#i fucking gasped when i saw olivia

[killsandthrills]

the bear had so many cameos this season jfc

[starkwlkr]

Oh my, imagine you and Hugh have a teen daughter who is like 16 or something, and she goes live and just keeps talking in brainrot terms while you don’t understand what she’s saying.😭😂

ps: love your writing💗

HOT TO GO! | hugh jackman

an: thank you anon for this request, it was so fun to write!! love youuuu

“And there’s my mom . . .” Olivia had walked into your room where you were doing your makeup at your vanity. She held her phone in her hand pointing it at you. “‘Mother is mothering’ I know right? She’s out here serving cunt on a Tuesday afternoon.”

Serving cunt? Did you hear that right?

You stopped applying the red lipstick on your lips and looked at your daughter. “I’m a cunt?”

Immediately the teen bursted out laughing. “No, oh my god! I didn’t mean you. You look great, that’s what I meant.”

The comments on Olivia’s instagram live were going crazy. They found it funny that their favorite actress was clueless.

natsyelena y/n is so adorable 😭

y/nupdates please tell her she’s mother

“The comments are telling you that you’re mother.” Olivia said to you. Again, you were confused.

“I know.” You reply. “I have three kids.”

Olivia chuckled. She then set her phone against the vanity mirror and posed while you continued doing your makeup. It was date night and Hugh had gotten you tickets to see Stevie Nicks perform. Olivia was heartbroken she wouldn’t be able to see her favorite singer, but Hugh promised her they would go see her at her next show as a family.

“What does that mean?” You pointed at a comment that caught your eye.

y/nstyle donatella VERSACE 💜

Olivia looked at the comment and laughed. “It’s a meme, mom. Donatella commented that on Bella Hadid’s post.”

Another comment caught Olivia’s attention.

xmenarchive SHOW HER THE JOSH HUTCHERSON EDIT

Olivia gasped then grabbed your phone since hers was on live. She searched on YouTube for the specific video and showed it to her mom eager to see her reaction. As whistle played and pictures of Josh Hutcherson appeared, a smile formed on your face.

“It’s Josh! I haven’t seen him in so long.”

“Wait what?” Olivia paused the video.

“He visited Jennifer on the set of X-men when I was visiting your dad and we hung out. Your brothers were also there too.”

“And you never told me?!” Olivia yelled. “The mom lore is insane.”

After learning more about you, the comments wanted you to react to THE Pedro Pascal, Steve Harrington, and other specific edits. Olivia gladly showed them to you.

Once you saw the Pedro edit, you giggled. “I’m going to send that to Pedro.”

“Guys, hide the fanfics!” Olivia shouted at her phone.

After coming back from the corner store with snacks, Hugh walked into your room where Olivia was teaching you the HOT TO GO! dance. He looked so interested in what you two were doing.

“You can take me hot to go!” Olivia finished the dance. “Look, the comments are saying you ate that up.”

“What the fuck?” Hugh said when he heard that.

“Guys, don’t worry I’ll teach her everything,” Olivia took the phone from the vanity and saw her dad with snacks. Some comments had recognized Hugh’s voice so they demanded Olivia to show him. “After this I better be everyone’s favorite nepo baby.”

“You’re not even my favorite nepo baby.” Hugh teased. Olivia then showed Hugh waving hello to the live.

“The viewers want me to teach you the hot to go dance.” She read some of the comments.

“No.”

“Oh ok so you hate happiness in others? I see the type of person that you are, Huge Ackman!” Olivia left her parents’ room to go continue her instagram live in her room.

Hugh stood beside you confused. “How did we raise completely different kids?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know, but I learned so many things today.”

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Can You Stay?

Olivia Benson x fem!reader

Warnings: sexual assault/rape (not graphic or anything, this takes place after the fact), trauma, hospitals, rape kit, established relationship, hurt/comfort, some explicit language, brief mentions of self-harm

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: You're assaulted by a man the SVU just can't seem to convict. Olivia is used to victims, she's used to the aftermath of a rape. She's not used to walking through it with someone she loves as much as you.

“Let me see her!” Olivia yelled, shoving Fin so hard he slammed into a wall.

“Liv, you can’t be here as a cop,” Elliot argued, holding her back.

Olivia ran her hands through her hair, angry beyond reason and worried out of her mind. “I’m not, Elliot! I’m here because my girlfriend got raped. Now get the fuck out of my way so I can take care of her!”

Elliot lifted his hands in surrender. “Alright, just… you gotta let us do our job, okay?”

Olivia shoved past him and into your apartment, desperate to find you, to see you, to hold you and protect you. When she found you, shaking and huddled in a corner of your bedroom, it shattered her, but she didn’t feel sad, not yet. That would come soon, she knew. What she felt now was blinding, white hot anger at the man who’d done this to you.

You were so traumatized you didn’t even seem to notice her. Your eyes were glazed over, and you rocked back and forth, your head banging lightly into the wall each time. Munch sat on a corner of your bed, and Olivia looked at him, silently asking if you’d said anything yet. John shook his head. So it had just been the 9-1-1 call so far then.

Olivia lowered herself onto the floor next to you, careful not to touch you, to frighten you. Your hair was dripping wet, and the water had blotched your t-shirt. Her stomach sank. It was him again–Cleary–she just knew it.

“Sweetheart,” she started, her voice soft, looking into your blurry eyes. “It’s just me.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, but your eyes filled with tears, and you started banging your head against the wall with more force.

Olivia placed her hand between your head and the wall to soften the blows. You wanted to hurt yourself. You wanted to hurt so much that you forgot what had come before. But you couldn’t bear to hurt Olivia. You put your head in your hands instead and when you finally spoke, your voice was small and hoarse.

“I can’t stop shaking.”

“It’s okay,” she soothed, still not touching you. She’d let you initiate touch if you wanted to. “That’s normal. You’re in shock, okay, baby? It’ll pass.”

“He came in my window, Liv,” you stuttered, unable to breathe deeply enough, your fingers tingling with the lack of oxygen. “He came in my window. I thought it was locked. It– it sh– should have– been l–locked.”

You scrunched your eyes shut and shrunk into Olivia, her arms wrapping firmly and protectively around you as you buried your face in her neck and gasped for breath. She rubbed your back, resting her chin on the top of your head.

“Shh,” she whispered. “Just breathe, baby, breathe.”

Elliot entered the room and sat on the bed with John. Olivia met his eyes, and she saw that he hated to do this. They were always aware of the ways in which an investigation might come off as insensitive to the victim. In fact, they did everything they could to be kind and empathetic and caring. But it had never been clearer than it was now that questions and probing, while necessary, would likely only make your horrific night worse. 

You coughed, trying to desperately get enough air, the room swirling around you. You tried, you tried so hard to fight the darkening edges of your consciousness, but you couldn’t breathe. The last thing you remembered before blacking out was grabbing onto Olivia’s jacket.

“Shit,” Olivia muttered, as your body fell limp against her. “El–”

“On it,” he said, pulling out his radio and walking to the living room. “Yeah, we need a bus at Mott and Spring. Unconscious female. Rape victim, panic attack.”

Olivia laid you gently on the ground, brushing your hair out of your face and placing her fingers on your neck to ensure you had a pulse. It was hard to pass out from a panic attack–which showed just how scared you were. She sighed and watched you, holding back tears, as she brushed her thumbs back and forth across your wrist. She wanted to feel your heartbeat. Just to be safe.

“You okay?” John asked her.

Olivia shook her head, biting her lip. “No.” She smiled wryly, her eyes wet. “But I am dangerously close to committing a felony.”

“We’ll get him, Liv,” John assured her.

“We haven’t yet.”

“We will.”

When you jerked awake, gasping, your heart still racing, Olivia squeezed your hands and bent down close to you. “Hey,” she soothed. “Hey, you’re okay. It’s okay. I’m right here. Just keep breathing.”

She lifted your head onto her lap and you curled into yourself, your hand gripping tightly to hers. When the paramedics came, you shrank away from them and into Olivia, who might very well have assaulted an EMT to keep anyone from touching you and further traumatizing you.

“Can you walk?” she asked, and you nodded. “I got her,” she said forcefully to the paramedic who reached out for your arm.

Olivia walked you out of the room, out of your apartment, down the elevator, and into the back of the ambulance. She never once let you go, never once removed her arm from around your shoulder, glaring bullets at anyone who even came close to you.

Rape kits were always hard, no matter who the victim was, but it was excruciatingly hard now that it was you. Olivia almost couldn’t look at you as you talked the doctor at the ER through your assault. She wanted to cry, she wanted to shoot something, she wanted to hold you and never let you go. She would do anything, anything, to go back in time and have you stay at her place instead. Or, even better, to have been at yours so she could have shot the son of a bitch in self-defense. She didn’t know if she’d ever forgive herself for not being there.

You cried when they swabbed you, your body tensing in panic, hand squeezing Olivia’s so hard that little half moons formed on her skin under your nails. Olivia looked at the ceiling, willing herself not to cry. She felt like her heart was being fed through a shredder. It hurt more than anything, hurt so bad she was nearly bent over with it, to watch you cry. To watch your body flinch away from touch and comfort. To watch you poked and prodded and examined under the harsh fluorescent lights, the smell of alcohol sterilizer permeating everything, when you had already been through so much.

When they finally discharged you, Olivia pulled your softest, most oversized t-shirt and sweatpants out of her bag. She’d brought them from your apartment, knowing that they’d take your clothes for evidence. She dressed you gently, carefully, your eyes bloodshot, face streaked and puffy from tears.

She had Elliot drive you both to her apartment in a squad car, knowing you wouldn’t want to see anyone else, that you wouldn't be able to stomach a cab or the subway.

In the apartment, you sat on the edge of her bed, face blank, terrified to go to sleep. You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t speak. It was as if, after telling what had happened, your voice had switched off.

Olivia brushed your hair out of your face, bending down to look into your eyes.

“Do you think you can try to sleep, sweetheart?”

You nodded, exhaustion hitting you hard as the hours of adrenaline started to wear off. You crawled into bed, and Olivia pulled the covers over you. You struggled to keep your eyelids open, and Olivia gently kissed your forehead.

“Go to sleep, baby,” she whispered. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.”

You grabbed her hand as she stood to leave, turning off the light.

“Can you stay?” you whimpered, tears welling up again, no matter how hard you tried to fight them.

Olivia wordlessly lifted the covers and pulled your body into hers, and you breathed easy for the first time in hours. Her arms were strong around you, her heartbeat sure and steady, hands soft as they ran through your hair. And you knew, you knew, that she would keep you safe.

[prettyg1irlstears]

i have a thought!!! rafe x jealousgf!reader whos very petty towards rafe’s ex.. kinda like the bridge from obsessed by olivia rodrigo..

is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed?

do you think about her? no, i'm fine, it doesn't matter, tell me

is she easy-going? never controlling?

well-traveled? well-read? oh, god, she makes me so upset

pairing: bf!rafe x jealous!overthinking!reader

sweet, innocent, kind, naive. those were the words everyone told rafe when you two started dating, taking in the sweet little bimbo persona you had on. but only rafe knew how you really could get..

it’s not like you were evil, no. you truly were exactly those nice words, rafe would never even think about saying otherwise. but what noone apart from him knew was how jealous you could get, especially when it comes to his ex-girlfriend.

because she was the complete opposite of you; baddie makeup, sleeked hairstyles and revealing black clothes.

you were always so self-conscious when it came to her, because how could he go from someone like her to someone like you? plus, she was extremely pretty. and your overthinking brain was scared that maybe one day rafe will get tired of your sweet bimbo self and will go back to the confident baddie of his ex.

like tonight. there was a party at the local beach bar where all the kooks were drinking and just having a good time.

all the kooks apart from you, because your eyes lingered on your boyfriend who had apparently a good conversation because they were laughing together.

what are they laughing at? are they talking about me? are they laughing at me? are they flirting??

your mind ran faster than usain bolt as you nervously tapped your foot and fidgeted your ring on your finger. you ordered your third margarita in the row, not even smiling at the barista like you normally would. you weren’t smiling, or even looking on anyone, to be clear. you couldn’t take your eyes off of—

you gasped. did she just touch your boyfriends shoulder? your jaw clenched, you tapped your foot harder. you start thinking what their relationship looked like. was she on top? she probably was. something you could never do. you - ex; 0 - 1. she probably got along with his friends, too. you did also, but they saw you as rafe’s dumb girlfriend more than their friend. you - ex; 0 - 2.

you sigh and shake your head, trying to fight the nect wave of overthinking as you sip on your margarita. but your eyes drift to them once more and.. her hand is still there. on your boyfriends fucking shoulder.

you decide you’ve had enough, you stand up, adjust your little dress and start making your way towards them. you come up behind him, softly massaging his shoulders and innocently moving his ex-girlfriend’s hand away from him as you move your face next to his head.

“baby, miss you,” you murmur into his ear and kiss him beneath it, in an attempt to catch his attention. you feel him relax a little bit and you also see a small smile on his lips.

“oh hi sweetie,” he kisses your cheek, placing his hands on yours and then continuing to chat with his ex.

is he for real? you think as you frown for a split second, but immediately put on an innocent smile again. you continued peppering the side of his neck with kisses, in a reminder of you.

“come sit on my lap, sweetie,” he pats his lap and a flame of warmth sets in your heart as you sit on his lap with a smile.

after a while of talking, his ex-girlfriend goes for a new drink. when she leaves, rafe leans in and whispers into your ear: “i saw the way you looked at us, sweetie. don’t worry, we were just catching up, glad you came.”

your princess parts flutter as he licks a long stripe along the side of your neck, a small gasp leaving your lips. “y’know y’re the only one f’me, yeah? gonna show it to you tonight, baby.”

so sorry this took me so long love :(

divider creds here!

[naturesapphic]

Needy

Olivia benson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut and y/n drooling over Olivia

The front door slammed shut while you were in the living room reading your book. You pushed your glasses up on your nose so you can see and you see your girlfriend olivia. “Hey sweetheart.” She smiled at you, showing off her perfect smile as she was walking over to you. “Hi.” You shyly said at her and she smiled even bigger. “We’ve been dating for a while. Shouldn’t you stop being so nervous around me sweetie?” She asked with a cocky and firm tone that made you weak in the knees.

“I can’t help it liv. You always make me so flustered. Even when you just breath near me I wanna faint.” You explained to her as you got up from the couch to head to the kitchen and she started following you. She let out a hard laugh which made you smile. “I do darling?” She said smirking and looking at you intensely as she got closer to you and you were backing up until you hit the kitchen counter with your back. She smirked and got close enough to your face that you can feel her breath against your lips. “Y-yes…” you whispered out and bit your lip at how she was looking at you. Olivia’s arms went around your waist and pulled you against her so yall were touching.

You looked up at her and was met with her brown eyes staring intensely in yours. Then, olivia captured your lips in hers and you recuperated back as you wrap your arms around her neck. She suddenly picks you up in her strong arms which makes you squeal and started laughing. She smiled up at you and carried you up the stairs to y’all’s room. She kicked the door open gently with her foot and went to the edge of the bed and put you on it. You got up on your knees to where she was standing up and bite you lip as you admired her. “I fucking love how short your hair is…it makes me wet every time I see you…you give off daddy vibes.” You giggled at the end and she chuckled at you.

“I’m glad you think I look so good with my hair babygirl. I wasn’t too sure about it but now I am.” She said smirking at you as she flexes her arms as she’s pushing her hair back making you whine out. “Babyyyyyy…stop teasing me…and fuck me.” You said as you were unbuttoning her blue button up shirt. She chuckled down at you and watches you as her eyes grow with lust. “Slow down sweetheart…I’m not going anywhere.” She said with a low voice that make you more weak in the knees. You finally got her shirt undone and pulled it down her strong, muscular arms. You smiled up at her as you run your hands up and down her chest. “Your turn sweetheart.” She said as she goes to the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head. You reveal to her that you didn’t have anything on underneath it and her eyes immediately go to your breast.

“You are so gorgeous babygirl. All mine…” she says with a low tone which she knows drives you up the wall as she moves her hands from your stomach up to your breast. “So pretty…” she says gently as she softly massages your breast in her hands. You moan softly at the contact and you gasp when her fingers start pulling on your rosy pink nipples. “A-ahh…l-livia fuck…” you breath out and she smirks down at you, she loves seeing you so breathless and whiny and she hasn’t even fucked you yet. “Lay down for me princess.” She softly demanded you and you laid down in the middle of the bed on your back. “Such a good girl.” She praised you and you smile at her in response. Olivia took off her sports bra, along with her pants and underwear. You laid there, admiring her as she took off each piece of clothing off her strong body. You felt something wet on your mouth and you realized that was actual drool coming out of your mouth. You quickly wiped it away, embarrassed as fuck but Olivia noticed. “I saw that sweetheart. I never knew someone could literally drool over me.” She chuckled out as she gets on the bed with her hands and knees and crawls over to you.

Until she stops at your legs, she then pulls you closer to her and you both giggle at the action. She pulls down your shorts along with your pink underwear and she throws your shorts on the floor but keeps your underwear. She sees that they are wet and she smirks at you “you already this wet babygirl? Tsk tsk and I haven’t even really touched you yet…what a little slut.” She said as you bit your lip and looked at her intensely. “I’m your little slut daddy.” You said innocently and you visibly saw her eyes darken with lust. “Damn right I am.” She responded with a low voice as she leans down and smashes her lips with yours. The both of you moan into each others mouths at the feeling of y’all’s lips together. Your bodies were pushed up against the other and hands were exploring. You felt her tongue trying to push through your lips and you granted her by opening your mouth. Her tongue slipping in yours and was feeling every inch of your mouth. As her tongue was exploring your mouth, one of your hands were in her short hair, slightly pulling on it, and the other was on her back. She pulled away gently as a string of y’all’s salvia was present and she licked her lips at you.

“I need to taste that puffy pussy of yours…” she demanded and she laid down on the bed. “Sit on my face princess.” She instructed you and you crawled over her body and hovered your dripping pussy over her face. “Gosh…I love this pussy right here…I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner…” she rasped out and you blushed bright red. You then lowered yourself on her face and was rewarded by her tongue pushing through your folds, suckling on you. You moaned out her name loudly and reached down to grab onto her hair. Olivia’s tongue swirled around your clit and sucked hard on it which made you thrust your hips up. “F-fuck!” You gasped out as pleasure was going through your whole body. She kissed your clit softly as pulled away from it and started leaving open mouthed kisses all over your pussy. “Love. this. fucking. pussy. Mine.” She breathed each word after every kiss she made on you. Her tongue suddenly dipped into your pulsating hole and she started to tongue fuck you. “O-Olivia!” You moaned out loudly and started riding her face.

Your legs started to shake and you begged her to let you cum. “P-please livia…need to c-cum…” you pleaded and she gently tapped your thigh twice to let you know that it’s okay. You felt the orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and soon enough you were cumming in her mouth as you were pulling her short hair. You panted as you fell on the side of the bed beside her, trying to catch your breath. “Fuck…I love your mouth.” You said breathlessly and she laughed. “I’m glad you do sweetheart. Can I try something?” She asked you. “Of course. I trust you baby.” You reassured her and she carefully got on top of you as she aligned y’all’s pussys on top of each other. Making direct contact the both of you moaned and Olivia started rubbing her clit onto yours. Olivia’s breast hovered over your mouth and with each movement, they moved back and forth and you were so tempted. You leaned up and attached your lips to her pink nipple and started suckling. Olivia moaned louder at the extra stimulation and started praising you since praising makes you even hornier. “That’s a good girl. Go on sweetheart…keep sucking on them darling…such a good girl. My perfect baby.” She praised you and you blushed red from them and from her fucking you. Soon enough, both of you were cumming on each other and moans were spread in the house. Olivia collapsed on top of you and was breathing hard. You run your fingers through your girlfriends hair and start rubbing her back soothingly.

“I love you Olivia benson..” you whispered to her and gave her a loving kiss on the top of her head. “And I love you most y/f/n (your full name).” She whispered back and leaned up to give you a soft kiss on your plump lips. You smiled in the kiss as did she and Olivia rested her head back on your chest. Y’all then went to sleep in each others arms that night and had an amazing sleep. You sure did love Olivia’s short hair and now she definitely knows it.

A/n: 1545 words damn lmao when I first started this I was on my period and I was extremely horny for Olivia’s short hair so that’s how I came up with this lmao Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[yourmommygay]

Tease.

Pairing: Samuel golbach x Female OC

Warning: daddy kink, rough sex, edging, over stimulation, teasing, swearing (obviously).

I was sitting with Tara scrolling through my fyp on tiktok when I saw a video/trend that peeked my interest, call your man daddy then leave the room. "Hey tara look at this one" I said showing her.

She gasped and said "we should do that prank of sam and jake" I nodded in a agreement and headed up to Sam and i's room, I knew he was editing so I could set up the phone and not get caught.

I walked into the room and well you guessed it he was editing so I set up my phone really quickly behind him so the camera could see his desk and the bedroom door. I then pressed play and walked over to him.

"Hi babe" I said to him getting his attention, "mhh" he responded as he looked at me, I leaned into his ear and said "you look hot in this outfit, daddy" and I stood up and walked away I heard him gasp then I heard the chair move and his heave footprints follow me.

"Olivia! Come back here!" He shouted downstairs to me. As I was sitting with Tara again, jake walked out of his room and picked up Tara walking back to his room with her, I guess she texted it to him.

I huffed and stood up heading back upstairs, when I got upstairs I saw sam jerking off, sitting at his desk. "Daddy you really have to close your door fully if your gonna do that" I said then I realised my phone was still set up, I ran over and watched the video making sure you didn't see anything and gladly you didn't so I captioned it and posted it.

"Well why don't you strip and ride me then baby, since you wanna make daddy proud right?" Sam said still jerking, I nodded and slowly striped my clothes off giving him a show in the process. "stop teasing or I won't let you cum tonight" sam said as he grabbed me and pulled me into his lap.

"Come on baby girl, take daddy's cock for me" sam said and I lifted myself up and pushed down onto Sam's dick. "Fuck daddy you stretch me out so good" I moaned feeling that welcoming and amazing burn of being stretched out to fit Sam's cock. He may only be 7 and a half inches but my god was he gurthy.

"Fuck liv, your taking me so well" sam said as I started to grind back and forth. He grabbed my hips and leaned back pulling me with, he started to thrust up into me and a bruising speed. "Fuck daddy, that feels so good" I moaned digging my nails into Sam's shoulders. "I'm close daddy" I said leaning forward and burying my head into Sam's neck kisses and biting some parts. Cause of Sam doing YouTube with colby I couldn't leave hickey but I could bite him.

"Don't you dare come yet, wait till I say you can" sam said slowing to a stop. I whined and he stood up taking me with him, he walked to the bed and dropped me down, "on your hands and knees" he said, I moved onto my hands and knees and felt the bed dip behind me.

Sam grabbed my hips and thrusted back in me "oh, fuck daddy" I moaned as he started his bruising pace and rhythm again. "Fuck baby girl your doing so well" he said praising me while reaching around to rub my clit in fast but soft circles. "You have to beg to come ok?" Sam said I nodded in response.

"Words baby, use your words" sam said slowing down but keeping his rough thrusts. "Ok, daddy" I moaned feeling the edge creep closer. Sam speed up again and slapped my ass. "Ah, fuck" I moaned and Sam chuckled and slapped again then massaging it to take out the sting.

"Oh my god I'm close, can I come daddy please, please, please, please let me come" I moaned reaching for one of Sam's hands. He pulled me up so we were chest to back. He leaned close to my ear and whispered "go ahead baby but we ain't done yet" and just having him whisper in my ear sent me over the edge. I came with a loud moan of Sam's name. Sam didn't slow down nor did he stop rubbing my clit, "one more baby come on just one more" he said speeding up.

He was close cause he kept loosing rhythm, he leaned to my ear and dropped his voice lower. "Come with me, my love" he said thrusting once more before burying himself to the hilt inside me and cuming triggering my second orgasm. He let go of me and I collapsed to fucked out to even think. He fell down beside me and chuckled.

Once I got ahold of my bearings I said "if calling you daddy gets me this, I'm gonna start doing it more often" as I finished the sentence I giggled making sam chuckle along with me. "I didn't hurt you did I?"He asked me. "There's the Sammy I fell in love with, and no you didn't if anything I liked this alot" I said cuddling up to him pulling the blanket up too. "But now I'm tired babe, can I take a nap?" I asked him looking up. He nodded and gave me a kiss, "get some sleep love, I'll wake you up later" he said and I layed my head back down and fell asleep with a smile on my face hearing him say "I love you Olivia"

Hope you enjoyed this is number 10 on the sam list.

[isawas-here]

Brothers Best Friend

Mature themes ahead! NSFW…

(A little song to set the mood teehee)

(fem reader, oral,male receiving, masterbation, caught in act, dirty talk, praise KINK OMFG, aftercare <3 🤭 etc…) HERE YOU GO YOU WHORES/hj

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You knew Charlie was going to here at you house.You knew. Unless you were delusional you felt like he felt the same as you. Yes it was weird liking your brother Robbie’s best friend but you couldn’t help it. It all started when he sat next you and started talking about his favorite films and the way he lit up did something to you. It was adorable really. One day you accidentally wore some short shorts and a tank top when he was visiting. He saw how he looked at you looking so parched like he could drink you up, it made you flustered. How could you out of all people have a affect on Charlie Walker? Your brother didn’t think much of it since he was oblivious to everything that didn’t concern him or the slasher movies.

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This time was different he was here, his attitude was different and you felt it. You played along to his thoughts. You chose the most sluttiest outfit you thought of, how much self respect did you lose? You wore a tank top exposing the top of your breasts and some skimpy shorts. Robbie came leaping down stairs glancing at you in the process. “Would you put something on Jesus” you glanced at you before walking to the living room. “I feel fine thank you” you yelled. He was gonna be here in a few minutes. Soon enough the doorbell rang and Robbie went to go answer it. He opens the door revealing the angelic man. You had to say Charlie was very pretty for a man. He said hi to Robbie then looked at you. His eyes traveled down your body. You almost dropped the glass of water that you had. He cleared his throat then walked into the door. You escaped up the stairs to your room. You entered and fell on bed. You had this funny feeling in your stomach you couldn’t quite placed. You felt something damp in your low region traveling your hand down to your womanhood. You hand touched your panties and you gasped you felt how damp they were. You didn’t really masterbate like a a lot of other people meaning Kirby and Olivia. You dipped your hand between your folds moving in a circular motion. Your back arched as you moaned quietly. Fuck. You pictured Charlie’s face. What the hell? you thought for a split second. You shook your head but you pictured him between your legs. You were a moaning mess, god damn.

Charlie’s Pov (real quick)

“Hey Robbie where’s the bathroom” I asked. “Oh uh it’s to the right before y/n’s room” he responded. I walked up the stairs turning to the right untill I heard soft moaning. I thought she was hurt so I quickly walked until I saw her. Her legs were spread open her hand dipped into her shorts, one of her hand under her shirt on her chest. Shit. Fuck I felt my self pitch a tent. I leaned against the doorframe feeling the friction of my dick press against the door frame. I whined. I want her. God damnit Charlie what is wrong with you? The next thing I did I didn’t think I could do.

Back to your pov

The door opened revealing Charlie. SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK! I quickly shut my legs, terrified. Was he watching me get off to him?? “What are you doing in here?” You whispered yelled. He stood up frozen for a second looking at you then back at the door. You waited for his response. “I-I uh was looking for the bathroom and I thought you are in pain or something… my bad I was just leaving..” he started walking towards the door. You saw how tight his pants were.. then you thought. “Wait… don’t go” you said quietly. He turned around looked at you stunned. You dropped the blanket that showed your disheveled clothes. Your tank top barely on and your shorts pushed to the sides. He swallowed his adams apple moving. He turned around trying to be respectful not like he was before he looked like a pervert. “Come here” you taunted. He turned around walking till he hit the foot of the bed. “Can I help you out..?” You asked motioning to his jeans noticing how he wanted the release. He nodded. “Use your words Charlie.” “Yes please” he breathlessly whispered as you hand rubbed the outline of his dick. Your mouth watered, you’ve thought about this a little bit. You teased him before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants; them pooling at his ankles. He stepped out of them reluctantly. Your hands traveled to his legs then to his hips where his boxers rested, pulling them down his cock slipped out hitting his stomach. Your eyes raised. So this is what the film nerd has been hiding. You ran your fingers over his veined cock. “Have you done this before?” I asked he shook his head implying no. “Me either…” you left calloused kisses over the top and down his shaft before licking it. You slid down your mouth onto his cock; cheeks hollowing. You moved your head up and down making his hips bucked. God damn has he never touched a woman he’s a god damn senior?! He whined his hands going to my hair as he forced me to take him whole. I wanted every inch of his body. I didn’t care anymore. I released myself string coming out of my mouth. I breathed as if I ran a marathon. I looked at him through my lashes. God he looked beautiful like this a whiney mess. I slid off my tank top revealing my breasts him reciprocating. I pushed them to the floor resuming what I wanted to finish. I grabbed ahold of his cock again pumping it a few times. I didn’t know what I was doing really but yes, I did research thank god for the internet. I sucked him again. “Do you want to cum on my tits pretty boy?” “Yes please fuck!” I started pumping his cock over my chest, he started grinding into my hands moaning. “Your doing so well baby” I prasied him. “Oh fuck.. oh fuck I’m gonna cu-“. His words were quickly cut off as he came. He breathed heavily. I grabbed some napkins off my nightstand cleaning him off and me. He kissed my cheek and looked at me for a split second. I threw my shirt back on and he but his clothes back on. “I thought about this for a while..” I confessed. He blushed a little bit. “Me too” he smiled. “Maybe we could do this again..?” I look at him smirking. “For sure”. He walked out the room and fell back into my bed falling asleep.

(Guys this was my first smut I tried my best okay plz give me recs or suggestions PLZ)

Ps. This isn’t really proof read 💀

[autistic-crunchwrap]

I watched all of The Bear Season 3 and I have so many thoughts... SPOILERS BELOW

TL;WR: It was not all bad... There were high points and low points for sure, and I did enjoy the high points! but the stress and chaos this season brought was not worth the few and far between moments of goodness we saw.

First, the good:

Liza Colón-Zayas. Oh my god. A true standout, as always. If her episode doesn’t win her an Emmy, I will be fucking furious. Ayo also deserves an Emmy for directing that episode. Every second of the episode was beautiful and moving and added significantly to the overall plot and character development of the show (as every episode of a 10-episode season show should… but more on that later)

Abby Elliot, I love you. I am a Nat Berzatto stan through and through. Ice Chips was my favorite episode of the season. AE’s chemistry with Jamie Lee Curtis is unmatched. I was so genuinely touched by this episode. This episode was family therapy for me, I think. Thank you Abby Elliot, very cool.

Richie gets some great family time with his daughter and Tiff this season, and it’s genuinely so good to see him continue to grow and support his family even when it’s really hard for him. I see how hard he’s trying and I love him for it.

Ted Fak gave some really great energy that really worked this season. Him and Neil were consistently funny and entertaining to watch. I enjoyed their bit about haunting that came up several times throughout the season

JOHN FUCKING CENA being a Fak was an INSANE choice but I loved it. This show has gone off the rails and goddamn it I need more John Cena immediately

Joel McHale is back and as bitchy as ever! I love the havoc he wreaks on Carmy. His line from episode 10, “I don’t think about you” (paraphrasing, I’m not going back to watch it for the exact quote) made me gasp watching it. If Carmy wasn't such a prick, I would feel bad, but Season 3 Carmy deserves the shit Chef David deals him.

Olivia Coleman. That is all.

"You can go fuck" is my favorite Bear quote, especially when Nat says it

Always happy to see Will Poulter as Luca. His lil mullet is adorable and I love him. I hope he and Syd connect even more in Season 4

Pete asking Syd if different foods make different levels of noise was the funniest bit the whole season. Protect Pete at all costs.

Now for the bad…

Where’s the fucking character development??? Carmy and Syd in particular felt very stuck this season. The whole season is very stuck in the past and pays a lot of lip service to 'working through your shit'... but no one ever works through their shit this season (save for Richie, sort of) and it annoyed the hell out of me.

The whole first episode felt like a waste of time. Almost no narrative development, 20+ minutes of montage and fancy shots of cooking? Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the food porn in The Bear. I live for that shit. But the narrative went NO WHERE in Episode 1 because of how much fancy cooking footage was there instead. Gurl, get on with it. I’m bored.

There are several secrets being kept this season. Syd being offered another (possibly better) position and never talking to Carmy about it, Cicero not telling Carmy that he's now broke and can't help pay for the restaurant anymore, and the details of the restaurant review being kept a secret from the audience (and the characters) for most of the season. And like, we just never really get any payoff from it?? We barely see the restaurant review at the end, Syd doesn't tell Carmy about the other job, and Cicero doesn't tell Carmy about being broke. We ended the season where we started. Re: a waste of time!

Another waste of time was the slight of hand/magic trick theme thing they tried to do but didn't fully develop. I was confused as to what the point of all that was, but it was never fully resolved. Don't give me that 'to be continued' shit because you didn't tie up your loose ends this season. I know bad writing when I see it.

Cicero was especially difficult to watch this season. More antagonistic than usual (which, fair, The Bear is a very expensive shitshow) but it makes a big deal about saying he wishes he would've shown up for the Berzatto kids more, but for what purpose? He says this twice, only for it to be revealed to the audience that he's basically lying to Carmy about having money. Bad writing makes this character more scummy than I think he needs to be.

The Claire subplot went absolutely nowhere this season. I think the only time we actually see Claire in present day (and not just in Carmy's blue-tinted 'Supercut' by Lorde memories of her...) is when Neil and Ted Fak are fucking with her at work about Carmy. She was a major trigger point for Carmy this season, but he never does anything to make amends to her, which I found strange considering there's a WHOLE EPISODE about Carmy "considering apologizing." Shut the fuck up. Apologize to her or don't, but she is not haunting you, Carmen. Goddamn.

Speaking of Carmy never apologizing, this season is SO full of callbacks to previous seasons and makes such specific references that the audience is expected to remember, but there are giant plot holes and references that are all but forgotten. The "I'm sorry" sign that Carmy taught Syd to do on the line when they're upset at each other is never brought up once this season, which feels lazy. Carmy did that sign when he was being an asshole last season, and it felt like that was missing. Also, some of the motifs this season just didn't make sense to me.

Finally, Carmen Berzattto is a grade-A asshole the whole season. Like, just a massive prick with no character development, no arc, no interest in healing or working through his shit or connecting with other human beings in really anyway, and honestly? He was antagonistic and demanding and harsh in a way we've never see him before, and I don't think it was for the better. I understand that it's because he's lost this humility and is turning into Chef David, which is the worst thing in the world to Carmy, but he shows 0 remorse for being an asshole this season. Him 'not being able to say sorry' isn't a good enough excuse for how truly grating his character was the entire season. I didn't enjoy watching him on screen. My favorite moments this season were the ones where Carmy was no where to be found. I loved Carmy in Seasons 1 and 2, but I wanted nothing to do with him this season. That's just bad writing.

PHEW, that was a lot! Okay my loves, thanks for sticking through all that. Please let me know your thoughts and hot takes too!! Anyway, stan Natalie Berzatto, and pick up some fucking C-folds, yeah?

[faghubby]

caught with our pants down (part 2 to caught with her pants down)

In the morning Stephanie and I had a serious conversation, she swore she would never cheat again. She explained how she had thought Olivia was a woman at first. How she was curious. And she loved me.

Over the next few weeks, we both got busier. For her it was wedding plans. Had to meet the caterer, sample cake, dress fittings, even canceling our dinner dates on occasions. Although I was busy Stephanie was even more so. Our love life suffered at first but then it was even general conversations. We barely saw each other.

Then one day she informs me she is pregnant. At first I worry about that one time with Olivia. But what are the odds so I let it go. Now on top of insane schedules Stephanie being sick, or just not in the mood because of the pregnancy. By the time my bachelor party rolled around we had not had sex in two months. I was tempted that night easy enough to slip off with a stripper. But stayed true to Stephanie.

It was two days later as I stood at the alter. When Stephanie's sister Jamie came to tell me that Stephanie was sick due to the pregnancy just give her a few minutes. 15 minutes go by and out comes Gina her college roommate and one of the brides maids. Makes excuses again. I try and go see Stephanie, but she is sick in the bathroom I can her her gasping. I go and apologize to everyone but they all understand.

Again a bridesmaid alice appears to tell us to be patient. I even have the caterers start serving drinks and oredurves as we wait. Suddenly Olivia appears, I had not even realized she was the matrain of honor. She announces that the bride is ready. The ceremony goes off wonderfully. Stephanie is in high spirits. I mention Olivia when we have a moment alone.

"Paul, I asked her long before I couldn't take it back, how would I explain that to everyone" Stephanie told me. I nodded understanding

"Besides I love you" we go on with the celebration. We are spending the night in the hotel before we leave for Hawaii on our honeymoon.

The day winds down and we head to our suite. I even carry Stephanie over the threshold. I help her out of her gown. And start kissing her when suddenly the room is full of people. Hiding in the closet or in the hall. I am pushed face down on the bed.

"Sorry baby, but you will understand how much I need this" Stephanie tells me, as I see her forcefully stripped of her lingerie by her own friends. I watch as Gina is wearing a huge black dildo. She lays Stephanie on her back and mounts her. Stephanie takes the toy with such ease.

Olivia is the one holding me down. She leans in close to my ear.

"Your wife is carring my baby" she tells me. I been fucking her every week for almost a year. I can't look away as I watch Stephanie get pounded by her friend. Olivia tears my clothes away. I try to resist but my sister in law grabs my wrists. As Oliva tears my boxers. She rubs her rubbed cock against my ass. More hands hold me as she works the tip of her cock into my ass.

"Don't fight Paul, let her take you" Stephanie moans reaching out and holding my hand. I try and call out. As I do a pair of panties are stuffed in my mouth.

"Do I taste like my sister?" Jamie asks she is barely 18. Olivia works her massive cock into my ass. I look over and see Jamie getting fucked as well. As Gina stuffs her pussy.

"Your ass is even tighter then your wife's the first time I took it" Olivia tells me. Olivia is now working the full length of her 9 inch cock in and out of my ass. I spit out the gag, but now I whimper and moan. As she fucks me. I look over to see. Stephanie now has her face buried in between Gina's thighs. As Alice fucks her asshole. We hold hands as we are taken together as man and wife. Olivia comes pu,ping her load deep into my bowels. I am humiliated but as I go to stand I realize I had cum all over the bed. My little sister in law grabs my hair. And shoves a dildo in my face.

"Suck it bitch. Show us how much you want this" she pinches my nipple hard. I open my mouth and taste the pussy covered dildo. Who's pussy is this? I think. I am made to kneel and watch Stephanie get gangbanged for a second time today. She wasn't sick today. She wasn't allowed to get married till she made them all come on her tounge. Stephanie has had enough she has passed out. Gina puts her dildo under my ass. And pushes me down on it. I gasped and Olivia appeared in front of me she held her cock to my mouth. I took it. I started to suck the til its al, I could fit.

I could see Gina and Alice working on poor little Jamie. And Jamie called out for more. I was on my knees with a huge dildo shoved up my ass as this mean but buetiful Trans fucked my mouth. And I was excited seeing my sister in law take it like a whore from two lesbians next to my new wife.

What was wrong with me. Olivia came in my mouth then had Jamie kiss me we shared her seed.

"You are going to be a mother and father to my child. And an excellent sourse of entertainment for me" Olivia hissed in my ear as they all left . I laid next to Stephanie. Her body covered in little bruises. She reached out and pulled me to her. We held each other as we fell asleep

[jungkookjeon0007]

Nights in Vegas | CH. 2 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 1.32k.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

Once I was able to collect myself off of the floor, I walked over to where my clothes were laid out and started to get ready for lunch. I couldn't for the life of me get Jungkook out of my mind and never would have imagined in a million years that I could be lucky enough to meet any of the members in person, let alone my bias.

As I continued to replay the events from earlier throughout my head, I heard Lacie unlocking the door and coming back into the room. She leaned on the door frame of the bathroom smiling. "Hey babe, you ready to roll?"

"Yes, I just finished my makeup. How do I look?" I spun around waiting, for her to give a yay or nay about my appearance.

"You always look so damn cute and I am obsessed with your whole outfit."

I smiled and thanked her.

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After making sure we have our wallets, phones, and keys for the room, we made our way down the hallway and towards the elevators. Once it showed up and the doors opened, I heard her gasp. As I looked up from my phone, I was met with 2 of the most handsome men staring back at us, one of them being Jungkook and the other was Hobi.

"Are you ladies going down too?" Hobi asked in his best English accent. We nodded our heads and as we entered, Lacie clung onto my arm for dear life.

As soon as the doors shut, I had a strange feeling that someone was staring at me. Sure enough when I glanced around, my eyes were instantly met with Jungkook's as he flashed his best smile and winked at me. I felt like I was going to spontaneous combust inside of this elevator but somehow played it cool and flirtatiously smiled back instead.

Hobi looked at us strangely before starting a conversation with him in Korean so Lacie and I couldn't understand, but the moment he gave a shocked expression and looked directly at me after Jungkook replied, I knew he was informed about the encounter between the two of us earlier.

Once we arrived to the lobby, Lacie darted out dragging me to the main entrance. We walked outside onto the sidewalk and that's when she finally turned to me with a huge smile on her face. "Liv! Do you realize who we were just in that elevator with?!"

Chuckling at her behavior, I smiled. "Well of course I know who they were! We've only been obsessed with them for 6 years, Lace."

I started to laugh nervously as she stared at me with a curious expression. "You are way too calm for someone who just had their bias, smile and wink at them in an elevator. What the hell is going on?"

I told her about the run in I had with Jungkook this morning while she was gone. By the time I was finished explaining, she looked as though she was about to explode unable to control her excitement any longer.

"Okay, you can let it out now. That was the whole story."

"OH MY GOSH! Jeon Jungkook saw you in your towel and talked to you outside of our room! You are seriously so fucking lucky and I am 100% jealous of you right now. That's amazing."

I couldn't stop laughing at her reaction. "Shhhh, keep your voice down so people won't hear you!"

"This is seriously so huge. You have to see him again before the concert."

I have never turned my head so fast in all my life, "What are you talking about? He's beyond famous. Why would he want to see me again when he literally has thousands of other girls he could easily go after."

"Liv listen, he told you that he hoped he'd see you again soon then not even 2 hours later, you see him in an elevator when he fucking winked at you. Why can't you see that he's clearly flirting with you?"

Was he flirting with me or just being nice?

Of course the thought had run through my mind, but I am a nobody. Why in the world would he waste his time flirting with me when he could have someone way better and prettier. Lacie took my silence as a hint and dropped it, noting that I didn't want to talk about it anymore right now.

She knows me well enough to know that we are going to be talking about this later, within the privacy of our room, and with champagne. "Okay babe, let's just go get some lunch and shop around the city."

As we spent several hours exploring the city, a part of me couldn't stop thinking about what she had said. Could he actually be interested in me?

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[Jungkook's POV]

I exited the elevator making sure it was the right floor this time, and quickly made my way to Namjoon's room.

When I entered, Taehyung was the first person to speak. "Where have you been? We've been waiting for you for at least 20 minutes or longer."

The rest of them looked at me, waiting for an explanation to my tardiness. I didn't know what to say but since the question came up, I may as well talk to them about my encounter with that beautiful ARMY girl. "Well, funny story actually... I kind of went to the wrong floor."

They looked at me for a second then busted out into laughter, making jokes until they noticed I was not laughing along. "What's the matter Kook? What's going on?" Hobi always feels when my vibe is different, it's one thing I think is so special about him.

"I met an ARMY today and she is not at all like any of the others I've ever met before. She didn't bombard me with photos or have a phone shoved in my face. It was honestly so pleasant to talk with her, almost like a breath of fresh air."

That seemed to really get their attention as they looked at me curiously. "What do you mean she isn't like any of the others? What happened between you?" Namjoon asked in a semi worried tone.

Knowing there was no turning back, I spilled everything that happened earlier at her hotel room... even the towel scenario. I told them how it had made me feel and about the weird butterflies I had gotten.

"Why don't you see her again then?" Yoongi asked casually while scrolling on his phone.

Each of us turned to look at him, waiting for an explanation. "What I mean is, we are literally in Vegas. You are so young JK and I've never even heard you talk about a girl before. I don't see why you couldn't break the rules for once to go see her."

Silence filled the air but he continued, "Namjoon, what do you think about Kook's dilemma? If she signed an NDA and he feels like he can trust her, do you think there would be any harm in allowing him to spend time with her?"

It took Namjoon a minute to process everything that was discussed between us in the past 15 minutes. He then began to text on his phone for what seemed like ages, until he locked it and turned to me. "So, I have discussed this situation with the managers, and they said that if she agrees to sign an NDA, then there should be no harm in you seeing her. There will be a few ground rules that will need to be covered for the both of you that she will need to be present for, but other than that they don't see much of a problem with it."

I have never felt more happy.

All I had to do now is talk to her again and find an opportunity to bring up the NDA. The doubts were obviously there that she wouldn't agree, but I shoved them to the back of my mind. I refuse to talk myself out of it because there is no harm in hanging out and getting to know her better.

[tearfallpixie]

Trust and Love - Chapter 4: Boys will be Boys

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“Vin? Is everything ok?” Ricky asked when he opened the door to his hotel room to see a very angry drummer standing on the other side. His question was answered when he was shoved backwards and the door was kicked shut. Olivia had gone home for a couple days to deal with some family stuff, so the guitarist had a room all to himself. “Woah. Vin-“ His words were cut off as he was shoved to the bed and his mouth was claimed in a needy lustful kiss. Ricky rolled them around so Vinny was under him and pinned his hands above his head. “I don’t mind helping you out, but you have got to tell me what’s got you so riled up.” The drummer groaned and flopped back onto the bed.

“Sorry. I’m just so furious. This fucking dumbass has been stalking me all over the place. He was fucking following me around ShipRocked last year trying to figure out who I was with and now he’s got pics of me and Liv together. He’s saying he’s going to blast them all over the internet and it just pissed me off.”

“Were you and her doing anything in the photos?” Ricky asked.

“What? No! We wouldn’t. It’s just pics of me saving her when we were in that swarm of people at the Walmart at the beginning of tour and various pics of us hugging since then. Nothing technically incriminating but she doesn’t need that stress when she’s your girl.” Ricky nodded and slid to his knees off the bed. Vin propped himself up on his elbows and watched as the guitarist expertly undid his jeans and started working them down his legs. Vinny’s breathing had shallowed out and he knew his eyes were blown wide. It was rare for Ricky to get on his knees for him, which the drummer didn’t mind, but it meant he didn’t last long when he did. “Rick-“

“Shh, I don’t mind helping you take some of the stress off.” The guitarist licked a strip up the underside of his member before taking him into his mouth and swallowing him all the way down. Vin threw his head back and laced his hands in his own hair, trying not to claw his scalp too bad. He groaned when he opened his eyes a bit and saw Ricky looking up at him through hooded eye lashes. It was enough to send him way to close to the edge so he scrambled to grab onto something. A hand snatched his when he got too close to Rickys hair. He looked down to see the man giving him a warning glare so he clung to his hand like it was a life line.

“Rick- fuck. Rick, I’m so fucking close.” This seemed to spur the guitarists determination and he sucked a little bit harder, tugging on that last string that sent Vinny crashing into his orgasm. He laid there gasping for breath for a moment before shoving himself back onto his arms and seeing the proud smirk that Ricky wore. “What are you so happy about?” Rick shrugged.

“Just missed seeing you come undone beneath me. Its been a while since we fooled around.” He crawled up to lay next to Vinny who noticed a patch of come on the corner of his mouth. He leaned forward to lick it off but was caught in a deep messy kiss from his partner.

“I’ve missed this. Should we tell Liv? I don’t want her getting hurt if she thinks we’re fooling around behind her back.” Vinny worried. Last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt the most important girl in their lives.

“She won’t care.” Vinny gave him an unsure look making Ricky roll his eyes. He picked up his phone and called her number. “Hey baby girl.”

“Hi baby. How is everything over there?”

“Fine, Vinny and I miss you. How is your grandma?”

“She’s good. She was released from the hospital today with no more than a broken arm. I’m still all good to return in two days.” She told them. Vinny elbowed Rick in the side making him grunt.

“Fuck, ok.” He snapped at the drummer. “Vinny so desperately wants me to tell you I blew him tonight.” Vinny groaned and buried his head into the pillow.

“Well ok then. Did you enjoy it?” Olivia asked. Vinny gave Ricky a bewildered look who just shrugged.

“I guess.” The drummer muttered.

“You guess? My skills deserve better than an I guess. I had you coming in under two minutes.” Ricky huffed playfully making Olivia laugh. The sound of her gorgeous laugh had Vinny melting.

“So why was it so important that I knew you two fooled around?” She asked.

“Vinny was worried that you would get hurt by it. He thought it felt like we were keeping a secret from you.” The guitarist explained.

“I know you two are together. I just didn’t want any secrets. You are very important to me.” Vinny grumbled.

“Vin, sweetheart I already told Ricky that if you two need to blow off steam together it wouldn’t bother me. Both of you were honest to me about your history together so I don’t mind.” The drummer let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding.

“Thank you, Liv.” He whispered.

“I have to go but I’ll talk to you two later. Ok?” Olivia said.

“Ok baby girl. I love you.”

“I love you too Ricky. Bye Vinny.” Vinny mumbled a goodbye and curled into Ricks side. Ricky set the phone on his nightstand before wrapping his arms around the drummer.

“See? I told you she wouldn’t care.” The guitarist teased him.

“I know. She’s just so pure. I wouldn’t want to cause any issues between you two.”

“Vinny, you could never cause issues between us because for once I laid out everything to a partner from the get-go. Its been very refreshing and she’s been very understanding. I’m honestly so lucky to have her.” They chatted a bit longer before words left them and they got lost in the feeling of being together once more.

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“Ricky! Vinny!” The boys looked up from their conversation to see their favorite girl running across the airport towards them. They both stood up and braced themselves for impact as she threw her arms around their necks and hugged them tightly. The three of them hugged each other tightly, having missed being together.

“I missed you so much baby girl. How was your flight?” Ricky murmured, brushing a stray hair out of her face. She leaned into her touch and sighed at the comforting touch.

“It was fine. I remember why I don’t like flying alone but I’m ok. I missed you too. Both of you.” Ricky leaned down to kiss her and then Vinny pulled her into another hug.

“We missed you too, Sunshine.” He whispered.

“At least you two had each other to take care of. I was all alone.” She dramatically complained.

“Don’t worry, I bet Rick will give you a big welcome home once you are alone.” The drummer smirked.

“You’re always welcome to join us.” Ricky grinned back, throwing an arm around Olivia’s shoulder and pulling her towards the baggage claim.

“W-what?” Vinny exclaimed, chasing after his two friends.

[chimivx]

sleepovers ↠ txt

now playing ↠ love is embarrassing • olivia rodrigo

Sleepovers at Jungkooks are the best. But, what happens the night you stay after your weekend away with the boys? Not what you think.

This is not Part Two of Cruel Summer. Just a teeny little addition to Part One.

Read Cruel Summer Part One here!

Read 'Haven' and 'Taste' [hyunjin's story]

word count ↠ 3920 warnings ↠ MDNI, 18+, mentions of sex, drug use (weed), the step sibs warning applies always even though they are not, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, jungkook gets a warning for being hawt, anxiety if you squint, IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW! a/n ↠ i had to. important info in here, hints, and just simply more about jungkook because i absolutely love him. thank you for being here! again, if this is not your thing, please keep scrolling. xo posted ↠ 3/21/24 ~ 9:20 p. m. est.

~ july 4th, 2011 ~

A pizza box slid onto the table, the three of you nestled in the chairs around it, knees either pulled into your chest or underneath you. Beomgyu was to your left, Taehyun to your right. Soda cans littered the wood, open bags of chips scattered about. The three of you were heavy lidded and glassy eyed, snacks were essential.

“Someone gonna keep telling me what else you guys did down in ‘Mano?” Jungkook asked, flipping the box open, the smell of the cheesy, greasy deliciousness smacking you all across the face. Mouth watering in an instant, you dove in first, ripping a slice apart.

Beomgyu, licking his lips, watched you pop the slice in your mouth and went in next. “We told you everything.” He answered his brother without much interest, his mind on filling his growling stomach. 

“I don’t think you did,” Jungkook smirked, leaning against the edge of the table, gripping the wood.

Taking another bite, the taste entirely overwhelming, the best pizza you’ve ever fucking eaten, you quirk a brow and glance at Taehyun, then Beomgyu, then Jungkook. “What have we already said?”

The eldest tried to hide his laugh, dropping his head for a moment. “Drinks, that’s about it,” he said, looking at you. His eyes were steady, holding yours with a purpose. “But something else is going on,” he looked around the table before he landed back on you, “Since y’all got here it’s been… off. What happened?”

You immediately turned to Taehyun with both eyebrows raised. His hand flew up fast, mid bite into his pizza. He wagged a finger and hummed.

“No,” he eventually mumbled. Swallowing, he shook his head. “No.”

“No?” Jungkook scanned over the three of you, curiosity eating him alive. “You guys used to tell me everything, you can totally tell me.”

Taehyun pointed a finger at Beomgyu. “He used to tell you everything.”

Following his point, Jungkook cocked his head. “Still does.” 

The fire in his eyes when he glanced back at the two of you made your heartbeat stutter. Beneath the dark chocolate, the warm, inviting, lively eyes, he was taunting you. He was taunting both of you. A smile grew on his lips, the corners perking up as he saw it work out in your brain. You couldn’t even get a gasp out.

“Yup,” Jungkook said. “So? Lemme hear it.”

You aren’t sure what would’ve happened in this moment if you weren’t fried out of your mind. Imagining two possibilities, one a freak out, and another a panic attack, you suppose either would be aimed toward Beomgyu, the boy glaring at his brother. If he wasn’t fried out of his mind he’d definitely flip his shit.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” he mumbled instead with a slow blink before he housed the rest of the pizza in his hand. Yours had dropped to the table at some point.

A laugh came from your right. A quiet, breathy laugh laced in disbelief. Taehyun, with the biggest, toothiest grin with his head in hands leaned forward onto the table, shoulders bouncing as he laughed. Now there was a spark of panic within you, a small flame igniting in your gut. Looking over at Jungkook, who watched you with a new look, one that made him seem worried, though you couldn’t tell if you were reading too much into it, you gulped painfully, your throat like sandpaper.

“What are you talking about?” Your question came out of you in a whisper, Jungkook glancing between the boys, one who didn’t seem to care, and another who found it all too hilarious. Used to being on the outside of the joke, this was one you couldn’t stand, not when it threatened the safety of the happy little world you’ve secluded yourself into.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, his composure steady as a rock. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“How do I know what you’re talking about?” Trying to throw him off, the muscle pig who’s been smoking since he was twelve, an expert at handling his high, he started to smile.

“Save it,” he said, shaking his head. “I know it’s true and so do you,” he pushed away from the table, pointing at the boys before turning to get another soda from the fridge. “So do these two.”

Looking at them both, Beomgyu grabbing another slice of pizza, and Taehyun laying on the wood laughing quietly to himself, you sighed. “What the hell, Gyu?” 

“Don’t blame me,” he muttered, barely giving you a glance.

Jungkook spun around and came back to the table, sliding you the soda he grabbed, already opened. “Yeah, don’t blame him,” he said. “Y’all are messy when you aren’t home, you know that?”

Eyes shooting open wide, you scoffed and Taehyun lifted his head, his cheeks pink. Wearing that grin, he looked at you, then he looked at Jungkook.

“He knows,” Taehyun snickered, his voice quiet. He pointed at Jungkook, his hand merely leaving the table.

Tightening your fists where they laid over the wood, you furrowed your brows and shook your head. “No, no he doesn’t. He doesn’t.” You shot the eldest a look. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“It’s okay,” Jungkook said, taking his place back at the edge of the table, muscles buckling as he locked his elbows. Your shameless, traveling eyes ate him alive. You wondered if it was noticeable, you gawking at him, but you weren’t gawking, you were… admiring. Muscles, tattoos, a few piercings… God, he was hot. “Eyes up here,” he joked, gesturing upward. Shifting in your seat you glanced to your left, Beomgyu was already judging you with a glare. It was noticeable.

“Whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong,” you said, clamping your arms around your body, blinking many times, moving straight past the way your cheeks flushed. 

Jungkook was quiet, for longer than you’d like. Only his eyes seemed to move, interrogating each of you, waiting for someone to crack. Taehyun, already a flustered mess, couldn’t focus on anything. Beomgyu, balls deep in another slice of pizza, wasn’t interested anymore nor concerned with the fact he’d put you in some sort of danger.

Maybe danger was extreme, but it didn’t matter. It was still bad, very, very bad.

The heat of Jungkook's stare burning a hole in your face was too much to bear. The smoke took control. “Fine, he’s my boyfriend.”

Taehyun’s giggles vanished.

“Boyfriend?” Jungkook questioned, looking at his brother.

Beomgyu stopped chewing, eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Baby,” Taehyun whispered, leaning toward you in his seat.

Jungkook nearly broke his neck. “Baby?!”

“He said he knew,” you tossed your hands at your sides. “It’s Jungkook, you know how many times he’s probably heard us fuck?!”

“Oh my god,” Beomgyu muttered.

Jungkook pushed back from the table and drug his hands through his curls. Wandering back toward the counters you heard him take a deep breath, and then another. The air in the room grew cold, a chill settling over your skin. Gulping, the look on Taehyun’s face was detrimental to your heart. His hands were stretched out, toward you, limp. The shock stung. It stung you both.

“I thought it was you two,” Jungkook finally spoke after a minute of disgustingly thick silence, motioning toward you and Beomgyu. Taehyun’s eyes found the table.

Taking a peek at Beomgyu who now watched his brother, you said, “It is,” and Jungkook’s face screwed up in confusion.

“But, you just said it’s you two,” he narrowed his eyes, taking in how Taehyun didn’t move.

Taking an audible breath, you whispered, “It is.”

A sound mimicking the shock and pure terror you were feeling fell from Jungkook’s lips that had perked up into the tiniest smile. He propped himself up against the counters and crossed his arms. You didn’t let yourself look this time.

“You’re kidding me,” he said. Taehyun turned his chin to look at him, as did Beomgyu. “The three… All three of you.” All three of you nodded. Jungkook scoffed, his shock melting into amusement. Looking from Beomgyu to Taehyun, back to Beomgyu, Jungkook pointed his finger. “Do, uh… Do you two…?”

Beomgyu ran his tongue over his lips, raising a brow. “Sometimes.” 

Taehyun dropped his head back into his hands with a heavy sigh, you couldn’t tell if out of shame or just pure embarrassment that this was a topic of conversation at the moment.

“Huh,” Jungkook nodded, drinking it all up, focused on his brother. “So it does run in the family.”

“I’m not gay,” Beomgyu spat. 

Jungkook laughed. “Oh, no, no, Gyu,” he taunted. “You can’t keep your dick in your pants, you were wrong. You are one of us.” The softest snicker came out of where Taehyun hid his face. “Besides, even if you were gay you’d think I care?” He clicked his tongue, “Grow up. Suck as many dicks as you want.” Now the three of you were laughing, Taehyun picking up his head to show off his smile. “I wanna know what y’all are,” he said, then looked at you and Taehyun. “What’s this boyfriend business? Y’all are like, step-siblings, that’s… Oh,” he paused, tilting his chin, puffing out his bottom lip toward Taehyun, “Dude, I can find you other sites…”

Taehyun cut him off with a shout and swat of his hand while you and Beomgyu giggled, Jungkook laughing along with you. Thankfully Taehyun did as well, sitting backward in his chair, tipping his head backward with a groan, his cheeks unable to stop cheesing.

“Tell me. I wanna know, too.” Jungkook was smug, shaking his shoulders back and forth with the funniest smile. He used his elbow to point at each of you. “This whole time I thought you were fuckin’ my brother and you were watching.” 

Taehyun furrowed his eyebrows. Memories of a few days prior popped into your head.

“Sometimes someone ends up watching,” Taehyun began, his smile calming down. “But, when it’s… God, this is weird to say to you… When it’s the three of us, we’re…”

“All involved…” you breathed, side eyeing him in hopes it was okay for you to step into his choppy explanation. 

Beomgyu rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, facing his brother. “He fucks her, I fuck her, I fuck him, he fucks me, we all fucking fuck.”

Jungkook's heart shaped lips had parted, his star filled eyes wide. Beomgyu’s words made you want to curl up in a literal ball and pass away. All you could do was laugh. All Taehyun could do, was laugh. Beomgyu released a heavy, audible breath and slumped backward, shaking his head.

Covering your mouth, you turned toward him. “I can’t believe you just said all of that out loud.”

“Wasn’t the first time,” he mumbled under his breath, glaring at his brother. “Happy now?”

Jungkook snapped his mouth shut. A smirk tugged at his lips as he clapped his hands together. “Amazing,” he said. “Now it makes sense. You didn’t say yes,” he mocked the twang in his brother's deep voice and studied Taehyun. “What are you, the permission giver? The leader?” He shot you and his brother a look. “Brat tamer?” Beomgyu snickered with you.

Taehyun, rubbing a hand over his chest, took a breath to calm down and stared at the table. “I’m…” he glanced up at you and your heart stopped beating. “She’s… She’s my girlfriend.” Nerves erupted in your gut, your entire body going still. Taehyun offered you a smile, one you couldn’t return.

Paralyzed, you couldn’t even look at Jungkook. Frozen, you clenched your jaw, wondering why it didn’t feel good to hear him say the words.

He was still talking to Jungkook, the two continued on, discussing who knows what about your relationship. You heard mentions of your parents not knowing, about Yeonjun not knowing, about everyone not knowing, except him.

Between your lungs tightened, your ribs constricting your breath from the inside out. Averting your stare to the table, you tried to breathe, a short gasp of air that did nothing to ease the, you think, panic? Was it panic? Chest pain, shortness of breath, you couldn’t remember all the shit that came with it.

He was so calm about it, saying the words to Jungkook. She’s my girlfriend. They were words that were rarely spoken around others, even the boy to your left.

A hand found your arm, Beomgyu’s, wrapping around your wrist. Barely turning your chin, he was looking at you, his body facing you entirely, both of his feet on the floor. “It’s okay,” his voice quiet, the other boys laughing at something Jungkook had said. “You’re okay. It’s Jungkook, it’s okay.”

He could read it all within your eyes. Everything you were feeling, everything you wanted to say. There was little to nothing he could say to you in this moment that would make you feel any better about it.

Bobbing his head, agreeing to something he decided on himself inside his head, he turned toward his brother and crossed a foot over one of his knees. “JK,” he started, cutting the boys off, probably details deep in you and Taehyun. The eldest, mid sentence, used to his brother cutting into every conversation of his, shot him a look. “Sorry,” Beomgyu’s lazy smile made an appearance, your heart somewhat holding onto it. “Info goes both ways here.”

“So do you, apparently.” Jungkook smiled after you and Taehyun laughed. He looked toward your boyfriend briefly, “You do too, Alabama.” The giggles had finally found you again, Beomgyu hitting you with his smile, happy to see you squeeze your eyes shut as his brother spoke. “What info, Gyu?”

“They didn’t know you were having a kid,” Beomgyu said. You admired the way he gazed at his brother, evident that he looked up to him more than he liked to let on. Aside from Hyunjin, Jungkook was the only older male figure in his life, holding down the life they lived with Jihyo before he moved out.

“Yeah, what is that?” Taehyun asked. “When the hell did that happen? You said she’ll be here soon?”

“It’s a girl?” You spoke up, voice tiny, all the boys pointing their gazes toward you.

Jungkook smiled, a real smile. Proud.

“It’s a girl,” he said. Thinking to himself for a moment, eyes wandering the tiled floor, he nodded. “In two months she’ll be here. I was just with Chaeyoung this weekend, she had a doctor's appointment, we got to, uh, we got to see her.” Jungkook twisted his fingers together, looking away from the three of you as his smile faded into something small.

“You’re excited,” you said, and he met your eyes. Another nod from him warmed your heart. “Is Chae excited?”

His eyes dropped back to the floor. You were about to regret your question until he opened his mouth.

“She is.” He rolled his shoulders back and sighed, sharing a look with Beomgyu. “We just have to work some things out, that’s all.”

“What stuff?” Taehyun was focused on the tattooed boy, eyes grilling him, almost seeming like he was judging him. 

Not judging, analyzing.

“Well,” Jungkook sighed again, “She only told me a month ago.” Gasping, Jungkook huffed a laugh toward you. “I know,” he raised his brows, the piercing catching the light as he tilted his chin. “She said she didn’t know how to tell me.”

“She had seven months,” you muttered. 

Taehyun shot you a quick look before he asked Jungkook, “Is that not when you guys broke up?”

Jungkook thinned his lips. “It was right when we broke up.”

The two dated for four years, Chaeyoung and Jungkook, and she was the only one out of all his girlfriends that you absolutely adored. Aside from her stunning complexion, bright eyes, and fun hair, she was a sweetheart, and funny as fuck. Jungkook was already a trip himself, put the two together and you’d all be rolling for hours on end. She was a girls girl, she kept an eye on you when you were around, and always asked you if you were okay. She was the one to teach you that doing your hair and makeup didn’t matter if you didn’t want to wear it, and taught you how to perfect a messy bun. Sleepovers at Jungkooks were your favorite when she was around, she treated you all like her little siblings, not just Beomgyu. 

“You remember when it happened?” Beomgyu snickered, one of his nails finding its way between his teeth. Leaning toward him you grabbed his wrist and threw his hand into his own lap. The look he gave you, you ignored.

“It’s not that weird,” Jungkook shrugged. “I didn’t wear a condom.” The sudden switch in his tone, from calm to literal older brother, straightened all of you out. He closed his eyes and sighed, a hand touching his forehead. “You guys are twenty, you need to be smarter. Feel like I’m talking to teenagers. You guys let anyone else in on this… this situation? Jesus, I don’t even know what the fuck to call it.”

“No.” The word loud, with emphasis, left the three of you at once.

“Okay,” Jungkook’s tone switched back to calm, collected. “Still, protect yourselves. You do not need to get sick and you do not need to be having kids.” He shared a look with his brother. “Especially you.” The boy rolled his eyes and hung his head, his fingers messing with each other. “I’m sure if you two do, your daddy will take care of it all, right Taehyun?” Jungkook’s smile made Taehyun scoff. “You take that job yet?”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “I dunno if I can do all that. Numbers, money? I can barely tell colors apart.” Beomgyu just about snorted.

It was always in the cards for Taehyun to take a position below Jin at the company he worked for, at HGF, Han Guardian Finance. A prestigious bank that’s beginning to slowly inch its way around the country. At least that’s what Jin has told you, that’s their goal, him and the CEO’s son, Han Jisung. They want the company to go worldwide, and even Joy thinks that’s too ambitious. She’s always warned Jin that his now partner, Jisung, leaned into the greedier side of the work world, of life. That he should be cautious, that Jisung would take whatever he could get, throw away whatever was needed to make more, to have more.

Joy said that. Joy.

“That’s good money, dude,” Jungkook said. “He’s giving it to you, you don’t even have to interview or nothing. He’ll probably build you your own office once you say yes. You could move out to your own place after a month of working there, you realize that?” Taehyun listened, his head nodding more and more as Jungkook spoke, advising him like he was another little brother. “It’d be stupid of you not to take it. What else are you gonna do? College?”

“Never,” Taehyun breathed. He spared you a quick glance. “What if I hate it though?”

Jungkook tried his best to not roll his eyes, a smirk playing at his lips. “I’d rather be rich and hate my job than be living paycheck to paycheck, wondering how the fuck I’m gonna raise a daughter when I can barely keep what I have now in line.”

Beomgyu wiggled in his seat, his eyes pointed down. Jungkook peered toward him without him noticing, some type of compassion, or care within his look. The eldest adored him as much as the youngest respected him. Brothers, siblings, a bond you’ve never experienced, and never will. The two of them best friends, counting on one another, helping one another, being there, the two of them literally made for the other. Two extremely different beings, having come from the same place, not the same in the slightest, but with the same blood coursing through their veins.

It was beautiful, their relationship, something you’ve been envious of since the start. When Jungkook started to date Chaeyoung, that’s the closest you’ve felt to having someone fill the role of big sister. That is, until you met Dina. Still, a piece of you wished to know what it felt like, to have a sibling. To have someone belong to you, because they share a piece of you. They understand you, because, in some way, they are you.

You turned to Jungkook, the question eating you alive from the inside out, stopping each boy where he was. “Are you gonna marry her?”

Taehyuns eyes were hot on you. Beomgyu ogled his brother.

Jungkook bit his lip, taking the silver ring into his mouth. A gentle chuckle came out of him. “If she says yes.”

Beomgyu lurched forward in his seat, this clearly being the first he’s heard of it. “What are you talking about? You told me days ago you were-”

“Nope,” Jungkook cut him off. “I was pissed, don’t take that seriously.” 

Beomgyu slumped back and groaned, folding his arms over his chest tight. “Then why say it if you don’t mean it?” 

Jungkook gave him a look that told him to brush it off while apologizing at the same time. “We’re going to see Whitney tomorrow.”

“I hate her,” Beomgyu grumbled.

Jungkook sighed. “No you don’t.” The glare he got in return was lethal. “The answer is,” he focused back on you, “I want to. I’m ready to ask her. I love her. I love our daughter already. These months of being broken up were really stupid, and immature. We’ve got some shit to sort out, but who doesn’t. I’m about to be twenty four, I can be a dad, I can be a husband.” A laugh came from Beomgyu. Jungkook returned the glare he had gotten moments prior. “Shut up.”

“No, come on, I think it’s cute you wanna play daddy,” Beomgyu smirked. “Also think it's ridiculous you’re exactly like Hyunjin, ‘cept without the addict part. I’d like to see you be a house-husband, that should be fun.”

“I think it’s great,” you said, voice quiet, watching Jungkook as he moved to give you a smile. Now Beomgyu’s eyes were hot on you too, his neck nearly snapping toward you in shock. “I love Chae, too. I miss her. And I think you’ll be a really good dad.” Considering what had happened with his own, you know there was no need to bring up how much practice he’s gotten already. How you just know he would take the example he was given, and do the exact opposite. The action he’s taken already, how he’s dove head first into it, seeming with little resentment given he’s only just found out about his child.

“Thanks,” Jungkook said. “Chaeyoung was talking about you the last time I was with her.” A smile found your lips. “She misses you, too. She hopes… She hopes you’re okay.” He let his gaze drag over the three of you. “She’s so smart.” He laughed. “She guessed this before I even realized what was happening. You three.”

“She did?” you whispered.

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, she knows. Figured it out herself.” He popped his brows and smiled at you. “Girl intuition is crazy.”

Swallowing hard, you blinked and glanced at your lap. Taking a deep breath, you tried to ease the nerves that crept up within you. You looked at Taehyun, who was now talking with Jungkook, and tightened your jaw.

Girl intuition is crazy.

[calzone-d]

"Wait, don't go, please..." with Jason

oooh me likey

this turned out way longer than i originally planned lol, my apologies.

tw: talks of cheating, crying, mild panic

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It was late. Way past your bedtime. A frantic phone call from Jason is actually what woke you up.

“Y/N.. I cant- I need.. can you come over? please? I don’t..”

you could hear the tremor in his voice over the phone, and although he’s stopped calling and texting as much as usual, you still felt inclined to answer his call. regardless of how irritated you were with him, the sound of him in distress still had you jumping out of bed and into your car.

after letting yourself in, you found him on the couch. his hair was a mess, his eyes wide with panic as he bit at his nails. it had been longer than usual since you’ve seen him, but he didn’t look like he was doing well.

your situation-ship had been neglected lately. as jason got over his split with olivia, the two of you rekindled your old romance. you’d spent most nights tucked into his side on his couch, a kid in each of your arms with a movie on in the background. you thought things were going well, but jason had gotten distant and you saw pictures online of him with a girl so you pulled back too.

it didn’t last long. the kids asked him everyday where you were, and eventually you ended up confronting him. after a long talk once the kids went to bed, you both ended up frustrated. he tried justifying his actions by explaining how he felt too “fucked up” for you, and you were frustrated because you had just gotten back to how things used to be.

texts were sent here and there but you hadn’t seen him for the better part of the last three months.

that’s why you were so surprised at the way his shoulders seemed to relax at the sight of you.

“i-i fucked up.” his voice sounded choked.

you immediately thought the worse. did something happen with olivia? did he get his fling pregnant?

“wh-“

“i got in too deep with her.. it was just supposed to be.. a thing. but then i felt worse about myself, a-and you, and-“

“jason, you’re spiraling.”

he let out a breath at your words and rubbed at his eyes.

“I was happy with what we had.. you’re a grown adult who decided to see someone else. it’s fine, that’s your decision, it’s just still an open wound okay?”

“y/n, it was just supposed to be a quick fuck, I-“

“please don’t tell me that” you said with sad eyes. “are the kids okay?”

“they’re fine” you nodded and bent down to pick your purse off the floor where you’d put it.

“wha- where are you going?”

“home, jase. i really don’t want to hear the details of you finding someone younger to fuck and being surprised when she wants to be your next wife. i-… that was.. yeah. i’m goin’ home.”

his voice trembled as he choked out,” wait, don’t go.. please.. i-“

when you turned to look at him his eyes were glossy and his jaw was clenched. all you could do was stare, it hurt too much to comfort him.

“it’s done, okay? it’s fucking over!” his voice sounded defensive when you eyeballed the way his hands trembled. before you could make another move he let out a choked sob. as hurt as you were there’s no chance you’d just walk away from him in that state.

your purse hit his floor again and you sighed as you sat next to him. he seemed to relax the tiniest bit when you toed off your shoes and brought a warm hand to his back. he gasped for air as he choked on another sob.

“please don’t go..we- we need you! fuck, i need you.”

“if you want me to stay you’re going to have to start talkin’, jase.”

“i fucked up,” he cried into his hands. “i didn’t mean to fuck up what we had.. it wasn’t my plan! i just- i had started drinking and going out more and began feeling worse and worse and i-“ he shook his head and his voice was tight, “i don’t know what part of me thought that would make things better.”

you silently nodded and let him take his time.

“i was- we were drunk at a party, and by the time i was sober enough to tell you i felt even worse.. i panicked and pulled away. it was a mistake, and i’m sorry..”

before you could respond the sound of little feet padding against the hardwood stopped you.

“daddy?”, daisy’s voice was small and her eyebrows were furrowed. she looked just like him.

she climbed on the couch beside him and got on her knees to wrap her arms around his shoulders as best as she could, “why’re you crying?”

he quickly wiped at his tears and gave her a watery chuckle. “it’s adult stuff, sweetheart. m’okay.”

as soon as he reassured her she was crawling over jason’s lap, knees digging into his thighs as she made her way to you.

“did you come to make daddy stop crying?” she looked up at you with wide eyes and tucked herself into you.

“yeah, honey. he’s okay. why are you still up, daisy girl?”

“heard daddy crying..” her words trailed off with a yawn. “wanna go back to bed now.. daddy’s okay?”

jason’s eyes had begun tearing up again as he watched the two of you.

you stood with her in your arms and carried her back to her bedroom. “he’s gonna be just fine, dais. promise”

her nod against you was weak and as soon as her head hit the pillow she was nodding off.

jason had seemed to calm down a bit by the time you came back to the couch. he was still sniffling, and still shaking but his breathing began to even out again.

“i’m so sorry, y/n.. fuck” he whispered

“jase, i can’t- i can’t keep doing this. hurts too much.. because i didn’t stop loving you for a second, you know? like.. was i doing something wrong? did- did i overstep with the kids?”

“no! not at all, you.. you’re their second mom at this point. they’re always askin’ for you.. when something goes wrong you’re they’re go-to.”

a hint of a smile found its way to your face.

“you didn’t do a single thing wrong, y/n. s’all me. and i don’t expect anything from you, please know that. i-im just so fucking sorry.” his shaky hands reached to wipe at his eyes again.

your hand moved towards the hem of his t-shirt to fiddle with it as you mulled his words over.

“just hurt.. seein’ her all over you. felt like it was supposed to be me, y’know?”

“it was.. is. she.. fuck, y/n where do i even start. she was put off by the fact that the kids even exist. a-and god forbid i ask her to not post on social media about us. it.. kinda felt like being with olivia again when things went to shit. was fuckin’ ridiculous.”

“should’ve just told me from the get go and we could’ve worked past it.”

“i’m so fuckin’ sorry i didn’t, hun..”

“i.. i know. i cant just move past it right now.. but… just give me some time okay? m’not quitting on you, okay?”

his eyes were wide. he wasn’t expecting you to be willing to try again at all, he just couldn’t live being on bad terms.

“y-yeah, of course. just tell me what you need me to do and it’s done, i swear.”

“let’s talk boundaries.. have you broken things off?”

“i did it a week ago. been callin’ nonstop but i haven’t answered,” he leaned forward to get his phone off the table. “here, you can even look.”

you gave the screen a quick glance, seeing that all the calls from her had gone unanswered and it did put you at ease.

a soft hum left your lips, “m’kay..”. jason’s eyes were so heavy and you could tell he needed sleep.

“look, let’s talk about it more tomorrow, okay?”, he nodded but his face contorted at the thought of you leaving now.

before he could open his mouth you interrupted, “i’ll stay, jase. no funny business though.”

he finally chuckled. “okay, but can you spoon me?” his voice was soft and quiet. “s’been a long night.”

“only for you. c’mon, let’s go check on the kids first.”

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thanks for reading!

[missvelvetsstuff]

Just a Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

Chapter 11

After Val left, Y/N went in to speak to Pepper about her unexpected visitor. Pepper shared her concerns about this strange woman showing up out of nowhere and they spent the rest of the afternoon researching and compiling information on Val. Her jet set upbringing, parents murder, her relationship with Nick Fury and alliances with a number of bad guys painted a murky picture of someone who was obviously high up in the intelligence communities pecking order. Pepper gave her some tips and tech for dealing with that crowd.

When Y/N and Dawn made it home the first thing that Y/N did after greeting Olivia and the dogs was take an electronic device and check the rooms until it started beeping around the dinner table. She looked all over it and found a small electronic device stuck to the underside, which she crushed under her heel then dropped into the dogs water bowl. She set the bowl on the kitchen counter and did the same thing a few times when she found other devices.

When she was sure they had all been found and destroyed Y/N sat down on the couch and slumped into the cushions. Dawn made them all drinks, then she and Olivia sat and waited for Y/N to explain what was happening.

Y/N took a long drink before sitting back up and looking at her sisters.

"I had a surprise visitor at work today, I think you've met her" she looked at Olivia who didn't know what to say so Y/N went on "Contessa Valentina Allegra deFontaine or "call me Val" stopped by the office to let me know how she thinks I'm really good for James and should encourage him to accept her offer so she can keep my family safe."

Dawn let out a string of expletives before asking "Who the Hell does she think she is? Coming in and threatening our family. I have half a mind to-"

Y/N tried to calm her "Sissy, calm down. There's a reason I searched for bugs before talking about her. Pepper and I have spent the afternoon looking into this woman and she is high up in the intelligence community with some interesting history. Not the type we can just bury in the woods."

Dawn was seething "I'm just tired of being fucked with by outsiders. What is this project she wants him involved with."

Y/N shrugged "She never told me but seemed awfully sure I could influence him into accepting her offer. Based on what Pepper and I found on her, I don't think it's something James will want to be involved in.

If I ever even see him again, which is doubtful, I would never push him towards anything he wasn't comfortable with. On the off chance that we do see him again we won't be mentioning any threats against us, regardless of who she is. I won't have him doing something because he thinks he has to protect me."

She looked at them both with a question in her eyes and Dawn nodded, always having her sisters back.

Olivia looked sacred and couldn't offer the same promise "But, Y/N what if she-"

Y/N held her hand up "No matter what, Olivia. We must stand united, as a family. Always."

Olivia looked at her and nodded meekly.

Y/N smiled softly "I know it's scary but we can't let her bully us."

A few days later, on Saturday night, Y/N was woken up by someone pounding on the front door, her puppy bolting out of the bed and barking his way to the door.

"Loki! LOKI! Sit!" He promptly sat but she could still hear him growling softly and patted his head.

She looked thru the peephole and gasped, not believing her eyes, standing shocked for a minute before she opened the door. "James?"

Bucky felt his knees weaken when he saw her, mussed hair, sleepy eyes full of confusion....he had never seen anything so beautiful. Suddenly all the words he had wanted to say to her were caught in his throat and he was at a loss, unable to do anything but stare at her longingly.

He felt something touching his hand and his heart sped up, thinking it was her reaching for him but the cold, wet nose pushing against his hand shocked him out of his daze and he looked down to see the dog licking his hand.

He looked back up at Y/N and she giggled "Loki. That's enough."

She gave Bucky a small smile and opened the door "You've been cleared by security if you want to come in."

As he entered, Dawn wielding a baseball bat, and her dog were stumbling down the stairs.

Dawn stopped at the bottom of the stairs to assess the situation but her dog went to check out the new person.

"Thor! Get back here, don't go kissing on the intruder." She snapped in annoyance.

Bucky looked at the dogs at his feet and couldn't help but laugh "Loki and Thor? Holy shit!"

Dawn shook her head and looked at Y/N with an eyebrow raised, questioning. Y/N nodded and Dawn headed back up the stairs "Thor! Bed!"

Her dog whining, looked at his brother and reluctantly followed her up the stairs.

Once Bucky stopped laughing and closed the door he felt her staring at him and he lost his words again.

He reached for her and sighed sadly when she pulled back "Y/N, doll, I'm so sorry for showing up in the middle of the night but we just landed at JFK and I couldn't wait any longer to see you, it's been so long and everything is such a mess and I-  I can go if you want."

She shook her head and looked at him tiredly "Well I'm awake now. Come in and have a seat. You want some coffee or something?"

Bucky shook his head "No, thanks. I'm alright." He stared at his hands before taking a deep breath and stammered

"I, fuck I uh I don't know where to start I feel like I haven't seen you in ages and so much has happened."

He looked up at her hopefully. "I want you to know I never wanted her. I mean, those pictures. I didn't want her. She kept flirting with me and I told her no a hundred times but I didn't, I mean I guess I did something but she drugged me and I never wanted her. I don't even remember anything. You could even ask Sam and Captain America can't lie, you know." He gave her a small smile that she returned, making him feel warm inside.

Y/N listened as he rambled nervously, her heart fluttering at how hard he tried to convince her but her brain was more skeptical. "She drugged you? How does that work on a super soldier? You told me you can't even get drunk except on Asgardian liquor so how?"

He shrugged "I don't know specifics but she must have given me a strong enough dose, way more than a regular person would need to knock them out. We were drinking shots playing some crazy card game and then I woke up naked, next to her. I don't want to sound paranoid or like I'm making excuses but I think John was in on it with her because they were fucking around the rest of the trip-"

A gasp caught both of their attention and they turned to see Olivia, eyes wide, filling with tears and with a hand over her mouth. "Who wh who was John messing around with?" She was barely able to spit it out.

Bucky looked to Y/N helplessly, deducing that the strange woman must be John's wife Olivia.

Y/N gave him an apologetic look and hurried to Olivia's side as the sobs started coming.

Dawn appeared like out of nowhere and put an arm around Olivia's shoulder then nodded her head towards Bucky, wordlessly telling Y/N she had Olivia before leading her back to her room with Thor.

Bucky shook his head when Y/N returned to him "Shit, I'm so sorry. That's his wife Olivia isn't it? I I didn't-"

She shook her head "Of course you didn't, you couldn't have. She received a letter that Johnny was MIA over a month ago and has been staying here ever since. They haven't had any kids yet and he won't let her get a job or any pets so would have been home alone all this time. She's been helping train the puppies and has dinner ready most nites when we get home."

Bucky carefully reached for her hands, scared she would pull away again, and sighed in relief when she didn't.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, doll. I've really missed you."

He slowly pulled her into him and wrapped his arms around her.

Y/N let him pull her into him and felt her eyes filling with tears as she hid her face in his chest, fighting to hold them back, fighting to hold back all of the emotions she had been dealing with since the last time they were together but the sobs beat her and he squeezed her tighter and rubbed her back, burying his face in her hair.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart. I never meant to be gone so long and I'm sorry that you got those pictures and I'm just sorry."

Y/N nodded and sniffled, trying to wipe the tears on his shoulder "I know, it's ok. I mean not ok but it wasn't your fault."

Bucky looked in her eyes and even tired, red and full of tears they were the prettiest eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"I can't promise there won't be any more long absences but I can promise no one will ever catch my eye or my heart like you have."

Y/N giggled "Yeah, I met another one of your other girls while you were gone."

Bucky was confused "Other girls? I don't have anyone but you. Who did you meet, exactly?"

Y/N nodded "Yeah, I guess that's not fair. She didn't really seem like your type and had a very long name but insisted I call her Val."

Bucky stiffened "Val was here? What did she want?"

"Not here she stopped by Stark Tower to meet me. She made sure that I knew that she knew every single detail about me and my family before telling me that I should encourage you to accept her offer but wouldn't tell me what it was. So I didn't make any promises. Pepper and I looked her up, she's pretty high up on the intelligence community tree which makes me wonder how much she can be trusted to follow through on anything she promises."

Y/N paused to let him tell her about his interactions with Val but he was quiet too long for her liking so she pushed. "You've obviously met her so tell me, what's her deal? What does she want from you?"

Bucky looked at her for a moment, considering how much he should tell her since he didn't want to endanger her or her family but realized that Val visiting indicated Y/N was already in danger, no matter what he did.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair

"She works for, or maybe with, General Ross and they are making plans for if he becomes president. I say if but she seemed pretty confident he will win."

Y/N nodded to encourage him to continue "They are putting together a team, like the Avengers but all with, I think she said troubled, pasts. Me, John and she mentioned people from the red room where Natasha, I mean Black Widow was trained. Val strongly encouraged me to work things out with you, said you would help keep me grounded. I just don't know if I want to get into a team under a man who pushed the Sokovia Accords and has threatened to send me to the raft more times than I can count. I mean, can I really trust either of them? And do I want to weigh you down with a partner who has to be away risking his life?"

Bucky paused to catch his breath "To make matters worse she didn't really give me a choice. I can join their team or they'll get my pardon revoked and I spend the rest of my life in the raft."

Y/N looked at him confused and she was so adorable he wanted to kiss her but restrained himself and explained

"The Raft is a top secret ultra high security prison created for enhanced individuals that's located somewhere in the North Atlantic. It is underwater unless someone is coming or going but prisoners don't leave."

He saw her brow furrow and her face grew red, she started shaking

"What?! That's no fucking choice, they can't do that to you. We need to tell someone. Can't let that little bitch make you join their team. Why, I have a good mind to-"

Bucky rubbed her back "Calm down doll. Unfortunately they can. If it happens, then he is president and a traitorous assassin vs a highly decorated general slash president, isn't a fight I can win."

Y/N whined "But Jamie, you can't-"

He shushed her "Hey, sweetheart. It'll be ok. I'll be ok. You're the one I'm worried about."

"Why? What's she going to do to me? I'm no good in a fight so she doesn't need me for her team." Her nerves twitched, hoping Bucky wouldn't realize she hadn't told him everything.

He heard her heart speed up and saw the small drops of perspiration on her forehead "Y/N honey, did Val say anything else when you spoke to her? Are you sure there wasn't anything else? She didn't threaten you did she?"

She jumped a little "Threaten me? What do you mean? Like she would kill me or something? I don't know what you mean."

He saw her pupils dilate and how she wouldn't look him in the eyes. "Baby" he said softly while stroking her back "I need you to tell me everything. If we're going to try to make this work we need to be honest with each other."

His hand moved some hair out of her eyes and held her chin gently until she looked back at him and quickly away

"It's nothing" she mumbled something else he couldn't understand.

Bucky sighed "Ok well I guess that's my answer. Take care of yourself doll. I'll get out of your hair." And started to pull away.

Y/N couldn't bear the thought of him leaving again "Wait. Jamie."

He kissed her on the forehead "Look doll, it's alright you can tell me anything."

She looked away and mumbled again.

"Y/N" he gently scolded

"Fine. She said if we were together and you took her offer that she would make sure my family stayed safe, like we'd get hurt if you didn't. I didn't want to put more shit on your shoulders that's all."

Buckys eyes flashed anger "I'll have to talk to her about that. Threatening the people I care about is a deal breaker."

He caressed her cheek with his flesh hand "I don't know if I want to put any trust in Val or Ross but I do believe they would lock me up and never think twice about it and if I'm locked up then I'm not with you and I really want to be with you."

Y/N looked at him, searching for any trace of uncertainty in his stormy blue eyes but there was none. "Good. I want to be with you too."

Bucky grinned at her "You're sure? Cuz once you're mine, you'll never get rid of me. I'll follow you to the ends of the galaxy."

"Isn't that supposed to be ends of the earth?" She questioned with a giggle.

Bucky shook his head "Not with some of the friends I have."

He looked at her for a moment before pulling her close and kissing her. The kisses started soft and gentle until she let him in and Bucky groaned at her taste, she felt the rumble in his chest to the tips of her toes and whined at the rush of wetness in her panties.

Bucky kissed down her neck mumbling against her skin "so sweet, never get enough of you doll"

He stopped suddenly and sniffed when she whined and growled "dammit baby, you smell so fucking good" before kissing her hard holding her with his hand on the back of her neck. He moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling gently.

When he had to pull away to catch his breath he looked at her guilty and pulled away "Fuck, I'm sorry. That's not taking it slow, I just missed you so much and I-"

Y/N looked at him with lust darkened eyes "Shut up and carry me to my room, Sarge."

Buckys breath caught "Anything you want doll, is yours."

Chapter 12

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Thirty-Two: The Massacre at Hawkins Lab

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 5,032 Warnings: squint for fluff, angst, liv being liv (aka horny as shit), canon violence, demobat blood mention, steve being hurt, blood mention, Smut: no | yes; 18+ MINORS DNI: A/N: Hi, friends! She late 'cause my mental has not been great. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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My only two thoughts while swimming the bottom of Lover’s Lake was not to drown, and to get to Steve. When I made it to the Gate, I half expected to drop on the top of my head, but instead when I reached out, I had to pull myself out by my arms, reaching up with my legs for additional support.

I stayed on my hands and knees, gasping for air while hearing more gasps for air coming from behind me. Looking back, I saw Nancy, Robin and Eddie, all three soaked to the bone, just like me. Standing, I went to ask what the hell they were doing here, but the sounds of screaming and screeching grabbed my attention, my goal back in the forefront of my mind.

Not having a care in the world, I darted forward, careful not to trip over the vines on the ground. These vines reminded me of the ones in the tunnels about a year and a half ago. I saw an oar on the ground, so I picked it up and swung at the flying creatures, hitting one that had its head sunk into Steve’s flesh before I shook my hair out of my face, saying, “Hi, there.”

Nancy, Robin and Eddie all helped me fight off the creatures as I went to the one that had its tail wrapped around Steve’s throat, cutting off his circulation. Putting my foot on it, I started stabbing it with the oar in my hands, Nancy helping me.

“Liv, behind you!” Eddie yelled. 

I felt something hit my back, so, like I did at the Creel House with the spider, I screamed and turned my back towards him and the girls, yelling at them to get it off of me before I became Upside Down chow.

Instant relief came over me at feeling this creature being pulled off of me, Robin saying my name before I stabbed it with the big end of the oar, saying, “Go to fucking hell!”

“Come on, come on, come on, you son of a bitch,” Eddie said. “I said come on! Let’s go!”

I was too busy stabbing my creature until I was sure it was dead to pay attention to anything else. When I was sure it was dead, I looked at Steve and watched as he slung the creature around, hitting it twice on the ground before stepping on it and ripping it in half, tossing it behind him before he spit something from his mouth. I think it was blood because it was thick and… just gross looking.

“Steve,” I said, walking towards him. “Oh, my god. Babe.” He turned toward me, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I returned it, not caring about the fact that the blood from that creature was in my hair now or that his own on me.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Eddie said. “Jesus H. Christ!” 

When I pulled back, I looked at Steve, asking, “Stupid question, but are you okay?”

He looked down, looking at his left side, saying with a hoarse voice, “Well, they took about a pound of flesh.” I looked all over his front and his back as he continued, “But other than that, yeah, never better.”

We looked at each other for a moment before I said, “If your lips weren’t covered in Upside Down blood, I’d kiss you stupid.”

“Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?” Robin asked.

“What?” Steve and I asked. 

“It’s just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear, and I think we should probably get you to a doctor, like, really soon because once the symptoms set in, it’s already too late. You’re already, like, dead.”

I looked at her in disbelief, before rolling my eyes and saying, “Gee, thanks, Robin. That’s really encouraging.”

The sound of the creatures, now known as bats, screeched and were making their way towards us before they started to land at the gate in front of us.

“Okay, I suggest we run like hell to the woods,” I whispered, feeling Eddie and Robin behind me.

“There’s not that many,” Steve suggested.

“What do you mean, there’s not that many?” I asked. “You wanna try and fight these things when they just tried to have you for dinner?”

“We can take ‘em. Right?”

“Negatory.”

A shit ton more made their appearance in the sky, the lightning making the sky go red.

I cleared my throat, putting my hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You were saying, babe?”

“The woods,” Nancy said. “Come on.”

Without thinking, Nancy, Eddie, Steve and myself all started running out of the dry Lover’s Lake to where the shore would be, Robin behind us as she said, “Great. More running.”

“Get used to it, Buckley,” I said.

~~~

As we ran through the woods, we again dodged the vines on the ground, careful to not step on any. I somehow ran my way to the front of the group. I just wanted to get home to feel safe… my home. But instead I ran to Skull Rock, squatting to hide from the bats that were chasing after us. Steve was behind me, Nancy, Eddie and Robin all three in front of me.

Once the bats had passed over us, Robin started coming out from our hiding spot, the words, “Oh… okay,” coming out of her mouth. “That was close.”

“Yeah,” Eddie croaked. “Too close.”

I stayed behind Nancy a few steps as she, Robin and Eddie started walking away. Keeping my eyes on Steve, I watched as he stepped to his right, putting his hands on the rock, saying, “Oh sh– shit.”

“Steve?” I asked. I stepped up to him, muttering, “Jesus” under my breath. “Babe?”

“I’m fine,” he said. “I’m fine.”

Turning his body to face me, I said, “No, no, no, no, no, you’re losing too much blood.” I looked at his wounds, sadness filling my eyes. “Damn, those bats did a number on you.” Putting my hands on his sides, I started to guide him to sit on his knees, I said, “Come on, sit down. Easy. That’s it.”

He landed on his knees with a grunt… a painful one. As he leaned back against the rock, I could see the pain he’s feeling written all over his face before I cast my eyes down, watching him remove his shaking right hand from the wound on his right side, blood coming from it.

Looking around for something I could use as a makeshift bandage, I eyed the bottom of Nancy’s shirt. “Nancy,” I said, standing up, said girl turning around to face me. “Gimme the bottom of your shirt.”

She looked at me like she didn’t know what I was talking about.

“The bottom of your shirt! I need it!” I exclaimed, reaching for her shirt and tearing the bottom of it off.

Robin kneeled beside Steve, her voice on the side of panic as she quickly rambled, “Okay, so the good news here is wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies. But, uhm, if you start having hallucinations or-or muscle spasms or you start feeling really aggressive, like you wanna punch me or something, you should totally let me know.”

“Robin,” Steve muttered.

“Yeah?”

“I kinda wanna punch you.”

She chuckled before saying, “Sense of humor is still intact. It’s a good sign.”

“Yeah,” Steve whispered. It was so soft, if I wasn’t kneeling in front of him, I wouldn’t have heard him.

“Robin, I love you, but… please move,” I said. Quickly looking back to Steve, I put the makeshift band up to his stomach, looking up at him after he sat up a little. With kind eyes, I asked, “You ready?”

“Just do it,” he grunted.

I put the band on his wounds, loose but firm enough to grab ahold of the blood, a small pained groan coming from his throat. “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. I looked up as he tilted his head back, hands in his hair.

Wanting to bring a little bit of humor into a bad situation as I twisted the band on his back and brought it back forward, I smiled and whispered, “Now, this looks familiar.”

“Keep it in your pants, Henderson,” Steve whispered.

“Is it too tight?” I asked.

“No, that’s good.”

I tied it off as good as I could with the little bit of material I had left. Placing my hands on his wounds very lightly, I looked up at him, already seeing that his eyes were on me.

“Thanks, baby,” he whispered.

“Anytime,” I whispered back. 

I leaned up toward Steve as he leaned down the best could toward me, our lips locking in a slow kiss. When we pulled apart, he placed his forehead to mine, breathing deeply.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

Eddie’s voice cut through our little moment as he said, “So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?”

Steve put his arm around my shoulder right before I helped him stand up, Nancy answering, “Pretty much,” as Steve and I walked to the edge of Skull Rock. I kept my arm around his back as Nancy answered, almost too aggressively, “Wait, watch out for the vines,” as Eddie was about to come down from the rock he had climbed up on.

“It’s all a hive mind,” I added, more sweetly.

“It’s all a what, Henderson?” Eddie asked.

“All the creepy crawlies around here, dude,” Steve said. “They’re, like, one or something. You step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.”

Eddie nodded before saying, “Shit,” starting his descent down the rock, careful not to step on any vines.

“Makes you wonder how many we’ve stepped on already,” I said. “Ya’know, ‘cause we ran all the way here?”

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people, obviously?” Robin asked.

“As far as I understand it, yeah,” Nancy said.

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt that the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin,” Steve said. He looked at me, asking, “Right?”

Tilting my head side to side in thought, I answered, “Not really, no. But guns, obviously.”

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns,” Nancy said. “I have guns… in my bedroom.”

Eddie jumped from the rock, looking dead at Nancy, saying, “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?”

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin said.

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver,” Nancy said.

“Yeah, you almost shot Steve with that one,” I muttered.

She looked back at Steve, a smile on her face as she said, “He almost deserved it.”

“Would you quit gawking at my freaking boyfriend?” I said, just before something landed on Steve’s chest.

“For your modesty, dude,” Eddie said, sans denim vest.

Loud rumbling  caused the ground to shake like an earthquake, Steve grabbing on to me, pulling me into him. “What the fuck?” I muttered.

“Oh my god!” Robin exclaimed.

The earthquake type rumble lasted only a few seconds before it stopped, a creature's sounds coming through the air in what seemed like all different directions. 

Robin, I guess, had landed on Eddie, the latter still holding on to her as they sat on the ground. Nancy was in front of Steve and I, holding on to the rock. Steve still had his arm around me, his face buried in my hair.

“Okay, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me,” Eddie said.

“Yeah, me too,” Robin added.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at them, the tone of their words bringing that out. I was also nervous and scared as hell, so the chuckling was more like Robin’s rambling. 

Nancy stepped in front of us a couple steps, her body turned a little towards Steve and I as I turned in his hold a little, his lips going to my hairline.

He released his hold on me, bringing his lips to mine for a moment before saying, “So what are we waiting for?” while putting on Eddie’s vest. He grabbed my hand after bringing out a flashlight, guiding us further into the woods, Nancy, Robin and Eddie following.

~~~

Steve’s hand never left mine as we trekked through the woods. Every so often, he would bring our hands up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of my hand. When he did that, I would wrap my free hand around his bicep, placing a kiss to a spot I could reach.

“Couldn’t we have tried a road, or something just slightly less creepy?” Robin asked.

“I think we’re getting close,” Nancy said. “We’re almost out of here, don’t worry.”

“Eddie,” Steve said. “Eddie, hey man… uh.” Said boy turned and faced Steve and I, his steps slowing so that Steve and I could catch up. “Listen, I just, uh… I just wanna say thanks.” Steve was quiet for a moment before he added, “For saving my ass back there.”

“Shit, you saved your own ass, man,” Eddie said. “I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.”

“Ozzy?” Steve asked, all three of us stepping on a log that was in our path.

“When you took a bite out of that bat.”

Steve was quiet, not knowing what the hell Eddie was talking about.

“Ozzy Osbourne?” Eddie and I asked.

“Steve, I called you right after I heard about it,” I said, squeezing his hand a little. “You don’t remember?”

He was still quiet as Eddie asked, “Black Sabbath?”

“He bit a bat’s head off on stage.”

“I don’t–” Steve said. 

“Oh my god,” I breathed.

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie said. “It was very metal, what you did. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Thanks,” Steve said, more like a question than a statement. 

A few seconds later, Eddie said, “Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact.”

“Wait, which Henderson said that?” Steve asked.

“Oh, male Henderson. I kind of forget there’s two of them. Shit. Kid worrrrrrships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It’s kind of annoying, to be honest. Yeah, I don’t even know why I care about what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh, I guess I got a little jealous, Steve.”

“Eddie Munson, jealous?” I mused.

“Well, female Henderson, I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steeeeeeeeve Harrington was actually… a good dude.”

Looking at Steve, I smiled as I said, “Yeah, he is.”

“Rich parents, popular, chick love him,” Eddie continued. “Not a douche? No way, man. No way. That, like… flies in the face of all the laws in the universe.”

“And your own personal Munson doctrine.”

“Still super jealous as hell, by the way,” he said, getting into Steve’s little bubble.

Chuckling lightly, I pushed him away, gently.

“Which is why I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any, uh… normal circumstances.”

A branch snapping had the three of us going on alert, stopping for a moment before our steps started once more.

“Nope. Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run,” Eddie said. “Or at least that’s what I’ve learned about myself this week.”

As I tapped his chest, Steve said, “Give yourself a break, man.”

“See?” Eddie said, stopping his footsteps, causing Steve and I to do the same. “The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies, and this lady, came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the only one who stayed behind. But, Henderson, right here, didn’t waste a second.” 

Steve and I looked at each other, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes as I looked deep into them.

“Not one… second. She just dove right in. Now, I don’t know what happened between you two in the past that Henderson goes on about, but if I were you, I’d keep her tight in your arms, and never let go. ‘Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.”

As Steve and I went to kiss again, another earthquake rumble hit, sending the three of us to the ground. 

“Goddamn it!” Eddie and I exclaimed.

“Here we go again,” Eddie added.

“Nancy!” Robin yelled. “Where are you going? Nancy!”

Once the earthquake stopped, the four of us were running after Nancy, Robin yelling her name one more time. When we reached her, she was looking out into the distance, red lightning striking every few seconds.

“Is that your house?” I asked.

She didn’t answer me as she said, “Come on.”

~~~

Nancy opened her front door, the rest of us walking in after her. Steve and I went into the room on the left as most everyone else stayed in the entryway.

“Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler,” Robin said. 

“Come on,” Nancy said. “I don’t wanna stay here longer than we need to.”

All five of us started making our way up the stairs when I stopped after the first small set, hearing a voice. 

“Babe,” I said. “Do you hear that?”

Steve stopped, turning around with his flashlight in hand and shined it towards the area where I was hearing a voice. As I concentrated on it, my eyes widened, happy to hear his voice.

“Dusty?” I whispered, making my way to the living area. “Dustin!”

“Dustin!” Steve yelled, following after me. “Dustin!”

“Dustin, can you hear me?” I yelled. “Dusty!”

“Dus– hello?”

“Hell-hello?!”

“Maybe he really does have rabies,” Robin said. “And Liv got them from kissing him.”

“Hello!! Hello?”

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked.

“Does Olivia not exist anymore?” I exclaimed. “My brother– he’s here. That little shit’s here. He’s, like–”

“He’s in the walls or something, just listen,” Steve said, out of breath.

It was quiet for a second before I said, “Dustin! Dusty! Dustin! Dustin! Can you hear me? It’s Liv!”

Very faintly I heard his voice say, “That brings us to the first question you raised.”

Eddie, Robin and Nancy all got into gear, saying Dustin’s name, Eddie checking behind a window curtain.

“Dustin!”

“Dustin?” “Dusty!”

“Alright, either this kid can’t hear us or he’s being a total douche bag,” Steve said.

“Will found a way,” Nancy said.

“What?” Steve turned to face Nancy as I thought about what they just said.

“She’s right,” I said. “Will found a way to communicate with Joyce.” I thought for a moment before laughing, putting my palm on my hairline. “Oh, my god. The lights. The fucking lights!”

Steve and Nancy tried the lamp and lightswitch that was on the other side of the staircase as I had my epiphany. I guess Steve and I had the same idea because we both looked toward the chandelier that was hanging right near him. 

It was glowing.

I smiled a little, taking slow steps towards the chandelier. “Dusty,” I whispered. I stopped once I was under it, feeling Steve on my left, Nancy on my right. Reaching up, I put my hand into what looked like glitter around the chandelier.

Nancy put her hand next to mine before removing it. I had a tear stream down my cheek, not taking my hand away from the light. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Steve’s hand, as well as Nancy’s rejoin, Eddie’s and Robin’s hands joining ours.

“It…” Steve said. “Tickles.”

I chuckled, dropping my head for a moment before looking back up at him. “I love you,” I whispered.

“It kinda feels good,” Robin said.

“Are you too high again or something?” I asked.

Nancy retrieved her hand, obviously thinking about something. “Does anyone know Morse code?”

I looked over at her, a duh look on my face. 

“No,” Robin and Steve said.

“I do,” I said.

“Wait, does SOS count?” Eddie asked. “Is that… is that good?”

Sighing exasperatedly, as well as in annoyance, I started tapping SOS on one of the lights in Morse code. I did it over and over again until we followed the glitter to her room.

We kneeled down on the side of her bed that was closest to the door. Tapping her on the shoulder, I asked if I could be the one to communicate with Dustin since, ya’know, he’s my brother.

Reluctantly, she agreed, standing and moving to Eddie’s left.

“Come on,” Steve said. “Come on.”

“Come on, Dusty,” I whispered. 

“Okay, you guys seeing this?” Dustin asked, his voice faint.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them back up, running my hand over the glitter in front of me. I lightly chuckled, tears coming to my eyes at hearing his laugh.

I miss him so much. Anyone who knows Dustin and I, knows that we’re a package deal. We have been since our dad skipped out on us. We protect each other, no matter what. We’re hardly ever apart, so being away from him for this long is killing me. Hearing his voice and his laughter brings me a lot of joy that I can’t even explain.

“We’re not moving it, but we’re gonna unplug it, so stand by. Yank it.”

The glitters went away, and I started to get nervous before his voice said, “Okay, try it now.”

“Okay, uhm…” I said, trying to think. “Uh…”

“Try your name,” Steve whispered in my ear.

I looked at him, nothing but gratefulness and thanks in my eyes. Looking back at where the glitter was, I wrote the letters of my name. L-I-V.

“Liv! That worked!”

“Yes!!” I exclaimed. I drew a heart next, letting my little brother know that I love him. 

“Yeah. Love you, too, Liv.”

“Okay, uh….” I wrote the letters S-T-U-C-K next, letting him know that we were stuck in the Upside Down with no way or clue to where another gate would be.

I could hear Lucas’ voice next, telling Dustin that we’re stuck in the Upside Down.

“Uh, you can’t get back through Watergate?”

“What the hell’s Watergate?” Steve asked.

“The gate you were pulled through, the one we swam through at Lover’s Lake,” I said. “It’s in the water and it’s a gate, babe. Water. Gate. Watergate.”

“God, you two and your play on words.”

“That’s cute,” Eddie said.

“Jesus, Dustin, no, it’s–” I said, writing the word GUARDED.

“Okay, uh, Watergate’s guarded.”

“Perfect,” Steve said. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Okay, uh, we think we have a theory that can help with that.”

“Yes,” someone said.

“Genius child,” Robin said.

“He’s very smart for his age,” I said.

“We think Watergate isn’t the only gate. That there’s a gate at every murder site.”

Dropping my head, I sighed before looking back up at the glitter writing, I SAID THAT.

“Does anybody understand what he’s talking about?” Nancy asked.

“I already answered him,” I muttered.

“Okay. Seriously, Liv? How long do I have to be on the money for you to trust me?”

“Jesus Christ, this kid’s gotta get his ego in check,” Steve said.

“It’s his tone,” Eddie and I said, his moreso a question whereas mine was a statement.

“I know.”

Turning my head, I wasn’t looking at anything in particular as I asked, “Eddie, how far is your trailer from here?” before looking him in the eyes. 

Without missing a beat, he answered, “Seven miles.”

“Liv?” Robin said. “I know Nancy’s house here is all, like, weirdly, creepily, frozen in time and shit, but  haven’t there always been bikes?”

I shrugged. “All depends on when Labgate opened. There would be five bikes here that night.” Looking back at the glitter, I wrote out EDDIE. TRAILER.

We all went downstairs to grab the bikes, thanking God that mine was here… which means Labgate opened up while I was here the night Will went missing.

Steve and I were in front, but I had to stop for a moment, hearing Mom yelling out Dustin’s name before she said, “Find Livvie!”

After I said to myself that I’ll find her once it’s safe, I stood on my bike, feet on the pedals and began pedaling after the rest of my group.

~~~

As we passed the Creel house, I noticed all the bats circling around it, anger flooding my features. I just wanted Vecna dead for all the hurt and pain he’s caused for the last two or three years.

I pedaled faster, easily catching up to Eddie, who looked at me all shocked that I could keep up with the pedaling. I just shrugged, standing back up while keeping my feet and legs moving, stopping every so often to give them a bit of a break, the wheels still moving.

The moment we made it to Forest Hills, I let Eddie take full lead, pointing to his trailer once we were close, saying, “It’s right there.” Dismounting off the bike, I set mine down, hearing the other four bikes hit the ground as well.

“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record,” Robin said. “Most miles traveled interdimensionally.”

Putting my hands on her shoulders, I looked her dead in the face, saying, “Robin, I love you, but now is not the time,” before walking around her and towards Eddie’s trailer.

Steve coughed before spitting. I looked back at him, eyes full of concern before he answered my question, “Just inhaled a bunch of that crap.” He coughed before continuing, “It’s stuck in my throat.”

We walked inside after Eddie, looking up to the right  immediately after we did, seeing the gate from Chrissy’s death. Chrissygate. Red light coming from it.

“Goddamn,” Steve said.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Eddie said, “This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died.”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie,” I whispered.

“I think there’s something in there,” Robin said.

A vine, tentacle type thing came into view, Steve’s hand reaching for mine.

“What the hell is that?” Eddie asked.

It retreated before busting through the gate, a loud scream tearing from my throat, Steve’s arm around my middle.

Whatever it was kept coming and going, pushing parts of the gate away. I looked at Steve, seeing that hero look in his eyes before whatever was at the gate stopped.

With our fingers laced, Steve and I took cautious steps forward before I heard him softly say, “No way.”

“What?” I asked, stepping closer to him. Looking up, I smiled big at what, or rather who I saw. I started laughing the same time Dustin did, he, the Sinclair siblings, and Max looking up at them while we were… looking up at them.

“Hi, Livvie,” Dustin said, waving. “Hey, everyone!”

I waved back before bringing my hands together in front of my face, slightly squatting as I laughed and looked at my brother.

Everyone else said their hi’s before Robin said, “Holy shit, this is trippy.”

Dustin laughed his contagious laugh before saying, “Bada-bada-boom!”

~~~

Dustin had created a plan on how to get us back to our Hawkins by having us climb up through our ceiling to drop through theirs onto the mattress that Lucas and Max have just set down.

“Those stains are, uh…” Eddie said. “I dunno what those stains are.”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “Suuuuuure.” I watched Dustin come into view, my neck starting to hurt a little bit as he held the sheet rope in his hands. “I’ll be amazed if the physics works on this.”

Watching it drop to the floor had my jaw dropping at the physics working. I laughed in shock before looking back up at Dustin. “Holy shit, that worked. Dustin, let go!”

He let go, the makeshift rope staying in place. “Liv, pull on it. See if it holds!”

I shrugged after looking at Steve. “Here goes nothing,” I breathed. Grabbing it, I took a deep breath, releasing it as I pulled on the sheets as hard as I could. “It works,” I said, smiling. I turned to Steve, gently grabbing his cheeks. “It works!”

He smiled at me and started leaning in for a kiss before Robin’s voice cut through, saying, “Guess I’m the guinea pig,” before she climbed up the sheets, dropping on the mattress above us.

Eddie, Steve, Nancy and I all looked at each other before Eddie said, “Alright, guess I’ll go,” before making his climb up the sheet to fall onto his mattress.

I chuckled as Eddie got up from the mattress, sighing. Looking down, I closed my eyes for a second before opening them back up, looking over my shoulder at Steve. “Guess I’ll go next?”

“Yeah,” Nancy answered.

I grabbed Steve’s cheeks, looking him in the eyes. “I better see you on the other side.”

“You will, beautiful. Don’t worry,” he said.  He leaned forward, as did I, our lips meeting in a sweet, long kiss. Our lips moved in sync for a moment before a throat was cleared and Dustin’s voice came from above us, saying, “Quit kissing my sister!”

I pulled from Steve, laughing a little as our foreheads met. “I love you, handsome.”

“I love you, too, beautiful.”

Turning to face the sheets, I grabbed them, readying myself to ascend up the sheets. One moment I was climbing up straight, the next I could see my hair dangling above me. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” I said, flipping and dropping onto my back. 

As I sat up, the look on Eddie’s face had me laughing. “Yes, it was fun. Scary, but fun.” He held his hand out for me to take, so I did, standing with Eddie’s help. “Thanks.”

I looked up, waiting for Nancy to make her own trip through Chrissygate. Steve placed his hands on her shoulders, saying her name and shaking her exactly like he did with Max at the cemetery. “Shit.”

“What?” everyone on this side asked. 

“She’s in a trance. Nancy’s in a trance! Vecna has Nancy!”

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“Devil's Bait”

Summary: Na’vi Y/N and Sully’s kids have been used for one of Bridgehead’s experiments. The Sky People are trying to get to know and team up with the Ash People, but to do that they must find out how big of a threat they are. To test their theory, they use them. But Quaritch isn’t happy about that. 

(This is my interpretation of the Ash People so far)

WARNINGS : ANGST, violence, guns, shooting, tears, death 

SIDE RANT: IF QUARITCH OR LYLE AND THE FEMALE LEADER OF THE ASH PEOPLE BECOME LOVE INTERESTS I AM GOING TO FUCKING CRY.

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I was told hell was not a place on Earth or Pandora. That it was somewhere further down and one could only go there when one wasn’t alive. 

But now, I’m starting to think the Sky People have brought it with them and it's slowly swallowing Pandora, like a never-ending void. 

As kids, we were all told stories of the Ash People. They were malevolent creatures with no sympathy or joy in life. They were the demons of Pandora, other than the Sky People and were so-called outsiders. The Ash People did not have the connection to Eywa and Pandora that all other Na’vi had. They were almost lifeless beings filled with hate and the urge to harm and destruct. 

No Na’vi would ever want to encounter an Ash Na’vi. Death and torture would be certain. Luckily, the clans had large masses of land distancing them. 

Returning to hell, the fighting never stopped. After that one battle between the Sky People soldiers and the water clan and the Sullys, Pandora was still not calm. 

Kiri, Lo’ak, Spider, Tuk and I were never allowed to go anywhere unsupervised by an armed adult. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t let it happen and there was no questioning it. Especially after what happened to Neteyam… 

It seemed as though our entire family had been put on their kill list and we were never truly safe. 

After about a month, the fear had died down slightly and we were allowed to leave the village up to a certain area. 

Today was one of the days when we would go hunting for a smaller animal or just gather fruits and herbs. Kiri was learning healing with Ronal and Neytiri, so she stayed home. 

Lo’ak, Tuk, Spider and I left the coastal area and were in a forest again. This forest was still far from our old home. 

What had changed was that we were no longer carrying bows and arrows. When we left, we had to have guns which were horrible, destructive tools but they were more efficient when it came to self-defence against Sky People. Especially because they had them too. 

I had one, carrying it sideways because it was big and heavy while an ammo belt rested around my shoulder. Spider and Lo’ak each had one too. I held Tuk’s hand as we walked, talking about whether we preferred Ilu’s or Ikran’s. 

Then, I was the first to pick up a strange noise. It was a very distant rattling coming from above the trees. I froze, letting my ears focus on figuring it out. Lo’ak heard it too and Tuk held me tighter. 

“What is it?” Spider asked. We all stayed quiet for a minute, listening as the noise became louder. 

“Something’s coming.” I say, not taking my eyes off the sky and the crowns of the trees. 

“Do you think it’s the Sky People?” Spider asked again. Tuk gasped and I wrapped an arm around her. 

“It’s a machine, that’s for sure.” I answer and Lo’ak nods, stepping in front of us all and looking around. In the distance, we see how the leaves on the trees start to shake and flay around. 

It was one of their helicopters, approaching us. 

“Stay quiet.” Lo’ak said. “Maybe it doesn’t know we are here.” 

That theory did not last for long. The helicopter stopped moving forwards once it was roughly above us and ropes were thrown down. We stepped away and saw how Sky People in machines were getting ready to leap down.

Without hesitation, we started to run in the opposite direction with the instinct to distance ourselves from the danger. 

I pulled Tuk behind me and Lo’ak gave Spider a push while we ran to take cover in the dense trees. However, the machines had reached the ground and we knew they were following us. 

Luckily we didn’t have them on our heels. 

Another helicopter emerged, sending us in a slightly different direction. 

After a few more minutes of running, we noticed the trees were fading away and after a few more steps, there were no trees in front of us. We must have left the forest. Now, we were looking out on a large plain of grass and small plants. There was a nearby hill and in the distance, even the greenery was gone and it looked like stone and mud only. 

Running into plain sight of the helicopters wasn’t a good idea but since they were behind us, we had to run from them. So we did, letting our feet take us through the grass until we were roughly in the middle. 

I looked back, gasping for air and noticed the aircraft hover above the forest only. No doubt were they watching us, they had the machines facing us too but they didn’t follow. In fact, they retreated, not flying away but giving us more space. 

Lo’ak and I exchanged confused looks. What was the point of that?

Tuk sat down, wrapping an arm around my leg and steadying her breathing. Spider joined her while Lo’ak and I looked around. The plain was huge but it was still encircled by forests. 

“What the hell was that?” Spider asks, breathily. I sigh, not liking the fact that we didn’t understand what they were doing.

When you are being chased, it is simple. They want to get you and you don’t want to be caught, so you run. Flee from them. 

But now they were just watching us and I didn’t know how to work against them here. 

“I don’t know.” I reply, turning away and patting Tuk. 

“You okay?” I whisper and she nods while I adjust my chest piece and ammo belt. Lo’ak keeps staring them down. 

“It makes no sense.” he said, looking at me. I nod, thinking. 

“Why chase us all the way here and then stop?” he asks, not expecting an answer from me. 

“I don’t know. Let’s wait it out. What we need to figure out is how to get back when they are blocking the way home.” I say and Lo’ak nods, sitting down with us. 

We were all a little tired, so we sat in a circle on the soft grass which dried out the further north one went. It was weird. An hour went by of us talking, pulling our strands of grass and glancing back. The helicopters had not moved. It was past weird at this point. 

The whole time, I was trying to figure out what was happening. I know the Sky People don’t do things without reason. Which meant they had a plan, to drive us away from the forest and into the open. But why? Why did they want us here?

If they want us here, that means something bad is approaching. And since we don’t know what it is, we can’t plan against it. Concluding, we must leave.

“I think we should go.” I say, tapping Lo’ak’s shoulder and getting up. 

“How? They’re still there.” 

“We can go around, that way we will be home before the eclipse.” I say and Lo’ak hesitates before nodding. 

We all get up and walk back to the forest but not to where the helicopters were. Now, there were three of them and as we started approaching the other side of the trees, one aircraft started moving forwards and hovered over the area we wanted to go through. 

I stopped in my steps. The message was clear, they didn’t want us to leave. It worried me. Not knowing what is to come and not being able to escape it. 

Suddenly, a single shot was fired from one of the helicopters. The bullet hit the ground a few feet away from us and we flinched at the loud noise. 

I guess that meant that we should turn back, so we did, walking back to the circle.

...

The Colonel was standing amongst other soldiers and scientists, with Wainfleet and the General. Everyone was watching the operation. The helicopters were pointing their cameras at the group of Sully's kids while the soldiers on board were describing the situation. They had herded the kids out of the forest and into the open plains.

Now, they could proceed with phase two of the plan. Bring in the predators. 

“What exactly is the plan here?” Lyle asks, directing his question more to the General than to Quaritch. 

“We’re waiting for the hostiles to take the hint and come pick up their bait. Based on the reactions of the bait and the actions of the hostiles, we can determine how dangerous these savages actually are.” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. 

Quaritch nodded, keeping his arms firmly crossed over his chest. 

Lyle wasn’t expecting the Colonel to sacrifice the kids. Especially when Spider was there. 

“Sir, your son is there. Are we lettin’ ‘em die?” Lyle asked and only Quaritch heard his question. 

“No, just testin’ the waters.” Quaritch replies, not taking his eyes off the screen. Any minute now, they should emerge and this whole operation can finally be over. 

The location wasn’t far from Bridgehead, so the helicopters had no trouble keeping connections with the Towers. One helicopter had picked up distant movement and informed the Quarters that the plan was being put into action.

...

Another twenty minutes passed and I started to have a bad gut feeling. I’ve felt it this whole time because something was seriously off here but now it seemed to get worse. 

My head was spinning and my ears were twitching around, to pick up any danger. 

That’s when it happened. Another distant noise. Far different from the sounds of the machines. These were echoes. 

Echoes of voices and screams. They sounded like war cries and I immediately jumped to my feet. 

Lo’ak flinched, starting to curse at me for startling him but then he heard it too. We all froze, just listening and looking at the hill where the noise was coming from. 

My heart was thumping in my chest, my head was aching and my ears were ringing. Adrenaline was building up in me and I felt completely restless.

Within the next few seconds, there was a small movement on the hill. Then another and soon we could make out a few figures. They looked like Na’vi, but they were grey. They were making all the violent noise we heard and they also happened to be running towards us. More and more of them were emerging from the top of the hill, which was distant, but still way too close for my liking.

“What are they?” Tuk asked, panic flooding her eager voice. Everyone was on their feet now.

Lo’ak helplessly looked at me as all emotions were overpowered by fear and panic. 

“The Ash People.” I whisper, my breath getting caught in my throat. All went quiet for a second until Tuk cried out and the noises got louder. 

“Load the guns!” I yell, cocking my gun and checking if it’s fully loaded. Spider and Lo’ak quickly comply, even though their movements stutter a few times.

I whip my body around. The helicopters are still watching. 

I then give my attention to Tuk who looks absolutely terrified. 

“Tuk-” I say, grabbing her hands and turning her to face me. “Tuk everything will be okay. We have weapons, okay?” I say, guiding her behind Lo’ak and Spider. 

She nods but I can see the tears forming in her eyes as her lip begins to tremble. 

“Don’t look okay, turn around, hold this. You look at the pretty trees and focus on not dropping this, okay? We are right here with you.” I say, handing her a water bottle. If she focuses on tightly holding it, it may be easier for her to block out the noise. I made her turn around because I knew this was going to get bloody and she shouldn’t have to see that. Neither should we to be honest. We were still too young for this kind of violence but life hit us with new terms and conditions when Sky People arrived. Now, we have no choice but to defend ourselves. 

Killing when it’s not hunting is unusual for all Na’vi except the Ash Na’vi. I knew that if we wouldn’t start attacking them we would be done for. More of them kept emerging from the hill and we were outnumbered by far. 

I let go of Tuk, turning around and walking next to Spider and Lo’ak who are aiming their guns at the approaching danger. The Ash Na’vi are now full-on sprinting towards us and the scene looks like one of our worst nightmares. 

“Remember, their blood is not on our hands. If we don’t do this, we’re all …” I say, motioning the universal sign of dead by fake cutting my throat. I didn’t want Tuk to hear.

They nod. 

“We're doing this for our lives. For Tuk. For life, peace and… for Neteyam.” I say, knowing very well that the Sky People were part of the reason the Ash People were here.

Now they look more angry than scared and I nod, aiming my own weapon at them. 

“Open fire.” I shout and immediately, bullets are soaring through the air. At first, they hit the ground around the approaching targets but after a few seconds of getting used to the weapons, the Ash People in the front line start falling to the ground as our bullets penetrate their skin.

...

“They’ve opened fire first,” a voice from the screen told Quaritch and the General. The Colonel nodded, intently watching the screen. He took note of how you acted. That you took care of Tuk before talking to his son and the other Na’vi boy and that you were the one to give them the green light to open fire while you yourself joined in. 

Leadership skills. 

The room was silently watching the scene. It shocked everyone that your group opened fire first. Or that you opened fire at all. They expected the Ash People to talk to you and worst case scenario take you with them, but your actions changed their minds about them. Knowing Na’vi in general were not actually violent made them conclude that you must know that they are dangerous. Killing them was an extreme form of self-defence so the Ash People must be serious threats. 

...

I clenched my jaw, while Lo’ak screamed out his own war cry. The light emitting from the front of my weapon each time a bullet fired out was making my eyes hurt. Our ears were going numb and I paused to reload, handing Lo’ak and Spider more bullets before shouting to Tuk that she was doing well. 

We kept firing, watching in horror as the bodies kept dropping but our instinct to survive was beating that down. 

More Ash People kept emerging and I reloaded my gun again, handing the rest to Spider and Lo’ak. After this, we were out of ammunition. There were only so many we could kill. 

I glance behind me, starting to walk back as they started coming closer. Spider followed and I yelled at Lo’ak that we need to retreat. I grab Tuk’s arm, pulling her back with my steps while I continued to fire up the enemy. 

Lo’ak stopped firing, pressing the trigger until he realised he was out of bullets. Soon after, Spider had the same issue. 

“Back!” I yell and we start running. Occasionally I turn around, shooting down the fast ones that were getting close to reaching us. I knew I only had a few shots left so I used them wisely.

Tuk was crying and I was now focusing on helping Tuk and getting us all out of here. 

...

Quaritch’s eyes widened when he saw how you began to retreat. You must have run out of ammunition and could only flee. 

He adjusted his posture and clapped his hands. 

“Alright, that’s it. Get ‘em out of there or fire up the others. Your choice.” He spoke calmly. 

The experiment was done. They got your reaction and it told them that the Ash People were the worst of the worst. Now they needed to just solve the problem of you all being hunted. 

The General turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“Get ‘em out of there?” she scoffed, shaking her head and sipping from her cup again. 

Quaritch froze for a split second. Was that not the plan?

“No, let’s see what they do to ‘em. Then we can call the mission off.” she spoke and Quaritch grimaced, not understanding.

He thought they agreed on getting you all out of the scene after reactions were studied. 

“I’m not sending my men in there. It’ll turn into a battlefield.” she added, chuckling with one of her colleagues at the absurd idea. 

That was it. Quaritch had enough and was slowly starting to panic. Lyle had picked up that the situation was taking a wrong turn and became restless. 

“No, we agreed that we would dissolve the fight once we have what we needed. I think we got that.” he spoke, walking up to the General. 

“My son is there!”

“That’s not your son.” she snapped back. 

“Do I have to remind you that I am in charge of this mission and that you will not interfere with anything unless I say so.” she spoke like a snake spitting venom. It was menacing to Quaritch and he realised now that he did in fact not look up to her. 

He wanted to shout at her and argue back but he knew the consequences would be harsh on him. While he couldn’t change her mind, he could still do his own thing. 

He snarled before turning away and quickly exiting the room. Lyle immediately followed. 

“What’s the plan?” Lyle asked, glancing back at the General before facing his Colonel. 

“We’re getting ‘em outta there.” Quaritch furiously snarled again. Wainfleet grinned, liking the rebellion. He himself never liked the General. 

...

The helicopters were still hovering but we had no choice but to run to the forest. We avoided directly running under the aircraft. The start of the forest was still very far away. I attach the gun to my belt, yelling at the boys to follow me. I then wrap my hands under Tuk’s arms, who was struggling to keep up and almost tripped a few times, launching her from her feet and onto me. I was slightly taller than Lo’ak so I was able to hold her while she wrapped her arms and legs around my body. We were all sprinting away, knowing this was another life-or-death situation. Maybe the worst one yet.

Lo’ak was helping Spider while I led the way with Tuk in my hands. When we were getting close to the forest, the helicopters were not shooting or blocking the way. I glanced behind me, gasping when I saw how close the Ash Na’vi were. They were much faster because they were all adults. The looks on their faces we so hate-filled I was beyond terrified. Their eyes were demonic and it seemed as though all that mattered to them was catching up with us. 

I face forwards again and almost scream when I see that some Ash People have started emerging from the other side now too. We were being closed in from both sides. Next to us was the forest but that’s where the Sky People were before. 

I slow down, turning to Lo’ak. 

“Go through the forest! Take Tuk!” I shout and he nods before giving me a confused look. 

“Come then, let’s go!” he shouts back, ready to run in between the trees.

“I can’t! They will catch up easily if we all go there.” I say, putting Tuk back on her feet and giving her to Lo’ak. He holds her as I did and angrily looked at me. 

“I will not leave you behind!” he shouts, grabbing for my arm but I move out of the way. 

This made me feel like I was a stupid character in a stupid movie, making it more dramatic by sacrificing myself to help the others even though usually they would make it anyway. But this time, I knew they would follow and kill us all in the forest. If I didn’t lead them away from my family we would all die. 

“There is no other option!” I yell and Lo’ak knows that when he sees how close the Ash Na’vi are. 

“Time is running out. GO!” I yell and he nods before they all take off. I curse, even though I’m glad they listened. Tuk screamed out for me, tears streaming down her eyes as her sore legs dangled around Lo’aks waist. Spider looked back before running with them. 

“Your ‘son’ is out of danger now, Colonel. Return to base.” The General spoke over a monitor in an almost mocking tone. 

Both men slightly grimaced at her voice, while sitting in a helicopter which they took. The pilot was threatened by the Colonel to listen to him and now they were in the air, approaching the area you were in. 

Quaritch looked at the screen, feeling a little relieved when he noticed Spider was in the woods and was no longer being chased. Then again, he and Lyle were both restless when they saw exactly how close the savages were to you and how you were slowly failing at keeping your previous fast pace. 

They exchange eye contact before the Colonel puts the holo-pad away.

...

“We’re gettin’ her outta there too. She helped Spider.” he said and Wainfleet nodded, starting to arm himself with the present weapons. 

...

I really hoped this wouldn’t be the last time I see them. I turn around, aiming my gun and shooting another Ash Na’vi before continuing to run in the direction we were before we realised there were more enemies in front of us. I left the forest behind, sprinting into what I thought was going to be the death of me. I was spinning around, constantly shooting down the Na’vi that almost got within my reach. 

They had forgotten the others and were all chasing me down. I kept firing and then my heart sunk deep in my chest when I realised that I too was out of bullets. 

My legs were starting to give out and with each leap I took, my knees wobbled more and I was reaching my limit. 

They were really close and all my exits were blocked off now. 

I was giving up all hope, throwing my gun down and ridding myself of any unnecessary weight holding me back. But it was becoming difficult to breathe and my legs were trembling. 

Just as I was about to let my body give in, a loud mechanical noise erupted from above me. I knew it was a helicopter by the way it created a strong wind around it. It was descending in front of me and kept a rather big distance. The sides were open and in it, I could recognise Na’vi in military clothing. I knew very well they were Sky People.

The thudding noise of footsteps behind me was just a few feet away and I forced myself to keep running, knowing the Ash People were right behind me.

The two Na’vi on the helicopter were shouting something at me but I didn’t understand. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and all I was able to hear was the footsteps behind me and the shouts of incoherent angry voices from the enemy. 

The helicopter was still hovering above the ground and I noticed the Ash People from the other side were getting close to it too. 

Suddenly, bullets were flying through the air and I was about to take cover and throw myself on the ground when I heard a loud thud and one of the Ash People behind me got hit with it. While falling, their extended hand scratched my heel. That’s how close they were. 

I ran as fast as I possibly could, not fearing the soaring bullets as they flew right past me. 

I was almost there. The helicopter started to rise again and I panicked, not wanting them to leave. One of the Na’vi’s hands extended out, reaching for me but it seemed out of reach and I didn’t trust it. The last few steps became lunges and once I took the final one, I leapt off the ground, extending my arms to the front and gripping the bottom pole the helicopters use to stand on. 

It kept rising into the air as I hung from the pole and when I looked down the Ash People were right where the helicopter was before. When I leapt forward, one of the jumped after me and just barely missed gripping my ankle. 

I watched them in horror while holding on for dear life as they shouted and stomped angrily that I had escaped. They truly were demons. 

I heard voices from above me and when I looked up, both Navi men were peering down at me while I swung with the movements of the aircraft. 

“Take my hand!” One shouted through the noise. I recognised him. 

As much as I hated them, anything was better than being tortured to death by the monsters down there, so I accepted, reaching for his with one hand while the other kept its tight grip. 

He tightly clutched my hand and heaved me up into the helicopter with them. 

I was on my knees, gasping for air while holding onto a seat. One of them was sitting while the bald one aimed a gun at me. I didn’t have the strength to worry about it. The one sitting scanned over my body before waving the other off.

“Not armed.” he said and the gun was put away. 

I look at both of them, recognising the faces. 

The one sitting was Quaritch. Or the Colonel as Jake said. He was the reason this was all even happening. Next to him was a man who I think was called Lyle. He killed Neteyam...

I hated them both equally. 

While calming my breath I glared at them, my ears pinning back before I looked outside. Maybe I should just jump off and hope I land in the water. 

“That was some runnin’ you did.” Quaritch said with a sly smirk, thinking I was thankful for them being there. I was but I also wasn’t. 

“What’s your name?” he asks but I ignore him. He instantly notices that I don’t want to be there and that I’m not comfortable with them. 

“Hey, we saved ya. If it weren't for us, you’d be dead. You might as well talk to us.” he added. I felt like shit, being rescued by the other enemy. 

“You’re the reason we were even there.” I snarl at him and he is taken aback by my attitude. 

“And you’re the reason we were only four.” I add, hissing at the soldier next to him. If Neteyam were alive, he would have gone with us.

Lyle sits still, processing what I just said. Quaritch shuts up too. They knew the damage they had caused. 

But Lyle didn’t know he killed a kid. Quaritch did. 

It was reason enough for me to not talk to them and they understood, not bothering me anymore. 

“Here.” Lyle said, handing me a bottle. I glance between him and the water before hesitantly taking it, avoiding eye contact with my brother’s killer. 

The rest of the ride was silent. I was too exhausted to care where we were going but I knew I wasn’t being given a ride home. My body had reached its limit and I fell asleep on board. 

(This is a ONESHOT Imagine and not a series. I will not write a part 2 because there is no way I can turn this into a smut with either Lyle or Quaritch. This version of Y/N hates them both too much to hook up with them. Also, how could she? They took her away and killed Neteyam. It wouldn’t work, so please don’t ask me to do it.

There are more ideas to come, some maybe still include the Ash People while others are just filthy smut.)

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