw anger in his eyes when he looked at you. The Flag-smasher ran away from John, past you. “You’re letting him get away” John said, trying to run past you.

You stepped into his path, putting your hands on his chest. “Please, John. You’re taking this too far” you begged him to stop. You didn’t see any sign of hesitance in his eyes before he shoved you into the road.

You fell to your knees on the rough pavement. You could already tell that you had cut up your hands as you tried to soften your fall. You quickly stood up, not wanting to be in the road when a car drove by.

You still had Bucky’s attention. He was still confused about how you knew John. Him and Sam both watched as you picked yourself up off the ground.

Then, you were blinded by a pair of headlights. One of the armored trucks was coming straight for you. You froze.

You felt every muscle in your body go still. You fought to get your legs to move, so you could run away. Your body stayed firm in its place.

“She’s not moving” Bucky mumbled, before running towards you. His whole body slammed into you, as he pushed you out of the street. You got the wind knocked out of you, and you landed flat on your back on the hard concrete.

Bucky came crashing down on top of you. It took you a few seconds to realize what had just happened. Your senses were on overdrive.

You looked at the unfamiliar man above you who was staring straight back at you. You knew him from the news, but you had never met him. “Are you okay?” He asked you, carefully. You were still in shock, so you nodded your head.

“You just saved my life” you said, breathlessly. He just gave you a small smile, before rolling himself off of you. He winced and got up on his feet. You felt him grab your hands as he helped you stand up.

You felt light-headed as soon as you stood up; you felt a throbbing pain in the back of your head. “Wait...my head kind of—” you started to say before you blacked out.

Bucky panicked as he watched you start to go limp. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you up. He swept his arm under your legs, picking you up bridal style.

When you opened your eyes again, you realized you were on a stretcher inside of an ambulance. You looked around, trying to take in your surroundings.

The ambulance wasn’t moving, and the back doors were open. You saw a paramedic sitting next to you; they were taking notes on a clipboard. Then, you saw Bucky on your other side. He wore a concerned expression.

“You’re awake” he said, softly as his eyes met yours. He seemed slightly less concerned. “I don’t understand. What happened?” You asked, confused.

He noticed your panicked look and took your hand in his. “Do you remember the truck in the street?” He asked you, slowly. You nodded your head, bits and pieces starting to come back to you. “When I pushed you out of the way, you hit your head on the sidewalk. You got a concussion, and then you passed out” he told you.

His thumb subconsciously started to rub back and forth on the back of your hand. Both your eyes went to your hand in his, but neither of you made an effort to move your hands away.

The paramedic turned her attention towards you. “I completed a test, and you’re fine. You have a concussion. Just make sure you get some rest and drink lots of water. You’re good to go” she told you, giving you a polite smile.

“Here let me help” Bucky said, helping you sit up on the stretcher. He kept his hands on yours as you carefully stepped out of the ambulance. “I’m Bucky, by the way” he said, smiling at you.

You felt a school-girl smile appear on your face. “I’m Y/N. Thanks for saving my life” you said, bashfully. Then, another man walked up towards the two of you. You recognized him as Sam.

“Y/N, this is Sam” Bucky said, introducing the two of you. You smiled at him and shook his hand. “Are you okay? I saw Walker push you in the way of that truck. How do you know him anyway?” Sam asked you, curiously.

You noticed he was wearing his Captain America suit. You had only ever seen him in the Falcon suit before. You wouldn’t have admitted it out loud, but you knew he was a better fit for the job than John.

“I’m fine; it’s just a concussion. John is my boyfriend or was my boyfriend. Risking my life might just be a small dealbreaker” you joked, trying to lighten the situation. In reality, you wanted to punch John in the face. You had stood my his side for years, and this is how he repaid you.

They both lightly chuckled at your joke. Then, as if on cue, John came marching over. “There you are. We’re going home” he said, grabbing your arm. You struggled to pull your arm away. He had always been strong, but he was stronger now.

“Get your hands off of me” you said, trying to pull your arm out of his grasp. Within a second, Bucky had pried John’s fingers off of you. “She told you to keep your hands to yourself” Bucky said, bending his fingers backwards until he winced.

Then, he finally let go. He put his hand on your forearm. “You okay?” He asked you, softly. You just nodded your head, too scared to say a word in front of John.

“What the hell is going on here? You think you can just swoop in and steal my girl?” John asked, starting to walk towards you and Bucky. Sam quickly got between John and you.

“We fought you once, and you lost. You want to try again?” Sam taunted. John crossed his arms. “This is between me and my girlfriend” he snarled.

Bucky also shielded you from John. “I’m pretty sure that girls don’t stay with boyfriends who almost get them killed” Bucky said, keeping one hand on yours.

You felt safe behind Bucky. You had just met him, but he was very protective. You knew that he wouldn’t let John anywhere near you.

John huffed, his telltale sign that he was giving up. He walked away from the three of you. “Why did you ever stay with a guy like that? He’s kind of awful” Sam asked you. You shook your head. “He didn’t use to be like that. He used to care” you told them, watching as John walked away.

“Why is he...so strong?” You asked, barely able to find the words. It was the thing you had been struggling with since you saw him fighting that Flag-smasher. Something didn’t feel right. “They took a blood sample and found out he took the serum” Bucky told you.

You were stunned. “Like the super-soldier serum?” You asked, still in shock. They both nodded.

You scoffed to yourself. “He used to talk about much he hated super soldiers. He said real heroes didn’t need a special potion to make them strong” you said, only now seeing his hypocritical nature.

“You should get some rest. Do you need a ride?” Bucky offered. You ignored the smirk that Sam sent his way. “That would be great” you said, smiling.

Bucky hugged Sam and then walked past him. “The suit looks great, Cap” you said, as you walked past him. Bucky led you over to a motorcycle.

“Why am I not surprised?” You asked, giggling. He turned around to face you, and pretended to be offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, smirking at you. You shrugged. “You have the whole biker aesthetic: the leather jacket, the boots, the withering stare” you teased.

He chuckled as he picked the helmet up off the seat. “Here. No more concussions” he said, tightening the strap once he put it on your head. You told him the name of your apartment building. He nodded before you even told him the address.

“I grew up in Brooklyn. I know where it is” he said, getting on his bike. He patted the seat behind him and you swung your leg over the back. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, and rested your head on his back.

He turned on the ignition, and it roared to life. You gave him a thumbs up to tell him you were ready. Soon, you were driving down the streets of Brooklyn.

You expected it to be fast and daring, but instead, it was peaceful. You watched the city whipping past you: the taxi cabs, the street performers, and the illuminated billboards.

He pulled up to your apartment in a matter of minutes. He helped you off the bike and took the helmet off your head. You shoved your hands in your pockets because you didn’t really know what else to do with them.

“Thank you—for everything, I mean” you said, shyly. Bucky hesitated. You could tell he wanted to say something, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

He fiddled with the straps of his leather jacket, nervously toying with them. “I know we just met, but would you like go get dinner sometime?” Bucky asked you. The smile on your face grew ten times bigger. “I’d really like that” you said, cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss.

He was shocked, but eventually kissed you back. He lips tasted like cinnamon. You could feel him smiling as you kissed him. His fingers hooked in your belt loops and pulled you closer to him.

You both pulled away with smiles on your face. He gave you a small piece of paper with his phone number on it.

As he drove away on his motorcycle with you waving from the sidewalk, he couldn’t help but want to thank Dr. Raynor for encouraging him to let people into his life.

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[robinofgothamcity]

♡ scenario: connor losing his mind when you're hurt and charging into the fight recklessly.

♡ pairing: connor kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but i'm living for these angst to fluff moments rn especially bc i rewatched reign of the superman and forgot how much i loved connor in it.

Connor watched as you were completely slumped on the side of the building, no longer clear headed and struggling to stay awake. what was supposed to be a clean and easy mission turned out to be more than what the league expected.

he had requested for back up and while they were already trying to fight off the thugs that were attacking Connor, he could still see that you were fighting to stay alive and he had no idea if you were even going to come out of this fight alive.

"what the fuck?" Connor whispered, seeing you now slumped on the ground. he turned to the person who attacked you, eyes fully red with no intention of holding back. Clark could sense his song was a second away from committing murder as he saw Connor charge into the heart of the battle with no game plan, just murder.

"SUPERBOY NO!"

+

you waved shyly to the group of league members as you hid behind Wonder Woman. you were new to the scene of sidekicks and had no idea how to even introduce yourself without sounding like a complete idiot.

"woah new girl!" you heard a male voice say as you stood in your place petrified. you had no idea who it was as Diana had yet to individually introduce you to everyone, "i call dibs!" you heard the same voice say.

Diana turned to you before grabbing the boy who was charging towards you by the head and tossed him back to Superman, "she's not up for 'dibs' Superboy. she's my newest apprentice and you will treat her as such," she threatened.

you giggled behind her as a few of the sidekicks introduced themselves. you knew them as the Young Justice team and although you weren't formally with the team, you figured Diana was training you to become apart of them in the future.

"( your hero name ), this is Superboy," Wonder Woman said, "he associated to the Super family," she explained as he pushed up his dark circled glasses and flicked his hair back, "pleasure is all mine," he muttered, shaking your hand.

you returned a tiny smile before she continued to introduce you to Robin and Impulse. you noticed how Superboy kept his eyes on you. you had no idea if it was because he liked you or he disliked you but every time you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you.

after introductions and the cliche 'your real identity is sacred' conversation ended, Diana felt it was for your own good to get used to your new 'teammates'. she wanted you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable around any of the YJ team even if that included Superboy.

"so, what do you like to do for fun?" Wonder Girl asked, sitting down next to you and handing you a bowl of popcorn. you shrugged, "uh, not much. I like to watch tv and read for the most part. no one really invites me to do things with them," you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

she laughed, putting her arm around you, "well that ends today! we should all do something fun! how about we go to the county fair? doesn't that sound fun?" she asked. you shrugged, not really opposed to the idea, "I call all the rides with ( your hero name )!" Jinny replied.

you smiled, following her and Wonder Girl out the door as Robin, Impulse, and Superboy followed behind you. Robin looked at him, "you like her don't you?" he asked, already calculating the minute Connor had fallen in love with you.

"well she's apart of the team, i'd like to hope we'd all like her," he replied as Robin shook his head, "no, you get what i mean by that," Robin pressed as he could see Connor's face fall with realization. he didn't reply but he could tell what he was tell Connor's real answer through his face.

as they arrived to the fair, they all booked it to the first food stand they saw. Robin offering to pay for everyone being Bruce Wayne's son had its benefits. you ordered a simple coffee as you didn't want Robin to spend too much on everyone.

"what ride should we all get on first?" Jinny asked excitedly. you pointed to the tallest ride, it was one of those high rides that sat two people at the top and had them spinning around, "oh I can't do that. it's way too scary," both Keli and Jinny said.

Superboy smiled at you, "I'm down if you are," he said as he grabbed two tickets from the worker, "cool," you replied as the two of you walked to the line, sweat already building up from nervousness.

once they sat the two of you and made sure you were both buckled in, you stared at Superboy nervously as the ride started up and pulled you up before immediately starting to spin. you stared at Superboy, screaming for you life. you unintentionally grabbed his arms, not realizing you were holding onto him as you continued to yell.

Superboy chuckled, finding your reaction cute.

+

after the months passed and you finally grew closer to everyone on the team, you were particularly close with Jinny and Superboy. you and Jinny shared a lot of common interests as she showed you how to shoot a gun and Superboy...well, everyone could tell the two of you were just seconds away from actually dating.

you walked into the YJ lair, sipping on hot chocolates with Jinny as the weather was turning cold. she was cracking some cringe dad jokes, trying to make you laugh as you tried to contain from choking on the hot chocolate.

"hey, where we yall at?" Keli asked. you turned to Jinny before giggling, "just doing a few errands we had to run before I had patrol with Superboy," you said, not really clarifying on what you both were actually doing.

although everyone could see how much you liked Connor, Connor himself thought you had a thing with Jinny. he knew she was particularly close with you and felt as though he was practically competing with her for your attention.

"do you have my phone?" you asked Jinny as she dug into her pocket and handed it to you. you grabbed your phone before quickly snatching her hat and putting it on, "yee-haw," you giggled into the mirror as Jinny started chasing you down the halls.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into Superboy and fell flat on your ass, "oh, I'm sorry Superboy, I didn't see you there," you groaned as Jinny grabbed her had and put it back on her, "you've yee'd your last haw," she said, making you laugh harshly.

Superboy's eye couldn't help but twitch as he gave you his hand, "ready for patrol?" he asked sternly. you looked to Jinny who crept away from the angry Kryptonian and left you to deal with him, "yeah, let me just freshen up again and I'll meet you outside," you murmured, going into the bathroom.

you quickly used the bathroom before checking if you had everything. you opened the door and walked into the lair's common area. Connor had yet to drop the angry attitude and everyone was eerily silent as you walked in. he grabbed you by the arm and practically rushed you out the door.

"weird," Jinny told Robin as he shrugged, "what isn't weird about him," he replied making everyone laugh.

patrol started extremely awkward. you hadn't felt this weird since you first started on the team and you had no idea what was wrong with Superboy since he wasn't telling you.

the two of you walked on top of roof, scanning the empty roads before you turned to look at him, "what's up? you seem bothered," you asked him as you both sat on the ledge, "seriously? you seem annoyed at me or something so at the very least you can try and tell me what's wrong," you pressured again.

he looked at you with eyes of determination before grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you into a very heated kiss. you were taken back by surprise but let him continue to kiss you. a part of yelled at Connor pulled you close but another part of him was still screaming at him that you still could've liked Jinny.

"I had to do that before Jinny officially took you away from me," your eyes fluttered in confusion, "uh, what do you mean by 'take you away from me'?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Connor sighed in frustration, "I see the way you're around Jinny and figured that she likes you and vice versa," he finally admitted as he stood up, not wanting to hear your response. you quickly stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, "hey wait," you said.

he stared at you, "I'm really not in the mood to get rejected ( your hero name )," he ran his fingers through his hair annoyed. you shook your head, "I don't like Jinny nor does she like me. we're just really close friends Superboy," you whispered, bringing him into another kiss.

this time, he was the one taken back but he melted into the kiss, all his negative emotions washing away as you continued to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you him in closer by the neck. Connor was definitely not expecting this tonight.

"so does this mean that we're like....together together?" you asked playfully shy. Connor let out a laugh before lacing your hands together, "clearly. I can't let Jinny steal you away from me," he jokingly replied.

+

Connor ran to the three different henchmen as his strength was to the point of killing, not caring if he died in the process. he was recklessly dodging bullets, knowing they wouldn't do anything to him. he grabbed the first man and threw him against a wall as it collapsed around him. Connor only hoping that it did enough damage to unalive him.

the second one he managed to choke him out enough to the point where he passed out but that wasn't enough for him. you were on the brink of death and if he had to see you die, he was going to make sure the men who possibly killed you got what they deserved.

"SUPERBOY!" he heard his father scream again. Connor paid no attention to him as he grabbed the third henchman and slammed him to the ground, throwing punches left and right, "listen to me," Clark screamed at him.

he could see the tears coming down Connor's face as anger, fear, and sadness clouded his mind, "this is not you! pull out of it!" he yelled, shaking Connor's shoulder, "you're about to kill this man. I get that you're angry but you don't get anything out of hurting him. all you get it consequences and your girlfriend needs you right now more than ever!" he continued.

Connor finally shook himself out of his trance as he heard his dad telling him to go to you. Connor nodded and ran to you, seeing you unconscious and hardly breathing, "I'm taking her to the hospital," he yelled to Batman before hauling your body into his arms and flying towards the nearest hospital.

once he finally reached the emergency doors, he shoved everyone out of his way and to the front desk, "she needs help...NOW!" he yelled to the poor receptionist. the girl jumped up from fear but nodded and screamed for a bed and a few doctors.

the doctor asked Connor to place you on the bed before the doctor told him that he could follow them inside. a part of Connor wanted to straight up move the doctor to follow you into the OR but he knew that he'd get into more trouble with his dad and the MPD if he hurt anyone else.

for what felt like hours, he was waiting inside of the room they had told him you'd be in once you got out of surgery. he had already gotten the lecture from his dad about the consequences he would've gotten if he actually managed to kill the three men earlier.

"she's going to make it," the doctor told Connor as he walked into the room while they adjusted you to the bed. Connor nodded, "she'll be out of duty for months. she sustained a lot of injuries to her body that'll take weeks to recover and she got a nasty concussion so you'll need to play doctor for the next few weeks to make sure she's okay," he explained.

Connor nodded as the doctor told him that you should be waking up within the next few hours. Connor adjusted himself on the seat and got comfortable as he had no intentions of leaving your side until you were awake and ready to leave the hospital.

you woke up a few hours later, your body killing you from all over as you saw balloons all around the room. you knew you had landed in the hospital but you had no idea how long you were asleep or in a coma even. you turned to see Connor passed out next to you, his body slumped awkwardly.

"Kon, Kon wake up!" you whispered, shaking him softly. Connor jumped up in a fright as he immediately realized you were awake, "how do you feel? are you okay? do you need anything?" he immediately asked as you couldn't help but laugh at his frantic attitude.

"Connor, I'm okay, I promise," you whispered as you brought him in for a kiss, "my body just hurts and i'm still kinda tired," you murmured as Connor nodded. you managed to wiggle yourself enough to make space for him, "babe, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I had to make sure you were okay so i haven't exactly slept in a while," he admitted sheepishly. you shook your head, "you're too much sometimes," you giggled as you put your head on his shoulder, "but you love me regardless," he replied.

this was the first time the L word had came up in the relationship, "yeah, I guess I do but now you need to sleep," you said as you closed your eyes and felt Connor pull you closer to him, "I love you too by the way," you whispered, giving him another kiss on his partially exposed chest.

[saintshigaraki]

ONE DAY WE’LL REVEAL THE TRUTH (THAT ONE WILL DIE BEFORE HE GETS THERE)

title: youth by daughter

pairing: dabi x f!reader 

words: 1.7k

excerpt: But what is rage, you’d ask him, if not one of the many faces of grief? 

a/n: dabi my beloved (derogatory). this fic is my love letter to parentheses.

tags: angst, toxic relationships, explicit s*xual content, light choking, dabi is a bastard but he is a needy bastard 

in case you’d rather read it on ao3!

MDNI

He’s just outside the door. He hasn’t made a sound, but you know he’s there. You can feel it; in your blood, in your bones, in your marrow. 

(You’ve always been able to feel him, monstrous and cruel beneath your skin. An itch. An awful taunting itch. You’ve wanted him out since he first stuck his claws in you and buried himself deep, but he’s near impossible to shake. He won’t leave until he’s hollowed you out, until your flesh is no longer your own, until all that’s left of you is him. Until all that’s there, is what he believes there should be. 

He’s a self-important bastard like that.)

When he finally decides to open the door, he does so with a slam. It would’ve made you jump if you hadn’t been so focused on the skyline. Tracing the buildings, looking for stars you know you won’t be able to see. They get swallowed up, this deep in the city. Drowned out by light. 

(When you were a child, you didn’t quite understand how stars could vanish in the night. Weren’t they the brightest things in the universe? Burning and brilliant, even light years away? 

You understand it better now. How mankind has this nasty habit of ruining, of polluting, of blotting out things of wonder and then desperately trying to remake it in our own image.

It’s never as beautiful as what was, but it’s far too late for us to admit defeat now.)

He’s mad, burning up with fury. You can feel the heat of it, cutting straight through the heavy chill of the night air. It’s stifling, your balcony so small that he’s practically breathing down your neck with how close he is. Accompanying his presence, always, is the faint smell of burnt flesh he can never quite mask, no matter the amount of cheap aftershave he tries to drown himself in. 

He’d texted you, and you’d ignored him. For a week, you’ve ignored him and if there’s one thing Dabi hates, it’s when he gets ignored. 

He’s the one that ignores you, it should never be the other way around. 

You know that, of course. You know all his little unwritten rules. 

(Don’t ignore him is at the top of the list. Except, of course, during those nights when he thinks you’re asleep and he clings to you like a child, his tears burning where they touch your skin. Even his grief, you can’t help but think, is scorching.

On those nights, you’ve found it’s best to stay quiet. He wields his grief like rage and you’d rather not be caught in the crossfire.)

He’s waiting for you to talk, to stumble over your words, make some sort of vague attempt at an apology. It’s what you would usually do after you’ve broken one of his rules. 

But you say nothing, content to sit in the too-heavy silence. You’re tired. Of him. Of whatever it is you two have been doing. It’s the same stupid story, the same vicious cycle. A snake cursed to eat its own tail. 

He’s using you. He has been for a long while now. If you’re being perfectly honest with yourself, he most likely has been since the beginning. And God, it’s exhausting work, being used. 

Although, really, you’re not all that much better than he is. In the beginning, you were with him purely because he fascinated you. All his grief laid bare, and so vulnerable. So obvious and painful. Undeniable in its brutality. 

(Rage, he’d say, it’s righteous rage, not grief.

But what is rage, you’d ask him, if not one of the many faces of grief?) 

It didn’t take long for you to realize he’s chasing something. And it took you even less time to realize that whatever he’s after, is probably going to kill him one day. 

(You wonder if he knows he’s chasing his own death. You wonder if he’d care at all. 

He reminds you of Eve, eating the forbidden fruit. You think she’d take a bite of the apple, again and again and again if ever given the choice, even knowing the consequences. Even with intimate knowledge of the suffering to come. How could she not? How could any of us hold our fate in the palm of our hands and choose not to sink our teeth into it?)

He’s growing impatient beside you, burning up with it. If he touched you, you’re sure he’d melt your flesh straight to the hollow bone. 

But you don’t break. Just once, you want him to fall apart first. Just once, you want him desperate. 

(He’s always been so good at making you desperate, with a hand around your neck, just tight enough to leave you gasping for air, your back to his chest and his staples drawing blood, as he pounds into you so hard all you could do is dig your nails into his arm. 

His lips are right by your ear, you’re mine, he says. You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine. 

And God, with his cock hitting all the right spots in your cunt you’d believe it. You’d believe anything he’d said to you as long he just kept going. 

Say it, he hisses, say you’re mine. 

You don’t answer him right away, mostly because you can’t, not with the way he’s fucking you. You can’t catch your breath enough to form a sound, you can’t get your bearings enough to collect a single thought that isn’t Dabi Dabi Dabi. 

Annoyed at your lack of answer, he brings a searing thumb down to your overstimulated clit. You keen, arching, desperately trying to get away from the sensation that at this point is more pain than pleasure. 

Say it, he says again, there’s a strange sort of edge to it. Looking back you think it might’ve been desperation. Say it. 

When he presses down just a little harder, you finally crack. 

Yours, you gasp. I’m yours. Yours. Yours. Yours. 

He laughs, so deep in his chest that you feel it in your own. 

It echoes in your head for weeks afterward.)

“What,” he grounds out, low and furious, “the fuck.” 

It’s not a question. 

You turn towards him, at last. Though you can hardly see him, surrounded by shadows. There are glints of his piercings in the polluted light, a gleaming flash as he runs his tongue along with his teeth. But it’s his eyes that you lock on. Bright and a brilliant blue. Glowing and monstrous in the dark. 

(You’re reminded, once again, of the stars. Burning and burning and burning.)

With no preamble, you say, “I think I love you.” 

The air around you quiets. Like the city itself is holding it’s breath. 

It’s not a sweet confession under the moonlight. In the week since you came to the realization, it’s already started to fester, to rot straight through your bones. 

It’s a curse more than anything. You love a man whose chasing his own death. You love a ghost. Or, you suppose, a ghost in the making. 

Before you can say anything else (though really, what else is there to say) he cuts in sharply, meanly, “No, you don’t.” 

You can’t help but tilt your head at that. You don’t really know what to say. You don’t know if you’re supposed to say anything. His lips are pulled back, teeth bared, he’s gleaming and sharp, pulled so taught with tension you wonder how he’s even breathing. He reminds you, vividly, of a cornered animal. A scared one. Though he’s trying to mask it with annoyance, with a type of anger that toes the line of fury. 

He’s always doing that. Masking his fear with rage. Masking his grief with rage. Hiding any part of himself that might be perceived as weak, as soft, as vulnerable, under the guise of rage. 

You can’t imagine that it’s anything less than exhausting. 

Though you have to admit, you didn’t expect this response. You didn’t expect fear. You thought he’d be unbearably smug about it. Proud of himself for finally sinking his teeth into your heart. Ready to chew you up and spit you back out. You were ready for him to move on. 

You didn’t expect him to deny it. 

(He could be right, though you doubt he is.

You wonder what it means to love, you wonder how you’re supposed to love. You wonder if you can only love someone if you’ve seen the cruelest parts of them first. 

You suppose if that’s the case, then he might be right. 

You’ve never actually been able to force yourself to look up what exactly he’s wanted for. What exactly it is he’s done. 

Mostly because you’re afraid that even if you knew every last gory detail, it wouldn’t be enough to make you walk away. And how would you be able to look at yourself in the mirror, after that? Knowing exactly who you let share your bed? who cried scorching hot tears into your shoulder? 

Ignorance is bliss, they say. In your case, it could very well be your only hope for salvation.

But, you don’t really think there’s a set way a person is supposed to love. It’s what makes it so terrifying. It’s an unknown. And it’s so hard to not fear the unknown.)

“Dabi-” you start. 

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he spits out. Eyes flashing, his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

You want to laugh at the absurdity of it all, of him trying to tell you what you do and do not feel, but you think he’d turn you to ashes for the slight. His pride has always been so easily shaken.  

“Dabi-” you try again. 

But he’s two steps ahead of you. He always is. 

He’s already turned around, hiding his face from view, opening the door. And you don’t stop him. You don’t see why you should. 

You can’t shake him from the path he’s on. You don’t think anyone can, really. 

Grief is all he has, it’s all he’s let himself have. It’s fundamental to him now. It’s all he is. And you’re sure he believes whatever he’s chasing is going to fill the hollow void it’s made of him. 

It won’t. You’re sure of that, at least, because even if he does succeed, what will he be left with then? 

You don’t say any of that to him, because you’re not his fucking therapist. And because you’re not so sure he wouldn’t kill you for it. 

It’s anticlimactic, watching him disappear into your darkened apartment. 

But all you can think about when you hear the click of the front door closing behind him is how honest his fear was, almost childlike. Remnants of a poor, grief-stricken boy. 

What a monster it’s made of him. 

a/n part two:

thinking about adrianne kalfopoulou’s ‘grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there.’ 

i could not tell you why this took me over two weeks to write. i had a lot of fun with it though. dabi my beloved. go to therapy please. also i know dabi can’t cry but....let me have this.

[tricksters-captain]

Bucky Barnes imagines - Don’t Flatter Yourself, Doll

AN: I hope you enjoy something a little different 

Summary: You and Bucky have always clashed. After a mission goes wrong things get heated between you two. 

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam xPlatonic!Reader

Word Count: 1,787

Warnings: ANGST, strong language, some violence, Smut, hate sex, unprotected sex, no foreplay, choking

“You’re really gonna storm off like that and say it’s my fault!?” Bucky scoffed at you as he tried to catch up to you. 

“It was completely your fault! If you hadn't gotten in my way then––” 

“––If I hadn’t gotten in your way?!” Bucky threw his leather jacket down on his seat as you separated in the aircraft. “If you had stuck to the plan and did what you were supposed to do we wouldn’t be leaving empty handed.”

“If I had stuck to the plan you would be roadkill right now.” You snapped back at him as you unarmed yourself. “Perhaps that would’ve been better because at least then I wouldn’t have to deal with your miserable ass and constant staring!”  

“Oh please!” Bucky huffed. “If I wasn’t around to constantly save you from one bad guy or another you'd be dead right now.” 

“Save me?!” The words made your head spin round to glare at Bucky. “That’s rich, Buck. If I recall you’re the one who always needs saving whether it was Steve or now Sam!” 

“Sam doesn’t save me!” Bucky’s nostrils flared as he strode towards you. You stood your ground, folding your arms across your chest as you stared up at the man. 

“Oh yeah? Just last week Sam had to tackle you from a speeding truck because a little girl beat you down.” You reminded him of the incident with the flagsmashers. 

“They were super soldiers!” Bucky argued, “And if I remember correctly you were thrown from the same truck.”

“Will you two quit it?!” Sam entered the aircraft finally, folding in his wings as he glowered at the both of you. “It’s both your faults we are in this mess.” 

“But he––!”

“––Shut it, (Y/n)! You know I normally agree with you rather than white panther over there–”

“–White Wolf–”

“–But you messed up. We were this close to finally getting somewhere and you both let it slip away.” Sam didn’t want to hear another argument from either of you so climbed up to the cockpit of the aircraft to get away from you both. 

“See, even your best bud said you were the one who ruined this for us.” Bucky threw his hand up in the direction of the ladder. 

“Shut the hell up, Bucky!” You dropped your arms as your anger jumped out. 

“Not so tough now you haven’t got Sam on your side.” Bucky didn’t stop. 

“I don’t need anyone on my side. He said that you fucked it up too. This just proves that if you weren’t here, the mission would’ve worked out the way it was supposed to.” You growled as you turned away from the man. 

“God you’re so infuriating!” Bucky gripped hold of your upper arm and tugged you around so you would face him. 

“Take your hand off me.” You said in a low voice, warning him. 

“Or what?” Bucky only tightened his grip. 

You shrugged before sending your fist into the man’s jaw.

Bucky stumbled back, chuckling harshly before he finally snapped. 

He surged forward, taking hold of both your arms and slamming you against the wall behind you. 

You stared straight into his eyes. Your chest heaving up and down as you tried to stay calm under his grip. 

“You really think fighting me is going to make this better?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth. 

“No but it’ll sure as hell make me feel better.” You retorted. 

Bucky smirked, sticking his tongue out of his lips as he looked away from you for a moment. 

“I should’ve just left you in the water.” Bucky’s words cut you deeper when you realised what he meant. 

Bucky had pulled both you and Steve from the water that day years ago when the Helicarriers crashed. 

“Well, the only reason I didn’t kill you when I had the chance was because of Steve.” You spat back. “But he isn't here anymore.”

“Like you’d ever have a chance––”Bucky looked back in your eyes and you took that moment to lift your feet and send them into the man’s stomach, pushing him off you. 

Bucky stumbled back, groaning at the impact of the kick in his stomach. 

You went past him, heading towards the ladder when Bucky grabbed your shoulder to keep you there. You staggered backwards at the strength of the pull but knelt down swiftly to swipe your legs under Bucky, sending him to the floor. 

Before you could even lift your foot to continue walking, Bucky’s hand snatched your ankle and brought you down with him. 

His remaining hand grabbed your other foot and pulled you down towards him. He scrambled on top of you but you used the opportunity to roll you both over, linking your legs with his arms to flip you. 

You sat with your thighs either side Bucky’s neck as you sat on his chest. 

Bucky used his enhanced strength to grip hold of your thighs with his arms before flipping you over onto the ground. 

The impact of your back hitting the hard metal floor made you lose your breath for a second but it was enough time for Bucky to secure his place on top of you. 

His legs weighed down your own, his large hands pinned down your wrists above your head and his dog tags were hitting your neck as he glared down at you. 

The air was thick from the both of your panting hot air.

You watched Bucky’s eyes flicker down to your lips and before you realised what was happening, his lips were on your own. 

Your small gasp of surprised allowed Bucky’s tongue to surpass your lips. The taste of him sent an electricity through your entire body and you kissed him back.

“I heard a bang, You guy’s haven’t killed each other down there, have you?” Sam opened the hatch and called down to you both.

Bucky stopped kissing you and you both jumped apart, rushing to your feet. 

“Not that I’d mind at this point because frankly you’re both a pain in my ass but...” Sam continued as he hadn't heard a response. 

“No, we’re fine.” You were the one to speak up as you tried to steady your breath. 

Both you and Bucky had stood apart but you had your eyes locked on each other. 

You felt something stirring inside you at Bucky’s dark gaze.

“Look you guys can hash it out for all I care just don’t hurt each other we still have stuff to do.” Sam said before you heard the hatch close again. 

There was a moment of just silence. A moment that felt like eternity before Bucky rushed towards you once again. 

His lips found yours, you wrapped your hands round the back of his neck as he picked you up and pressed you against the curved steel wall. 

His cold metal hand slid down your side and then pulled your t-shirt up to allow access to your skin. The coolness of the Vibranium sent goosebumps over your skin as he took hold of your breast.

You bit down on Bucky’s lip, scraping your teeth against the soft flesh as you tugged lightly. Bucky growled, his hand finding your neck to keep you pinned against the wall.

There was a devilish glint in your eyes that made Bucky insatiable. 

He kissed you once again, his hands tearing your t-shirt over your head, his mouth then moving to the exposed flesh of your neck and collarbone. 

Your own hands darted to the bottom of Bucky’s shirt and soon it was removed, revealing Bucky’s chiselled torso that you had seen before but never this close. 

Bucky bit down on your shoulder as he tried to undo your pants. He pulled away a moment, setting you back on your feet to help remove the garment. 

You kicked them off, instantly dropping to your knees to help Bucky with his own. 

You unbuttoned his jeans and went to drag them down when Bucky yanked you back to up his face. He kissed you as he removed his own pants, pulling his length free from his boxer briefs. 

As Bucky’s teeth grazed your jaw, you looked down to see how large his member was and you felt your core ache with need. 

“Fuck me already.” You hissed as you pulled the man’s head back by his hair. Bucky groaned at at the sudden pain but then darkly laughed.

“You didn’t say please.” Bucky smirked as he lifted your leg up in a swift motion. Pushing your panties to the side, his member was pressing against your wet sex, he was teasing you.

“Bite me.” You snarled back at him and with that he thrust his whole length inside of you. 

You winced and whined out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You threw your head back, letting your eyes roll back with it and Bucky soaked in every second of your reaction. 

He only waited a second for you to adjust before he started thrusting inside of you. You gripped onto his shoulders, the cold metal of his left arm seemed to burn against your hot skin as he held onto you and the wall. 

“God...” Bucky moaned as you moved your hips with his. 

You let go of Bucky and found his right hand with your own. Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion as you moved it but didn’t stop pumping in and out of you. 

You placed his hand against your neck and Bucky soon realised what you wanted. 

He squeezed lightly as he fucked you hard. 

He couldn’t stop himself from watching your face twist in pleasure as he roughly thrusted against you. Your nails dug deep into his skin as you felt your stomach begin to tense. 

Bucky’s hips were becoming sloppy as sweat beaded on his forehead. You were both so close. 

His deep thrusts allowed his member to hit that sweet spot inside of you and you cried out as he did. You felt yourself curl around him and you squeezed your eyes shut as your climax rolled over you. Your walls pulsed around Bucky which only encouraged Bucky’s own finish. 

Bucky came inside of you, filling you with his hot speed as he let is forehead drop to your shoulder. 

Bucky let himself catch his breath against before he pulled out of you. He tugged up his pants, moving away from you and tossed you over your t-shirt from the floor. 

“This doesn't mean I like you.” You said through your heavy breaths as you redressed yourself. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, doll.” Bucky retorted as he too put on his t-shirt.

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