#hey now wheres my spitter love

[fruitcoops]

If the requests are still open, I watched the try guys trying sexy alcohol video recently (The Try Guys Sexy Alcohol Taste Test is the name of the video) and I was laughing the whole time. I was thinking it would be really fun to have the team do it for a social media video if you wanted to write it! :)

I absolutely love the Try Guys and I’ve been watching their videos for years--thank you so much for suggesting this! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove and the link to the original video is here

TW for alcohol and lots of sexual references

“I’m so fucking excited for this video,” Finn said, drumming his hands on the table.

Remus gave him a disbelieving look. “You have the lowest alcohol tolerance on the entire team, Harzy. I’d be shocked if you were still awake by the end of this.”

“We’ll find out soon enough!” Marlene announced offscreen. “Do the intro and then we’ll get started.”

“Welcome back to Lion Pride, folks! I’m Finn O’Hara—”

“—and I’m Remus Lupin.”

“Dude, you said I could do the intro.”

“I can’t even say my own name?”

“Boys,” Marlene warned.

Finn cleared his throat and turned back to the camera with a bright smile. “Today we’re tasting sexy alcohol, even though I have no idea what that means!”

The video cut to a different table and James waved to the camera. “Hey, everyone! I’m James Potter, and I’m here today with our wonderful captain Sirius Black to taste test sexy alcohol!”

“What qualifies alcohol as sexy?” Sirius asked. “Is it supposed to turn you on, or something?”

“The names are sexy,” Marlene clarified. “Ready for the first one?”

A title card appeared with Drink 1: Sex on the Beach written in cursive letters.

“Sex on the beach!” Remus and Finn chorused, clinking their glasses together and taking a sip. Remus made a face, while Finn looked thoughtful as he smacked his lips.

“Why is it so sour?” Remus coughed, setting the drink down.

“You’re not a fan of sex on the beach?” Finn teased. “This is always the classy lady drink in movies. It’s not bad, actually.”

James’ face scrunched up as he drank and Sirius went through a whole range of emotions, then tried it again. “It’s not better the second time,” he said. “Just…weird.”

“Much like actual sex on the beach, it’s flat out uncomfortable.” James slid the glass out of reach.

“You’ve had sex on a beach?”

“Haven’t you?”

“No, sand gets everywhere even when I don’t strip down.”

“Ha! Loser.” The video transitioned right as Sirius reached over to smack the back of his head.

Drink 2: Buttery Nipple

“A fucking what?” Remus laughed, leaning toward the camera crew. Marlene repeated the name and he nodded slowly. “Okay, that’s what I thought you said.”

Finn sniffed the shot. “Is that butterscotch?”

“It is,” Marlene said.

“Rad. On three. One, two, three!”

They knocked their shots back at the same time and Remus raised his eyebrows as he swallowed. “That’s really not that bad. Best nipple I’ve ever tasted.”

“Very sweet, I like it,” Finn agreed around his grin.

A smile twitched at the corners of Remus’ mouth. “You like the buttery nipple?”

“I do like the buttery nipple,” Finn snorted, sending them both into peals of laughter.

James stared down at his shot glass, then turned to Sirius and opened his mouth; Sirius reached over and covered it with his palm. “Don’t say it.”

“But it really looks like—”

“I know.” Sirius bit his lip, sighed, and downed the shot. “Y’know, that’s actually pretty good.”

James rolled the empty glass between his fingers. “That would give me a wicked headache in the morning.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure.”

Drink 3: Suck, Bang, Blow

There was a brief pause as Remus and Finn shared a look. “I think that’s the wrong order,” Finn said after a moment.

Remus nodded. “Bang is generally last on the list if you’re doing it right.”

“It also implies that you’re not sucking on the last part, which is just bad blowjob etiquette.”

“Bottoms up.” Remus tapped the rim of their glasses together and took a sip—almost immediately, he spat it back out. “What in the unholy fuck is that?”

“My whole face is itching,” Finn coughed. “Holy shit, there’s so many different types of alcohol in there that is just tastes like straight-up sugar. I would order this at a bar if I was horny and sad and didn’t care who I went home with.”

“Yeah, this is what you get if you want something that’ll fuck you up.” Remus paused for a second, then covered his mouth with his hand. “You know who would drink this?”

“Who?”

“People who live in Florida.”

Finn’s whole face lit up and he dug around in his back pocket, dialing a quick number on his phone before putting it on speaker; it rang twice before connecting. “ ‘Sup, Finner Finner Chicken Dinner?”

Remus’ jaw dropped and Finn rested his forehead on the table. “Thanks for that,” he sighed. “We’re filming a video for Lion Pride right now.”

“Oh, sick!” the voice on the other end said. “Hey Lions!”

“Hi, Alex!” Marlene called.

“I just have a quick question,” Finn continued. “Have you ever heard of a drink called Suck, Bang, Blow?”

“Hell yeah, they’re super popular down here.”

“Called it!” Remus grinned and high-fived Finn. “Thanks, Hazard.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because if anyone is going to have shitty alcohol, it’s you and your bouncy ice.”

“Hey—”

Finn ended the call and put his phone away once again with a gleeful smile. “He’s never going to hear the end of that.”

Drink 4: Amber Moon

“That’s a lot of whiskey,” James said as a crewman handed them their drinks; Sirius whistled lowly and held it up to the light.

“Why are there red flakes in it?”

“Tabasco sauce,” Marlene said off screen.

James nudged Sirius with his elbow. “I bet I can drink this is ten seconds.”

“Do it in five or you’re a coward.”

“You’re on.” He cleared his throat, then tipped the glass back.

“One, two, three, four, five, six!” Sirius pumped his fists in the air with a whoop.

“You counted too fast!” James protested, giving the camera crew a desperate look. “Marley, he counted way too fast!”

“Looks like…” There was a brief moment of silence. “Five point three four seconds, Pots.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, setting the glass down. “It tasted horrible, by the way.”

The video cut to Remus and Finn, who were eyeing the drink suspiciously. “I’ll bite,” Remus said. “What’s the sexy name for a hot sauce and whiskey monstrosity?”

“Amber Moon.”

“That would be my stripper name,” the two said in unison, then turned to each other with identical gasps.

Drink 5: Blowjob Shot

Sirius looked deeply uncomfortable as he set the shot glass on his lap. “Don’t make this weird.”

“What? The part where I’m putting my face in your lap?” James asked with false innocence as a smile spread over his face.

“Merde,” Sirius muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just get it over with.”

“That’s a rude thing to say to someone who’s about to give you a blowjob.”

“You’re not giving me a blowjob.”

James raised his eyebrows and Sirius rolled his eyes, kicking him lightly. “Alright, alright. Do you want to go first?”

Sirius leaned forward, paused halfway down, then cursed under his breath and took the shot glass between his lips, knocking it back in a quick motion. James opened his mouth and the first bit of a fake moan slipped through before Sirius tackled him to the ground.

The video cut for a moment—when it returned, they were sitting in their chairs once again, and James looked incredibly smug as he rested his elbows on his thighs. “Ready, hot stuff?”

“You’re the worst person to have as a best friend.”

James didn’t hesitate before wrapping his mouth around the rim of the glass, then made a noise of panic when it didn’t go down his throat right away. His eyes went wide and he cupped his hand under his face, slapping Sirius’ knee with the other.

“Are you okay?” Sirius laughed. “Just—just knock it back, buddy, you can do it.”

James made a muffled sound and the camera crew started snickering off screen as the whipped cream smudged over his nose.

“His eyes are watering,” Sirius cackled. “Oh, this is karma in action. Is it too much? Spitters are quitters, Pots, you can—"

James glared at him, then choked slightly and spat the shot glass and all its contents onto Sirius’ chest. Dead silence fell over the studio, broken only by the steady drip of the liqueur on the paper below their table.

“Does anyone have a napkin?” Sirius asked after a moment, shaking his hands out.

“I am…so sorry,” James said as he wiped his lower lip.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know! It was doomed from the outset, I guess.” He wrinkled his nose. “I can feel it in my sinuses.”

Remus and Finn both downed their shots easily; neither struggled for more than half a second. They were both a little flushed from the alcohol and Finn hiccupped as they turned back to the camera.

“How did you do that so well?” Marlene asked, clearly amused.

“Frat,” Finn said at the same time Remus shrugged and said, “college.”

“Pots spat his all over Sirius.”

“It’s because he’s straight.” Finn hiccupped again and Remus burst out laughing.

Drink 6: Body Shot

“Who are we doing this off of?” James asked. All four men sat at the same table; Sirius had removed his flannel and James’ cheeks were pink from five—well, four and a half—drinks.

“Guess who, bitches!” Kasey grinned as he walked out from behind the backdrop, clad only in his Lions sweatpants. James, Finn, and Remus cheered while Sirius put his head in his hands. “Shit, Cap, you’re doing wonders for my self-esteem.”

“Is this a power imbalance?”

“I’m older than you, now move your elbows so I can lay down.”

The folding table creaked as Kasey laid on his back and all five of them froze for a second until Marlene emerged with salt, lime slices, and a bottle of clear alcohol under her arm. “Do you know how this works?”

Four nods answered her and she carefully poured the tequila into Kasey’s bellybutton—he jolted at the cold and some of it spilled down his sides. “Aw, man, now my pants are damp.”

“Where—” Remus cut himself off with a laugh as he took the salt. “Where do you want us to salt you, Bliz?”

“Wherever your heart desires.” They passed the container down the line, each sprinkling a pinch somewhere on Kasey’s bare chest. “Ready?”

Finn wrinkled his nose as he licked the salt, sipped some tequila, and quickly put the lime wedge in his mouth with a distressed sound. Remus was next, and he barely skimmed his mouth over Kasey’s belly button before shoving the lime between his teeth; James missed his mark completely because Kasey was still laughing, and Sirius got some of it up his nose on accident.

“You guys suck at this,” Kasey managed as he sat up, brushing the leftover salt off his front. “Jesus Christ, have any of you been to a party in your lives?”

All four exploded into indignant protesting and the video transitioned to a final slide. “Thanks for joking us today, Lions!” Marlene said in a voiceover. “Make sure to like and subscribe for more content.”

[cali-holland]

Hubby- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Hello my love! can I get a cute request? just super cute domestic Tom and y/n. Because we all know love isn't just about the grand gestures, but the simple moments or giggling together and making faces in the mirror as you brush your teeth, him stealing a slice of veggie off the chopping board as you get dinner ready, him complaining that you like too many cushions on the bed, the little mumbled 'love you' as you both go to sleep. I'm down for reading anything like that . love your writing :)

Prompt: Tom makes even the simplest of days amazing.

Word Count: 4800

Warnings: Swearing, sexual jokes/innuendos, some pain (Tom gets hit in the balls at one point), LOTS of fluff

A/N: this is for the lovely @cunaeparker​ ‘s writing challenge, the prompt is in bold! I combined it with the request because it just went so well with all the fluff!!

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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The familiar sound of a cell phone buzzing drew you out of your deep sleep. With your eyes still closed, you cuddled closer to Tom’s chest, hoping that the phone would quit ringing soon. He shifted underneath you as he tried to reach his phone on the nightstand, but seeing as you two were tangled up on your side of the bed and there was basically a mountain of pillows on his side, he couldn’t quite grab it without moving away from you.

“Just leave it.” You mumbled, not wanting him (a.k.a. your pillow) to move.

“Love, it’s my mum.” He laughed lightly, the vibrations running through his bare chest to your cheek. He pressed a kiss to your head, before you shifted off him so he could get his phone. He picked up the call and resumed his position as your morning cuddle buddy. You wrapped an arm around his waist and laid your head back on his chest. His free hand mindlessly found its way to play with your hair.

“No, you didn’t wake us.” Tom told his mother, but the raspiness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by her. He laughed, “Okay, yes, you did.” He paused and you could hear her voice coming through the phone. Tom looked down at you for a moment, “Are we still on for the barbecue this afternoon?”

“We can be?” You answered. You both knew he obviously forgot to mention how his mother invited the two of you to a barbecue.

“Yes, mum, we’ll be there. What do you want us to bring?” He spoke back into the phone. “Vegetables? That’s not broad at all.” You lightly smacked his chest at his sarcasm, and his free hand came down to hold the hand that just hit him, “Okay, yeah we can do a salad.” There was another pause as she spoke to him before he replied, “Y/N would love to make some dessert.” Hearing him sign you up for food, you playfully glared at him. He said goodbye to his mother and tossed his phone to the side. You sat up and straddled his waist on your knees, your hands falling by his head to keep your face above his.

“Looks like we’re going grocery shopping.” Tom smiled up at you innocently, his hands resting on your hips.

“When were you going to tell me your mum invited us over?” You asked.

“Now, I guess,” He shrugged slightly. With his thumbs drawing light circles on your hips, he teasingly added, “When were you going to give me my morning kiss?”

You shrugged in return, but leaned down to kiss him nonetheless. He smiled into the kiss, moving a hand to cradle the back of your head, keeping you in place to continue kissing you.

“Your morning breath’s shit.” He laughed, pulling away from the innocent-turned-a-bit-heated kiss as you sat up straight.

“Yeah, well you have the ugliest bed head I have ever seen.” You teased, ruffling his hair. He caught your wrist, pulling your hand down to in front of his face.

“I believe this hand’s the culprit of that.” He joked, pecking your open palm.

“You weren’t complaining last night.” You shuffled off of him and got out of the bed. Walking over to your shared closet, you started to plan out a nice outfit for the day. “Come on, we gotta go grocery shopping.”

“Wanna shower together? Save time and save water?” Tom suggested, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“You get so horny in the morning.” You laughed.

“I’m needy, not horny.” He insisted before pressing a kiss to your neck. “We’ll be conserving water. C’mon, wifey, think of the planet.”

“Alright, go start the shower.” Both of you knew you would cave like almost every morning, but it didn’t stop him from letting out an excited cheer. He pecked your cheek and left to go warm up the water.

Once you two were showered and dressed, you went to make some bacon and eggs for breakfast while Tom made you both a morning cup of tea.

“Bacon,” You stated, holding out a piece of bacon from your spot by the stove as he fixed you some tea at the island. He leaned over and ate the bacon from your fingers.

“Tasty.” He hummed, turning back to his task.

“It’s bacon, duh.” You laughed, eating a piece of bacon yourself.

“Shit. We don’t have any more milk.” Tom sighed, looking at the blank spot in the fridge where the milk would normally sit. He looked at the two mugs of tea and the bowl of sugar on the counter; without milk, it just wouldn’t be right.

“Did you finish it off?” You asked, knowing he made himself a cup of tea late last night before you two went to bed.

“Damn it, I did.” He let out a groan.

“So we need milk.” You noted, taking out your phone to create a legitimate list for the store; it’d be too long for you to remember everything. “What do we want for dinner tomorrow?”

“Wanna try that lamb recipe you found last week?” He suggested.

“Yeah, can you check what we need for that?”

“You got it.” He nodded and pulled out his phone. You’d sent him the recipe just last week, saying that it looked good and that you two should try to make it sometime. He’d never made lambchops before so he was a bit skeptical, but agreed with you nonetheless. He walked through your kitchen and pantry, searching to make sure you had all of the ingredients, while you continued to finish cooking the eggs and bacon.

“Breakfast done yet?” He asked, finishing his search.

“Yep,” You replied as you dished up the food.

“You’re the best, darling.” Tom beamed, giving you a quick kiss. You grabbed both plates while he gathered the silverware and you both sat down at the small table in your kitchen nook.

“If only we had milk.” He pouted, eating a bite of the eggs.

“Hey, you drank the rest of it.” You reminded him.

“If I remember correctly, you said it was the best cuppa I’d ever made and you drank a good half of that.” He corrected you, but you just shook your head. “Wanna make that chocolate cake for dessert? I know Harry and Sam are going to be expecting it.”

Homemade chocolate cake- your ‘signature’ dessert that all of the Holland boys loved. In fact, it was that very cake that made Tom fall in love with you. The way to his heart was truly through his stomach.

“Why isn’t Sam making anything? He’s the chef.” You laughed, thinking about how Sam was insistent on being the head chef of the family.

“I think he’s actually making bread with some sort of dip.”

“Sam’s making us bread?” Your mouth was already watering at the thought of fresh homemade bread.

“We should try making bread sometime.” Tom offered. You nodded in agreement, you’d never made bread before but it’d be interesting to attempt it with Tom.

With breakfast over, Tom started to load up the dishwasher with your plates and the frying pans while you made your way into the bathroom to start on your makeup. By the time he’d finished and come into the room, you were just about to start your mascara.

“Can I do it?” He asked, an eager smile on his face.

“Don’t poke me in the eye, Holland.” You said, trying to sound threatening. You sat on the bathroom counter with your legs spread so he could stand between them. You handed him the mascara tube. He had done your mascara a couple times before (because he just really really wanted to try to do your makeup) so you trusted him to do it, for the most part. As long as he didn’t stab you somehow, then you were fine. You sat still while he applied the makeup to your lashes.

“There. Does that look good, wifey?” He stepped back enough for you to turn and look in the mirror. It was even, you had to give him props for that, but it was almost nonexistent. He was still trying to find the happy medium between applying too little and applying too much.

“You did great.” You gave him a quick kiss and hopped off the counter to full face the mirror again. You applied some more mascara on your lashes quickly and he shook his head.

“I’ll get it one day.” He stated, getting out the toothbrush as you laughed lightly at him. Tom grabbed your toothbrush and his, running them under the sink before applying toothpaste to them.

“Thank you,” You smiled as he handed you your toothbrush. 

“Can we get bananas and macadamia nuts too?” Tom asked, half muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth as he stopped brushing. You spit out the toothpaste into the sink, looking at him through the mirror.

“You want me to make banana nut bread again?” You questioned, before continuing to brush your teeth.

“It’s the best.” He nodded.

“Okay, we’ll get the stuff for it.” You reassured him. He pulled out his phone, looking at a text he’d received as you eyed him through the mirror. Even when doing something as simple as brushing his teeth, your boyfriend was just breathtaking and you felt so lucky to have him. He noticed your gaze and pulled a funny face- well, as best he could while brushing his teeth. You laughed and leaned over the sink, spitting out the mixture of toothpaste and saliva in your mouth as you coughed. If it was anyone else beside you, you would’ve been embarrassed by the unattractiveness of the scene, but it was Tom, your loving boyfriend of four years.

“God, you’re making me choke on spit.” You laughed, cleaning off your toothbrush under the faucet.

“Spitters are quitters, babe.” Tom teased you and you playfully elbowed him in the torso, causing him to yelp in surprise. You stepped aside so he could use the sink. After spitting into the sink and rinsing out his mouth, he turned to you with a cheeky grin, “I know, I know. I of all people should know you’re not a spitter.”

“Fuck off.” You rolled your eyes at him, spraying some of your perfume onto your neck. Your collection of perfume sat in the corner of the bathroom counter, right next to Tom’s own collection of cologne- ironically (but it was totally expected actually) he had more.

“By the way, my mum asked if we could host the barbecue here? Apparently my dad forgot their barbecue was broken.” He asked you as he put on cologne.

“Did you forget to tell me that too?”

“No, no, I swear she just now texted me about it.” He insisted, slipping on a watch while you put on some jewelry. The two of you maneuvering through the bathroom easily in your morning routine.

“That’s fine if we host, but that just means you’re helping me clean.” You stated.

“When do I not help you clean?” He smiled at you innocently and you narrowed your eyes at him. You both knew exactly how much he helped you clean. In all honesty, he would genuinely help you clean for a solid hour, but it was around hour 2 of cleaning that turned into a dance party for him, which turned into him distracting you from cleaning. “I can always ask if Harry could host it, but then Harrison would be there.”

“Oh no, definitely can’t handle Harrison showing up.” You sarcastically rolled your eyes. It was a running joke between the three of you that you and Harrison were competing for Tom’s attention. Harrison was like a brother to you, and there really wasn’t any competition going on, but it was still funny to joke about. “Your mum probably invited him already.”

“She probably did.” He laughed. He shoved off the numerous pillows on his side of the bed, except for the one he actually sleeps on at the head of the bed, “Do we really need that many pillows?”

“They’re comfy!” You insisted, pulling up the bottom sheet on your side as he mirrored your actions across the bed.

“I’m your pillow, you don’t even use them.”

“You’re not wrong, but we’re keeping them.” You smiled while the two of you finished making the bed.

After you two went to the grocery store (and Tom just about dropped most of the groceries while unloading them because he was carrying like ten bags between his two hands since “multiple trips are for the weak, love”), he put away the groceries while you started the laundry. While it wasn’t something his family would actually see when they came later, it’d been piling up for days and you just really needed it to get done.

“What do you want to listen to?” Tom asked as you came back into the kitchen. He sat perched on the kitchen counter with his phone in hand, small bluetooth stereo sitting beside him. Just as you opened your mouth to suggest an artist, he cut you off with a grin, “No One Direction.”

“Shawn Mendes then?” You teased, stepping between his legs.

“Nope.” He shook his head.

“Why’d you ask me then, hubby?” You laughed, taking his phone from his hands and stepping away from him.

“Hey, that’s mine!” He jumped off the counter, trying to grab his phone back.

“Too late.” You smiled as the familiar opening to “Steal My Girl” played over the speakers. You queued a few more random songs on his Spotify and handed his phone back over to him, “Now, you’re on vacuum duty.”

“You said ‘duty’.” He giggled like a schoolboy.

“Thomas,” You sighed. 

“You lined that one up for me!” He gave you a quick kiss. You shook your head at your crazy boyfriend as he wandered off to the closet where you kept the vacuum.

“Everybody wanna steal my girl, everybody wanna take her heart away,” Tom shouted along to the chorus from the other room. “Couple billion in the whole wide world, find another one ‘cause she belongs to me!”

You sang along to the song while you worked on the cake. Once it was in the oven, you started on cutting the array of vegetables for the salad. You weren’t far into the process of washing and cutting the different vegetables before Tom came into the kitchen vacuum in hand.

“Do I get some?” He asked, spying the cucumber you were currently cutting up. He walked over to you, mouth open wide wanting a slice. You gave him a piece of the cucumber and he hummed in content. He cracked open the oven slightly to smell the cake baking in there, “Damn, I should wife you up, you’re great in the kitchen.”

“Uhuh,” You laughed at his comment. While you two called each other wifey/hubby and make “wife me up” jokes, neither of you really were ready for marriage and neither of you felt any pressure to get married. “I left the beaters out for you.”

Tom smiled as he grabbed one of the chocolate covered beaters, licking it like a little kid with a lollipop. The song changed to “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” and your boyfriend wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Don’t go breaking my heart,” He started singing into the beater (that had been mostly licked clean by that nice tongue of his), nodding at you encouragingly to keep singing.

“I couldn’t if I tried,” You sang back, unable to hide your smile at his antics.

“Oh honey, if I get restless,”

“Baby, you’re not that kind”

He set the beater aside to take your hands in his, pulling you in to dance with him. Your little impromptu dancing and singing party ended when the song changed and you pulled him back to the reality that was cleaning. While Tom finished vacuuming the house and cleaning the tables outside, you completed the salad and cake and cleaned the kitchen.

“Wanna watch something until my parents show up?” Tom asked you from his spot on the couch in the living room as you began to move the laundry.

“Sure, just fold these.” You said, walking into the living room. He frowned, hoping he was done with household chores. Seeing his reaction, you emptied the laundry basket of clean clothes on him.

“Hey, I’m layin’ here!” He did in his best overdramatic New Yorker impression.

“Fold the laundry, Dustin Hoffman.” You shook your head at him before leaving to finish moving the laundry around. You called back to him from the other room, “When is your family coming?”

“About twenty minutes?” Tom replied, checking his phone quickly to look at the time.

“Did you see if Haz was coming?” You asked, coming back into the room to help him fold the clothes.

“Why? You wanna see Haz that desperately?” He joked.

“Oh obviously. What’s the point of moving in with you if I can’t show off to Haz that I’m winning?” You teased. Tom threw a sock at you, shaking his head with a laugh. 

“Yeah, Harry said he’s coming. We’ve got an even number for football now.” He smiled, ready to play against his brothers.

“I’m so going to kick your ass after what happened last time.” You stated.

“Darling, you know that was an accident.” Tom insisted, still feeling a bit guilty about the incident. Last time you were playing football with him, his brothers, and Harrison, he accidentally kicked the ball in your face while you were even on the same team. Luckily, there was no mark, but Tom was even clingier than usual as he felt incredibly guilty about it. It occurred a month ago and you were ready for payback.

“I’m just teasing.” You smiled, leaning over the pile of laundry to give him a kiss. The two of you worked silently on finishing up folding the clothes until Tom’s eyes landed on your lacy black underwear, cheekily smiling at you while he held it up.

“Your boyfriend must be so lucky to see you in this.”

“Oh those? Didn’t buy ‘em for him.” You teased, taking the underwear from his hands and putting it aside. Tom’s hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you into his lap.

“I’m so lucky to have you. You’re my favorite person.” He said as you rested your forehead against his.

“You’re my favorite person, too.” Your hands rested at the back of his neck as you leaned in to kiss him. With your fingers scratching the nape of his neck lightly as they played with his hair there and his hands bringing you even more tightly against him, you two started to get caught up in the moment; nothing lustful, just passionate and romantic. You broke the kiss, your nose resting against his as you looked into his eyes, both of you a bit breathless.

You jumped hearing the doorbell ring. His family was here, and that meant the laundry needed to be off the couch and hidden in your room. As Tom went to answer the door, you hurried to move the laundry to your room, quickly folding the last few articles of clothing.

“Smells clean in here, must be Y/N.” Sam teased his older brother as he walked into the house with Tessa at his feet. He held a container of the freshly baked bread while his parents and Paddy came in behind him, bringing in the uncooked main course. Tom rolled his eyes at Sam’s comment, leaning down to give Tessa some well deserved love. You had lived with Tom for almost two years now, and his brothers still loved to poke fun at how organized and well-decorated his house is. Harry and Harrison trailed shortly after them, holding a ball for later and a case of beer as their contribution for the evening. You came out of the bedroom, having put the laundry away enough for now, and greeted your second family.

“Were we interrupting something?” Harrison snickered, spotting the underwear you had accidentally left on the couch.

“It’s laundry day. Get your head out of the gutter.” Tom quickly grabbed the offending undergarment and haphazardly threw it in your room before closing the door.

“Gross.” Harry gagged.

“So no sitting on the couch.” Sam laughed.

“Don’t sit anywhere then if you’re so concerned.” You smacked your boyfriend for his teasing comment that wasn’t completely untrue. Though you loved the Hollands and they loved you, you still weren’t comfortable with the sex jokes in front of his parents, that’s just never a good topic.

“Sam, that bread smells heavenly.” You told him, effectively changing the topic.

“Thank you. I tried a new recipe to make the artichoke dip to go with it.” He explained as you all moved out of the house to the outside table. He set the container of the table and opened it up so you could see (and smell even more) the bread.

You got wrapped up in a conversation with Sam and Nikki as you pet Tessa, who sat happily at your feet. Tom and his dad got the barbecue together while the other three boys started to kick around the ball on the grass.

“Wanna be on my team, wifey?” Tom asked you, walking up behind your chair and resting his head on your shoulder, letting his hands fall to your lap.

“Hell no, I told you I was getting payback.” You replied, making Sam laugh while his older brother pouted.

“Pwease?” He grabbed your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Too late, she’s on my team.” Sam piped up, despite the fact that teams hadn’t even been discussed yet.

“We’re stealing your girl.” Harry said, kicking the ball over to Tom. You unwrapped yourself from Tom’s arms to stand up as his pout grew bigger.

“Aw, you’re breaking his heart. Does this mean I’m the favorite now?” Harrison asked with a hopeful smile. 

“Only if we win.” Tom stated, picking up the ball and walking over to the far side of the yard with Harrison and Paddy.

“So that’s a no.” You smiled at Harrison. Tom set the ball between the two teams, in the middle of the two ‘goalposts’ (a.k.a. the cones Tom set up on either side of the yard months ago).

The game began and Harrison was doing his best to block you from getting the ball (and keeping Tom from getting distracted by you). The Hollands were, of course, getting a bit more physical than regular football, kicking each other and shoving a bit, as brothers do. The game was 2-0 with you and the twins winning. When Paddy passed the ball to Harrison, you managed to swipe it from him. You sent it over to Sam and Tom basically slide tackled his brother to get it.

“That’s a foul!” You shouted as Sam landed on the grass with a soft ‘thud’.

“Nope!” Tom exclaimed, kicking the ball through Harry’s legs and into the goal. He cheered with Harrison and Paddy while you helped up Sam, who was fine and used to the physicalness of it all. This time, you started off with the ball and Harrison tried to steal it back, but you were too fast in swiftly kicking it to Harry, who Paddy was trying to block.

“Elbow him!” Tom called out, running about in front of Sam to block him.

“Tom,” Nikki said in a warning tone when he started to push Sam back a bit.

“I need to win!” He replied. Harry passed the ball back to you and you dribbled it down the makeshift field.

“Go away!” Sam shoved his older brother, trying to get him out of the way.

“Fine!” Tom huffed, running over to you. Harrison took it as a sign to go block the open twin.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” You asked your boyfriend as he attempted to kick the ball out from your feet, but your movements were too quick for him. You nutmegged him, sending the ball straight through his legs to Harry. Your perfect pass was defeated by Paddy stealing the ball from him. Before you could move to block him, Tom picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Go Pads!” He cheered, holding your waist as you kicked your feet in the air.

“Tom, put me down! This is cheating!” You shouted. You felt Tom’s hand shift subtly more to your butt than your hip, making you slap his back. With you caught up with Tom, Paddy scored the goal easily.

“Hey, now, no inappropriate touching in front of the Padster.” Harry teased, seeing his brother’s hand placement.

“Shove off!” Paddy threw the ball over to his curly haired brother.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom chuckled, setting you down.

“You’re going to regret that.” You told him, before Harry kicked the ball to signal the game was back on. Knowing his distraction would most likely not work again, Tom switched places with Harrison, going back to beating up Sam.

“Food will be done in two minutes.” Dom announced and you all knew that meant this was the speed round. The stakes were high with both teams tied. After a few minutes of Tom basically playing keep away when he finally got the ball, he kicked it over to Paddy. Harry elbowed his brother and sent the ball to you. Not even stopping it to gain control, you kicked it straight at their open goal.

It would’ve gone in and you would’ve won if Tom hadn’t jumped in the way to save it.

“Ah, fuck!” He shouted, grabbing himself while the rest of the boys grimaced and laughed. Even you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing a little at his mistake. Seeing an opportunity to make a goal with everyone paused, Sam kicked the ball in and he and Harry cheered- you won.

“Baby, you alright?” You asked, going over to Tom who was still bent over in pain.

“God, you really were going for payback.” He groaned, but nodded that he was okay.

“We won!” Sam and Harry cheered as everyone sat down around the table with Dom serving up the food.

“I’m sorry you got in the way of my glorious kick.” You told Tom, holding his hand in yours.

“Yeah, it was a really good kick.” He winced a little.

Dinner and dessert with the Hollands + Harrison (the honorary Holland) went on without any more injuries (unless you count Harry shoving a piece of cake in Paddy’s face as a joke). Goodbyes went all around as they left later, and Tom did the rest of the dishes while you cleaned outside.

“You feeling better?” You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, once you finished outside. He stopped his work at the sink.

“Better. I thought you broke it for a few minutes there.” Tom laughed, washing his hands and drying them before turning around in your arms.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that.” You teased, “I’d have to go find another dick until it healed.”

“Is that all I am to you? A dick appointment?” He asked with a small laugh, pulling you in closer to him by your waist.

“No, you’re my favorite person in the world.” You smiled at him tenderly as he ran a hand through your hair and rested it on your cheek.

“You’re my favorite person, too.” He leaned down to give you a soft kiss.

The romantic, sweet moment was cut short by his next teasing comment, “You know, that kick was really great. I’m still impressed. You really know your way around balls.”

“Shut up and kiss me, hubby.”

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Hey! ❤️ your MC accidentally confessing to the brothers while drunk gave me life 🙏🏻 could you maybe do a part 2 of it where MC is sober again the next morning? 🥺❤️ have a nice day! 🥰❤️

Sorry this took me so long to do the other brothers/Diavolo! Unfortunately I can’t find the original post of when MC was drunk so I’ve included everything from it in this post😹

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MC’s drunk and confesses her love for him, Part 2: the next morning (Asmo, Beel, Belphie and Diavolo)

Asmo

- MC and Asmo had been drinking together

- Like always, he drunk her under the table - she ended up getting absolutely wasted while he seemed like he hadn’t drunk a thing

- He can’t stop cooing over how smiley she is, she was definitely a happy drunk

- She’s also a little touchy

- Like she’s completely infatuated with Asmo when she’s sober, let alone drunk (only she hides is MUCH better when she hasn’t had a drink)

- She can’t stop pinching his cheeks, telling him how beautiful he is

- At first he was like ‘FINALLY someone notices’ but then after she keeps complimenting him, he actually starts to get flustered and a little shy

- But then she starts telling him she’s love him and then he gets REALLY shy

- Acts all cool around drunk MC saying things like ‘of course you love me, who doesn’t?’ But inside his heart is beating like mad

MC woke up in her bed with a sore head. She let out a loud groan when she heard a knock at her door. Soon Asmo appeared with a jug of cold water and a glass. MC’s eyes lit up at the sight.

“Oh Asmo you have no idea how happy I am to see you.” She sighed, sitting up slowly in her bed.

“If you’re happy to see me now I don’t know what exactly you were feeling last night.” He cooed as he reached her bed, sitting beside her. “MC! You didn’t take off your makeup!” He gasped.

She was too busy processing his first remark. There was definitely something more to his comment but she couldn’t work out what. Silently, she cursed to herself, praying she didn’t do anything embarrassing. Driving herself insane with her overthinking, she decided to ask him.

“Asmo?” She asked groggily.

“Yes MC?” He smiled brightly.

“Did I do anything embarrassing last night?” She asked hesitantly, unsure whether she wanted to hear the answer or not. Bringing up a full cup of water to her lips, she sipped gradually.

“Well let’s see...” he laughed, leaning on one hand as he pondered, “it depends really, MC. Do you consider your undying love for me embarrassing?”

MC spat out her water causing Asmo to jump back. “Sorry?” She asked quietly, making sure she heard him correctly.

“You told me you love me last night! I hope you don’t find that embarrassing, MC. I mean I can’t blame you for falling in love with me!” He gushed.

“Oh my goodness.” She sighed, flopping back onto the bed, “please kill me now.” She moaned as she took another sip of water.

“Kill you?!” Asmo asked shocked, “MC if I were to kill you then how on Earth am I going to tell you I love you too?!”

Once again MC spat out her drink at his words.

“Honestly MC, if you wanted me to know you’re a spitter there are other ways of showing me!” He shook his head before breaking out a smile.

Beel:

- Beel was heading to the kitchen to grab his 100th snack of the evening when he was surprised to see MC’s head in the fridge

- He’s even more surprised to see her munching on whatever food she can find, it’s like he was looking in the mirror

- “Are you okay?” He asks concerned

- “Beel!!” She squeals, standing up straight before pulling him into a hug “Mammon and I were drinking and I got kinda hungry” she spoke sheepishly “but I’m so glad you’re here!”

- She suddenly pulls out her secret stash of food she’d hidden “eat with me!” She grins

- Beel’s a little taken aback but he’s not going to turn down food and time with MC

- He chuckles at her as they sit down by the kitchen counter, he can’t help but notice her staring at him as he’s eating his food

- “What?” He asks amused, food stuffed in his mouth

- “You.” She smiles “I love you Beel.”

- “And I love you too, MC.” He grins, ruffling her hair

- “No, Beel. I’m in love with you.”

- *shocked silence*

As MC stepped into the dining room ready for breakfast, she was only met by Beel sat at the table. As soon as she saw him, she quickly tried to slip back out of the room unnoticed, knowing exactly what she’d said to him the night before. MC wanted to save the embarrassment of finding out her love was unrequited so she made her way into the kitchen to get some breakfast to go.

As she was rummaging through the cupboards, she heard the door open. “Hey MC - how come you ran off?”

‘Uh oh’

“Hi Beel.” She smiled sheepishly, turning around with red cheeks, “I’m not feeling great so I was just going to take some food upstairs to eat.”

“Oh that’s a relief.” He breathed, “I thought you were avoiding me because you told me you love me.” MC’s body froze and Beel noticed her sudden change of pace. “Unless...that is why you’re avoiding me?”

“Listen Beel I’m sorry.” She sighed, “I had a lot to drink and wasn’t thinking - I didn’t mean to tell yo—“

“Why are you worrying so much?” He interrupted, “I told you I love you too last night and you seemed really happy about it!”

MC tried to rack her brain for the memory but had no such luck. “You did?” She asked unsure.

“Yeah.” He chuckled, “I mean admittedly you then told me you’re in love with me and caught me by surprise...”

“Oh no.” She shook her head embarrassed.

“I didn’t think you felt that way about me.” He grinned, pulling her in for a really warm hug. MC was too shocked by his actions to say anything back. Cautiously, she slipped her arms around his body, hugging him too. “Do you wanna go and grab something to eat today?”

“Like a date?” MC asked against his chest confused.

“Yeah, like a date.” He smiled to himself.

Belphie:

- Belphie’s heading up to his room to go to bed for the night

- He does a double take when he opens the door and sees MC passed out

- He tries not to wake her but as soon as he sits on the bed she begins stirring

- “Hey! You came back” she smiles sleepily “Asmo and I got back from the club and I wanted to come and see you but you weren’t here!”

- She immediately snuggles into him

- He looks down at her in awe as she buries her face in his side

- “You are so comfy” she mumbles “why don’t we do this more often??”

- Belphie thinks MC is the purest lil thing he’s ever seen and can’t help the big smile on his face. He doesn’t think anything could make this moment better.

- “Have I ever told you I love you Belphie?”

- Never mind, that did.

MC woke up dazed and confused. She rolled over as her eyes adjusted. Soon her confusion turned into nerves when she realised she was in Belphie’s bed - and after remembering the events of the previous night those nerves turned into panic.

‘You idiot’ she thought to herself, recollecting the moment she told Belphie she loved him.

MC almost let out a scream when she felt someone stirring beside her. Emerging from the covers was Belphie. He rubbed his tired eyes with his fingers before facing MC.

“Oh hi MC.” He said simply.

“Belphie why am I in your bed?” She asked bewildered. She hadn’t even realised that she wasn’t alone under the covers.

“You fell asleep here last night, I went to go and sleep on the sofa downstairs but you woke up and demanded ‘I snuggle you’” he answered with a small smile.

“Yeah that sounds about right...” MC mumbled to herself, feeling more embarrassed with every second that passed. “I’m sorry you had to put up with me last night.”

“I’m not!” He laughed, “I rather enjoyed your drunkenness - drunk MC is a lot more honest that sober MC.”

She silently hoped he wasn’t referring to her confession. Perhaps she said something else while she was intoxicated that she hadn’t remembered?

“In fact can I ask you something?” He spoke with a cunning smile.

“Sure.” MC nodded, watching him intrigued.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” He asked with the cheekiest grin.

MC accidentally let out a gasp when he repeated her words from last night. “Belphie that’s not funny!” She scorned him.

“Answer the question!” He smiled.

“No.” MC answered unamused, “No you haven’t told me.”

“Well it’s true.” He spoke softly, flopping back onto the bed. A relieved smile spread across MC’s face. “You still want to snuggle?” He asked, holding out his arms.

“I’d like that.” She nodded, accepting his offer.

Diavolo:

- Diavolo pops over to the house of Lamentation to see how everyone is, not realising MC and some of the brothers were practically having a house party

- He’s sat in the lounge drinking tea with Lucifer when suddenly MC stumbles in

- “Diavolo!” She beams, seeing the Prince of Devildom in the room, she walks straight over to him, plonking her bottom in the space next to him

- Lucifer shakes his head amused, leaving the room

- “Well hello MC” he grins at her

- MC can’t stop staring at him, she’s absolutely mesmerised by his beauty

- “Have you been drinking?” He laughs at her

- “If I told you yes would you tell Lucifer?”

- Diavolo finds her hilarious

- “I’ve always had a soft spot for you, MC. You never fail to make me laugh.”

- When she hears his words she leans on his shoulder smiling “you’re so handsome. I’d love to take you home with me - my parents would love you.”

- Completely shocked, Diavolo can’t help but smiling as he pulls MC in for a tight hug

MC woke up in her bed as usual. Although she had a small headache, she still got dressed and made her way down for breakfast. As she approached the dining room she was surprised to hear Diavolo’s voice. Usually he goes back to the palace after paying a visit but he must have stayed in one of the spare bedrooms last night.

Stepping into the room, she was met by smiling faces. “Here she is!” Asmo cooed, “our little drunk human.”

“How did you know I was drinking last night?” She asked flustered.

“I might have mentioned it this morning.” Diavolo grinned, “come MC, I’ve saved you a seat next to me.”

“Okay.” She mouthed with a smile. She sheepishly made her way toward him, her heart fluttering over the fact that Diavolo wanted her to sit next to him. As she began serving herself up some food, he kept stealing glances at his exchange student.

MC noticed his stare and a blush soon appeared on her cheeks as she picked up her knife and fork. She quickly turned her head and shot him a subtle smile before anyone could notice.

“So MC.” Diavolo beamed as he leant back on his chair to smoothly put an arm around her shoulder. The brothers were surprised at the interaction as MC turned her face to listen to him. “When are you taking me home to meet your parents then?”

MC’s eyes widened. She’d completely forgotten about her comment the previous night.

“Diavolo!” She gasped causing him to laugh.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten! I was looking forward to the visit.” He grinned, “especially after you told me I’m so handsome.” The brothers couldn’t believe their eyes as they watched their Prince flirt with MC. “Perhaps if you’re not actually ready for me to meet your parents you’ll entertain me by joining me for a drink at the palace this evening?”

[stinkystark]

// A Lucky Mission // B.B

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Tony orders you and Bucky to go on a mission and undercover as a couple

Word count: +3K words

Warnings: cursing of course, shooting people

A/N: This took soooo long to write. This wasn't requested, but I wanted to write for Bucky for so long. He is so mysterious and all. I'm sorry that I haven't posted a fic in months. I hope I delivered with this. I didn't read it over so please tell me if there are any mistakes. Enjoy! <3

There was no doubt in saying that you and Bucky didn't get along great. Everyone on the team was sure of that after witnessing these arguments and fights between you two. Sometimes it was just peaceful bickering, but that would quickly turn into screaming and pushing.

You had no clue how it started. You met the guy when he was all winter soldier-ish and you kept your distance. However, when you thought that the two of you could become great teammates, it turned out that you didn't exactly like each other. He annoyed the crap out of you and probably the same reverse. He got on your nerves, too.

It wasn't often that you and Bucky were on a mission together. You had made it clear that you wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, and your teammates respected that. Well, up until they got sick of all the fights.

Tony had called you down to the meeting room. You were guessing it was for a mission. A few days had passed since you were on a big mission. You walked into the room where Tony sat on the table, Steve sat on a chair next to him and across sat the one and only, Bucky Barnes.

You groaned and closed the door behind you a bit harder then you intended. Bucky's head turned quick to look who came in and then groaned as well.

"You're here. Great." Tony said and gestured for you to sit down on a chair next to Bucky. You hesitated but sat down anyway. He sneakily kicked your foot, hard, underneath the table.

Tony spoke again before you were able to kick him back. "We have been notified of some issues in Russia. Some assassin bullshit's going on. You two need to pack your stuff and leave tonight at 8 for your flight, we've got a hotel room booked and you'll get furthur instructions when you're there. Clear?"

Fuck. On a mission with Bucky. That was about the last thing you were planning to do this week. "Exactly how long will we be in Russia?" You asked, one eyebrow raised.

"2 days." Tony said confidently.

"What? Are you kidding?" You looked from Tony to Steve, hoping to catch a sign that they were kidding with you. "This prick and I, together, for two days, on a mission? Together? Are you out of your mind?"

You heard a scoff to your right and really had to fight the urge to slap him. Steve finally opened his mouth to speak, getting your attention. "We know that this isn't ideal for the both of you, but we need the two of you specifically. Y/N, you are great, fantastic at acting and staying focussed while under pressure and Bucky is perfect for missions like this, being able to catch the guy we need. Besides, maybe you'll grow to like each other a bit more."

You had to laugh. "That'll never happen." You crossed your arms. Bucky spoke up for the first time you entered the room, too. "What do you need her to act for?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed in thought. He bit his lip.

"Because..." Tony said, but trailed off. "Uhm, you have to go undercover." That wasn't so bad. Undercover missions were your favourite. "Undercover as a couple." Oh.

A shocked look formed on your face. Unbelievable. Bucky's mouth fell open in shock as well. "Are you joking?" You asked. "Oh god, this'll be the longest 2 days of my life."

You stood up abruptly, walking back out. Before you were completely out the door, you turned to Bucky. "Be on time or else I'll kick you out of the plane."

~~

You arrived at the hotel after a long flight and an hour of sitting in a taxi in a close proximity to Bucky. You haven't spoken a single word to each other the whole time. He sometimes glanced your way to give you a disgusted look, but that was it. You were very happy with that. You were planning on waiting as long as you could manage to speak.

Bucky swiped the card through the lock in the door and it opened with a click. He opened the door and walked in, dragging his luggage behind him. You placed your luggage besides the door and took a look around the room.

A nice, pretty cozy looking, seating area. The door to the bathroom. A soft, clean and freshly made bed, ready for you to jump into and sleep like a sloth. Wait, hold on one second. A bed. One bed. One bed for you and the asshole that was looking out of the window to check the view right now? Oh god.

"Hmm." You hummed carefully, not sure what to do or say, if anything at all. Bucky turned to look back at you and noticed you were staring intently at the bed. "Right." He muttered and went back to looking outside.

Your muscles were aching from sitting still in one position for so long. You grabbed a pillow from the bed and a blanket you had conveniently packed with you in case of emergencies, which was the case right now, and walked over to the small couch by the window.

Bucky looked confused. "What are you doing?"

"I'm putting a pillow and a blanket down on the couch, what else do you think I'm doing?" You remarked, rolling your eyes into oblivion.

"Yeah, but why are you doing that?" He asked, sounding irritated.

"Because I'll have to sleep somewhere." You answered while unfolding your soft blanket.

Bucky stood upright from leaning on the windowsill and looked at you sternly. "There's a bed right there, you know. Have you gone blind now?"

You huffed. "Of course there's a bed there, but I'm not sleeping in it." You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don't be childish. I'm sure I'll be able to keep my hands to myself, you know?" He snatched the pillow out of your grip and put it back on the bed. You watched him move intently. You couldn't trust him. You were sure you had to sleep with one eye open that night.

"Tony told me more about what we're supposed to do." He spoke in a rough voice. "Tomorrow night we are going to this fancy party hosted by some princess where our guys will be. They are planning to kill everyone there. We're going to talk to the main guy, make him our friend and then we'll get them."

You sighed. "Okay, then. Wait. Why are we here already when the job is tomorrow night? Did that prick really let us stay here longer than we were supposed to?" Tony was such an asshole.

"Yeah, probably." He huffed. "I'm taking that side." He pointed to the side of the bed that was closest to the large window, where the evening sky was casting an orange light into the room.

"Fine. I'm gonna go take a shower." You muttered. You wasted no time to get away from him and take a hot shower.

The hot water felt fantastic on your sore muscles. The sound of water hitting the bathroom floor sounded oddly relaxing. You rinsed the foam off of your body and turned the water off. You couldn't see shit because of the shampoo water in your eyes so you blindly reached for a towel. You touched the cold metal of the towel holder, but no fabric. Fuck.

You managed to wipe the shampoo out of your eyes with a face cloth and looked around, but couldn't see a towel anywhere. What kind of hotel is this?

"Hey, Bucky? Can you pass me a towel?" You yelled. You heard the sound of the television in the room. "Go get it yourself." He shouted back.

"I'm kind of naked, actually." You wanted to bang your head against the door.

"Go ahead."

You groaned. The asshole wasn't going to give you a towel, so you were going to have to get it yourself. You opened the door an inch. "Don't fucking look." You threatened him, but he just laughed.

Quickly, you ran out of the bathroom, dripping water on the carpet, and snatching a towel from a little table by the bed. You hurried to cover yourself with it and got back into the bathroom to dress yourself into some shorts and a tanktop.

Bucky didn't mention anything of seeing you naked when the two of you got under the covers for the night. He was being annoying as hell, taking all the blanket for himself. His cold foot grazed your leg and you had to kick him for it. It was a long night.

The next morning, you woke up later than Bucky. He was actually no where to be found. You didn't question it. He was probably out somewhere to find a Russian chick to bang. You stepped out of bed for a quick piss and get back in, but something caught your eye.

On the couch by the window was a dress. A long, tight, emerald green dress. You touched the soft fabric in awe. It was definitely the most beautiful dress you've ever seen.

You picked it up and held it in front of you by the long mirror when the door to the room opened. Bucky came in with a grocery bag.

"Oh right." He said when he saw you with the dress. "Tony gave you that. For the party."

You had to remember to thank Tony when you got back. This dress was a dream.

"I love it. Oh, you got breakfast?" You carefully placed the dress back on the couch and walked over to Bucky.

"I had no clue what all the Russian shit was but this looks like bread." He scoffed. You were starving. You grabbed the bread looking thing and took a bite before immediately spitting it out.

"Oh god, this is nasty and definitely not bread." You coughed, a look of disgust on your face.

"Didn't know you were a spitter." Bucky joked with a smirk on his face.

"Pig."

~~

It took a while to get ready. You had to look as fancy as possible. You were going to the most luxurious party ever. Even Bucky took some time to look good. He was wearing a black suit, all black. It was tight. You could see practically every muscle through it. His tie was emerald green to match your dress, which you had carefully put on. It wouldn't be Tony, however, if it wasn't a few sizes too small. Every curve you had was visible and your tits nearly fell out.

"Can't breath but whatever." You muttered more to yourself. You put a strand of hair in place and stood up, ready to go. "Let's do this. You got my gun?" You looked over at Bucky who was behind you, clearly staring at you.

"Uh, yeah. I'll keep it with me. I'm not sure you can fit any more in that tight thing." He said, shamelessly looking you up and down.

"Right. Let's go." You said, feeling very naked under his eyes.

It was a short ride in a big, shiny car to the palace. In the car, you and Bucky discussed your mission some more. Act like a couple, hold hands, smile, all that stuff. You weren't happy to do this with him, but you were determined to do your job like you were supposed to.

The party had just started and it was already in full swing. Very important business people from all around the world were there. Everyone was dressed in the most expensive dresses and suits. You felt very poor walking among these people. You had your arms linked with Bucky. A smile plastered on your lips.

You found a spot where you could see pretty much the whole area. "I'm happy to be here, babe." Bucky said, placing a hand on the small of your back. Damn. He played his roll really well. An unwanted blush painted your cheeks. "Me too... Baby." You couldn't help but feel like throwing up. It was a tingling in your stomach that made you want to run to the nearest bathroom.

A waiter walked over to you, a silver plate in his hands with glasses of champagne on it. You both took a glass and smiled at the man. Bucky placed his lips on the glass and spoke in a hushed voice that only you could hear. "I see him. Balding, late 40's, maffia looking guy." You carefully followed his gaze to a man of this description with a group of guys who looked equally as scary. Your heartbeat began to rise. Bucky noticed and rubbed his thumb on your back.

"He's been eying us ever since we got in." He whispered, only an inch from your ear. You could feel his hot breath, giving you goosebumps. "Pretend like I said something funny." You chuckled nervously and slapped his arm jokingly.

You sneaked a glance towards the man and noticed how intensely he was looking at you and Bucky and it scared the shit out of you. Bucky was tense. You could feel it. He moved his hand from your back to your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiled at you but you saw the serious look in his eyes.

He licked his lips. His other hand rested on your hip. "Bucky, what are you doing?" You bit down on your lip. "Don't do that." He said in a low voice.

"Do what?" You blinked. He was so close to you that you could practically feel his muscles through his suit. "That." He said and pulled your lip out from your teeth with his thumb.

You saw him looking at the man from the corner of his eye, making you remember where you were and why. You sighed. "Buck, what do we do?" He looked back at you, from your eyes to your lips. Before you knew, he planted his lips right on yours. You were stunned. He kissed you so intensely, you were about to pass out.

He slowly pulled away from you. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I had to do it." He looked back to see the man had left. "Shit, come on. We have to go." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him in a hurry. Your mind was still clouded with what just happened but got brought back to reality when Bucky pushed your gun into your hands.

"You get his men, I get him." He said before running off. You cleared your throat and took off your heels before running to the back. Getting away from the crowd, you went through a door to the kitchens. A man with a giant gun was in front of you.

You aimed your gun at him. He did the same. "Now now, sweetheart." He said with a thick Russian accent. "You are clearly not made for this job. You would be a much better use on the streets." He laughed maniacally.

"I'll fucking shoot you." You threatened. He cocked his gun and walked towards you. "Fight me." He said. "Put the gun down and fight me."

You hesitated before lowering your gun, which he did too, and placing it on the floor. "You can't win from me in a fucking dress." He laughed.

One moment he was laughing, and the other he had your fist against his eye. He tumbled back before giving you a look of hatred and kicking you. The fight was on. You smacked him, kicked him, threw him around until he was finally unconscious. You sighed. There was blood gushing out of your nose, but you had to keep going.

When you took down all the other men, which was significantly more easy than the first guy, you went and found Bucky. He was in a fight with the main guy. He seemed to be in trouble. You grabbed your gun and shot at least four times until the man fell, bleeding, to the floor.

"Holy shit." Bucky panted. "Let's get out of here."

~~

You hurried into the hotel room, getting weird looks from strangers. Your dress was ripped everywhere and your nose was still bleeding. It made you feel dizzy. Bucky looked fairly unharmed while he helped you into the room.

"Don't get blood on the bed." He warned. You huffed.

You quickly got into the shower. The water turned pink from the blood. It was nasty. You felt sick, but the shower helped you clear your thoughts. But then the memory came back. The memory of Bucky kissing you. His hands on your hips. It felt so intense.

That evening, the two of you had gone to bed earlier. You were tired. The room was only slightly lit by the moonlight. Both you and Bucky were staring at the ceiling. You felt like you had to speak up, break the silence.

"Bucky." You said softly. "When you were talking to me at the party, before the fight..." you trailed off. He looked at you. "Why couldn't I bite my lip?" You asked shyly.

He hummed. "It was distracting."

"You kissing me was also distracting." You remarked. He let out a small chuckle.

"I know. We nearly let him escape." He said.

You sat up straight and looked back at him. "We? You kissed me. I don't know what you're talking about."

"You didn't kiss me back."

"I was shocked." You started to feel uncomfortable.

"I could tell." You could practically hear him smirk. "I could also tell that you liked it."

You turned around to face him, nearly touching his thigh with your leg. "Cocky bastard, I don't even like to go near you." You crossed your arms.

He sat up as well, sitting close to you. "I gotta say, you look really good naked." He said, referring to when he saw you running, naked, for your towel.

"I said don't look!" You slapped him peacefully, a blush on your cheeks.

"I couldn't help it." He placed his hand on your cheek. "I want you to kiss me back." His voice was rough.

You couldn't speak, only nod. He closed the space between you and you kissed back immediately. Passionate and intense. Your hand was in his hair, pulling slightly at the strands.

Now you certainly had to remember to thank Tony.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Mother dragon (13); Winchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Boy oh boy do I got some news for you all. Yesterday I took the time after having thanksgiving lunch/dinner, and I finished this chapter from start to finish. Which means now that this chapter is done, I can post up the remaining two chapters that I’ve had done for months now. So that means this story is finally complete and will come to an end today. I hope you all enjoy the final binge reading. Cause since I’ve managed to update so much throughout this break, I’m gonna hold off on updates till I finish everything school related.

Taglist:

@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@ixchel-9275

@waddles03

@platawnic

@deanscroissant

@onebigfangirlworld

@izzyisavengersupernaturaltrash

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By mid-morning, we finally arrived back at the den. Deacy phased back into his human form as I was clinging onto his back feeling my vision going in and out once again.

“Deacy—why?”

“Be thankful that Warren came back and got us when he did. Now why the hell would you sacrifice yourself like that? Percy could’ve killed you!” oh great now I’m getting the parental lecture from my own son.

I was then set down onto the floor and Deacy turned around and gripped my arms as he snapped at me again.

“Why would you foolishly use yourself as bait and be sent over to Percy!? Are you really that stupid mum!?”

“Hey I was trying to save your Beta. Would you rather have him be dead than—” suddenly I felt faint and began falling forward.  Then from anger to worry, Deacy’s whole demeanor changed as he began to cry out.

“Mum? Mum! What’s…..what’s wrong mum?”

“She’s been injected with acid venom.” I heard Cas’ voice say.  I felt Stephen’s hands come up and brush the hair away from my neck and he said.

“He’s right. That’s definitely acid venom. Kisara and I need to drain the venom out before there’s any further damage done to her.” I was then picked up bridal style and once again I felt myself flying up into the sky.

*3rd Person POV*

“I’ll get Kisara.” Apophis stated he took off flying to find his mate and tell her about their midwife mother dragon.  Deacy just stared up in absolute horror said.

“If anything happens to her I’ll—”

“Hey Deacon, relax. She’ll be okay. If she’s somehow managed to survive being injected for this long, she may pull through.” Sam assured him as he placed a comforting hand on the Alpha dragon’s shoulder.

“Yeah. She’s been attacked by a pack of Vetalas, vamps, werewolves, being possessed by a demon, dick angels and even the crazed human now and again.” Deacon turned towards him with a look that said ‘is this supposed to make me feel better?’ while Sam looked at his brother with a ‘really?’ look.

“What Dean’s trying to say is…..she’s a tough girl. She’ll be okay.”

“But this is impossible to begin with. I’ve seen dragons die with just a scratch of acid spitter venom. It’s almost equivalent to a black mamba’s. If she hadn’t died yet, I fear what has and will happen to her.”

Up in the healing wing, both Kisara and Stephen worked together in making a concoction as well as ‘anti-venom’ of sorts to try and counteract the venom she’s probably been exposed to.

“And you guys said she was still able to function?” asked Kisara as she prepped the potion.

“Yes. It’s—it’s almost a miracle on how she’s managed to survive. Based on the rash that’s already on her neck, it looks like she’s been injected more than once. I—I honestly don’t know if this’ll work.”

“It’s got to though, or at least we have to try. For our alpha’s sake.”

“Right, right, is the anti-venom ready yet?”

“Yeah, where do you want me to inject her?”

“It’s best if it’s at the source. So right here 4 inches above her main vein artery in her neck.” Stephen said as he placed the final piece, a lock of (y/n)’s hair into a hex bag to prepare the spell that would help the healing process go faster.  Kisara walked over to (y/n)’s unconscious body and kneeled down beside her.

“I’m sorry mother dragon.” She whispered.  She then injected the serum into her neck and the second the needle went away, Stephen took over and placed the hex bag near her and began to chant a healing incantation in old Norwegian tongue.

The rash around (y/n)’s neck began to glow a bright green.  Kisara kept a watchful eye on (y/n) as Stephen’s got faster and more intense as he repeated the same chant over and over again.  Then after Stephen ceased the chanting, (y/n) shot up gasping for air.

*My POV*

I woke up with a start and I saw Kisara and Stephen sitting over me.

“Easy (y/n), easy. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Kisara assured me.  I looked up at her and said.

“What happened?”

“You passed out from the acid spitter venom. Stephen and I tried to help cure you of the venom.”

“Did it work?”

“We’ll see. I mean—after all you are the only person to survive acid spitter venom. Anyone and anything that gets exposed to venom like that falls down dead within minutes. And to a human it should’ve killed you instantly.”

“Stephen don’t scare the poor woman.” Kisara hissed. She turned back towards me and said, “I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’m just happy they brought you back from Percy’s alive.” She hugged me and I hugged her back.

A knock was soon heard at the door and Stephen went up to thee door and opened it to reveal the guys as well as Apophis, Warren and Deacon.

“How is she?” asked Sam.

“Why don’t you come and see for yourself Winchester?” the three of them immediately came in and Sam was the first one to approach me.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I think so. I mean I don’t feel as tired as I have been the past 24 hours.” He sighed in relief and was the first one to hug me.  I rubbed his arm and that’s when Cas came up next and hugged me back.

“I thought we’d lost you.”

“Sorry to worry you Cas. But you of all people should know it’s hard to keep me dead.”

“Even I know that. A true Winchester even though you’re not one by blood.” Said Dean as he ruffled my hair and was the last one to embrace me.

“You sure you’re okay?” asked Apophis.  Dean separated from me and I turned towards the Egyptian dragon and said.

“Yeah. I mean like I said at least I don’t feel as shitty as I have been back with Percy.” I then turned to Deacon who looked like he had something on his mind. “Deacy? You okay sweetie?” he turned towards me and came up to me.  He knelt down and placed his forehead to my lap.

“I’m sorry mum. I’m so—so sorry.” I stroked my hand through his hair and said assuringly and motherly.

“It’s okay. I’m here Deacy. You know that it takes more than venom to take down your mother, huh?” he looked up at me, tears brimming in his eyes.

“I just—when I was told that you had been taken to Percy I just…..I was so afraid at what he’d do to you. Or that he—already had killed you had he found out who you really were.”

“Well he tried to find out, but I didn’t squeal about our relationship.”

“Yeah just told him about us.” piped in Dean.

“I was drugged so watch it Dean.” I warned him with a sharp look before turning back to Deacon.  “I promise Deacy, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You really mean that?”

“Yes. Consider it a mother’s promise.” He smiled softly.

“You’ve been so kind to me mum, better than any human has been to me in years.”

At that moment, a portal opened up at the side of the healing wing and the next thing I saw, Warren’s tail tossed Sam, Dean and Cas through the portal.

“But as long as Percy’s alive, he’s still a threat to you. It pains me to say this but (y/n) (l/n). As the Alpha dragon I forbid you from coming back to this sanctuary until Percy is either dead, or I am.”

“Whoa-whoa, wait no Deacon what are you doing?!” he picked me up and took me towards the portal.

“I can’t risk your life again. I’ve already lost one mum and I can’t afford to lose another one. Just know that I will always love you.” He then tossed me through the portal and I landed on the other side of it.

“No!” but before I could take another step, the portal disappeared.  “No. No. No, no, no, no! No! No! NOOO!!!” I screamed as I pounded on the ground.

“That sneaky son of a—”

“Dean.” Sam said stopping his brother from finishing that statement.  I felt Cas’ hands on my shoulders and I sobbed out.

“How could he?”

“He must’ve thought this was the best for you. Just like you’ve done for him.” I lowered my head and allowed a couple of tears to fall from my face.

*3rd Person POV*

Everyone but Kisara wore a face of shock.

“Deacon how—how could you?”

“Kisara.” Apophis stopped her.  With eyes filled with regret, Deacon immediately turned away and walked out of the healing wing.

“Why did you boys agree to this? What the hell were you three thinking?”

“She was captured by Percy Kisara. Deacon knew that even if he got a vow from Percy to not touch or harm her, he’d still do it. Even if she were the Alpha’s mother.” Warren stated.

“That makes her more of a target than even Deacon. He told us that once we got her back, it was best to send her home. Because not even someone like Percy would know where the Men of Letter’s American bunker could be at.” Apophis said.

“Because they have various abandoned bunkers and locations. It’s—it’s what’s best for them.” Stephen finished as he began to clean up his station.  With nothing but silence in the room, Warren was the first to leave, followed by Apophis and finally Kisara.

Stephen sighed heavily and turned to where he just had the portal opened a second ago before whispering.

“I’m sorry (y/n).”

*My POV*

After pulling myself together and the four of us walking ahead, it turned out that Deacon had ordered Stephen to take us back to the bunker.  We entered inside and all was quiet with Deacon now gone.

Of course I immediately left the guys and went to be by myself.  I showered and cleaned myself up as well as ease all the bruises that I probably had not just from the torture but also the dragon training I had been doing.  

As I stared at myself in my black robe with a towel over my head, I just stared at myself through the mirror.  I swished across my mirror to rid of the misty heat that got onto the mirror and couldn’t believe what my son had just done.

He actually played me like a fiddle and now he’s forbidden me from going to him until either Percy is dead or until he’s dead. I can’t believe he’d do that to me, how could he do that to me?

I removed my towel which allowed my hair to collapse and as I began to brush through it, something caught my eye.  I narrowed my eyes and hopped up onto my sink and turned my head to the left and noticed something at the back of my neck starting from behind my earlobe.

It was a small scar about 4-5 inches that looked like a small incision.

“Sam!” I cried out.

Now dressed I was sitting in the map room while Sam looked over the incision on the back of my neck.

“Yeah this—this is definitely too shallow to be a dragon cut. And you’re sure you don’t remember getting nicked when you fell down the hole with Warren?”

“I swear all that happened to me was just bruising on my back. There wasn’t any twigs or branches in the trap, it was all dirt and soil.”

“Okay. Well then, are you sure you want me to cut it open?”

“Call me paranoid or just seen too many spy movies, but I need to know exactly what Percy might’ve done to me while I was high off acid venom.” He took out his scalpel and handed me one of my belts.

I placed the belt in my mouth and took a deep inhale in before exhaling out.  I nodded to him and he nodded back before beginning to slowly cut down the incision. I let out a growl and breathed harshly and heavily as he trailed downwards.

“Hey Sammy, I’m running out to—what the hell is going on here!?”

“Dean what the hell?! You’re lucky I had to take the blade away from her otherwise I could’ve killed her.” Sam snapped.

“Sam what exactly are you doing?” Cas said as he came to us.

“(Y/n) found a stitched up incision on her neck. She believe Percy might’ve done something to her while she was drugged.” I looked at the other two as I breathed harshly trying to recover from the pain of having a blade cut through my skin.

“What do you think he did to you?” asked Dean.

“She thinks she might be bugged or something.”

“What you mean like chipped?”

“Yeah.” Dean and Cas looked to me and Dean said.

“(N/n), not to say I don’t believe you but don’t you think you’re being a little too paranoid.” I took the belt out of my mouth and said.

“No Dean. Based on what I’ve been told about him, never would he just let us go like that. It can’t be just because I’m the Alpha’s mother. He’s planning something, but I don’t know what. Cause the Parents of the alpha to dragons are revered more than the Alpha themselves, if Percy knew that I would be worth more than Deacy and the entire nest combined.”

“It struck me as suspicious too. A revered dragon trapper such as himself would never let go of his prey. Nor anyone who has tried to stop him. So why us?” Cas added in.

“Okay so, shall I continue?” asked Sam as he held up his scalpel again.  I nodded and put my belt back in my mouth.

“Hold on (y/n).” Cas came up to me and placed his fingers to my forehead and instead of passing out, I felt a little numb. He also took the belt out of my mouth and he said to Sam “Okay Sam, now do it.”

“Cas are you—”

“It’s alright Dean. I’ve just made her numb to the blade. She can’t feel it.” As Sam placed the blade back to my neck and continued the downward cut, turns out Cas was right.  I was completely numb to the pain of the blade, I could feel myself being cut but I wasn’t in pain.

Once he was done, he put it down then took out two pairs of tweezers and used one to open the flab of my skin while he used the other one to dig around.

It wasn’t long however when he pulled something out and to my worst nightmare, it was what I feared it was.

Percy had bugged me with a tracker.

As Cas healed up my mini-surgery and I picked up the tracker, my heart dropped.

“Is that—” started Dean.

“A tracker. He—oh god he knows.” I sat up in a panic. “he knows where the nest is. He knows exactly where we went and he knew Deacon would probably send us home. They’re defenseless. He’ll take them all, we’ve—we’ve gotta help him!” But before I could race off back to my room, Sam stopped me and said.

“Hang on (y/n). We—we don’t know what exactly we’ll be up against. We need to—rationalize before we run head first.”

“Rationalize? Sam by the time we do, Percy will have taken them all hostage. He’ll kill every single one of them. The dragonlings, the females, Kisara who is pregnant in case you have forgotten. And sell them off or worse mount their heads like trophies!”

“So—what you’re ultimately suggesting is that we just run in head first into a battle with probably hundreds of dragon hunters and trappers, those acid spitting sons of bitches and Captain Hook?” asked Dean.

The two of us stared each other down.  At this point I thought we were about to go toe to toe once again about helping my son who is a dragon and he having a beef with helping monsters.

But I was surprised at what Dean said next.

“I like those odds.”

“What now?” I asked confused.

“I mean hell we’ve been through worse situations than this. Plus no one bugs my sister but me.” I narrowed my eyes at him but I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he was willing to help.

“The dragons have done much for us, the least we can do is help them. Whether the Alpha wants it or not.” Said Cas.  Sam looked at us like we were crazy but one look from me and he said with a sigh.

“Well there’s nothing I can say to change your mind is there?” I shook my head no. “Alright we’ll do it. But just one thing; how are we gonna get back to England fast enough?”

“I have a few ideas.” I said with a smirk.

[dear-indies]

Eight Legged Freaks (2002) Quotes! - trigger warnings: spiders, guns, and nsfw mentions

Inspired by @syfyhq​​!

“I will be self-assured and confident around women.”

“ I will not fear the unexpected.”

“They’ve been like this all week.”

“Must be something extra tasty in the water.”

“The sun is going down, my nocturnal hunters.”

“It’s time to come out and feed.”

“I’ve calculated a growth factor of twelve percent over the last forty-eight hours.”

“All from eating these bugs? Maybe I should try some.”

“Run, little guys.”

“They can’t outrun the food chain.”

“Imagine yourself the size of that fly. A scytodes spitter would be as big as a Cadillac.”

“You’d be spider chow, kid.”

“Are the new tarantulas in here?”

“That is too cool.”

“Male tarantulas compete for the female’s attention.”

“Each one tries to bring her the best present.”

“The prey is cocooned alive so she can eat them in her nest.”

“You know how women love breakfast in bed.”

“Take a look, the female of the species is three times as big as the male.”

“She fills her prey with digestive acid to liquify the internal organs.”

“Now watch... She’ll drink her victim from the inside out. While it’s still alive!”

“And you wonder why my mom doesn’t like me hanging out with you.”

“Arachnids have been roaming the earth for millions of years.”

“And they’ll be here long after the human race is dead and buried.”

“Do that again and I feed you to the parrot.”

“Hope you like bologna!”

“The spitters fire poisonous snot.”

“The tarantulas mummify their prey.”

“NASA uses spider webs in outer space. And for medicine.”

“Better late than never.”

“Hang on, babydoll!”

“Party’s over, gentlemen. Off the bikes.”

“There is something very sexy about an older woman in uniform.”

“Her nine-millimeter gives me a stiffy.”

“You just bought yourself a reckless.”

“Can’t you give ’em a break?”

“No sweat, babydoll.”

“Relax, bee-otch. It’s all good.Do you get off on humiliating me?”

“This bad girl act doesn’t suit you.”

“You are so over protective.”

“You need to start trusting me.”

“I thought you wanted to get out of town.”

“As I was saying, Chemical Technologies has been looking for viable storage sites.I think most of us are insulted that some outsiders thinkzour town is a perfect place to dump toxic waste.”

“Isn’t this just your latest getrich quick scheme?”

“Your mall has more employees than customers.”

“With one phone call I could put together a deal that would make us all very rich.”

“Let people know the aliens walk among us.”

“I don’t think it’s fair for one person to wield that much power.”

“I want him locked up!”

“I didn’t give them permission to go into the mines.”

“I asked you a question, you greedy son of a bitch!”

“I’m trying to keep the peace.”

“Where did you learn that it’s okay to talk to me like this?”

“He’s hot for an old guy.”

“I’m not proud of it.”

“Oh something’s broken? What else is new?”

“You need to pay these by the end of the month.I’m glad you like my bologna sandwiches.”

“And maybe you didn’t know him so well after all.Stop screwing around...!Work it, babe.

“I’m just going to the mall.”

“I can’t finish if you keep interrupting!”

“The bug spray is on aisle five!”

“You want mousetraps!? Is that it?! Aisle five!”

“That’ll be three fifty-two.”

“I had spiders at my house too.”

“We need an exterminator not a sheriff.”

“Everyone’s having pest problems!”

“I’ve found more tracks. Even larger now.”

“That was a trapdoor spider’s burrow.”

“What if they didn’t stop growing?”

“What if they broke out of their tanks.”

“That could be why the other species are coming out into the open.”

“They’re trying to get away from the giant spiders.”

“The ecosystem is out of balance.”

“When I medal at the X-Games, Honda will give me full sponsorship.”

“I thought you loved me.You don’t have to play the good girl.”

“I told you to back off!Please! Open the door! I’m sorry!”

“Do you know how embarrassing that is?”

“Get out of here! They’re coming!”

“The phones went down for some reason.”

“I wanted to surprise you with a special dinner.”

“Have you noticed anything strange in the mines?”

“Were they running away from something?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Spiders shed their skins when they grow.”

“This is a tarantula’s leg.”

“It’s an exoskeleton, to be scientific.”

“See! Male tarantulas wrap their prey in webbing.”

“Those are quills! Tarantulas can flick them at you like darts!”

“Giant tarantulas?”

“If there were giant spiders roaming the desert, don’t you think somebody would’ve seen them by now?”

“The jumpers hunt in daylight. But not the others. They only come out when the sun goes down!”

“Remind me never to let you do my laundry.”

“I’m doing spider research!”

“Wow! A scytodes spitter!”

“The scytodes spits a gooey discharge to immobilize their prey.”

“Watch its fangs!”

“The spitter’s fangs move from side to side as it fires!”

“There aren’t enough wine coolers in the world to calm me down!

“Spitters, jumpers, orb weavers, tarantulas...”

“We need to make an emergency broadcast.”

“Giant spider invasion.”

“A pack of rabid coyotes is loose in town.”

“Arm yourselves with any weapons you can find.”

“Stay together and head for the mall.”

“Trapdoors! They’re all around us!”

“Be cool, little dude.”

“They’re locked.”

“You pump the slide to jack in a fresh round. Point at your target and squeeze.”

“They can’t handle the sunlight. They were waiting in the mines for the sun to go down!”

“They’re growing very fast.”

“They need food to sustain that kind of development.”

“Hey, loverboy... you’ve got a town to save.”

“I didn’t know you wore cologne.”

“It’s spider repellent.”

“This always looks so easy on TV!We’re being attacked by giant spiders!”

“The entire town has been overrun!”

“Defend the human race!”

“They’re trapping us like ants in a log! Once they have all the exits blocked, they’ll come in through the last one!They’re going to kill us, you stoner!”

“We should be able to hold them off for a little while.”

“Don’t waste your bullets.”

“I thought you were a goner, boy!”

“We’re trapped again!”

“Toxic waste.”

“Ewww... what’s that smell?They don’t have hair. They aren’t fully grown tarantulas.”

“This is our chance to kill them all.”

“When the power comes on, the bulb will ignite the methane and torch them!”

“I need to set the fuse as close to the spiders as I can.”

“I hate spiders.”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here!”

[jeanna-nottaylor-swift]

Chapter 2

Part 2.) Dark Carnival

I can't fight without you

Driving down the highway, Ellis made a quick stop due to the cars parked side by side.

Everyone got out.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news guys, but unless Ellis knows how to build a monster truck, we ain't driving through this." Nick pointed out.

"Sorry, guys, guess this wasn’t such a hot idea after all."

"Don't sweat it, Ellis, at least you got us out of that mall."

The small group grabs their health packs and a gun, climbing over a white car. Coach noticed a Whispering Oaks advertisement.

"Hey! Whispering Oaks! Shit I used to go here as a kid!" Coach smiled.

"Oh good! Now we get to die here as adults." Was the sarcastic remark from Nick. He then took a look at his surroundings. "These abandoned cars go on for MILES."

"Maybe they left 'em when they got rescued."

"That's... One theory."

The group climbed over cars taking out zombies that ran towards them.

"Trucks blocking the way." Ellis nodded in the direction he was heading around the truck. When he was attacked by a Jockey.

"Is this thing humping me?!" He cried out, and the others weren't far behind.

"GET HIM OFF!"

Coach shot it dead, and Ellis thanked him.

"Down this off ramp" Nick commanded . He ignored his beating heart at the sight of blood dripping off his nose. "You got a cut, Ace."

Ellis took his two fingers, index and middle, and touched the bleeding cut along the bridge of his nose.

Nick stopped walking and turned back, pulling a band-aid out of his health pack. "Here." And he placed it along the cut and wiped the blood off his nose with his white sleeve, what's a little more blood, right?

Ellis' face burned and it showed it, red blush that burned even his ears.

Walking down the street, they came across a motel. The road ahead of it was barricaded.

"We'll have to cut through here." Rochelle stated.

Ellis noticed the light blinking within a red car parked in front.

"Hey, don't shoot that car."

They went up the stairs and checked the rooms for supplies they might need.

Rochelle found pills. Nick found a molotov. Ellis found a pipe bomb. And Coach found a bottle of what appears to be boomer bile. Contents of the smelly infected.

"Goo!" Rochelle called out running forward leaving the boys behind.

"Get out of the spitter goo!" Nick shoved Ellis back. Rochelle shot the Spitter in the face, killing it. Causing it to leak more goo.

The toxic acid cleared up and the survivors were able to walk along the second flooring. Rochelle taking the lead."Through this door."

Round and about the group made it's way through the motel and stalked the back. Looks like the only way towards the search lights is down.

"Be careful on the way down!" Nick warned.

"HoOo hold on." Rochelle stuttered as she slid down the steep slope.

"Woah woah woah!" Ellis slid down behind her, "let's do that again!"

Coach and Nick followed.

Walking through a small river, the group shot zombies surrounding a car. Out of no where came a charger and it hurled itself at Nick, grabbing him and throwing Coach out of the way.

"Shoot the big guy pounding me into the ground!"

Ellis and Rochelle did as told while Coach pulled himself to his feet.

The charger released Nick once it had died. He stretched his back and they all walked up the hill.

"Whisperin' Oaks! We made it." Ellis cheered. But his cheer didn't last long. Another tank came around and charged at the survivors. Nick missed the tank and shot the car parked in the parking lot, setting of the alarm.

"This is why we have guns!" He called out in a panic. Here they come, drawn to the noise.

The tank swung at Nick sending him soaring. Zombies went after him.

Coach threw his bile on the tank and the zombies went after him instead of them. Making their job a little easier. Everything was dead in minutes. Nick threw an arm around Ellis, he was hurt badly.

"C'mon, Nick. We'll patch you up in the safe house." Ellis encouraged him.

Coach shut the door behind them. And Ellis sat Nick on the floor.

"Don't worry, don't worry... I'm not done yet."

"Here, let me help ya. That's what friends are for!" Ellis pulled out his health pack and started patching Nick up, slowly, trying not to hurt him anymore than he was.

"Thanks, Killer." He threw a lopsided grin, still hyped up on painkillers Rochelle gave him.

A short while later. Everyone was ready to go, and left the safe room. Wandering through the carnival.

A clown caught sight of the survivors and it honked as it ran towards them, bringing more zombies with it.

"That clown's bringing friends, man! Take him down!" Ellis called as a smoker pulled him back.

Nick hadn't noticed for a horde had surrounded him.

"Ah! Smokers got me!"

Nick glanced in Ellis' direction while pushing back the infected with his axe. Thankfully Coach had gotten to him. They cleared the infected and walked through the entrance of the carnival.

The group had passed a public bathroom and walked pasted a few games. On a picnic table next to a gun game, were actual guns.

Everyone grabbed a new gun or stocked up on ammo, and proceeded around tents. A jockey rode Coach into a storage room.

Rochelle shot it. Walking in the storage room, the group kept in silence. Another clown zombie brought it's posey and attacked the survivors. Once dead, the group went back outside, and walked around the corner, approaching 'Kiddie Land'.

Ellis cheered, "Holy SHIT, guys, KIDDIE LAND!"

"I swear, doesn't it sometimes feel like we're babysitting?" Coach whispered to Rochelle.

"Well he's just trying to make the best of a bad situation." She replied.

"He's like a five-year-old with guns. And a comprehensive grasp of every swear word in the English language." Nick added.

Rochelle sighed, " I wish I could be that happy... Oh to hell with it! WHOO KIDDIE LAND!"

Not a zombie in sight. That's strange.

The group walked around the children rides and games. And down a pathway to the back of the maintenance building. Inside there were a few melee weapons.

"A ninja sword." Ellis smiled a devilish grin, that made Nicks heart race. They climbed to the roof that was the top of the racing slide.

Up the slide came the one and only Tank. He was a rough one, angry and strong. Slamming Nick into a metal guard rail at the beginning of the slide. Coach shot at it and it went after him. Pushing him down the slide. Then chased after him.

Ellis picked up Nick, who could barely stand.

"Sport, just put me down and fight the damn tank." He spoke lazily.

He did what he was told and slid down after the Tank, shooting it dead. Immediately after it died Ellis was already back up the stairs to grab his teammate.

"Let me patch ya up." He pulled out his Heath pack and started fixing Nick's wounds.

"Y-you don't have to-" Nick fought back weakly.

"Here ya go. Had no use for this anyhow." Interrupted Ellis. He smiled once Nick was able to stand on his own.

"My back hurts..." He winked.

Ellis helped him down the stairs, and the group went up the stairs to an operating room. Not the kind for surgeries. Ellis handed Nick a bottle of pain pills. And grabbed one for himself.

He secretly hoped he wasn't making his crush too obvious.. That'd be a pain in the ass to deal with.

Nick thanked Ellis and the group jumped over to a carousel, the only way they had to go, for the rest was blocked off. They didn't really have a game plan other than to keep wandering until they thought of something.

Coach started up the ride and once the gate was open they ran through the ride fighting off the oncoming horde. They were all attracted to the annoying music. Clowns brought more, and so did boomers.

Ellis swung his sword once he ran out if ammo. Keeping everything away from Ellis, Nick was determined to keep him safe. He needed to keep his thoughts together. Sure, Ellis was cute, but sooner or later they would all split up, or one of the two would die.

"Nick! Shut off that alarm!" Ellis called out right before a hunter pinned him to the ground. Nick refused Ellis' demand and killed the hunter. Coach shut off the alarm, instead.

Rochelle ran and shot clown zombies and their hordes. Coach found a safe room in the tunnel of love.

Nick shut the door and locked it, Ellis sat down to catch his breath, refilling his gun.

He wanted to tell Nick, he really did.

He wasn't sure how Nick would react. And Ellis knew he was straight. His 'ex wife' was proof of that. But the worlds ending and life's too short now to leave Ellis wandering in his thoughts. Thinking about it made his face flush and he berried his face in his hands.

"You okay, Ace?" Nick sat next to him, rubbing his shoulder with a kind voice.

Nick thought he was crying, where in reality he was just embarrassed.

Ellis looked up when he figured his face had returned to its normal color.

"I thought you were crying!" Nick laughed.

"N-no just kind of processing it all." He lied.

"Well get up. We have to get going."

"Yeah."

Coach and Rochelle left first and shot zombies down the ramp.

Nick leaned over and whispered to Ellis, "Hey, I think Coach is into Rochelle."

"I'm into you." Was the response from Ellis, who didn't even look at Nick,but followed after Coach and Rochelle.

He can't believe he just did that. He wasn't even thinking! It's just came out!

Nick stood there, in shock. He realized if he stood there he'd be killed. So he ran after his team. He could not believe Ellis said that. 'Maybe it was a joke.' 'Maybe he just wanted to be funny.' His mind was in shambles and he couldn't concentrate. He allowed a smoker to pull him away from his team, forcing Rochelle to turn back and cut him free.

Ellis was just as bad. Running through the tunnel of love all he could think about was how he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

'There is absolutely no way I can play that one off!' He thought to himself. Nick was really good at hiding his emotions. His face said "nothing happened" but his actions beg to differ. He kept staring at Ellis and Ellis avoided even glancing in his direction.

Another tank made it's way toward the survivors, squeezing it's large body through the narrow tunnel. Knocking over the swans soaked in zombie blood.

It didn't take long before it was dead, although it did put up a fight. Not a big one, but enough to weaken the team.

"Into the swan maintenance room of love!" Ellis fake commanded. Coach and Rochelle false saluted.

"Crying bitch." Ellis hushed, "Y'all better kill ya lights."

A witch was walking near the stairs going, that led up into a water pressure room. The survivors stood puzzled, unsure of what to do. They could not go upstairs without disturbing her. They all pointed their guns, aiming for her head, and they all shot rapidly at the same time, killing her before she could attack. Up the stairs they went, grabbing a few odds and ends. And wound up going through a hole back into the tunnel. Killing infected that had hid in the shadows. A spitter spat it's acid in the direction of the survivors splitting them up. A hunter took that as an opportunity to pounce on Nick who wasn't paying attention, and pin him. "GET IT! GET IT!"

Rochelle shot it and pulled Nick up.

The goo cleared up and the small group and proceeded down the tunnel.

"I feel a breeze!"

There was a large hole in the wall that lead to an outside section. Stepping outside a helicopter flew over head. They tried to chase after it, running through a fenced off area and to the beginning of the roller coaster none other than the Screaming Oak. The only was to follow the 'copter, was the coaster. Not riding it. Run along it. Once Coach started the ride, the infected were attracted to the noise.

"Look Ellis, you finally get to ride that ride you wanted." Nick teased running ahead, taking the lead. Ellis was baffled, but thankful. At lease he was ignoring his mistake. Up and down and around the bend, they managed to make it to the other side of the ride and shut it off using the control panel. Just down a ramp was a safe room in a recreational shelter. A boomer waited inside, to cover the survivors in its zombie-attracting-goo.

"Christ in a hand basket, I'm gooed." Ellis swung an axe at the large infected, causing it to rupture. Monstrous amounts of zombies hovered the people, trying to get to them. Rochelle and Nick made it into the safe room, but the remaining infected swarmed Ellis and Coach.

Coach shoved the zombies back and Nick took that small window of opportunity to grab Ellis' shoulder and pull him inside, tripping over a bar on the floor, Nick caught Ellis on instinct wrapping his arms around him as his back hit the floor. Rochelle grabbed Coach's arm and yanked him in as well, Ellis scrambled and kicked the door shut, then Rochelle locked it.

Nick helped Ellis up, and Ellis quickly walked over to the other side and set his gun down, leaning on a couple of boxes.

Rochelle and Coach, caught on to the strange behavior, but didn't say anything.

"Can we talk?" Nick sat next to Ellis who was leaning against a set of stacked boxes in fetal position.

Ellis' face grew scarlet, "Y-yeah-"

Nick wasn't sure how to put it, "I-" he rubbed the back of his neck, "about what you said..."

"Listen about that-"

"Did you mean it?" Nick interrupted.

"What?" Ellis was completely taken back by his question.

"Did you mean it? What you said?" He repeated.

Not sure how to respond, Ellis just gapped at the lost of words.

"Am I speaking a foreign language?" Nick threw a lopsided grin in Ellis' direction.

"W-why are you asking?" Ellis fiddled with this thumbs.

"Because I've been played before." He scoffed sarcastically. "And I don't want it happening again." He looked serious.

"I-I-I Mean- you're- you're cute..." He stuttered. "Wait you're-?"

"Yup. Hence why I have an ex-wife."

"...oh..."

There was silence. Ellis was confused and Nick was losing his patience. "Did you mean it or not?"

Ellis panicked, "I-I did.. I like y-"

Nick put a finger up to his lips, shushing the boy.

"I'm no good for you, Ace. I'm trouble. You're cute and all, but I'm a mess."

That slightly irritated Ellis,"The worlds gone to absolute shit and you're worried about how much trouble y'are? Then why'd ya even ask?" Ellis stood up and stormed out of the safe house and rapidly shot zombies that ran after him.

Nick didn't think Ellis could tell him off like that. The truth is, Nick wasn't sure how he felt about the young hillbilly.

Running after Ellis, the group shot the straggling zombies that chased after Ellis running through a picnic area. Ellis didn't care, he was upset, and mad, and just so confused. If Nick didn't want to be with him he shouldn't have addressed it.

He ran ahead, running through a stopped bumper cars game and ran to the operating section in the back. Everyone tried to catch up to him but he wasn't paying attention.

The three survivors called after him, but he wouldn't listen. He was so lost in thought he didn't hear a witch rocking and ran right into her, causing her to screech an attack him. The other survivors were farther behind, so it took longer to get to their fallen teammate, allowing the witch to do more damage to Ellis.

By time they had caught up to him he had shot the witch but he was bleeding out. He was barely awake when Nick pulled him up. He couldn't stand on his own and scarlet liquid stained his shirt. Nick lied him on his back and lifted his shirt, revealing the gashes across his chest and stomach.

"N-nick.." He fought weakly.

"Shut up. Let doctor Nick fix you up!" He frowned. He pulled out his health pack and did his best to patch him up, even if it was just until safety. Meanwhile, Coach and Rochelle kept watch and killed any zombies running their way.

Nick could barely stitch some of Ellis' deeper wounds because his hands were shaking and although his face showed no emotion, he was absolutely terrified. One of his teammates were dying and only he could save him. The fact it could actually be someone he might care about just made matters worse. He slowly started to panic and Ellis had lost conscience.

"Shit shit shit!"

Nick took off his jacket and wiped away the excess blood making the wounds a little more visible.

He calmed himself and and managed to fix him up, the bleeding had stopped and he's in critical condition. But he'll pull through, he's strong.

Nick threw Ellis on his back and they walked through more games and such.

In order to get it a needed section, it looked like they needed to go up and over. Nick prayed for an absence of a tank, because they would be absolutely fucked if one were to show up.

"Through this barn." Coach commanded and took the lead, he made sure not to get too far ahead. Rochelle shot zombies, protecting Nick and Ellis.

Coach grimaced at the sight of dead animals lying on their sides.

Ellis was getting heavy, but Nick refused to let him go. It's his fault he was in this mess, so he was going to fix it. Maybe they can patch him up better in the safe house. He'll make it. He has to!

Running through the back on the barn a smoker snuck up on the survivors and used his advantages, wrapping his tongue around Nick forcing him to drop Ellis and slide back into a gate. Rochelle shot the infected and helped Nick, while Coach grabbed Ellis and they walked out the back of the barn. The group had to climb the roofs which was a pain in the ass trying to get Ellis up there and not drop him off the side of the building.

"We have to open this gate." Rochelle pulled a switch, the gates squeaked and a horde had started to form. Nick propped Ellis up in a corner and protected him with his life. He was angry with himself, for letting this happen. He shot clowns out of anger and killed a charger by himself. That was until he ran out of ammo. He still has his axe from that building. As soon as the gates opened completely he grabbed his fallen companion and ran to a safe house inside the stands of a concert area. A hunter pinned Coach but Nick couldn't go back to help him. Not until Ellis was safe. Rochelle and Coach ran inside once everything had cleared, slamming the door shut. "That was some close-ass shit." He panted.

Nick had already started removing Ellis' shirt to continue what he started. He was still breathing but he lost a lot of blood. Nick cleaned off the rest of the blood from his chest with his coat and water. He wasn't worried about his white jacket anymore because even without Ellis' blood on it, it wouldn't be white. Maybe he'd clean it later.

"We'll miss the chopper if we stay here too long."

"How we gunna signal it?"

"We set off their finale, that chopper pilot's gonna know something's up. Because nobody, and I mean nobody, has a bigger pyrotechnic show than the Midnight Riders."

"Coach, that just might be the stupidest idea I've ever agreed with." Nick called back to his remaining teammates. "But with a concert like that they'll be a shit ton of them meat bastards, and we can't protect the kid and ourselves."

Rochelle spoke up as she grabbed a pipe bomb on the shelf, "We'll wait for 20 minutes. If he doesn't wake up by then we have to leave him-"

"No!" Nick barked,"We can't just leave him."

"It's him or us, Hun. We'll shut the door so he's safe, but we need to leave." She cooed.

"Then you're on your own. I'll stay here."

Coach rolled his eyes, "Better hope he wakes up."

Nick knew he couldn't stay, but he knew much better that he couldn't leave Ellis here; It's his fault, he should've kept his mouth shut. Ellis was right though, the worlds gone to shit and he's worried about his reputation: not tainting it but living up to it, he'd just disappoint Ellis, over and over again.

Nick sighed, then slapped Ellis across his face hoping to rise him.

He smirked as the shorter hillbilly coughed and his eyes fluttered open. It was a little hazy but slowly he regained his sight, Nick being the first thing he saw.

"Yup... I hurt a'plenty." He groaned.

"Take these pills." Nick handed him 4 white capsules.

"Much obliged."

Nick handed him the water bottles they had found and he swallowed the pills.

The group wanted to make sure Ellis was okay before they started to the concert.

He was fine, other than the burning on his chest.

Running to the concert area the entire group was swarmed, a boomer had snuck up on them and puked. It took a little while, but eventually all of the infected were gone.

Coach ran up the audience and turned on the stage lights in the back, once they were on, Ellis grabbed a guitar and the group prepared for the horde about to come.

"Start it up!" He commanded.

Rochelle started the concert and Ellis decided to sing into the microphone,"Every lady's crazy when her daddy's not around... Gotta reach for the top, stay on the mountain... Check one, check one, two."

The cries from the infected echoed through the area, and the vessels followed soon after. Rochelle and Coach stayed at the top and fought the zombies coming along the top.

Nick and Ellis stayed on stage and fought those that were there. A hunter pounced on Nick and Ellis shot it instantly. It was a little awkward working with him, but it was what had to be done. Nick shoved back a boomer and shot it, preventing him from covering the survivors in goo and bringing more infected than necessary. A charger grabbed Coach and rammed him into a bar.

Nicks bullets couldn't reach it, so he shot a box of sparklers, causing it to go off and burn the charger.

Rochelle spotted a tank, just as it launched her. The boys rushed to her aid, and killed the tank, almost with ease. As soon as it was dead another horde came along, and another song played. Ellis ran out of ammo and was forced to use his guitar. Swinging it and smashing heads.

Nick watched him in awe as he stood in front of him swinging. Nick used his axe to save ammo, and swung behind them. Time passed and zombies kept on coming, then another tank: he was angry, but the survivors defeated it. The finale came on and music soared. Fireworks filled the sky and zombies filled the surface. A tank or two ran towards them and the helicopter flew in lower. Dust and wind blew as it came closer to the seatings. The group ran to the other side as fast as they could. Coach lifted Rochelle into the chopper and Nick pulled Ellis in. They sat there for a moment, no words. Just relief. The helicopter flew off leaving the zombies to themselves. Coach exhaled a deep breath, and Nick smiles as he places his hand on top of Ellis'. He liked Ellis too.

[tokyoteddywolf]

Super Sickness part one

More Super Pining AU since people have been asking for a sequel.

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"I'd really prefer it if you'd let me go, thanks. I have work today and I'd rather not-" A fist slammed on top of Lance's cage, effectively shutting him up as the ceiling dented.

"Quiet, hostage. Or I'll feed you to my lovely pet here." The villain sneered, the webs surrounding the area moving as the huge ass spider clicked its fangs menacingly.

Lance shuddered.

He hated spiders.

The Villain, Bugman or whatever, was fiddling with a second cage containing a half human, half assassin bug fusion. Lance was to fuse with a silk spitter spider, and he was in no way looking forward to that. Again, he absolutely hated spiders.

He wondered if he'd ever see his friends again, see his crushes again, God, what about his Mamá?! He bit back the threatening tears and focused on wriggling his wrists to free himself from the rope.

That was when the wall exploded.

No, seriously, the wall literally exploded. Fire billowed out and melted half of the metal around the entry point, the rest shattering like glass from the strength of the blast and shrapnel slamming into the fusion machine, burning holes through the spiderwebs.

"You're going to regret putting your filthy hands on Lance, asshole." The furious superhero, Red, snarled. Crimson scales lined his slitted eyes, decorating his bare arms and glimmering on his neck like heated rubies.

The Villain screeched and sent his 'pet' to attack the hero, the distractions enough for Altea and Black to slip in unnoticed and begin to free the captive humans.

"Guys! Thank god you're here, I really didn't want to become half spider!" Lance whispered as loud as he dared, Altea bending the bars and Black slicing the ropes off of the captured man.

"YOU DARE FREE MY FUTURE PETS?! UNFORGIVABLE! YOU WON'T LEAVE ALIVE!!!" The Villain roared, opening the cages of the few fusions he had managed to make.

The horrifying creatures shrieked and went wild, thrashing and slamming into Red, who was struggling enough with the venomous monster spider.

"Black, go help Red, I have Lance. I'll get him and the other civilians out of here, so don't hold back." Altea said once the rest of the captives were freed and huddling away from the blasts of fire and screaming mutants.

Black nodded and bolted away to help his partner, leaving Altea and Lance to guide the civilians to the melted opening the Heroes had arrived through. Below, Olkari had whipped up a large cushion out of leaves and several cupped vines, Balmeran also ready to catch the humans several stories above.

One by one, the terrified people jumped and were caught by the vines and bulky hero, until only Lance and Altea were left.

Lance was about to jump when a hissing spider pinned him to the ground. Claws dug into his body and he cried out in pain as clicking fangs crept closer to his neck.

Altea sprung into action, tackling the monster away from Lance, practically tearing the beast apart.

Lance struggled to his feet, bleeding and panting, but the Villain grabbed him and held him up at needlepoint. "One more move and he gets poisoned!"

Everyone froze. Except for Lance.

The Cuban man was absolutely sick of this nonsense, this had been the fifth time this month! How bad was his luck anyways? Lance was no damsel in distress, and he intended to make sure this asshole knew it. Besides, he did not intend to be late for work again. Iverson was a ruthless boss and ten times more terrifying than this asshole and his stupid bugs.

Shuddering, he pulled water out of the blood that was sluggishly dripping down his side and managed a discreet whip about two feet long, five if he stretched it.

In a flash the water was wrapped around the Villain's face, cutting off the man's air supply and forcing him to let Lance go.

The struggling bad guy gurgled for air and in a final, defiant act, jammed the poison syringe into Lance's back as the man scrambled away, missing the neck where he'd planned to hit but effective all the same.

Lance cried out and collapsed, Red roaring in rage as the civilian blacked out.

Lance didn't remember much after that, just a ton of hot flashes, then sudden cold, then pain and the feeling of needles in his skin, before everything went quiet and he could get some decent rest.

It felt like hours before he woke up to a familiar ceiling. He was stiff and sore, and he felt as though his body was boiling. He wasn't in his bed though.

He blinked awake a little further and froze in place when a gust of warm air, tinged with the smell of campfire smoke, brushed the back of his neck. He turned his head just enough to see exactly what he was lying on, and he really had to stop to appreciate the view.

Keith, in full dragon form, curled around him and currently sleeping in Lance's apartment.

The occasional puff of black smoke curled out from his muzzle, and his scales were smooth and enveloped Lance is a sea of warm reds and the occasional glimmer of purple.

His horns curled down the side of his head and followed along the line of his muzzle until they jutted sharply down, like giant fangs.

A bladed tail curled over Lance, the deadly spines facing outward so as not to impale the small human, and spike tipped wings were tightly folded on either side of the ridged spine so as not to accidentally destroy Lance's apartment.

A soft mew interrupted Lance's admiring, and Blue, the kitten that Allura had given him a few weeks ago as a birthday present, jumped up onto his lap with a purr.

"Hey beautiful, did you miss me?" Lance murmured, scratching behind the delighted gray kitten's ears. Behind him, Keith rumbled softly in his sleep.

Lance was too tired to move, so he readjusted himself against Keith's side and fell asleep again.

It felt like only a few minutes when he stirred again, a cool palm against his forehead that was absolute bliss to his heated skin. He groaned weakly, and someone shushed him while a hand ran through his hair soothingly.

He could barely make out the sounds of people talking.

"The doctor... antidote... most of the poison... sweat out the rest... shouldn't move... spider... cracked... his ribs."

"... been... days, Allura! ... fever should have ...by now... temperature... too high... normal!"

"Shiro, I know... worried... nothing we can do... doctor instructed... keep him in the hospital, but..."

"We... do something!"

Lance tried to listen a little harder, sound not quite back with him yet.

"I know. Keith usually doesn't lose it like he did, and trying... Lance away... disastrous. We have to cool him down... none of us... ice powers... I don't know what else to do."

"He could be dying, Allura! I can't lose anyone else!"

The sudden yelling jolted Lance into lucidity for a brief moment, the sick man watching as blurred shapes suddenly became a distraught Shiro holding his face in his hands while Allura pulled him into a gentle hug. He wondered what Shiro meant.

"Who's dying?" He croaked out, startling the other two humans in the room.

"Lance! How are you feeling, buddy?" Shiro asked, pulling away from Allura and making his way to where Lance lay. The white haired woman disappeared into the kitchen while Shiro knelt next to the sick Cuban, prosthetic hand brushing over Lance's cheek.

"Sore. And hot. I mean I'm usually hot but this is, like, uncomfortably hot? I'm boiling alive, that's probably how my Mamà would put it." Lance groaned, leaning into the cooled metal of Shiro's prosthetic. Keith was awake now, and scrutinized Lance with a critical eye.

"I know. I'm sorry, but you need to sweat this fever out. You have to stay warm for a little while longer, okay?" Shiro soothed, running his other hand through Lance's sweaty hair.

Lance whined in the back of his throat, displeased. "I don't like sweating. It's icky and gross and the salt damages my skin. I wanna shower."

Shiro chuckled. "You can shower in a little while, when you feel better. I don't want you to fall over in the bath, okay? Get some more rest and we'll see how you do in the morning."

Lance grumbled but snuggled back into Keith's scales, much to the dragon's pleasure.

"You shouldn't cry, Shiro. 'M not dead. Too cute to die." He mumbled as he drifted back off to sleep.

Shiro's startled face would be the last thing he saw until the dawn.

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Okay so I'm splitting the sequel into 2 parts. One: for dramatic effect and Two: because the next part has a bit more angst and a shit ton more fluff that tastes sweeter after a day or two of angsty cliffhangers ;3

Hope you enjoyed! Part two should be out soon, if school doesn't drag me to hell ^~^;;

[5hfanfiction]

The Swing Club - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 - Intimate at Last

Trigger Warning (just in case) - sexual content, unfaithfulness, cursing, Camila + Austin moments

  Long story short, Dinah crushed me in the game.

As we’re taking Dinah’s limo back to my place, Dinah can’t help but make fun of my pathetic bowling skills, or lack thereof.

“Walz were you even trying? Like, I think Seth my baby brother could have done better than you and the ball probably weighs more than the squirt! I mean, how do you even throw 6 balls in a row into the gutter?”

“Dinah! You know I’m not athletic at all! I’m just happy I didn’t drop the ball on my foot this time! Last time that happened my whole foot turned purple and I’m still certain I broke a toe!”

“Broke a toe? Walz, you didn’t break a toe! The ball landed on your foot, not your toes!”

“But your toes are attached to your foot Dinah, duh” I say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, which it is.

“Gurl, if you broke a toe you wouldn’t have been dancing with Austin the next night at that club,” she says pointedly.

Ah shit, she’d right, we did go clubbing the next day. But no, Dinah can’t win the bowling match and the argument.

So, I lie, only a white lie so I don’t count it as lying. It’s also Dinah, which is reason enough not to be bothered with lying just a little bit.

“You’re totally wrong Dinah! I skipped that night and watched the Notebook!” I said as convincingly as I could. Now this seemed believable, since it could be true. Everyone knew of my love for The Notebook and Ryan Gosling.

Dinah seemed to hesitate, you could almost see the wheels turning in her head.

Before she could say anything I decide to announce that I’m hungry.

“Dinah I am so hungry, I swear I could eat a whole cow.”

“Mila when are you not hungry?”

I pretend to think, “never, the answer is never.”

“Girl, we both knew. Now stop griping and groaning we’re almost at yours.”

I smile in satisfaction that Dinah had forgotten our previous conversation

We arrived back at my apartment, said our goodbyes and parted ways. Upon entering my home I felt two arms wrap around me in a comfortable manner and soft lips on my neck.

“Hey babe, where were you? I missed you.” Austin said softly in my ear.

I leaned into his touch getting ready to gloat about deciphering the little white paper that had confused us for days.

“Oh, nothing,” I say nonchalantly.

“I went bowling with Dinah,” I try to walk out of his arms now, but they hold me in place. Only slightly though. If I wanted to, I could exit his embrace, but I didn’t see the need to anymore.

“Bowling?” Austin says incredulously, “Camila, last time you went bowling with Dinah you dropped a ball on your foot,” he chuckled out loud.

“Ughhhhh, I know,” I said, “That was the first thing Dinah said too.”

Austin laughed lightly, “Of course she did, it wouldn’t be Dinah if she didn’t, right?”

At this moment Austin decided to let go of me. I move swiftly away from him and plop myself onto the floor to remove my shoes. My black converse fit snuggly on my feet and make me feel cool. Which is a lie, since I am the biggest dork I know, but I love it.

“So other than Dinah beating you in bowling today, did you do anything else?” Austin asks in a pleasant tone.

I give my husband a shocked look, mouth open, eyes wide, open hand across my chest and all.

“Who said Dinah beat me in bowling?”

Austin raises an eyebrow to me, “Are you telling me you won?” Austin looks doubtful at me.

“Well… no, but I did figure something out today!” I start excitedly.

“And what’s that baby?”

“I FIGURED OUT THE NOTE LAUREN AND LUIS GAVE US,” I announce loudly!

Austin’s eyes go wide, “no fucking way!” he exclaims excitedly. “How’d you do it? When is it? Where is it? You still want to go to it right?!”

“It was written in invisible ink! The black light at bowling let me see the message! The SUB event is at The Frolic room on September 18 at 8pm. And yeah, I really do want to go, I’m willing to try this for us.”

“I am so happy you are willing to try Camila. I am so proud of you, proud of us. I love you, so so much.”

I hear the genuine tone of his voice and so, I turn and kiss Austin, lightly at first. Just a peck, but soon I’m deepening the kiss. I’m wrapping both my arms around him, as his rest lightly on my hips.I taste the salty sweat that still resides on them from his studio session. I taste the hope on his lips. I decide to try with him. I decide to try and give him all of me again in celebration of figuring out that damned piece of paper.

I end the kiss and reach for his hands. He gives them both to me with a questioning look on his face. It’s unreadable, but I am determined. I say no words, but lead him to our bedroom. I dare not to look behind me and see his face. After entering the bedroom I pull my husband towards our massive king sized bed. I turn myself around upon reaching the bed and sit on the end. I pull my hands lightly out of his hands and pat the spot on the bed next to me, silently asking him to sit.

He’s hesitant at first. It’s been awhile since we’ve been this intimate and last time I kind of freaked out. So his hesitation is understandable. But as soon as I start pulling on his shirt the gears shift. He helps me remove his shirt. My hands go over his toned chest and his slightly defined abs.

We go back to making out on the bed, I’m on top. This is his way of letting me set the pace. After a few minutes I bring his hands up to my chest and place them over my breasts. He looks me in the eye, checking to see if there’s any doubt and he must find none because his hands start to slowly massage the mounds on my chest. I moan as he continues to move his hands over my breasts. I begin to grind myself over his groin and hear him moan slightly at the friction I’m creating.

His hands soon find themselves at the hem of my shirt. He again, silently asks for my permission. I nod my head as I continue to grind on him. He lifts my shirt and I raise my arms to make it easier for him to remove it.

Once it’s removed I move myself down onto his body. Skin on skin. Such an intimate feeling. A closeness that we have not experienced in a while. He wraps his hands around me petite body to hold me closer.

I feel the bulge in his pants grow. His hardness is evident and I can feel myself getting wet.

I lean back to straddle him and move my hands down to the buttons on his jeans. I make quick work of undoing his jeans and work the zipper down until his dick pushes up against his boxers and out of the confines of his pants.

I steal a quick glance up at Austin and watch his eyes as I begin to move my body farther down his. The hunger in his eyes remind me of the way he used to look at me so many years ago.

I was now level with his package, I brought my eyes back down and saw myself staring at hotdogs scattered over his boxers. I can’t help but chuckle at the boxers. They were the ones I gave him after I released my album.

“Mila, are you sure?” My pause must have worried Austin, not having realized I was caught up with his boxers.

I don’t look up at my husband, but bring my hands to either side of his boxers and start edging them down.

His dick springs free finally. He’s about 6 inches long, not huge, but enough.

I take it between my two hands and start moving them up and down his shaft. He groans softly at the friction.

It’s been a long time since I’ve touched him this way and I’m sure he does it enough himself, but I know one way he can’t touch himself.

I move my head down lower on his body, hesitate slightly before closing my mouth over his dick and start bobbing my head up and down. I apply some pressure with my tongue as I move my head up and down his shaft. I feel his hands coming to the back of my head and gripping my hair in knots. He’s panting as I continue to suck him.

I take my right hand and use it to cup his balls gently, as I cup them I move to try deepthroating him. I feel his dick slide through my mouth before hitting the back of my throat. I feel my gag reflex kicking in but focus on not gagging for as long as I can.

I feel his hands begin knotting in my air. “Mila,” he whispers. As I swallow, he moans which both turns me on and makes me feel proud. Proud that I’m able to elicit such a response from him. I go back to moving my mouth up and down his dick, using my tongue as skillfully as I can.

I dare to sneak a peek up at his face and see his eyes glassed over, mouth open, tongue peeking out between his teeth. I know he’s close, based on both his facial expression and the way his dick is twitching in my mouth.

It only takes a couple more bobs of the head before I taste his cum. It’s sweet and has a texture of melted gummy bears. Not a great comparison, but as close to it as I can get.

I make sure to look at him as I swallow, cause ‘spitters be quitters’ and I’m no quitter.

“Fuck Mila, get up here.” He gently pulls my face up to his and kisses me. I rest my head on his chest and I feel his breathing still erratic from the blow job I just gave him. One of my arms is lazily stroking his chest while the other one disappears between my own legs. I feel my wetness and moan.

Austin must have been out of his ‘high’ from cumming because next thing I know, my hand is being replaced by his.

I moan at his touch. He slowly, cautiously drags two fingers over my slit.

“Shit Mila, you’re soaking.”

I feel myself flushing at his comment. Things like that have always embarrassed me, even though I know it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

He starts by rubbing my clit, he’s moving in slow circles and it feels nice, but I need more.

I’ve never been good at telling him what I want in the bedroom, so instead I try to show him this time.

I reach my own hand down to his and place it over top. His hand stops moving as he feels my petite fingers grabbing the back of his hand. I slowly move his hand down a little farther between my legs towards my slit. I let go when I feel one of his fingers dangerously close to entering me.

“Are you sure Mila?” He asks me. I look up at my husband and nod at him.

As soon as he receives my permission I feel a finger dip inside of me. I moan loudly as his finger goes farther and farther.

He starts to slowly pump it in and out of me and fuck, it feels really good.It’s been months since he’s even come close to touching me this way. God, I missed this feeling.

Although I preached self love in every aspect of my life, I never really got the hang of practising self love in the bedroom. I could never get into it and often felt unsure and weird about touching myself. Since Austin and I haven’t been intimate in a while, it’s been months since I last got off and the way he was touching me now, well it wouldn’t take much.

I realized how badly I wanted to cum and not just cum for the sake of cumming, but cum because I missed the breathtaking feeling of getting off and being in that daze of complete ecstasy after.

I was chasing that high and as Austin continued to pump his finger in and out of me, I knew I needed more. I needed to feel fuller. So again, I reached my hand down to his and he stopped pumping as soon as my hand closed around his. I felt annoyed as fuck by the lack of movement, but knew the situation would be rectified in just a second. I ended up grabbing two of his fingers, one still wet from my pussy and shoving them both towards my slit.

At this point, Austin knew he didn’t need to ask me if it was alright and he quickly began getting back up to speed. With two fingers inside me, I started practicing clenching my walls around his fingers to feel fuller and to create more friction.

The feeling was beginning to overwhelm me and I began to moan loudly, loudly enough that if we had neighbours they would hear it.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good Austin. Keep fucking me babe.” I don’t know why or even how I was able to say that as his fingers kept moving inside me.

But my words seemed to encourage him because he soon began curling his fingers, hitting a new spot for me that made me cry out in pleasure.

The more sounds I made, the more excited I felt Austin get. My hand was no longer just resting on Austin’s chest, it was clawing at it and probably leaving scratch marks, but I didn’t care and neither did he. Austin’s second was in my hair again, lightly pulling on it. The feeling of both my hair being pulled and the two fingers curling expertly inside me was enough.

I let out one last long moan before I felt myself cumming onto Austin’s fingers. My vision went hazy and I felt his fingers begin to slow, but continued pumping in and out of me to help me ride out my orgasm.

“Baby, are you alright,” I hear after a few moments. I peer up at Austin and see the concern on his face. I shoot him a lazy smile before scooching myself up to kiss him. 

He smiles into the kiss and I realise how sloppily I’m kissing him, but hey, I just had an orgasm. I’m allowed to be a little messy. 

Austin then begins to stroke my hair in a soothing way, a reassuring way. Before long I feel my eyelids begin to fall. My head still on Austin’s chest. My one hand resting on his bicep and the other back on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

I soon find myself in darkness as I drift to sleep.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the late update, had a busy day today, just got back from holidays and got back from a concert late tonight. Woohoo! 1K reads! Y'all are the realest!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter (:

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For the get to know me ask do every number ending in 5

Oh sounds like fun.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

@lost-son-of-rome : “Imma spam you.”

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front?

I prefer behind.. I enjoy backstage work honestly.. but I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t like being in front either.

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chat?

Video, I enjoy seeing someone when I talk to them. Its either I see them or I’m just gonna text ya.

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

Wow.. um.. *sweats* the meaning of life.. I.. ugh. alright.. I don’t think there is a meaning of life.. I think that its just another trial that everyone has to repeat until we get it perfect. Once that happens we transcend the mortal plane. From here we could go to another trial.. But on the flip side I think the meaning of life is to discover who we are, what/whom we fight for, and to change it for the better. Everyones meaning is different, everyones “book” is different too. My chapter 17 could be chapter 33 or chapter 8 for someone. Life is such a fleeting thing, so if you’re not living it how you want to, why live at all? My Latin is rusty at best but I try to live by two sayings, Memento ut diem et noctem, et capere, and Memore Vivere. That’s remember to seize both the day and night, and Remember to Live, respectively. I don’t know if that really answers the question or not but hey.

45: Whats the worst injury you’ve ever had?

A broken heart… don’t try to fight me on this one either.. A broken heart hurts worse than anything in the world.

55: Love or Lust?

Um Love? Not sure the context of this question but I’d prefer Love over Lust.

65: Spit or swallow?Spitters are quitters~ Plus I gotta have my protein shot. 

75: Whats are the last four digits of your cell?

3139

85: Whats the last song you listened to?

Rhythm Inside by Calum Scott “It feels like I could be the one for your love”

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go.Thats easy.. Utah to see this cute boy.