#my boy has been through enough why’d they have to do him like that???

[magical-reid]

A Fine Mess

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.1 K

Prompt: 5: “Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?” 

Summary: In 1943 Brooklyn, you’ve been friends with Bucky Barnes for as long as you can remember. When he interferes with your date, you’re determined to confront him—but the truth has a way of coming out in the most unexpected moments.

The night was one of those perfect Brooklyn summer evenings, the air warm but not stifling, carrying the faint scent of street vendor hot dogs and fresh-cut flowers from the bodega down the block. You adjusted the hem of your dress for the fifth time, staring down the street where Eddie Johnston had just disappeared, looking half-apologetic and fully confused.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

“Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?”

Your voice cut through the quiet hum of the evening, sharp and incredulous, as you turned to face the culprit leaning against the stoop railing with all the smugness of a man who thought he could charm his way out of anything.

Bucky grinned like the cat that got the cream, arms folded and his suspenders hanging loose over his broad shoulders. “I mean… yeah. Technically, I might’ve said somethin’ like that.”

“Technically?” you snapped, climbing the steps to meet him face-to-face. “Bucky!”

“What?” He held up his hands in mock innocence, though his grin never faltered. “The guy didn’t seem like much fun anyway. Didn’t even laugh when I told him that joke about the two pigeons and the bread cart.”

Your mouth fell open. “You… you told him a joke before you lied to him about us?”

Bucky shrugged, his dark hair falling boyishly across his forehead. “Wanted to test his sense of humor. It’s important to you, isn’t it? A guy who can make you laugh?”

“Oh, so now you’re vetting my dates?” You jabbed a finger into his chest, ignoring the faint warmth that spread through your hand when you made contact. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you,” he said smoothly, like you’d just paid him a compliment.

“That wasn’t a—” You groaned, dragging your hand down your face. “Bucky, you can’t just go around scaring off guys like this! Eddie was nice, okay? He was polite, he was kind, and he didn’t deserve whatever you said to him!”

Bucky’s smirk faltered just slightly, his gaze softening. “He didn’t deserve it, huh?”

“No, he didn’t,” you said firmly.

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment before asking, “So, what’d you like about him?”

“What does that matter?” you huffed.

“It matters,” he said, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse stutter. “Because if you liked him so much, why’d you let me talk him into leavin’?”

Your breath hitched, but you quickly crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him. “I didn’t let you do anything, Barnes. You ambushed him. You didn’t give me a choice.”

“Maybe.” He took a step closer, his shoes scuffing softly against the stoop. “Or maybe you didn’t stop me because deep down, you didn’t really wanna go out with him.”

Your heart skipped, the warmth of his words sinking in before you could shove them away. “That’s ridiculous,” you said weakly.

“Is it?” His eyes searched yours, and for once, there was no teasing, no smirk—just Bucky, stripped of his bravado. “C’mon, doll. You know me better than that. You know us better than that.”

His words hit harder than they should have, the weight of them settling in your chest. For years, you’d told yourself that Bucky was just your best friend, the boy who walked you home and shared his sandwiches and made you laugh when the world felt like too much. But now, with the way he was looking at you, it felt like the truth had been waiting just beneath the surface all along.

You shook your head, trying to gather your thoughts. “You—you don’t get to do this,” you said quietly. “You don’t get to swoop in and mess everything up just because you’re—”

“Because I’m what?” he asked, his voice soft and insistent.

“Because you’re scared to lose me,” you finished, meeting his gaze.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of a distant radio playing a swing tune. Bucky’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might brush it off with one of his usual quips. But then he exhaled, his shoulders slumping just slightly.

“You’re right,” he said. “I am scared. I’ve been scared for a long time.”

Your heart ached at the quiet vulnerability in his voice, and before you could stop yourself, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his arm. “Bucky…”

He looked at you then, his blue eyes impossibly soft. “The thought of you with someone else—of you fallin’ for someone who ain’t me—it drives me crazy, doll. And I know I screwed this up, and I know you’re mad at me, but if there’s even a chance that you might…”

He trailed off, his words hanging in the air like a wish.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then, slowly, you stepped closer, close enough to feel the warmth of him, and reached up to rest a hand against his cheek. His breath hitched at the touch, his lashes fluttering as he leaned into it.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Barnes,” you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips.

His grin returned, bright and boyish, and he let out a soft laugh. “So, that a yes?”

“Don’t push it,” you said, though the warmth in your voice betrayed you.

But when his hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, you didn’t resist. And when his lips finally met yours, soft and warm and everything you’d been too afraid to admit you wanted, it felt like the world had finally snapped into place.

The kiss lingered, sweet and unhurried, the faint sound of the radio mixing with the rhythm of your heart. When you finally pulled back, Bucky’s forehead rested against yours, his smile so wide it made your chest ache in the best way.

“Y’know,” he said, his voice teasing again, “if I knew it’d feel this good, I’d have scared off Eddie a lot sooner.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re mine,” he said softly, the sincerity in his voice making your knees weak.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your smile matching his. “I guess I am.”

And for the first time, it felt exactly right.

[bobbin-buckley]

Car Rides

Top!Mabel x Bottom!Fem!Reader

Summary: Just a small Drabble of Mabel railing you in her car, in front of her exes house

Warnings: Top!Mabel, Bottom!Reader, smut, strap-on, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, smacking, public sex, orgasm denial, edging, caught, right into the do

(Small Drabble, currently working on broken glass pt2 and gonna start Mabel alphabet headcanons)

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“Fuck fuck..Mabel..oh shit..please baby..”

Mabel wasn’t having a good day. Today her car broke down, her mom yelled at her, her ex keeps calling her back and now you’ve been a grump towards her.

So now here she is, slamming you onto her strap-on as you scream her name. Also fucking in the backseats of her broken down car. The car happened to break down in front of her exes, Charlie’s, house.

She had enough of his calls. Calling her and wanting her back, you were surprised she didn’t just block him after their break up. But that didn’t matter to you now because you were to busy being high off sex.

“Yes, just like that baby. Take my fucking cock like a good girl you are.”

Mabel praised. She had a tight grip on your hips as she pounded up into you with her eight inch purple strap, she had no mercy on you at the moment.

“Oh god baby!”

You screamed. It’s been your sixth orgasm since her car broke down. She may as well go all night with you.

She wouldn’t care if Charlie heard your cries or the sound of a car rocking side to side outside. She’d wanted him to know she’s over him, and that you’re hers. That she has someone new.

“That’s it baby, scream my name. Let my ex know you are my new toy.”

She slapped you ass then grabbed it harshly, making you gasp with a groan.

“You’re such a slut Y/n. My slut. My slut to fuck.” Mabel husked into your ear, your slick dripping down the base of the already soaked silicone cock. “Making such a big mess.”

You whimpered, gripping her shoulders tight. Your seventh orgasm was about to rip through you before Mabel pulled out as you whined.

“Baby..why’d you- pull out?” You let out another pathetic whine, making Mabel laugh. “Hold on love, I want to try something.” What more could she try? She was already risking being caught.

“Darling, I’m going to take you outside of this car. And you better be a good girl, alright?” Mabel gripped your chin. “Y-yes my love…I understand.” Boy was this going to be a risk.

She smiled when you nodded, and didn’t hesitate to open the car door and pull you out with her. She walked you over to the front of the car, bending you over the hood.

Luckily you were mostly dressed, just your underwear moved to the side for her strap to slide in. Your shirt pulled up a bit so she could squeeze your breasts through the fabric of your bra. Mabel on the other hand, she was fully clothed.

“Alright baby, gonna take you rough against my car.” You didn’t get the chance to respond as she shoved the silicone cock back into you, making a loud moan release your already rasped throat. “That’s it babygirl, take my fucking cock,” She panted.

You looked at onto the road, it was empty. But you were still worried anyone could be driving passed and see you two having a good time. Probably call the police. Or if a cop themselves drives by. But you knew from hell that your girlfriend loved taking risks.

Fucking her lover against the hood of her own car, liking the fact anyone could see. Her imagination became wilder, same with her thrusts. Her hand skimmed up your back to your neck, gripping it tight and pushing your head harder into the car.

“Close baby? I need you to hold it for me.” Mabel demanded, it made you whine but she slapped your butt harder. “You’ll listen to me. You get to cum when I tell ya to.”

Mabel looked up over at Charlie’s house. She knew he was awake, that he definitely could hear your cries and the slaps. She wanted him to know. Know you were hers, and that she was yours. Permanent.

“M-Mabel..” you sobbed, you keep being denied this orgasm. An orgasm you knew was gonna shoot you into the night sky.

“Hold it for me baby. You’re doing so good.” She said softer, rubbing your incredibly red ass. “Such a pretty little thing,” then have your ass another hard smack.

Mabel kept watching the window. The window that Charlie’s bedroom was in. She remembered the night she called him as she stood in front of his house, in front of her car. She asked him over the phone if he had a girlfriend.

That night makes her rage now. Angry she dated some stupid fisher guy that all he cared about was fishing. Not her. Fishing.

Her anger got ahead of her so bad that she started to pound into you hard. Making you cry out, though did you actually enjoy it. Even if some pain was caused.

“Fucking take it. You know what’s good for you.” She rasped, and at that moment. The light in Charlie’s bedroom flickered on. Mabel smirked, grabbing your neck more and pulling you back against her.

“That’s it. Scream for me. Scream my fucking name baby, cum for me.” Mabel demanded. And at those words your body shook even more, moaning and groaning.

“Mabel! Fuck yes!” You came on the damped silicone cock.

“Who the hell?!” You heard a man’s voice. It was Charlie alright.

Mabel chuckled, rubbing your ass as you both saw Charlie storm out of his house. “What the hell are you doing Mabel?!” He yelled, he wasn’t sure if he was mad or shocked..both maybe.

“Just gettin a little bit of revenge. And giving you a message. Your message is to stop calling me, stop wanting me back. I have someone new, and she’s mine. I’m hers.” You were too weak to even respond, but her words made you smile.

“Jesus Christ. Just- get off my property..”

“We aren’t on your property.” Mabel cut him off.

He shut up for a moment. “Fine, but just take this…mess and get away from me.” Charlie then stormed off back into his home, making Mabel chuckle.

“Now we’ve gotten rid of him. Let’s get you cleaned up baby and taken home.” She pulled out, making you whine.

“Shush, I’ve got more surprises at home.” She smirked, helping your weak body into the car.

She indeed had more surprises awaiting at home.

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Just a short Drabble since I haven’t written one about Mabel yet. But I plan on making alphabet headcanons shortly

[cvpiddszn]

𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 | 𝐣.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: part three has been anticipated. i've been extremely busy rn, BUTTTT the last part is here, but i will continue to write for these two because i love them. a masterlist is in the making!!!! also might write for ellie and quinn, nyx and luke, AND kie and nico

summary: birdie finally comes forward about her feelings

warnings: babies, suggestions towards sex, major miscommunication, fluff

word count: 3.1k

series: part one, part two, part three

My head was fucking pounding at the commotion downstairs. I could hear the squeals of the twins, their squeaks making the hangover worse than it already was. I tossed to the other side, feeling the cold sheets beneath my body at the new position. I closed my eyes hoping that sleep would consume me but alas: nothing. I knew the minute I walked down there Blair would know I was upset. With her empath ways which I silently cursed plenty of times, she could always sense when something was wrong but I knew that she wouldn’t say anything unless I told her myself.

I crawled out of the bed, making it and clearing out all of my stuff. We had plenty of guest bedrooms but Ellie and Quinn had sort of claimed this exact one which was closest to baby Amara (which I would’ve thought was a curse waking up to her cries). Closing the doors softly in hopes that I wouldn’t be caught coming out of the guest bedroom.

I nearly slipped into Jack and I’s room without trouble but a small Lowen was blinking at me, “Mommy?” He asked, his head tilted to the side in a question and I closed my eyes sharply praying that this was all some kind of bad dream.

I turned around and opened my eyes, masking my face with one of contentment, one that showed that I was happy with my life. He stood right in front of me, so I leaned forward kissing his forehead, “Yes, baby? What do you need?”

“Why’d you come out of Auntie Ellie and Uncle Quinn’s room?” Lowen’s blue eyes were held with curiosity and sometimes I wished that these boys inherited less traits of Jack. 

I crouched down, placing my hand against his cheek, smiling softly. “I was just making sure the room was ready for them, cleaning up. I saw a hot wheels car that was on the carpet. We wouldn’t want Auntie Ellie slipping and hurting herself on it. Would we?” The lie came easy, and I felt terrible having to lie to my boys but they weren’t old enough to understand. The words that Jack had said played through my head, but I knew that he would try to hide it from our kids for as long as he could. He believed in fixing things, he always had.

With a nod, Lowen raced down the stairs eager to do whatever it was that he was being entertained with right now. I finally walked into the room, seeing the blinds already open letting the sun come in. The alarm clock on Jack’s side of the bed read ‘10:29’, and I wanted to curl into the large bed and sleep. I was uncomfortable last night, and extremely cold knowing that J wasn’t there to warm me up. He was like sleeping beside a heater. always warm and never cold, which was why I was a good contrast for him. To cool him off when he got too warm.

Walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind me, I saw my reflection. My hair was a mess of curls, my makeup smudged, eyes were nearly red from crying. Starting the shower turning the dial much hotter than usual. To the point where I knew that it would turn my skin red after I got out.

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Lake ran toward me, throwing himself at me as I made my way to the bottom of the stairs. Everyone was sat in the living room, Amara content to play with Ellie on the floor while Jack and Quinn had a hockey game already playing. I nearly rolled my eyes before my son flung himself at me.

I caught him with a grunt, his legs clinging onto my thighs instead of my hips. I dragged him along, kissing his head feeling my arms beginning to get weak as he continued to cling. “Morning, sunshine.” I grinned down at him, letting myself sit down on the couch beside my husband. I knew Jack wouldn’t want his brother to know about his relationship problems and he knew that I didn’t either so he let his arm rest just behind me. A simple gesture that had my heart racing.

Lake crawled up to my lap, hugging me for a quick second before moving to play with his brother. The boy couldn’t sit still to save his life, always needing to be preoccupied with something. As he left, Jack’s hand grabbed onto my shoulder pulling me in while he continued to talk to his older brother. My legs pulled up to the side and I watched as Ellie spoke to my little girl in a quiet voice to make sure not to startle her even though she had two older brothers who are extremely loud.

Without thinking my head resting on Jack’s shoulder, I closed my eyes comforted by his warmth. When I opened my eyes I saw Ellie’s eyes nearly question me. Kiera must’ve told her something so I only looked away, avoiding her eyes because I knew that she could read me just as well as I could read her. 

I stood up leaving my human heater, “Hey, Ellie, you mind helping me in the kitchen?” I asked, to which she nodded. “J, you mind watching her?” I asked as Ellie stood up beside me, I fiddled with my fingers resisting the urge to pick at them and pull at the skin.

“She’s just right there?” Jack replied, giving me a harsh look. It was hard to ignore a lot when your husband was actively glaring at you as if I had said the stupidest thing ever. 

Quinn slapped his brother’s shoulder, looking towards me and smiling. “We’ve got her, Mads.” Even after I had been married, he still called me a nickname that had my last name in it and I missed the familiarity of being young. “Don’t we?” The oldest Hughes stood up from his spot, scooping Amara up from her spot on the floor.

Looking towards Isla with a smile, seeing her admiration of Quinn with a baby in his arms. I grabbed onto the blonde’s arm pulling her along with me to the kitchen. When we were a good distance from the living room I let her go.

Ellie held her hands on her hips, holding some motherly pose that would’ve made me laugh in any other situation. “Okay, now, what’s been going on? Why is Jack looking at you like you committed some crime against him? Kie had mentioned something-”

My arms wrapped around her quickly, and she paused when she felt that I was crying, my shoulders shaking with every sob. I sank to the floor, and she followed with me. Her hand rubbed circles into my back, there had been plenty of times that we had cried together, yelled (or what Isla considered yelling) at each other, and so much more. 

“I can’t, I don’t know how,” None of my words made sense as everything just followed me. Not a sentence seemed to form right in my head or mouth. “J, he- and Amara. I can’t-”

“Hey, take your time. Relax, you’re safe alright? I’ve got you, B. Always.” Her words only made me sob harder.

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"Hey angel, you ready to go?” Quinn’s voice came closer, Ellie and I both paused looking up at the boy with wide eyes. My eyes were no doubt puffy and red, while we were both sitting on the floor in a comfortable position that we had been in for a while. I could already feel my ass beginning to hurt from the hardwood under. 

Ellie shook her head as I removed myself from her sniffling softly and wiping under my eyes, thankful for waterproof mascara. I grabbed one of Amara’s face clothes ran it under cold water and dabbed it under my eyes to reduce the swelling, hearing their hushed whispers behind me.

“We’re taking your kids to Kie’s, we’ll be back sometime later tonight.” Ellie’s soft voice was heard through the silence, she placed her head on my shoulder in a comforting spot and I bit back the urge to brush her hand off but she knew exactly what I needed even if it wasn’t said. She quieted her voice between the both of us, “I want you to go out tonight, I want you to take the time to fix it. You two are the one relationship I know that can work anything out. You are not your parents, Bird.”

I only nodded, placing the cloth over the tap turning around and giving the blonde a small smile. One of reassurance, that I was okay and that I would be okay. It was something so little, a doubt in the back of my mind. Old Birdie would’ve laughed if she found out what I had been so upset over.

Ellie left the kitchen, passing her husband who gave her a look that had her nodding. I always admired the two, their communication and how with a simple nod Ellie knew exactly what Quinn meant. They were synced up, and if you believed in soulmates; they were the perfect example of it.

“Trouble in paradise?” Quinn finally spoke, keeping his distance from me. Unless I had said or initiated any sort of physical touch, Quinn preferred not to. He wasn’t a big hug person, despite his younger brother being the definition of physical affection. Though he made an exception for me.

I managed a laugh, his commentaries were never all that serious. He knew that was what I had Ellie around for. “Something like that,” I replied, wiping my wet hands on a towel to dry them. Quinn gave me this look that I knew he knew and the dread began once again. The aching feeling of people knowing. The look of pity on people’s faces nearly made me want to cry all over again.

“I’m sure you’ve been lectured enough about this so I won’t bother with it. You know already. I will ask though, are you okay, Mads?” I was silent for a while as he waited for my response, deciding that I needed a drink because my head was beginning to pound once again. 

“Word of advice: do not drink when you have kids. You will never sleep or have any freedom. I think it’d be a little different if it was just the boys but Amara doesn’t like letting me sleep at all, she prefers to cry and scream until I get J. Daddy’s girl for sure.” I spoke, hoping to avoid his question. “It was only eight years ago when you swore off women and claimed you never wanted children. Then you got married and I imagine that you’re trying for children?”

We had somehow made our way into a spot in the kitchen that allowed you to peer through the living room. Quinn’s eyes glanced toward Ellie, with a sort of glassy look, it took him a minute to respond but I never questioned it. “I never wanted children, always expected that I would be the cool Uncle who spoiled the kids but kids make her happy. I want her to be happy.” He swallowed, I leaned my head onto his shoulder, to which he wrapped his arm around my arm, pulling me into his side.

“You guys are good together. You’d be a great dad, Quinn.” I reassured him, he kissed the top of my head and I already felt much lighter. The pair were perfect, the quiet and reassuring with the calm and calculated. They would make some kids extremely proud one day.

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"Do you have everything? The diapers, the car seat, wipes?” Jack’s worry was clear to everyone as he began to name things on a list like it was memorized and I nearly smiled rolling my eyes at him but bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself back. 

Instead, I placed my hand on his shoulder, “Everything is in the bag, nothing has been removed and you even watched Quinn put the car seat in to make sure that it was put in right.” My voice was light and when Jack looked back at me, I could see so much worry. I looked towards the couple at the door, waving them off, “You better leave now before J finds something that you need.” I shooed, walking over toward Ellie who had Amara snuggled in with her. 

When I backed up, I could feel a crash into my legs and when I looked down I could see little five-year-old hands on my thighs, unable to wrap themself around me. I turned around in what little space I had being trapped between the five-year-old arms. Lake looked up at me, wide-eyed. It wasn’t often that they left the house without us, sure there was a lot of travelling from Michigan to New Jersey so that we could be close to their grandparents for the summer, but within their five years, there was a lot of going to Jack’s games travelling. Especially when Jack’s team played against Quinn or Trevor’s. 

I smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair. Quinn called out to Lake telling him that they were leaving and the boys scrammed from his spot, hurrying out the door and closing it behind him. I could hear the gravel crunching underneath the tires.

Feeling hands wrap around my waist, I embraced the feeling, letting Jack stand behind me and slightly rock me as my head came back to rest against his shoulder while his head stayed in the crook of my neck. Placing a kiss between my neck and shoulder, I sighed aloud, letting out a breath of anxiety that I held. 

There was a silence that washed over the house, it was quiet and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I had been home with the kids for the last six months. Did I know what to do with myself in my free time? It was obvious that neither of us wanted to have sex, especially with the tension that filled our marriage for the last two days.

My hand placed itself over Jack’s pulling it from my body but I kept a hold of his hand dragging him with me to the couch. We sat down, my hand still placed into his and I cherished the feeling of it.

“We should talk,” I suggested finally feeling prepared. Though I wished I had some script, it would help with the anxiety. “About last night, about Amara, about everything. But first I want to say something, and you’re not going to argue with me on it because I already told them yes.” He never said anything so I took it as the queue that I could continue. “I’m going back to work in a month. We’ll hire a Nanny, Amara will already be seven months old. I can’t take care of the kids all by myself anymore. I got a job offer at a University, I’ll be getting paid twice the amount I did working at a High School.”

Jack only stared at me, as if he was trying to process my words and still manage to come up with something smart that wouldn’t make either of us upset, so he nodded. “Okay, we’ll start interviewing people next week. I might not always be there, it’s the first roadie of the season.” 

I nodded my reply, I knew that Jack didn’t like Nannies, especially since he claimed that Isadora took care of four children herself without any help but I couldn’t do it. “There has to be changes here too. I don’t want a divorce or to confuse our kids. I want to sleep in our bed, but I was doing some research and it said that babies need to start sleeping in their cribs when they’re six months old or they’ll get confused. Amara is confused and upset right now, I’m giving her formula now and she’s a bit fussy about it and she’s not used to you not being home. Sometimes we have to let her cry it out.”

“I get it, but sometimes we’re both too tired to argue with her.” He stated, and I remembered the time I had even brought her to sleep with us because she wouldn’t stop and the boys were in the room next door. I definitely regret setting the boys in the room next door to the baby.

“Another thing, I know that it’s different for both of us. You would think the second time around and with previous twins, I would be an expert but I’m not. I can assure you that a girl is much different than two boys. One more thing that I know is that I love you, and I’m sorry. I was completely jealous of our little girl getting all of your attention. It wasn’t fair that I was being selfish.” His hand squeezed mine in reassurance and he gave me a soft smile, kissing my cheek gently.

“I know that was hard for you to admit,” He teases with a smile knowing my stubbornness and I slap his bicep in protest, nearly speaking up in my defence before his lips came crashing onto mine and pulling back, “I'm sorry too. But to be fair, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to give you attention. You’ll always be my number one, Bird. Amara is a bit like her mother, don’t you think? Extremely needy and jealous?” He kissed me once again, his hand finding my back before laying me on the couch with him kneeling between my legs, his wedding band creating a chill on the back of my thigh as he brought it up to rest against his hip.

My hands pressed against his cheeks, pulling him closer. “I just love it when you insult me trying to get me in your bed, Mr. Hughes. Might want to watch your tongue.” I teased softly, my nails softly brushing against his jaw.

His brows raised in a challenge and I only grinned further. “You’ll get into my bed, either way, Mrs. Hughes.” Jack’s mouth came crashing against me again, and suddenly it felt as though we were newlyweds unable to keep our hands off of each other. It was rare that we actually slept around the time, staying up late and talking or doing other activities that involved no sleep. Little did I know that I would always remember this night.

[pr0wlerpunk]

Title: I trust you.

Person: Roman reigns(yayyy)

Requested: |Yes|No|

Part. 2 Part. 3

★Trust Masterlist

Afab!reader

Warnings: slight!angst, slight!dark themes, reader feels frightened after the whole Sami zayn thing, Reader thinks bloodline is going to betray her, reader is very overwhelmed so that means crying :/

Pairings: Romantic!roman x reader, slight!romantic!Jey x reader, slight!romantic!Jimmy x reader, slight!romantic!solo x reader, also includes a very friendly Paul heyman

Pic creds: WWE/friend Aya

A/n: this is meant for a Roman x Reader thing but it also has some bloodline x reader, also no real plot made!

Standing backstage watching Sami and ko talk Paul walked up to you

“Miss Yn, you have a match right after…that” he gestured towards the screen

“Wait what?” You were confused, how’d you been that out of it you’d forgotten about a match?

“Miss Yn, have you forgotten?!” Seeing the shocked expression on his face was enough to keep you quite

“Oh my, I’ll contact the tribal chief and tell him you can’t do this match-”

“No!” You were quick to say rushing to grab his hands

“No?” He questioned

“I’m doing the match” nodding your head as you spoke

Paul slowly put his phone back into his pocket before nodding and leaving

You let out a short huff as you felt tears prick your eyes…

🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮

You hadn’t known what to expect but asuka wasn’t one of them, still you carried on the match like you would any other one

Except

Something was off

Everyone could see it…

You were on edge

All you could think about was how many times the boys got ambushed or even Cody rhodes coming down that ramp with Ko and Sami, still you knew you couldn’t fail

Failure would compromise your position in the bloodline

Because unlike Sami you actually loved being in it…

So you pushed yourself, breaking out of all the holds and pins she had you in, at one point you thought you were about to win

That was until..

“Asuka with her mist!” Corey yelled into his mic as you felt the sudden burn to your eyes

wiping at your face to try and get some of the most of as your vision blurred, barely being able to see you felt a kick to the face

Stumbling back you felt a liquid run down your mouth as you realized she made your nose bleed

Again thought swirled in your head

This is too much

What are they going to think of me?

Do they think I’m useless?

What does Roman think of me now?

Does he think I’m useless too?

You hadn’t realized it but you were crying

Quiet sobs racked through your throat as you trembled with only one current thought

You had to win.

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And so you did

with a spear actually she never saw it coming as it knocked her out cold

Blood rushing out of her nose as you hoped out the ring and walked up the mat

The stadium erupting in cheers of your name as you turned out of sight

The first thing you could start to see was Paul and a medic

But you kept walking wanting this night to be over

you could hear Paul tell the medic something before his footsteps picked up until he was right next to you as you both stood outside the entrance to Roman’s locker room

Silence filled the air as neither of you made a move to enter

“Miss Yn..” turning your head slightly as to acknowledge him

“Are-are you okay?” You could fill the tears prick back up in the sincerity of his voice

You sucked in a breath as you shaked your head yes, not trusting you voice to speak

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As you and Paul entered he took his seat next to Roman as you stood awaiting

Roman looked up before motioning you to come towards him

Making your way you expected to be yelled at

What you didn’t expect was for him to pull you into his lap to inspect your nose and eyes

“Why’d you turn away the medic?”

It was a simple question really

so why did it break the wall you had built up?

Tears streamed down your face for the second time this night as sobs broke out your throat

Body shaking as Roman pulled you further into him shushing you

You couldn’t see the confused face Roman gave his cousins

Or even their confused ones back

“Baby, why’re crying?” His voice softening

All you could repeat was “I’m sorry”

All your bottled up feelings came rushing out at once and you didn’t know how to stop them

“Babygirl look at me”

“You did nothing wrong, so why are you crying?” Hearing his confusion you sniffled before speaking

“Because I almost lost the match, and you probably think I’m stupid for not expecting her mist, and you probably think I’m like Sami, and im scared your all gonna turn on me when I don’t expect it-” you rambling was cut short as he quickly spoke up

“Hey, hey, hey” his voice light as he looked directly into your eyes

“You will Never be stupid or useless to me or anyone I’n this family you hear me?” His voice become start as he continued his own ramble

“You are Not Like Sami and you Never will be”

“So what if you got sprayed, you Won that’s all that matters and you should be proud of yourself like we are” you eyes widened before you spoke

“You’re-you’re proud of me?”

You couldn’t see it but Jey,Jimmy and Solo exchanged knowing looks with each other

“Yes sweetheart we all are” he gestured behind him where Jey,Jimmy and Solo all agreed

“Why?” Your voice meek as you spoke

“Because we Trust you”

There was a pause..

“Princess I Trust you..” hearing that statement made more sobs come out as your body shook

“Shh I know, cmon let’s get you cleaned up babygirl”

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After getting cleaned up you went to bed before them shortly after they entered the room standing over you

“She’s overwhelmed uce” jimmy spoke quietly as to not wake you

His twin rolled his eyes scoffing lowly

“She needs a break from this bullshit”

It was silent as the tension picked up

“Nah”

Eyes turning to their youngest

“She needs us”

Solo spoke looking directly at your sleeping form

They all looked at each other before nodding with a shared thought..

You Needed Them

And No One was taking you away from them

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If this does well and if you guys ask for it I might make a part 2

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Rating: 18+, minors gtfo Chapter Summary: Steve and Eddie go on their first date. We get a healthy dose of Wayne Munson as well! CW: Slight angst I suppose, illusions to Eddie's past sexcapades Tags: Alternate Universe - modern setting, Rock Star Eddie, Counselor Steve, Eddie is gay, Steve is bi, Wayne Munson, slow burn Word Count:3,192

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For the first time in a long time, Eddie is nervous.

He paces the tiled floor over and over, thoughts spinning around Steve. If he would actually show up, if those ragtag kids he passed on his way out of The Dungeon told him who Eddie was. If that was enough to scare him off. Would he still want to go on this date? Would he treat Eddie differently now?

“Son, you gotta knock that off before you wear a damn trench in the floor!”

Wayne’s voice snaps him out of his pacing. He instead hops up on the metal counter of the diner kitchen and pulls at his hair. “I can’t help it, Wayne! I’m going out of my fucking mind here! What if he doesn’t show?”

Wayne grunts and tosses a towel over his shoulder. “Now stop all that. From what ya told me, he sounded plenty interested. Why’d ya think he asked you on this date in the first place? You need to calm down, and get the hell off my counter! That’s for glasses, not stubborn old asses.”

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.” Eddie begrudgingly obeys and slides off to resume his pacing. “You don’t get it old man, he had no clue who I was. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve talked to someone who didn’t know me? Who wasn’t trying to blow smoke up my ass, or trying to get in my pants because I’m a musician? Someone who just treated me like a regular fucking person?”

“What am I, chopped liver?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Obviously you don’t count! You’ll never hesitate to put me in my place.”

“And don’t you forget it kid,” Wayne grumbles under his breath. “Can’t imagine ya coulda done much to scare this fella off. Just wait and see, I’m sure he’ll show.”

Like he was able to manifest it out of thin air, the bell on the door dings. Eddie peeks out from the service window and his eyes land on none other than Steve. “Holy shit, he’s here. Fuck. Shit! What do I do?! OW!”

He was not expecting a smack upside the head.

“Ya get your ass out there and greet the boy! Got a booth for y’all towards the back. Don’t be an idiot, and get the hell outta my kitchen! Lunch rush ain’t over yet and you’re distractin’ me!”

Eddie takes a deep breath and pushes his way through the swinging doors. He comes around to the front and can’t help the way his smile starts to spread as Steve turns and meets his eyes. He looks sheepish with his hands tucked into the pockets of his sinfully tight jeans. “Hey Eddie.”

“Hey sweetheart. I uh…I got us a booth in the back, I hope that’s ok?”

Steve gives a small nod and follows Eddie across the black and white checkered tile floor to the more secluded corner of the diner. They slide into opposite sides of the red vinyl booth and before Eddie can say another word, Steve is rushing out an apology.

“Eddie, before this goes any further, I feel like I really need to apologize. I had no idea who you were when you came into the shop yesterday, and like an idiot I just went off about your music and I feel like such an ass. The kids tore me a new one last night, and I wasn’t even sure if you’d want me to come today, but I didn’t have your number or anything, so I had no way to reach you to apologize. I’m so sorry! I hope I didn’t come off as a complete dickhead, because I kinda used to be one, and I really don’t want to be that guy again.”

“Woah woah woah, Stevie, slow down! No need to apologize! I wasn’t offended. To be honest, it was actually kind of refreshing. There are very few people in my life who are willing to give it to me straight, so your unfiltered opinions were very much welcomed.”

Steve seems to deflate like a balloon, releasing a long sigh and sinking back into the cushioned booth. “Oh thank god. I’ve been going out of my mind since you left last night. All too often I suffer from foot-in-mouth disease, but that was a next level infection! You’re seriously not upset?”

“No honey, not at all. And I’m glad you came. To be honest, I was worried you weren’t gonna show up once you found out. I passed those kids of yours when I left  last night, and if their stunned faces were anything to go by, I figured they clocked me right away and it wouldn’t take them long to tell you.”

“Oh yeah, they barreled right in and were pretty much losing their minds! And then were absolutely mortified when I told them what happened.” The endearing blush creeps up on Steve’s cheeks again and Eddie is completely smitten. He wants to kiss it off his face. 

He leans forward and crosses his arms over the table top. “You’re cute when you blush, you know that?”

Steve ducks his head and then bashfully looks up at Eddie. Just above a whisper he asks, “You think I’m cute?..”

Eddie reaches across the table and takes Steve’s hand in his. God, he still can’t get over how big his mitts are. “Steve, if I haven’t made it obvious enough already, let me just tell you now: you’re the cutest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. I still can’t believe you asked me out. I’m lucky to be here sweetheart.” 

“Damn. You really worked on your material since last night.”

Eddie barks out a laugh, this beautiful man in front of him totally taking him by surprise. “Not at all Stevie, just speaking the truth! Alright. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. What are you gonna get?”

Steve’s face lights up, “Oh the grilled cheese, it’s a must! Wayne makes it on sourdough, with like 3 different kinds of cheese and a buttload of crispy bacon. You can’t go wrong.”

Eddie can’t help the smile that blooms on his face. That was Wayne’s specialty when he was growing up. They didn’t always have the money for it, but it was Eddie’s favorite and Wayne would whip it up for special occasions. When opportunity knocked and Wayne was given a chance to quit the plant he was working at and start running the diner, Eddie insisted it become a staple on the menu.

Before Eddie can say another word, the kitchen door opens up and the man himself comes strolling out, placing a couple bottles of Coke on the table.

“Steve, good to see ya kid! Come back for the usual?”

Eddie looks on in mild horror and confusion as Steve jumps up out of his seat and wraps Wayne in a hug. 

“Wayne, good to see you too! You know I can’t stay away for long.”

Wayne lets go with a pat to Steve’s shoulder and turns on Eddie. “Son, why didn’t you tell me this is who you were meetin’?”

It’s Steve’s turn to look confused, asking Eddie, “Wait, how do you know Wayne?”

“How do you know Wayne??”

Steve sits back down in the booth and tells him, “I work nearby, and come in all the time for lunch breaks and stuff. Sometimes Wayne will have a game on and we’ll watch it together if it’s slow in here.”

Eddie is absolutely baffled. Not only is Steve already acquainted with his only flesh and blood family member, but Wayne has had unfettered access to Steve for who knows how long and never once made his existence known to Eddie. Selfish.

Wayne chimes in next. “Ed, don’t you remember me tellin’ ya about the kid from the community center coming’ in and gettin’ your sandwich all the time?”

Yeah he absofuckinglutely remembers that. Eddie turns to look at Wayne, squinting up at him, and replies, “Yeah of course I do old man. But you kept going on about this ‘kid from the community center’ like he was some wayward teen or some shit. Not a fully grown man who looks like a damn Calvin Klein model!”

Steve is now dissolving into a fit of giggles on the other side of the booth. “Wait wait, so how do you know Wayne?”

Eddie and Wayne answer at the same time.

“He’s my uncle.”

“He’s a pain in my ass.”

The pair sigh and scowl at each other before breaking into matching grins. Wayne pats Eddie on the head and tells them both, “Alright, I’ll get some food cooking for ya and it’ll be out quick.” Wayne takes his leave back to the kitchen and Eddie is left sitting there with his head spinning.

Small fucking world.

“He’s mentioned you, ya know,” Steve says.

“Oh yeah? And I’m sure it’s all been oh so flattering,” Eddie replies, thick with sarcasm.

Steve laughs and shakes his head. “He really loves you, you know? He can be a man of few words, and hasn’t really told me much, but he lights up when he talks about you. His ‘nephew out in California.’ living his dream. He’s really proud of you.”

Eddie softens at that. Wayne is the closest thing he has to a dad, and while they’re thick as thieves, they don’t really exchange soft sentiments with each other very often. It’s…really nice to hear.

Eddie clears his throat before he starts getting too choked up. “So. He mentioned the community center. I thought you worked The Dungeon with brats?”

Steve takes a long sip of his Coke and Eddie is not ashamed at all to watch his throat work, eyeing the moles on his neck like an appetizer. “Nah, I just help out there from time to time if they need someone to cover. I’m actually a counselor at the center and I run the LGBTQ youth group, coach a couple of the teams there, and assist with fundraising stuff.”

Well shit. 

Not only is Steve gorgeous, funny, kind, and delightfully bitchy, but he seems to be an honest to god good person. Eddie never stood a chance.

Steve goes on, telling him more about the work he does. “It’s mostly middle and high school kids. My favorite though is the preschool groups that come in! If I had to choose a different job I think I’d definitely go into early childhood development. You usually end the day covered in glitter or snot, but some days that’s better than managing grouchy teens and their raging hormones. It’s good though, the work I do. I had a lot of practice with The Party when I was in high school.” 

To Eddie’s confused look, he explains, “That’s what the kids at The Dungeon refer to themselves as - The Party. It’s from their nerd game I guess. I somehow managed to be the designated babysitter for all of them back in the day. Looked out for them, kept them out of trouble when I could, saved their asses a couple times…and how do they repay me? They call me ‘mom’ and never miss an opportunity to roast the shit out of me!”

They both laugh at that, and Eddie can’t believe this angel of a man has fallen in his orbit. 

“God, sorry, I’m kind of monopolizing the conversation aren’t I? Tell me more about you! Wayne said you live in L.A.?”

“Don’t apologize sweetheart, I could listen to you talk for hours! And uh, yeah. L.A. has kinda been home base for a few years now. It’s hard to really call a place home when you move around so much. When we’re not touring or recording or promoting, I bounce between here and the west coast. Try to get back to see Wayne as often as I can. Not only for his sake, but for mine. L.A. is great at all that, lots to do, lots to see, but it’s uh…it’s not genuine. Lot of plastic people and plastic smiles, you know? I can never really seem to get grounded out there. It helps coming back here and having Wayne take me down a peg or two,” he laughs.

“Damn right son, somebody’s gotta keep ya level.” Wayne interrupts Eddie’s minor spiraling with two plates of perfectly crispy grilled cheeses. Eddie’s with fries and Steve’s with a salad. Eddie didn’t even know there was salad. 

They eat their meals and learn a little bit more about each other. Likes and dislikes, surface level stuff. But it’s nice. Eddie hasn’t felt this comfortable around someone in a long time. Of course as soon as he saw Steve he was attracted to him, but now sitting here and getting to actually know him…Eddie finds that he really, really likes the guy. 

Their food is long gone, and they’re sitting as mirror images of each other: elbow propped up on the table, chin in hand, the opposite hands are playing with each other. Eddie strokes featherlight touches down the lines of Steve’s palm. Steve absently spins the rings around on Eddie’s fingers. 

Dare he say, it’s fucking cute as shit. The Eddie of years past would regularly have pretty boys dropping to their knees for him without a second thought, or bouncing on his lap like there was no tomorrow. But this quiet moment with Steve, speaking in soft voices, with soft touches, is the most intimate thing he’s experienced maybe ever. Quick fucks are great and all, but Eddie thinks he might like this more. He feels content and connected. He could get used to this.

“So. You’re taking off again tomorrow, right? Do you think you’ll be back in Indy anytime soon?” Steve looks so hopeful as he asks. God, Eddie would give him anything he asked for.

“Uh huh, we’ve got a meeting in L.A. tomorrow, a few more weeks left of the tour, and then things are kind of up in the air. The label wants us to get started on a new album, but the guys are kinda dragging their feet. And I get it. We’ve kinda been going nonstop for the last few years. Jeff’s got a couple kids he really needs to be there for, and Gareth and his fiancé wanted to lock down their wedding for this summer.”

Steve keeps his eyes drawn to Eddie’s fingers as he twirls another ring and quietly asks, “Do you…do you think you guys will take a break for a little while? I’m sure Wayne would be really happy to get to see more of you.”

He’s so sweet Eddie thinks his teeth are gonna rot out.

“It’s looking like that, yeah. Still gotta work things out with the label. Chrissy’s a total hardass though - that’s our manager and my best friend since high school. You wouldn’t know it by looking at her, but she’s a real ball breaker and can get them to agree to pretty much anything! So yeah, if that works out, it looks like I’ll have a lot more free time. To see Wayne. And maybe, you know…other people.” He gives Steve’s hand a squeeze and when those hazel eyes meet his, they both smile like a couple of idiots.

Steve lets go of Eddie’s hand (to which he immediately mourns the loss) and sits up straight, takes a deep breath, and blurts out, “I really want to see you again! This has honestly been the best date I’ve had in…forever, and I know I’d totally regret it if I didn’t ask you out again. So would you? Wanna go on another date?” 

He starts to falter a bit at the end there, like he’s bracing himself for rejection, and Eddie can’t have that. He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his phone, unlocks it and brings up a new contact. He quirks an eyebrow at Steve and very smoothly says, “No.”

Before Steve can even have a chance to react, Eddie slides his phone across the table and continues, “…not until you give me your number.”

Grinning, Steve reaches into his pocket and does the same. They pick up each other’s phones and as Steve is typing in his info, Eddie first goes to the contact photo, opens the camera, and holds it up to his face. He’s now secured in Steve’s phone with his eyes crossed and tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. He snickers to himself and he enters his number and saves himself as “🎸Eddie🎸” with the nickname “Your future husband.” Go big or go home, right?

They hand their phones back, and Eddie must have been so delighted with himself that he didn’t even see Steve take his own selfie. The new contact photo for ”☕️Steve☕️” is him with the biggest, toothiest, goofiest grin he’s ever seen. It’s fucking adorable. Eddie’s pretty sure that smile is so big he can see his wisdom teeth. 

From across the table he hears Steve snort and say, “Oh, well that’s fucking charming. This picture really brings out your eyes.”

“Prince Charming, that’s me!” Eddie replies while trying to bow. Sitting down. In a booth.

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous,” Steve laughs. And if being ridiculous is what Eddie has to do to keep hearing that laugh, he’ll gladly make a fool out himself any day. “Well, you’ve got my number. Now what about that date?”

“As soon as the tour is done, I’d love to.”

“In the meantime…can I call you?”

“Oh honey,” Eddie purrs. “You can call me anything you want.”

“Awful!! Oh my god 0/10, that was the worst!” 

“Hey, I said I’d workshop it, didn’t I? I gotta try out the material!”

Steve laughs and shakes his head. “Yeah, I think it’s back to the drawing board with that one. Ah fuck, I should really get going. Eddie, this was amazing. I had a really great time. Let me just grab the check before I head out and -“

“Ah ah ah! No, your money is no good here!”

“Eddie, no, I asked you out, I can get it.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Nope. No. No way. Besides, do you really think Wayne is gonna let you pay knowing you took his loser nephew on a date here? Absolutely not. It’s covered sweetheart.”

Steve huffs, but accepts. They both scoot out of the booth and stand awkwardly in front of each other for a moment. It’s been forever since Eddie’s even been on a proper date, what’s the protocol here? A hug? A handshake? Polite nod and smile? Steve decides for him as he leans in and places a chaste kiss on Eddie’s cheek.

“Can’t wait for next time. I’ll call you soon Eds.”

And with that, he’s gone. Leaving Eddie standing there like a goon with his fingers brushing the spot Steve’s lips just touched like a teenage girl in a John Hughes movie. Eds. His heart does a stupid little flutter at the nickname. Nobody has ever called him that before.

He is, without question, completely and totally fucked.

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Silk from their soul (14)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: T Words: 1.2k Summary: Florence Fucking Nightingale

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She’s passed out when he comes back with the gear he’s salvaged. Not a one of them assholes was carrying more than basic first aid which makes them ignorant as well as useless in his opinion. He’d drug the bodies a fair distance away, rolling them down a hill into a nearby ravine. Hopefully it would be enough to keep the scavengers away.

There was already too much blood in the air.

Dropping the things he’s found to the floor he stirs up the fire, hoping the smell of it will cover her injury. Then he digs in her pack, searching for what she bought from the trader. There’s a couple more packs of Rad-Away, and the bottle of Rad-X.

“You didn’t buy any damn stimpacks?” he growls, glaring at her from the corner of his eyes. “What kind of idiot-”

He stops himself before he can go further. Maybe he should have paid better attention at the trading post - maybe they hadn’t even had any stims. He’d been too caught up watching for trouble he’d barely paid attention to them.

“Looks like we’re doing this the old fashioned way.”

He pours antiseptic over a pair of needle nose pliers and unstoppers the bottle of rotgut he finds with his teeth. Crouching next to her he pulls his gloves off and gently tilts her face up, pressing the bottle to her mouth.

“This is going to taste like the south end of a northbound mule, but you’ll thank me later.”

She splutters but he manages to get a good amount down her throat before she refuses to take any more. He lets her lay back down then cuts at the dress near her waist, exposing the wound. It’s jagged, likely not a recycled bullet, and has all the makings of an infection.

“I am sorry about this,” he tells her before settling one hand on her stomach to hold her still. The hand holding the pliers wavers only a moment before he digs in.

“Son of a-”

“Hush,” he chides softly, barely glancing up at her as he applies more pressure to hold her still. “I gotta get this outta you before it festers.” She lets out a whimper and what’s left of his heart turns over. “Talk to me, darling, keep your mind off the pain.”

“About what?” she asks through gritted teeth.

“Anything you want.” Whatever she was shot with isn’t coming up easy and he resigns himself to having to dig. “Why’d those boys call you Daisy Mae?”

“Daisy Mae Jackson, Hollywood’s Honeypot.”

He freezes, tilting his head up at her. Now that she says it… “You look a bit like her.”

“I look a lot like her.”

Daisy Mae Jackson was before his time, she’d been an elderly matriarch off the stage when he was still coming up, and her movies weren’t the kind he was much into. But he remembered the films, the gossip that had surrounded her six marriages, the ignominious end in Palm Springs.

“She your grandma?”

“Something like that.”

“What do you mean ‘something like that’?” He asks it more sharply than he intends but he finally found the damn projectile and it’s slippery as a fucking eel.

“I’m her clone.”

The thing slips through the pliers once again and he curses under his breath, wiping at the wound with a cloth and glaring, barely listening to her. “Never knew she had any kids.”

She laughs and he looks up at her face, frowning. “What’s so funny?”

“Not related, same person. Kinda.”

The words finally sink in and he gawks at her. He’d thought she’d looked kind of familiar when he first saw her. But now - she’s a dead ringer for Daisy Mae Jackson in her prime.

“Vault?” Is all he can think to ask.

“Kinda, more of a… facility.”

“Lot of you down there?”

“Off and on.”

He finally catches the edge of the thing and slowly retracts it, breathing a sigh of relief when it comes loose entirely. It’s a bit of scrap metal, ringed red with rust and blood.

“You’re liable to have some trouble from this.”

“I’m always in trouble,” she jokes weakly, giving him a wane smile.

He drops the pliers to the side and reaches for the antiseptic. “Don’t reckon I’ve met a clone before.”

“Well I’ve got a few sisters if you want to go look.”

A thought occurs and he glances back at her, “Thirteen perhaps?”

She nods, holding her hand up and putting her thumb and forefinger almost next to each other. “Missed unlucky thirteen by this much.”

“What happened to the others?”

“Can we not?” She asks suddenly, reaching for the rotgut. Before he can say anything she takes a massive swig, spluttering at the taste before taking another. “I’m gone from there, I’m not going back.”

He can’t help but wonder how badly they might want her back. Say, 5,000 caps worth?

There’s no more talking while he bandages her up, taping the edges down and frowning at his work. It doesn’t look like it’s going to hold for long - he’ll need to keep a close eye on it. She continues to drink like a fish while he cooks up a bit of bounty hunter. She’d never said anything off about the bits of man-jerky he’d been feeding her - and what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Here,” he passes a piece to her, his back propped against the side of the cot, “you need to eat something.”

She chews slowly, cracking an eye open to look at him. “I wanna kiss you, you know.”

“Oh?” He tries not to sound too interested. She’s three sheets to the wind and as liable to pass out as give him state secrets.

“Yeah,” she drawls the word, making it take several seconds.

“Why don’t you?” he asks, not looking away from the fire.

“Can’t. Not ever.”

Suddenly her hand is grasping his shoulder in a viselike grip and he nearly falls over in shock when she sits bolt upright. “Darlin’ I-”

“Promise me. Promise me you won’t ever try.”

“I…” Her eyes are wide with fear and he covers her hand with his. “I swear it.”

She nods in return, falling back to the cot. He frowns at her and searches for his pack, tucking it under her head.

“Anything else you want me to-?”

A delicate snore interrupts him and he snorts. He shifts so he can check her bandage, worried she might have aggravated the wound with her theatrics. He ain’t no doctor, it might have been better to leave it exposed, but with things the way they were it just felt like keeping the dirt out of it was the best course. Anyway, it looks good.

Real good.

He frowns and touches the edge, near the open wound. It had been a bit bigger in his memory, big around as a brass button. Now it was no larger than his thumbnail.

A clone of a Hollywood star who healed almost as fast as he did?

“Who the fuck are you?”

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CLOSE TO THE EDGE

!!! MINORS DNI !!!

content: f!reader x sanji

genre: femdom, edging, pegging, mommy kink, dirty talk

word count: 987

a/n: alas i am back with another fic and this time round, it is our cutest baby girl Sanji <3 this fic has been stuck in my drafts for MONTHS but boy am i glad that i decided to try and finish it as i really enjoyed writing this. enjoy my loves!!

Sanji started breathing heavily, cursing under his breath when you started back up with quick, rough strokes of your hand. He was getting closer and closer to the edge, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets so tightly. And just when he was so so close to cumming, your hand immediately stops and he groans loudly and whined, “Please please make me cum. I’m so close, why’d you stop?”

“Oh Sanji.. You have to wait a while more before I let you finish. Be a good boy for mommy, okay?”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he nodded his head desperately, begging for you to let him cum. His erection full and heavy due to the cock ring and dildo you made him wear. He looked so pretty like this, whimpering like a bitch in heat with such a lewd expression on his face. You were so proud of him for holding it in and you figured it was time you rewarded your little toy.

“Suck.” You put in two fingers in his mouth as he complied with your instruction. You see him looking at you with doe eyes while his tongue swirled around your fingers, trying to wet them as much as he can. Feeling satisfied with how thorough he was being, you took out the dildo in him and replaced it with your fingers, igniting a shiver from Sanji. No matter how many times you fucked him, you were amazed at how this man was still so damn tight. You slowly started stretching him out, getting turned on from hearing small gasps and sighs that were coming from him.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so well for me. Such a sweet voice. I can’t wait to fill you up.”

You inserted another finger, shifting and scissoring them inside of him, his cock twitching as you prepare him for what was about to come. Your other hand moved towards his balls and you started squeezing and playing with them, earning a deep throaty sound from how much pleasure he was getting. Moans and whimpers started spilling out of Sanji’s lips as you work your fingers into him as deep and as fast as you can. His hips squirm and writhe trying to get away from your fingers. Sensing him getting close to orgasming again, you slowed down which made Sanji cry out in frustration. You looked at his splotchy red face, tears streaking down his cheeks from not getting the release he needed.

You gave him a sadistic smile, satisfied with how you were making him into such a mess. You gave him a peck on the lips, your fingers leaving him with a wet squelch. “Shall I make you wait more baby or shall I make you cum now?”

"Please mommy, I need you now. I’ve been so good for you."

A tingle went up your spine with how obedient he was being. Such a precious little thing. Taking lube from the bedside table, you poured a generous amount into your palm. You could see Sanji's eyes light up as you drenched your strap-on with it, making sure it was wet enough so that you wouldn’t hurt your sweet baby boy.

“On your knees for me, baby.”

You lined up your strap to his tight hole and slowly started to push it in. A loud sob broke through Sanji’s lips as he felt your strap filling him up inch by inch, giving him the pleasure he so desperately needed. He was arching so beautifully for you, trying to take you in deeper into his warm, wet hole. Seeing him act like such a slut made you feral. Without waiting for him to get used to your size, you started thrusting in and out roughly. Yanking his hair back, you licked his ear and growled.

“Fuck, look at you taking me in so easily. You’re such a fucking slut. You’re just a tight hole for me to use, isn’t that right baby? You need more sweetheart? Do you want to cum for mommy?”

You pushed his head back down into the mattress, gripping his hips and going harder and faster with each thrust. Wrecked sobs and whines could be heard from your little toy. He was being so needy and pathetic. You were sure your neighbours could hear the loud filthy mess you were turning him into.

“Fuck fuck fuck mommy I’m about to cum, please can I cum? I’ll do anything to cum for you please-”

Deciding that Sanji has had enough, you reached towards his cock, removing the cock ring, and jerked him off quick, all the while fucking him harder. High pitched moans and unintelligible words could be heard as he got closer and closer to the edge, just waiting for your permission to cum.

“Look at you being such a good boy for me. Come on baby, cum for mommy.”

With a choked groan, warm wet cum spurted from his cock. You slowed down your thrusts, still fucking Sanji through his orgasm. He was still babbling nonsense, every once in a while it can be heard that he was thanking his mommy. A wet pop could be heard as you took out your strap from his now gaping hole. As you turned Sanji around to face you, you can clearly see what a mess you’ve made him into. Tear streaks and drool marks could be seen on his beautiful face. His hair all ruffled from being gripped onto while you fucked him earlier. A pretty flush going all the way down to his chest where you could see he was trying to catch his breath and come back to his senses. Seeing him this debauched has you feeling hornier, remembering that you’ve yet to cum as you were so focused on Sanji’s needs instead.

“Ready to make mommy cum this time round baby?”

[alphabetboyluvr]

danbi dog walking w/ tae sort of meet cute-type date vibes

🪩 WORDCOUNT | 700 (exactly!) 🪩 NOTE FROM HOLLY | so i kinda think they're impossible to have a meet-cute, just because danbi was sooooo anti-tae at the start. like she always knew he was interested and used to try soooo hard to pretend that she wasnt!!! plus if anyone is a man hater (complimentary <3) it's danbi!! I can't remember when, but i know it's mentioned earlier on in the story that tae had been at memorial park with dan so.... here u go!

🪩 BD DRABBLES MASTERPOST 🪩

“Again?” Danbi sighs as she notices the man walking towards her up through the path of the Memorial Park.

She’d put her hands on her hips if either of them were free - but she’s currently got three dogs to each hand. The leads wrap around so tightly it’s a miracle her fingers haven’t fallen off yet.

Still, her facial expression conveys everything her body can’t - and yet Kim Taehyung has the audacity to stand there fucking smiling. 

“Fancy seeing you here!” He beams, turning on his heel to stop himself from walking on by. Doesn't miss a beat. Heads in the same direction as Danbi, now.

“Y’know, some people would consider this stalking,” she tells him with nothing but disdain. 

“See, I would agree,” Taehyung answers with contemplative arrogance. “But it’s funny - DB seems to reckon you’ve changed your route, recently?”

“Oh has she, now?” Danbi says, resisting the urge to curse you out. Loves you to death, but knows exactly what you’re doing. Begins to think that your joke about dressing up as cupid for Halloween isn’t really a joke.

“Mhmm,” Taehyung nods, hands in pockets. A little shy, but trying desperately hard not to be. “You used to do your walks down by the river, apparently.”

Danbi’s jaw is tense. Unwavering. “Sometimes a change of scenery is good. Gives the pups more mental stimulation. Different smells.”

“There are so many parks in the city,” he muses.

“Well I’ll pick a different one, once I’ve decided they’ve had enough of this one.”

“Maybe you should try the city forest,” Taehyung suggests. “The one by the last stop on line two. I go there pretty often, too.”

The narrowing of Danbi’s eyes only serves to make Taehyung smile. He’s learning pretty quickly which buttons of Danbi’s to press - and given how easy it is to wind her up, he doesn’t have to try particularly hard. 

It’s what he likes about her, though. She’s fiery. Ignites a little something inside him.

“My route choices have nothing to do with you.”

“No?” He challenges. “So why’d it change after you found out my studio overlooks Memorial Park?”

“Coincidence.”

“Y’know,” Taehyung smirks. “Some people would consider it stalking.”

If there’s one thing Danbi hates, it’s when men make her smile - and Taehyung is getting dangerously close to that. She has to nip this in the bud, or otherwise her mild-infatuation with him will inevitably grow, and she cannot let that happen.

She’s dated musicians. Dated pretty boys. Ones with egos. Knows that artists are even worse.

And the ones who look like Kim Taehyung? Nothing but trouble. She knows that as soon as her guard is down, some girl from his art school will end up back in his DM’s and then she’ll have to fight for his attention, which she refuses to do. Dreads to think of the notches in his bedpost. Doesn’t wanna have to look at the art he’s made from other muses.

Again, she’s dated men who are menaces before. Had songs written for other girls cosplayed as serenades for her (fuck you, Sanghyuk). Refuses to let it happen again.

Better to just fight with him. Easier that way.

She’s incapable of doing anything by half measures though, so hatred seems like the best course of action.

“With all due respect, Taehyung, I’m working,” she shrugs, picking up her pace.

“Let me help.”

“No.”

“I'm good with animals.”

“You’re not insured.”

“I know how to walk a dog”

“No.”

“Let me-”

“Fine! Take Mabel,” Danbi finally relents, adjusting the leashes to hold one out from him. On the end is a Pomeranian, not too dissimilar from Taehyung’s own dog - the same dog Taehyung keeps trying to convince Danbi to walk, just so he has an excuse to see her. “She bites.”

“It’s fine,” Taehyung says, taking the leash in his palm and wrapping it over slightly for a little extra security. Starts walking. Is cheeky, as he says, “I’m used to bitches who bite.”

“You did not just call me a bitch,” Danbi gasps, genuinely affronted. It’s the first time throughout this entire interaction that Taehyung thinks he’s getting genuine emotion from her. Knows the rest of it is bull.

“Well, are you planning on biting me?” He flirts. Wouldn’t be opposed. In fact, he’d quite like it.

“Shut up,” she whines with a deadly roll of her eyes. “Just walk the damn dog."

[gayashelljatp]

Prince Charming x James Hook | Trophy Boy Chapter 3.

Tags :Sorta Enemies to Lovers Fake/Pretend Relationship Not Canon Compliant, Inspired by Cinderella (1997), I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Prince Charming is a Bi-King, Prince Charming Is Filipino, Because the actor is and I also am one so yeah, Prince Charming gets a lot of bitches but no love, Merlin Academy (Disney), James Hook is gay, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I don't know how to tag in this fandom, No Beta Like Not Going To Castlecoming

Content Rating: Teen and Up.

Wordcount: 5946

Summary:

Charming had himself caught up in a pretty little lie, telling his parents he had a date for his birthday ball. Desperate to stop their meddling in his love life, he came up with a plan: show up with someone who’d make the court gasp—a notorious pirate at school, James Hook. It was supposed to be a quick fix: fake a romance, cause a stir, and be free from the royal matchmakers forever. But the more time Charming spent with Hook—as a person, the sharp banter—the more complicated things got. This wasn’t just about pretending anymore. He was starting to get hooked. Or The enemies to fake dating to lovers between Hook and Charming no one asked for.

Notes (Same On AO3):

The other chapters of this fic is up on my tumblr please go support!!! My Tumblr.

Well hello there, the third part is finally!!! This part got too long again and I had to edit it down to around 5000 words and I'm deciding the next part of this will be up in the weekend. Thank you so much for the support you truly don't understand how much that means to me.

This chapter the boys are finally developing their feelings. Y'all get to see Charming and Ella's convo while Hook and Bridget are talking. Once again Hook is too gay for Charming. Charming is to head over crown for Hook.

A few housekeeping reminders:

- This fic has multiple POVs for Charming focused parts 👑 emojis are used on the other hook if it's James it's this emoji 🪝.

- The whole town square scene is inspired by the Cinderella (1997) Film. The outfit Charming is forced to wear by Hook is a look Prince Charming of that film wore in the scene he was pretending to be a commoner to Brandy's Cinderella. Here is said outfit!!!

- It wouldn't be a GayashellJATP fic without a playlist of songs I have on that help immerse you in the universe.

Notes (Tumblr):

Thank you for reading this over here. For the first time I'm uploading a Chapter thesame day as on AO3. I love my Tumblr readers.

Chapter 3: An Afternoon Before The Ball

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Truth be told. Charming and Ella had no projects of any sort to discuss. 

It was just a convenient excuse—Charming had noticed Ella’s discomfort, and he could use a break himself from the whole pirate charade he had been playing all morning. 

He could tell she was trying to keep things cool for Bridget's sake, but the slight tightness around her eyes, the way she crossed her arms just a little too tightly, said enough. And if there was anyone who understood the need for a distraction from awkward royal obligations, it was Ella.

“Charlie, why’d you lie to my girlfriend like that? You know damn well we don’t have any projects together and you know she’s gullible.” Ella’s voice cut through blunt and unreadable, though an edge of protectiveness was present.

Charming, caught off guard, blinked. “Why do you keep calling me Charlie? I literally have the longest name in this kingdom, and none of those names were nickname-worthy enough for you?” He feigned mock offense, waving his hand dramatically. 

Why did he blurt things out without thinking? His mouth seemed to have a knack for getting him into trouble lately. And his attempt to change the topic didn’t seem to be working. Judging by Ella’s raised eyebrow.

“I think Charlie is better than calling you Charming . That’s not even a name—it’s just an adjective.”

Charming was going to open his mouth and steer this conversation in another direction but Ella cut him off.

“Stop changing the topic,” Ella said flatly, bringing him back to the original issue.

Charming scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish. “Well…”

“Well, what?” 

“You, uh, sorta looked really uncomfortable back there, and I thought maybe you needed saving,” Charming admitted, his voice trailing off.

Ella rolled her eyes, her lips curling into the barest hint of a smirk. “I don’t need to save from that conversation. Thank you very much.” She tilted her head slightly. “But thanks to your savior complex, here we are.”

Charming chuckled, rolling his eyes. “You’re welcome, my damsel in distress.”

Ella shot him a look, unimpressed but not entirely unamused. “As much as I’m not ready to leave the kingdom or, you know, break the news to my stepmother that I’m vanishing into Wonderland for Bridget’s quote-unquote ‘day trip through a rabbit hole,’ it’s happening.”

“Not excited to meet her people?” 

Ella crossed her arms tighter, a sarcastic smile tugging at her lips. “First of all, can we not call them her people ? I am one of your people. Just because I’m dating a princess doesn’t mean I’m suddenly not a regular citizen.” She paused, then added, “But that’s beside the point.”

Charming grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Would you prefer to call them your loyal subjects then?” His voice took on an exaggerated posh accent—almost unconsciously mimicking a certain pirates’ distinctive British drawl.

“I hate you,” Ella shot back, but her tone lacked any real venom.

“No, you don’t,” 

Ella sighed, her expression softening. “It’s just... I’m not used to this whole royal schtick, you know?”

“Hey! This royal schtick is literally our life. You fell for a princess who bakes, so that’s kinda on you.”

Ella rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward, betraying the tiniest of smiles. “Yeah, well, I didn’t sign up for Wonderland field trips.”

She paused, noticing the way Charming’s gaze had drifted across the room. He was staring over at a certain pirate in red, who was currently locked in conversation with a princess in pink—well, mostly listening as Bridget did what she did best: talk. Hook, for once, seemed to be playing along, his usual sharp edges softened in the presence of the bubbly princess.

“What’s your deal with the pirate?” 

Charming blinked, snapping back to attention. “What?” He had zoned out completely, his mind wandering as he watched Hook.

“He looks like bad news,”

Charming sighed, leaning forward on the table. “He is bad news,” he muttered, more to himself than to Ella.

“So, you like hanging out with pirates now?”

Charming chuckled under his breath. “I guess,” he admitted. “But he is exhausting.”

A sly smile spread across Ella’s face, a knowing glint in her eyes. “I didn’t know you liked the bad ones, Charming.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but the words caught in his throat. He hesitated, unsure how to respond.

Ella’s grin widened. “I think you like him,” she teased, her tone sing-song.

“Well, duh, I’m bringing him to the ball,” Charming said, his tone light, but there was something else there—something that even he wasn’t sure how to explain.  

Ella’s eyes narrowed, her smirk fading into a more serious expression. “Don’t play with me Charming. You two are obviously not together. Am I right or am I wrong?”

Charming hesitated, his heart doing that weird, uncomfortable thing of beating too fast, especially lately whenever Hook was a topic. “Well, yes, but—”

“No buts. It’s obvious to me,” Ella interrupted. “I was racking my brain. How did my prince friend finally settle, and settle for one of my old tormentors, at that?” Her voice was sharp, but there was a care there too—almost like she was looking out for him, even as she teased.

Charming sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know how to settle down,” he muttered, a little defensively. “I just... haven’t found the one yet.”

Ella softened slightly, but her expression remained firm. “All I’m saying is, be careful. His crew were the ones making fun of me and Bridget a semester ago. He may look dreamy to you, but you gotta remember who you’re dealing with.”

Charming glanced back over at Hook, who was now laughing at something Bridget had said. He couldn’t deny that there was something about the pirate that drew him in, something that made him want to know more, even if Hook’s past and present self were less than stellar.

“Yeah,” Charming said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know.”

Ella studied his face for a moment, her expression softening. “Just... don’t get hurt, okay?”

Charming smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I won’t,” he said, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he believed it.

The prince knew that the pirate had too much of an upper hand on him. He should probably do something about it eventually. Get on an even playing field.

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of yet another awkward meal. As Hook and Bridget approached, the two were laughing— actually laughing —and it was... weird. Charming raised a brow. Hook, of all people, getting along with Bridget? It felt unexpected, almost unnatural, it’s like Hook caught the wonderland or something.

“We gotta go, but it was so nice meeting you, Hook, outside of Uliana and your crew. Tell her I said hi,” Bridget chirped, her bubbly energy unshakable.

“I will,” Hook replied smoothly, lying through his teeth. Even if Charming had only briefly met Uliana, he knew the sea witch wasn’t exactly the nicest sea creature in the ocean. The thought of her hearing anything cheerful from Bridget was laughable.

“Just give one of the card guards the cloche,” Bridget said, smiling. “And enjoy the cupcakes!”

Hook nodded, flashing his signature grin. “I will, lass.”

Charming chuckled. “I’ll see you after your trip, Princess Ella .”

Ella, already halfway out the door, scoffed. “ Princess Ella doesn’t sound right.” The pair disappeared down the hallway, and Charming caught a glimpse of Ella asking Bridget if she was really okay with Hook. Bridget, to his surprise, seemed to genuinely enjoy his company.

That left Charming and Hook, once again, in the now-empty room, back to awkwardly tolerating each other’s presence.

"You seemed to enjoy Bridget’s company more than mine,” Charming remarked, his tone more keen than he intended. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, your royal highness . Should I have valued your company more?” Hook shot back, sarcasm dripping from his words, reminding Charming exactly who he was dealing with.

Charming sighed, rubbing his temple. He wanted this to end already, but a small part of him secretly enjoyed this. It kept things interesting, even if Hook’s smugness was starting to get old.

“Let’s just eat the damn cupcakes,” Hook said suddenly, flipping open the metallic pink cloche to reveal two cupcakes with blue icing.

Charming eyed them warily. “Are you sure about that? These things have… effects. To say the least.”

Hook grinned, that playful glint in his eye back in full force. “Oh, come on, where’s your edge, Charming?” he teased.

 “And trust me, I’m well aware of their effects . Remember when Uliana got turned into a flamingo after eating too many of Bridget’s Flamingo Feather cupcakes?” He laughed, clearly relishing the memory. “Highlight of my life.”

Charming still stared at the cupcake, his stomach doing flips. “So… what do these do? Did you ask her?”

“Who knows?” Hook shrugged, already lifting one and inspecting it like it was a simple trinket. 

"We’ll save those for later," The Prince muttered, still feeling cautious.

Hook raised an eyebrow. “Where’s your adventure, Princey?”

Charming ignored the comment, shifting the conversation. “We should get going. The tailor is expecting us soon.” He straightened his jacket, hoping to change the subject and focus on anything other than whatever Bridget's cupcakes could potentially do. He wasn’t ready for whatever wonder came with them.

“The royal tailor, right”

“I’m surprised you still remember. I thought you were too bored out of your mind to even notice things.” 

“I always notice things.” Surprisingly, Hook just responded in a normal manner, his expression more civil than usual. No snarky retort, no sarcastic quip. Just… agreement. 

Charming felt a flicker of opportunity in Hook’s vulnerability. If Hook wanted to play games, he could too. He took a calculated breath and decided to up the ante. “Can I ask you for a favor?” He asked testing out the waters.

Hook raised an eyebrow, giving him a half-amused look. “This whole fake dating thing is already a favor, but sure.” His voice wasn’t nearly as irritated as it usually was, which only fueled Charming’s newfound confidence.

Charming took a step closer, his smirk widening just enough to be noticed. “Let’s go to your dorm.”

Hook blinked, taken aback. “Why exactly?” He is cocked slightly to the left, his skepticism showing. “You don’t seem to like it there. I could tell by your judgy eyes.”

“I don’t have judgy eyes,” Charming retorted with mock offense. Hook shot him a look that screamed ‘Yeah, right’ but before he could comment, Charming continued. “Let’s just say I need something from you.”

Hook crossed his arms, the pirate’s suspicious gaze locking onto Charming’s. “What do you want, Princey?”

Charming shrugged nonchalantly, stepping around Hook as if the question didn’t bother him. “Do you trust me or not?” he asked, casting a glance over his shoulder with an innocent smile—knowing full well Hook hated not having control of the situation.

Hook’s eyes narrowed, suspicion growing, but he didn’t object.  “Fine,” Hook said, voice clipped. “Let’s go, Your Royal Highness,”

Charming gave a small nod, satisfied. “Lead the way, Captain.” The word captain slipped smoothly out of his mouth for the first time. But he saw how Hook tensed up.

He could feel Hook’s growing frustration, he kinda felt bad but in some twisted way enjoyed it. Just this once, Charming was going to tease Hook a little.

Uno reverse.

🪝

The walk to Hook’s dorm was filled with an almost painful silence. Hook, for the first time in his life, was genuinely trying to read someone and failing miserably. He was always the one with the upper hook (hand), always the one to toy with others—yet here he was, feeling entirely clueless.

The silence was unnerving, to say the least. It’s almost like Princey has something planned. He’s just going to have to fuck around and find out on his own.

Once they arrived at Hook’s door, instead of using his keys like a normal person, Hook lazily used his hook to pick the lock. It was just easier. Plus, the rusty silver hook he wore today still got the job done.

The pirate had a sixth sense when it came to bitches judging him. And those senses were tingling: He could feel Charming’s judging eyes on him, though Hook turned around, shooting him a glare.

“What?” Hook asked, turning to catch Charming mid-smirk. “Don’t judge me. This is more convenient.”

“I’m not judging. I finally got the answer to how you got into my room yesterday,” Charming said, the smile growing, a little too smug for Hook’s liking.

The smugness in his tone irritated Hook more than usual. Yeah, he was starting to see what was happening here. Something about Charming had changed, and it was driving him fucking nuts.

“Alright, you got what you wanted. Now, care to explain why you’re so eager to get into my room? What’s your royal agenda here?” Hook raised an eyebrow, trying to regain some of the upper hand.

“I usually borrow Lionel’s clothes when I need to… blend in,” Charming said, trailing off with a slight grin that Hook recognized too well. The pirate's heart sank, realizing what the prince was implying.

Oh, no. Absolutely not.

Hook’s expression immediately soured. “Absolutely not! There is no way in hell you’re borrowing my clothes.” Those were his babies—every piece was carefully curated, either thrifted or swiped from the best shops in the land. 

Not even Morgie, his best friend, got to touch them. There was no way he was letting some royal prance around in them.

Charming, however, was not dissuaded. “I don’t like drawing attention to myself. If I wear my usual clothes, I’ll have guards on my ass within seconds. Your clothes are my best chance at blending in.”

Hook wanted to call him out— when has Prince Pretty ever not drawn attention to himself? —but he refrained, another moment of silence stretching between them. And then, like always, Hook couldn’t help himself.

“As if a disguise could hide that pretty face of yours,” Hook shot back, the words spilling out of him too quickly for him to realize what he was saying.

Charming froze for a second, and Hook mentally kicked himself. Had he really just said that? He waited for Charming to turn into a stuttering mess, but the prince stayed calm, unnervingly so.

Hook, refusing to let his slip-up show, smirked. “What? You think I don’t recognize a handsome face when I see one?” He was trying to play it off, but something about this interaction felt different. 

Charming didn’t miss a beat. “So… is that a yes?”

Hook groaned internally, forcing his usual bravado back into his voice. “Fine. But I’ll pirate you up into something decent. Be careful with them, or else…” He gestured with his hook, though they both knew the threat held no weight anymore.

The pirate turned to rummage through his precious pile of clothes. As he did, he felt the prince’s eyes on him, and it made his skin crawl. Why was Charming staring so hard? He knew he was hot, but this was bordering on uncomfortable.

Trying to shake off the feeling, He grabbed a short-sleeved, button-up shirt that, admittedly, would look damn good on Charming. Compromising with Charming’s love of the color beige, the shirt was brown with a slight reddish tone.

It would look so good if Charming unbuttoned a few of the top buttons. The thought made Hook pause, eyes narrowing as his mind briefly drifted to the idea of Charming wearing the shirt. It would show off his chest—wait, why was he thinking about that?

Focus, Hook.

He tossed a pair of matching trousers onto the bed, simple but fitted enough to make an impression. Maybe a little tight on Charming’s build. They’d show off the prince’s—STOP. Hook mentally slapped himself. Why was he having these thoughts?

He turned, handing the clothes to Charming. “Here. These should fit you.”

“Thanks,” Charming said, the politeness in his tone almost too sugary sweet. Then, with a deliberately innocent expression, the prince added, “Your bathroom looks a bit cramped. Mind if I get changed here? You can turn around, of course.”

Hook felt his face heat up. Oh, he’s doing this on purpose. “Yes, super fine,” Hook muttered, turning his back to the prince. “And I’m sorry the bathroom is not up to your royal standards.”

“I’m just a big guy, Hook,” Charming said lightly, his tone betraying a hint of playfulness. “Can’t possibly fit in there.”

Hook rolled his eyes but stayed focused on the pile of clothes in front of him, pretending to organize them as if that would help distract him from what was happening behind him. But he wasn’t fooling anyone—not even himself. He was going to peek. He couldn’t help it. Hook was a pirate, after all.

Slowly, he turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse, and what he saw—well, let’s just say it was better than any treasure (booty) he’d ever stolen. 

Charming, mid-change, revealing toned abs, broad shoulders, and thighs that were way too distracting. Hook’s breath hitched, and his heart raced. Is he a Greek statue? No, maybe a mermen. All Hook knew that Charming was a wet dream come to life.

Meanwhile, Charming took his sweet precious fucking time putting on the clothes like he knew exactly what he was doing

He quickly snapped his eyes back to the pile of clothes, his mind spinning. Stay focused, stay level-headed. Just clothes, just the prince—wait, not “just the prince,” that’s the problem. Hook cursed under his breath.

Charming casually brushed his hands down the front of the blouse, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “Well? Ready to go?” he asked, his voice all too smooth.

Hook swallowed hard, forcing a cocky smirk even though his insides were screaming. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here before you make yourself too comfortable.”

But in that moment, Hook realized something dangerous—Charming was starting to get to him, and worse, the prince knew it.

👑

Charming never should have been here in the Town Square, it was practically a royal crime for him to walk around unsupervised, but that’s exactly why he liked doing it. He couldn’t help it. 

The thrill of sneaking out, throwing on some normal clothes (or whatever Hook had decided was "normal" today), and pretending he was just a regular guy? It was invigorating. Plus, it amused him to see how easily people missed who he really was with just a change of clothes.

Today, he was walking around with Hook, dressed in Hook’s clothes made him feel a bit too exposed. The reddish-brown shirt with a few unbuttoned buttons on the top felt like it was practically inviting people to stare.

And the boots he borrowed last minute—oh, these boots. How the hell does Hook run around in these all day? Charming grumbled internally, trying to adjust his footing in the heavy leather monstrosities.

He stole a glance at Hook, who was casually strolling down the cobblestone road, looking completely at ease. His dark hair fell across his face with every step, and his jewelry clinked gently against his skin as he moved.

Hook looked like he belonged here, carefree and ‘laxed, not a worry in the world. Charming, on the other hand, felt like he was still trying to fit into a role. Dressing up as a pirate trying to act like he belongs… ridiculous.

Maybe if he loosened up a bit, it’d help. He was in disguise, after all. Charming tried mimicking Hook’s relaxed gait, but he still felt stiff, overly aware of everything even down to the boots digging into his heels.

"You go downtown a lot?" 

Hook shrugged, still eyeing the shops around them. “I just wander around for a few hours. Grab a fresh loaf of bread, maybe eavesdrop on the town gossip. Usually, it’s all about you royals.”

Charming couldn’t help but smirk at that. “There’s a great spot for food around here if you’re into that sort of thing,” he added, glancing sideways at Hook.

"You're the only prince I’ve ever heard mention eating outside the palace," Hook replied, sounding genuinely amused.

“I’m the only Prince you know, right?” “Mhm, only you,”

"I promise I don’t fit into the prince stereotypes," Hook snorted. “We’ll see about that.”

The bell clanged loudly as Charming and Hook walked into the tailor shop. The smell of fresh fabric and wood polish hit him immediately, bringing back memories of his mother dragging him here for fittings.

The shop was smaller than he remembered, and a new face was behind the desk—a woman with a tight-lipped expression and a sharp gaze. 

She barely glanced at Charming, but her eyes lingered on Hook a little too long, her face twisting with something he can only describe as disdain.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her tone flat and disinterested.

Charming didn’t like the way she was looking at Hook. He didn’t like it at all.

“We’re here to see the tailor,” Charming said, trying to keep his voice light. “I’ve got a, uh, who needs some adjustments for the ball.”

The woman arched an eyebrow, her eyes still glued to Hook. “I see. And we don’t usually get… customers like you here. The royal tailor doesn’t deal with just anyone.”

Charming’s jaw tightened, but Hook remained unfazed, casually leaning against the counter, his hook tapping rhythmically on the wood. “Well, lucky for you, darling, I’m not just any regular pirate,” Hook said, flashing her his signature smirk.

The woman let out a low, unimpressed chuckle. “Is that right? And who might you be?”

Charming felt a pang of frustration. He could already see where this was going, and it was grating on him. For someone who was easily bothered when it came to Charming, Hook was remarkably calm, but that only made Charming angrier on his behalf.

“I’m James Hook,” Hook said, his voice smooth. “And this is—”

“ Your partner,” Charming interrupted, suddenly feeling a sharp need to protect him. He didn’t even know why, but there it was. “And miss that there is no way to speak to a paying customer.”

The woman blinked, clearly not expecting the shift in Charming’s tone. “Who is this partner?” she repeated, a little incredulously. “Well what do you troublemakers want?” She gestured vaguely in Hook’s direction, as if his very presence was some kind of mistake.

Charming could feel his blood pressure rising. How could anyone just— He took a breath. Normally, he’d brush off something like this, but this? No. This was different.

“Yeah, him ,” Charming replied, stepping closer to Hook. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to him like that. In fact…” He glanced over at Hook, who gave him a curious look in return. “You know what? Let’s make this easier.”

Charming reached up, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, almost distractedly. “Did no one teach you basic customer service?”

The woman blinked again. “What?”

“I said…” Charming pulled his shirt collar just enough to reveal the unmistakable royal crest on his necklace. “You were too busy judging to notice I’m your Prince,” he said, voice loud and clear, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And this—” he gestured dramatically to Hook “—is my partner, James Hook.”

The woman’s face went from confusion to panic in the span of about three seconds.

“Your Highness, I didn’t—oh my—I am so sorry! I didn’t recognize” she sputtered, tripping over her words as she tried to backtrack. 

Her face flushed a deep shade of red. It was almost as a deep color as Hook’s blazer. “I had no idea—please, forgive me, Your Highness, I didn’t mean—”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Charming muttered, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He wasn’t used to pushing the royal angle, but sometimes… sometimes it felt like the only way to get people to stop being complete assholes.

Hook, meanwhile, looked like he was enjoying the show. His lips twitched into a barely concealed smirk, but there was something softer in his eyes when he glanced at Charming.

“Guess you’re saving me now, eh, Prince?” Hook teased, but his voice held a note of appreciation that didn’t go unnoticed.

Charming shot him a quick grin. “Can’t help myself,” he said. “I’ve got a thing for rescuing people.”

“Yeah, well, next time, maybe don’t use my government name in front of assholes.”

Charming let out a low chuckle. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

Before either of them could say anything else, the door to the back of the shop swung open, and an older, dignified woman stepped out. Her eyes immediately landed on Charming, and then Hook, and she quickly dropped everything for him.

“Your Highness!” the woman exclaimed, quickly bowing. “I’m terribly sorry for any inconvenience! Please, forgive my tardiness. I hope my assistant filled you in on everything.”

Charming waved her off, still standing close to Hook. “It’s fine we have a few things about your service to talk about,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise. “Just tell her next time to focus on her job. And apologize to my friend here.”

The assistant, still flustered, mumbled another hurried apology, this time directly to Hook. “I-I’m sorry, Sir Prince’s partner, I really didn’t mean—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hook said smoothly, lying through his teeth. His eyes flicked to Charming with a nod that said ‘please move on’.

The royal tailor, eager to fix the situation, stepped forward. “Please, allow me to personally assist you both. I’ll make sure everything is handled perfectly as usual and we have a lot of catching up to do.”

Charming gave her a short nod, finally letting the tension in his shoulders ease. He glanced at Hook, who looked more relaxed now, though there was still a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

For a moment, Charming just stood there, trying to process what had just happened. He’d always thought life outside the palace walls was easier, freer, somehow. He only just realized why Hook was always on attack mode.

“Well,” Charming said, exhaling deeply and sitting down. “That was fun.”

Hook chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Next time, you should pull out the crown, yeah?”

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The fitting went about as smoothly as Charming expected—tight suits, high collars, and a lot of standing still while the royal tailor tugged and measured. The suit his mother had chosen for him was immaculate, of course. 

White fabric with gold detailing, a light blue undershirt peeking out from under the stiffest collar in existence. Queen Constantina had outdone herself as she always did.

Charming caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and sighed. It looked good, but god , was it uncomfortable. He couldn’t help but tug at the collar, trying to loosen it just a bit. If only he was able to just wear his regular barong to the ball.

“Lookin’ good,” Hook’s voice broke in, a teasing lilt to his words. “See? You don’t need to wear beige all the time. You’re capable of wearing other colors, Princey.”

Charming narrowed his eyes at him. “Very funny,” he shot back. “No need to judge my fashion sense since you’re the one who broke into my closet in the first place.”

Hook shrugged, completely unbothered by the mention of the whole breaking entering of yesterday's past. “What can I say? I reckon you look better in this than in my clothes anyway. That’s a very difficult bar to surpass.”

Charming felt a small flush creep up his neck. “You never told me I looked good in your clothes,” he said, aiming for casualness but hearing his own voice wobble slightly. Was he messing with Hook? Maybe. Was his heart pounding? Definitely.

Hook, suddenly looking a little flustered, cleared his throat. “Can I see my options for the ball?” he asked, turning to the tailor and steering the conversation away from whatever tension had crept between them.

Charming was grateful for the distraction, though as the fitting went on, he caught Hook sneaking glances in the mirror. His eyeliner-wearing, smirking pirate pretend date was definitely checking him out, and though Charming pretended not to notice, a part of him was thrilled by his attention.

The problem was, nothing seemed to work for Hook. The suits were either too stiff, too fancy, or just plain wrong . Hook looked uncomfortable in all of them, like dressing up wasn’t something he did by choice.

They walked out of the tailor shop with nothing for Hook, the cobblestones slick under their feet as they strolled down the road.

“Shame you didn’t like anything I tried on,” Hook said, sounding a bit too casual and friendly for Charming’s liking. “I had a whole fashion show just for you. You’re a lucky man, Charming.”

Charming laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, but none of them were you . It didn’t feel right.”

“Not my usual gig, this whole ball thing,” Hook admitted, glancing around at the streets now dimly lit by the overcast sky. He ran a hand through his hair, and Charming caught himself watching the way his locks fell messily over his face.

“Yeah, well, I don’t like it either,” Charming said, even though he was a prince and balls were pretty much in his job description. “I mean, I’m not the biggest fan of the whole ‘stuffy outfits and finding love part, although dancing is fun.”

Hook’s grin widened, but before they could delve deeper into their not-so-great love for formalities, Charming noticed a group of royal guards walking their way. His stomach flipped—word must’ve gotten out that the Prince was at the tailor.

They walked right past him, not even giving him a second glance, but he knew it was only a matter of time before they figured it out.

“Two words—let’s run,” Charming whispered, grabbing Hook’s arm and taking off down the street before Hook could protest.

“Wait—what—Princey!” Hook yelled, but he followed, the two of them darting through the streets, weaving between market stalls and ducking under awnings as the sky started to drizzle.

Charming could feel his pulse racing, not just from running but from the thrill of it all. When was the last time he did something like this? Something completely against palace rules? Hook was laughing beside him, the sound of it oddly infectious.

They ended up in a strange little alley, seeking refuge in front of a small library tucked between two shops. The entrance had a tiny overhang, but it was barely enough to keep the rain off. 

Hook was breathing heavily, grinning like a madman as he leaned against the wall, while Charming stood beside him, still catching his breath.

“Well, that was interesting,” Hook said, his voice laced with sarcasm as the rain started coming down harder. 

“Except for the part where we're, I'm about to get soaked in this outfit,” Charming said, glancing at him still in the rain. “At least you’re dryer than me.” He said moving the damp and floppy hair away from his face.

Hook huffed and then, without warning, grabbed Charming by the collar and pulled him under the tiny roof with him.

“Are you out of your mind?” Hook scolded, his voice soft but stern. “You’ll catch your death before the ball. And my clothes don’t deserve a wash day with you in them.” He said it like a joke, but his hands lingered on Charming’s collar a moment longer than necessary.

He wasn’t aware that Hook was capable of giving a damn about anyone else but himself.

I’m fine,” The Asian teen insisted, though he couldn’t ignore the warmth of Hook’s hand still gripping his shirt. “You tried knocking?” he asked, nodding toward the closed library door.

Hook rolled his eyes. “Yes, Princey, I’ve tried knocking countless times. It’s locked. You’d think a library would be open in the middle of a downpour.”

Charming stared at the frosted glass, his heart still racing from the run—or maybe from something else entirely. Standing this close to Hook, with the rain pounding around them and the narrow roof barely covering them, felt strangely intimate. The tension between them hung in the air, palpable and heavy, but neither of them made a move to break it.

“You know,” Charming muttered, glancing sideways at Hook, “This isn’t the kind of getting comfortable with each other I had planned.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t plan on hiding in an alley with you, either. But here we are,”

“Wanna talk the rain out,” “Since we are basically stranded till this stops you can air your list of grievances and inquiries with me,” Charming falling back into the formal speaking thing he did when he was nervous and he was nervous all the time with Hook.

“Well, where do I even start?”

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Hope you enjoy the fic & Remember to give feedback!!! It is always appreciated. Had to leave y'all on a cliffhanger hope y'all are excited for the next part. The boys are about to get all up close vunerable.(And if you reading this on Tumblr. Thank you so much for giving this a read.)

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Jatp/10 Things I Hate About You AU

In honor of the third anniversary of the premier of Julie and the Phantoms here is the 10 Things I Hate about You AU I will never write.

I’m not going to explain a whole lot about 10 Things. If you’ve seen the movie this should make sense, If not I highly recommend.  

Luke is Patrick – With his sleeveless tees and his doesn’t give a crap about school attitude. Think more brooding musician Luke, less excited puppy. He gets sent to the office all the time for skipping class to write music.

“You’re not afraid of me are you?”

Julie is Kat – Angry at the world. Her mother died three years ago and she’s moved on from grief to anger. The only scene I have an idea about is changing the dancing drunk on a table scene to singing karaoke drunk on a table. Cause I’d still want her to hit her head and have Luke catch her and take her outside and worry she’s got a concussion.

That whole scene on the swing set, need it.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you you may have a concussion.”

“You don’t care if I never wake up.”

“Sure I do.”

“Why?”

“Because then I’d have to start taking out girls that actually like me.”

“Like you could find one.”

“Oh, See, that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred.”

“Ugh, just let me sit.”

“So why’d you let him get to you?”

“Who?”

“Bobby?”

“I hate him.”

“Well you’ve chosen the perfect revenge, mainlining tequila.”

“Well you know what they say?”

“Nope, what do they say?”

Julie passes out.

“No, no, no, no, Julie wake up look at me! Listen to me Julie open your eyes!”

Julie opens her eyes to see Luke hovering over her.

“Hey, what color even are you eyes? Every time I look at you they’re different.”

He smiles at her.

She throws up.  

Reggie is Cameron – New kid in school. Completely smitten by Flynn the first time he sees her just like Cameron is with Bianca.

“I burn, I pine, I parish…”

Alex is Michael – He’s a band geek instead of future MBA (Masters Business Administration) like Michael was. He knows all the gossip about everyone. He’s the one showing Reggie around campus when Reggie sees Flynn for the first time. He could also be the one that sets up the apology song (Can’t keep my eyes off of you) for Luke to sing to Julie with the band chiming in.

Flynn is Bianca – Kat’s/ Julie’s sister. I’m going to go with Flynn being adopted a couple years after Julie was born.

“Can you for one night forget that you are completely retched and be my sister… please.”

So they wouldn’t be the same age like in jatp but a couple years apart like in 10 things. So everyone but Flynn and Carrie are seniors.

Willie is Mandella – Kat’s best friend who Alex has a crush on. No weird Shakespeare thing needed. Maybe Alex just leaves a regular old note in their locker asking them to prom? Maybe it’s not a “regular” note but one on the back of a postcard of a famous painting by Willie’s favorite artist.

Carrie is Chastity – Flynn’s best friend.

“I know you can be overwhelmed and you can be underwhelmed but can you ever just be whelmed?”

“I think you can in Europe.”

Bobby is Joey – It’s definitely believable that that character could be an idiot jackass and I think I can believe he’s a model if he was prepped up some (less grunge more styled). The only weird would be that he’d end up taking Carrie to the prom and most of us write them as related. I was thinking they don’t HAVE to be related but then again maybe it’d be even funnier if they were cousins and she was his only option after Flynn ditched him for Reggie.

Bobby punches Reggie.

Flynn punches Bobby.

“Shit Flynn! I’m shooting a nose spray add tomorrow!”

“That’s for making my date bleed!”

Punches him again.

“That’s for my sister!”

Knees him in the groin.

“And that’s for me!”

She helps Reggie up off the floor.

“Are you ok?”

He smiles, “Never been better.”

KISSES!

Nick is Bogey Lowenstein – Rich band nerd not cool jock. It works well enough.

“You guys please, take it outside!” Fighting boys crash through the window. “Thank you!”

Ray is Mr. Stratford – Kat and Flynn’s dad. I know on jatp he’d a photographer but he’d just have to be a gynecologist in this because all his panic about the girls dating is way too funny to skip and with the pregnancy belly he makes Bianca put on at one point.

“I know who you want to bend the rules for it’s that hotrod Bobby.”

Caleb is Ms. Perky –The principle. Who doesn’t want to see Caleb spending time writing a romance novel instead of disciplining the children? I can just see him trying to think of new words for “throbbing member” and Luke or Julie giving him an answer he’s pleased with.  

“The point is Julie. People perceive you as somewhat…”

“Tempestuous”

“Heinous bitch is the term used most often.”

Julie grins.

“You might want to work on that… Thank you.”

“As always thank you for your excellent guidance Mr. Covington. I’ll let you get back to Christopher’s quivering member.”

“Quivering member, hum, I like that.”

Mrs. Harrison is Mr. Morgan - The English teacher, no stretch here.

Carlos and Victoria could still be there just in much more minor rolls. They would be pretty much how they are on jatp.

[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 2 - Solitary Confinement

A/N: What if Marty had been thrown into a different car trunk? An alternate version of this scene from Part I.

As soon as the door opened and he made eye contact with Biff, he instantly felt a cold sweat come over his body. Aw, shit…not now!!

“You cost three hundred bucks of damage to my car, you son of a bitch!” Biff’s low and threatening voice sent an involuntary shiver down his spine. “Now I’m gonna take it out on your ass. Hold him!”

Before Marty could react, Biff had grabbed him by the collar and flung him into the clutches of his gang. Hands were clutching at him all over, quickly stopping any attempts he made to evade their grasp.

“Let him go, Biff! You’re drunk!” Lorraine snapped, leaning as far towards Biff as she could from the passenger seat.

Marty realised he could see far too much of his mother’s cleavage in her current position, and instantly concluded where this was going. Oh God, Mom, why’d you have to wear that dress?!

“Well, look what we have here?” Biff leaned against the doorway of the car, his eyes widening in delight.

“Leave her alone, you bastard!” Marty growled, lunging as far forward as his captors would allow. Any further threats were silenced as one of Biff’s goons placed their disgusting hand tightly over his mouth. “Gmmh mmf!” Get off!! God, I don’t wanna know what this has been touching…

“Oooh, so Calvin’s a feisty one!” One of the goons commented mockingly. “Lookin’ out for his girl, huh?”

Lorraine slowly glanced down at her dress before launching herself back into her seat, her trembling hands fiddling with the door handle.

“No no no! You’re staying right here with me!” Biff thrust himself into the drivers’ seat, his arms quickly enveloping Lorraine. “After all, I do like it when they struggle hard.”

Marty immediately saw red. “Mmmh!” Mom!!

“Look guys, take him out back, I’ll be there soon!” Biff yelled over his shoulder, sadistically smiling with pleasure as he continued to grope Lorraine. He was most certainly getting turned on by his actions, and laughed as his victim squirmed in his clutches.

Marty felt sick. He struggled furiously, his heart breaking as he watched his terrified mother trying to release herself. Dammit, Dad, you better show up soon, or she’s completely screwed-

Biff paused his assault to glare at his companions, clutching Lorraine with one hand. “Well, go on! This ain’t no peep show!!”

Lorraine managed to sit herself upright and gazed at Marty, tears glittering in her eyes as her voice cracked with fear. “Help me, Calvin…p-please!”

“Mmmh!!” Marty had to force himself to hold it together. Mom…I’m so sorry…

The breath was knocked from his body from a sharp kick to the chest. His muscles sagged into a useless heap, allowing Biff’s friends to completely lift him off the ground. He felt his limbs being bundled up and shared between his three captors as they ran from the parking lot. Mom!!

He still had no breath to cry for help, but the parking lot was empty enough that no one around hear him anyway. He felt a few tears escaping from one eye as he was carried further and further from his future. Wonder when I’ll start fading away…

“Hey!” From his twisted-pretzel position, he could make out one of Biff’s goons pointing to something. “Throw him in there!”

He was weightless for a second before roughly colliding with something solid, knocking the little air from his he had recollected. It took a few gasps before he gained some breath back, but it still wasn’t fast enough.

Marty barely had time to glance up at his captors before a trunk lid was aggressively slammed down, hitting the side of his head in the process. Marty let out a strangled cry, clutching his temple in agony as he was forced into a twisted fetal position. Christ!!

“That’s what you get for messing with us!” One of the teenagers yelled, his voice muffled through the trunk.

Marty could barely make out the laughter of the other boys as they walked away. It took at least a minute before the pain had faded enough for him to unscrew his eyes, only to be greeted with complete and utter blackness. He waved his hand in front of his face, feeling unsettled as his retinas saw nothing. Geez, this is great…

He automatically went to check his watch, but quickly remembered he’d swapped his digital LED watch for an old analogue one that Doc had lent to him. At least the screen could’ve given me some damn light in here!!

The trunk interior was also eerily sound absorbent, for even his panicked breathing seemed muted. He never thought he was claustrophobic, but this situation was definitely leaning towards that possibility.

Marty launched a punch at the roof, only to let out a collection of colourful words at the resulting pain that snaked through the nerves of his hand. “Gah!! SHIT!”

His scream reverberated in the lining of the trunk and seemed to bounce around the inside of his skull. The trunk somehow felt smaller than it initially did. “HELP!! HELPPPP!”

He inhaled, and instantly realised it wasn’t enough to satisfy his lungs.

Was it always this stuffy in here?

Oh my God, I’m gonna suffocate in here!…

“HELP!! HELP ME PLEASE!!”

Geez, McFly, you sound pathetic.

But I’m gonna die in here if I don’t scream!!

Well if I had a damn watch that actually had a light-up screen, I’d know how exactly screwed I am!

He suddenly felt dizzy. Yet I’m lying down…so how the hell does that work?

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, only for it to to brush against the fabric of the trunk lid. In fact, it was starting to feel awfully close to his face…

But the lid isn’t gonna collapse on me, is it?

Wait a minute! I heard something! Was that…?

“It’s over here, Mags!”

Marty could’ve cried with relief. Thank God! People!! “HELP!!”

Despite straining his vocal chords, he quickly realised the would-be saviour hadn’t heard him. “I know it’s not much of a car, but-“

“Oh shush, Jack, it’s fine. It’ll suit our…purposes just fine!”

“My giddy aunt, Margaret, you are such a naughty girl.”

He heard the woman giggle, and instantly felt repulsed. Oh God, I hope they’re not planning what I think they’re planning…

“Did you wanna try the back seat or…?”

Marty knew it was now or never. He furiously beat against the roof of the trunk with his foot, ignoring the steadily growing tenderness in his toes. “HELP!! HELP! OPEN UP!!”

“Oh my God, Jack!!”

“…What the hell?”

The trunk was suddenly heaved open, revealing the owner of the car to be one of George’s classmates that Marty had seen in the corridors. A young woman was cowering behind him, her hands grasping her shawl protectively.

Oh, thank God…Fresh air…

“How the hell did you get in here?!” Jack asked in disbelief.

Marty took a few deep breaths as he pushed himself upright, the feeling of suffocation quickly dissipating. His throat felt like sandpaper as he spoke. “Long story. Thanks!”

With a level of athleticism he never knew he had, he propelled himself out of the trunk and pushed past his rescuers, launching into a frantic sprint. I’m coming, Mom…just hang on-

It quickly became obvious that Biff’s friends had dumped him on the opposite side of the school, resulting in a lengthy journey through the parking lot. He was grateful that it wasn’t slippery, as the rain wouldn’t begin until well after he would return home.

If I don’t fade out of existence first, that is…

There was barely enough lighting in some parts of the lot for him to see surrounding cars, and in his haste he nearly slammed into a few. He skidded to a stop as he finally approached the familiar white Packard, and his jaw dropped at the sight.

George was standing over Biff’s unconscious form, his visibly-shaking hand extending out towards Lorraine. She gratefully accepted the gesture and walked hand-in-hand with George, ignoring the body of her would-be rapist who lay at her feet.

Marty wiped his forehead and sighed, ignoring the large crowd of people filling past him to gawk at the sight. Despite the gruelling pain in his temple and various aches and pains all over, he couldn’t help but grin. “Son of a bitch,” He marvelled. “He did it!”

[biggestsimponhere]

Till we meet again - Obi-wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker.

NOT A RELATIONSHIP. JUST A PADAWAN AND MASTER BOND. Idk i was bored and oomf tweeted something really sad so this is what i made. It’s set somewhere during Obi-wan Kenobi after he finds out Anakin is alive.

It wasn’t uncommon for Obi-wan Kenobi to have nightmares. Not uncommon at all. But something was wrong. This one was different. It wasn’t the past necessarily. It wasn’t a memory. He was standing in the living room to the quarters he shared with Anakin. Anakin was currently crying, sobbing even. “Anakin?” Obi-wan questions as he steps forward. Anakin looked up at the sound of his name. Tears streaming down his face as he angrily shouts. “Why’d you do it.” He says aggressively. He now stands in front of obi-wan staring at him. “Do what? Anakin?” He questions, reaching forward. “You left me there” Anakin says shoving whatever was on the table onto the ground.

No. This wasn’t an ordinary nightmare because Anakin was there. In his head. Creeping into his mind. How? He wondered. How could Anakin possibly have done this. Their force bond. Obi-wan had assumed it closed when he left Anakin on Mustafar. Part of him always hoped it would stay open forever. Even if that meant feeling the pain of losing Anakin as Anakin burned alive. It had to be closed, Obi-wan continued. It had to be closed because he’s never felt Anakin before now. But again, he didn’t know Anakin was alive before now. He’s drawn back to the moment as Anakin kicks over the coffee table. “Left you where Anakin?” Obi-wan questions even though he knows. He knows what he did. It haunts him every night.

“On Mustafar. You should have killed me Obi-wan. I wanted to die. I lost everything.” Anakin cries out as he slides down the wall. Obi-wan silently makes his way in front of Anakin. Crouching down till he’s eye level. It was as if they were back to the first time they met. Anakin was just a small boy then. Small enough Obi-wan had to crouch to talk to him. “I’m sorry Anakin” He whispers, reaching out towards him. “Why? Why couldn’t you just do it. Just kill me. It would have been better” Anakin sobs. “You know why Anakin. I loved you. I couldn- wouldn’t do it” Obi-wan says as he slowly begins to breakdown. He thought about it as he kneeled there. The look in Anakin’s eyes as he slowly was consumed by the lava.

“You should’ve.” Anakin said aggressively. “How are you here Anakin?” Obi-wan questioned as he say next to him. “You know how” Anakin says. “The force bond” Obi-wan says leaning his head back against the wall and sighing. “I am sorry Anakin, I should’ve done better, I should’ve trained you better. You were my responsibility and i failed you” Obi-wan said leaning closer to Anakin. “It wasn’t you Master, It was never you” Anakin said before curling into Obi-wan’s chest, just like he had done when he was only a young boy. Obi-wan held him as he cried. Cried for what he could’ve had. Cried for Padme. Cried for the kids he never got to raise. Cried because he lost everything good in his life. Obi-wan held him through it all, feeling every emotion as it poured through their bond.

Obi-wan began to cry to as he let his emotions flow into the bond. How sorry he was that he didn’t train him better. How sorry he was that he could’ve helped if he had just let up every once in a while. How sorry he was that he let palpatine get ahold of him. How he should’ve been there for him. The cries died down as the two finally let their emotions reach their peak. “It’s not your fault y’know?” Anakin said as he moved back. “W-what?” Obi-wan questioned. “It’s not your fault. It never has been and it never will be. You were a great master. An even better brother. You were my family and i’m sorry” Anakin said softly. “I guess we both made mistakes” Obi-wan sighs. “I’ll see you again Master, i’m sure of it” Anakin says as he stands and walks towards the door to their quarters.

Obi-wan stands and walks forward. “Hopefully you won’t look as bad as you do now old man” Anakin said before exiting their shared quarters. Obi-wan ran to the door but it was too late. Anakin was gone. He felt Anakin’s force leave his mind and slowly close his end of the bond. Till we meet again was the last thing that trickled down the line. Till we meet again.

[crimsonblackrose]

omg the opening of this is fun. This dude broke in and was like “What you’re not worried about me breaking past your security?” And the old man behind the desk was like “Do you know where you are?”

“Game room?” “War room.” and then flicked a switch on his desk and a little tiny miniature cannon shot the guy with poison. 😂

Guess where the antidote was? In a little red cross vehicle. 😂 Eccentric. I can’t wait. This is the guy he hired to kill people too. So of course he doesn’t want him to die.

She showed up and was like “I’m her attorney” but then started fixing her hair... oh they’re sisters. 😅 Based off the intro to this episode I’ve got so many questions. Like why that eccentric old man wants this brunette dead and why he hired a hit man.

“I’ve called the Equalizer” “What I’m not good enough to be your attorney. Fine screw you I’m going to work.” Why is her sister so against it?

“I’ve carefully planned all my moves since college. This shouldn’t have happened.” “Sounds like someone didn’t like one of those moves.” Me: OMG DID HER DAD HIRE A HITMAN TO KILL HIS OWN DAUGHTER?! WHY? (Just guessing no clue)

Girl’s purse is just full of toy soldiers. 😂 “Someone left these on my desk”

Hey Mickey

😂 Girl just threw her whole head back when she rolled her eyes. She hates McCall because they’ve worked on opposite sides before so they have beef. Which explains why she was so against him earlier.

“Let’s sit down.” Sir, she was already sitting. Why’d you make her move? (She was probably sitting at the bar, but still) Also this episode really is going for shots from a distance. It’s doing some fun film things which are mostly sort of filming zoomed in, so we’re looking through foliage at the moment and before through a crowd.

You know what, I appreciate that her move as soon as she got home and saw a small group of toy soldiers in her entry way she very quietly put her bag down, grabbed her gun and flashlight and is tip toeing through her apartment looking for the intruder. Generally I’m very much like Run, escape, save yourself. But her?...nah she’s got this.

That’s a....interesting. So she (brunette) was supposed to go out on a date with the hitman and got stood up, because he’s dead in her sisters bed....uh....this war game dude is weird. Oof imagine, coming home random stranger in your bed, dead, and they arrest you for murdering him and your sister doesn’t believe you didn’t do it because you, in the past have gone after the same man.

This is so weird. They’re playing like historical battle D&D over the phone. Ope, nope they’re setting up a play date.

The excited face of an old man playing with lives because....he’s upset he’s got no one in real life to play with so he’s invited another old man over to play. 😂 (I’m still guessing, no clue)

Mr. McCall I’m sorry but have you been inside this guys room, waiting all posed like this for how long? Like he had to unlock the door to get in so you broke in and we’re just like let me stand in a very specific way and just wait.  This isn’t a real date.

Though this guy looks super happy about it. 😂 Aha yes best play date ever.

Just two old men standing over a model war set nerding out about history. Debating... how the heck do you play this game? Just argue? Because history has a clear win for all of these...so what’s the point? It’s not a reenactment, it’s a game.

Dude was so impressed with McCall. I never learned how you actually play the game. The guy knew it was McCall from the start. Also after learning everything about him and the actual history with the girls...hoo boy. Dude just wanted to avenge his son. Though, not their fault for that one. Other dead guy, yeah.

DOG! One more episode. One more episode left of the Equalizer. I can’t believe it.

[valerietompson]

ROTT SPOILERS MAYBE???:

I just wanna say that I think Douxie carried this whole movie and the writers screwed him over

[saetoru]

hello prettiest girl in the world! i would love to know how was the first breakfast with rich boy gojo 😭😭😭

[ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 ] 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“they’re gonna burn, goj—i mean, they’re gonna burn, satoru,” you fight back a smile as gojo pouts at you over his shoulder.

“do you think my name is ugly?” he huffs, carefully flipping pancakes as you hover behind him, “is that why you always say my last name?” giggling, you press your cheek against his back, making him smile giddily to himself at the warmth of your skin seeping through his shirt

“even if i did think it was ugly, i’d never admit it or you’d cry even more,” you tease. you watch as gojo adds two perfectly round pancakes to his stack, switching off his stove before turning to you. his arms wrap around your waist, and you let him, letting his nose bury into your neck as he hums. 

“if i cried, would you blow my nose for me?”

“no,” you snort, feeling his lips curl into a pout once more against your skin. 

if anyone had ever asked, you’d bet that gojo satoru is the type of guy who doesn’t know how to turn on a stove, let alone make pancakes and a cup of coffee—he seems more like the kind of guy who sits himself down at the table with everything already waiting for him. and you never thought you’d get the privilege of watching him crack eggs into a bowl—even if he did struggle just a little—but you suppose he’s always been full of surprises.

“would you wipe my tears at least?”

“nope,” you shake your head, “i’d just watch. it’d be fun, you seem like an ugly crier.”

“actually, i’m very handsome,” he grumbles, making you giggle quietly as his thumb traces circles into your hip, “so mean. even after i made you pancakes with extra love,” he whines, melting against your body when your hand moves to bury your fingers into the mess of locks that is his morning hair. 

“you know, i didn’t take you for a cook,” you murmur, and he closes his eyes at the soft lull of your voice against his ear. “i always thought you just had a chef for that.”

if it were up to gojo, he’d stay like this, wrapped up with you in his (very large) kitchen as he sways you gently for the rest of his days. but then you pull away, and he has to fight the urge to pull you back in against his body—he wouldn’t want you to eat cold pancakes during your first breakfast with him, after all.

“technically, we do have a chef for that,” he shrugs, and you furrow your brows in confusion. he softens at the slight tilt of your head, chuckling lowly. he reaches to pinch your cheek affectionately, leaning in to steal a quick peck on your lips before grabbing the plates and making his way to the table. your breath hitches—although you refuse to admit it—before you quickly turn to follow behind.

“so then why’d you make them yourself?”

“obviously to poison you—ow,” he whines, rubbing the arm you elbowed, “now i’m starting to wish i did poison them,” he mutters. “i just thought it’d be more special this way is all.” 

you blink, taking in his words for a moment before a smile starts to slowly spread across your face—and suddenly, you laugh, and it makes him stare at you shocked. this wasn’t supposed to be a part of the plan. you’re supposed to kiss him (maybe even propose to him) not laugh at him. another pout tugs on his lips, and he’s starting to realize you make him do a lot of pouting—he’s also starting to realize you quite enjoy making him pout too. 

“well aren’t you just romantic?” you chuckle, “what, did you learn just for me too?” it’s silent, and if you look closely enough, you might just notice the soft blush that paints his cheeks. your eyes widen in realization before you start to grin wider, and then he crosses his arms as he glares (halfheartedly) at you. 

“this is the part where you stop teasing and say ‘thank you, satoru, i love you.’”

“you learned to make pancakes just to impress me? maybe i was wrong about you,” you mumble. slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in until your lips just barely hover against each other. his breath is warm, intoxicating, it makes you want to close the gap and taste his lips. but you opt to pull away just to tease him when he tries to steal a kiss, smiling when he groans. 

“i’m a real bargain, you know,” he huffs, “i’m handsome and funny and make great pancakes. did i mention i’m handsome?”

“i think you forgot about that one,” you laugh, and he cracks a smile. slowly, you lean in, letting your lips mold against his, hand slowly cupping his cheek as he sighs into your mouth. 

and gojo kisses like there’s honey on your mouth, like he’s starved of sweetness that the world hasn’t shown him yet, like he finds a taste of peace woven into the saccharine flesh of your lips. and you don’t think you mind letting him have a taste, over and over and over again until he’s satiated. 

in fact, you almost hope he always stays hungry for more. 

“well in that case, you should know i’m very handsome,” he says through a breathy laugh, pecking your lips a few times before kissing you deeply once more. and he should be worried about your pancakes getting cold, he should be worried about his efforts going to waste—but something tells him he’s already got what he’s been wanting all this time. 

“i guess you are pretty easy on the eyes,” you indulge him, and the way he beams makes feeding his ego just the slightest bit worth it. 

“so, are you impressed? did my pancakes sweep you off your feet?” he wriggles his brows, and with a smile as hopeful as that, you don’t think you could ever say no to gojo again—not that you want to. but you settle for pinching his nose before pulling away, pressing one more peck to his lips as you seat yourself at the table. 

“we’ll see after i taste them.”

yall can decide if you think he made excellent pancakes or not

[yoonqua]

help!

mingi x reader // word count: 976 // non idol au

(the seasons greetings couldn’t have come at a better time)

“I like you.”

You stare at the boy standing in front of you in pure disbelief–your mouth hanging so low it might as well have been scraping on the ground. You feel like you’re dreaming–like you're floating. Cause ain’t no way that he just said those words to you right now. 

This must be a joke, it has to be. But he’s looking at you with those eyes. Like he’s pleading at you to acknowledge him. His lips are pursed together and eyebrows scooted together in concentration. He’s looking down at you slightly due to your height difference and you think it’s the cutest thing ever. 

Oh, Mingi, you think, you sweet sweet boy. You had been crushing on him since freshman year of high school. And coincidentally he was a friend of your best friend, so you saw him enough to quench that crush-feeling and eventually it was something you could easily ignore. Until you both ended up going to the same university.

You actually didn’t see him too often, and it wasn’t until the end of fall semester that you bumped into him in the hall on your way to your last final exam. His face had brightened up so much you thought you would faint. His smile was so wide it turned his eyes into small crescents. He had enveloped you into a hug and you immediately turned into a 16 year old you. 

After that he had asked you to catch up a few times. You’ve only gone twice since your schedules don't align with Mingi being on the football team and you constantly being swarmed with art projects and internships. So, his confession currently was sending you into complete and utter shock.

“What…” Is the only thing that can come out of your mouth currently, which causes Mingi’s eyebrows to shoot upwards most likely in confusion, poor guy.

“I said,” he sighs, “I like you–and it’s actually been a while.” He starts fidgeting with his hands as you make him suffer with no response back, “I just never found the courage to–I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to do with my life and didn’t want to hold any of us back from our dreams over a confession.” he rambles.

You remember his dream back in high school–well, his and Yunho’s. They were going to be famous and you’d be able to leech off of their money and fame as their friend. What you didn’t know was what those two went through that caused their dream to be completely shattered.

“That’s sweet Mingi,” is what you say while remembering how carefree you all were in high school. See, this is why you always had such a hard time with your feelings for him. Giant, sweet, considerate Mingi. How could anyone not love him? You were starting to regret your own reasoning for not confessing your feelings, because he was willing to say his, but he was still considerate of your own life in not doing so.

“I’m so sorry, Mingi,” you begin and Mingi can feel his heart physically stop, “I should’ve said something sooner,” he’s breathing again, maybe there is hope? “I’ve liked you since high school.”

“Huh?” he says intelligently paired with wide eyes and a large smile. He forms a tight smile trying not to laugh.

“Yea,” you say shyly, “I just never said anything because I was scared–which was dumb of me! Cause you’re the kindest and most honest person I’ve met,” and now you’re the one rambling and fidgeting in your confession, “So I apologize.”

“Hey,” he says, causing you to look up, “You don’t have to worry about a thing, high school was scary overall. And we’re now so,” he drags and tilts his head to the side and you focus on the mole under his eye that moves along with his face. 

“So,” you begin to try and break the awkward tension, “Why’d you do it now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, knowing you, I always thought you would be the type to confess in a more romantic place instead of the library while I’m half covered in paint,” you shrug and you see the gears turning in 

“You’ve thought of me confessing before?” He smirks at you and you roll your eyes and let the blush creep its way on your face because there’s simply no point in fighting it.

“Well, it was sort of a last minute thing- but you look cute in paint!” Oh you sweet boy. You now lower your face, placing your paint brushes next to you on the table as you laugh quietly.

“Oh man, if this happened in high school I would’ve gone crazy,”

“I really should've, especially after Yunho said– wait.” he catches himself from rambling. Nice save, Mingi.

“Yunho?” you question and Mingi sits up straighter, eyes darting everywhere but your own.

“Have I told you about how pretty you looked during prom?” you falter and look at him like a deer caught in headlights, until you remember how that night went down exactly. You had ordered your outfit online, but the store sent the wrong one and in a completely different color making you stand out and visible from a mile away. 

“Nah nah, you and Yunho laughed at me when I left my room and kept laughing even after I changed.” You point at him jokingly and he laughs at just remembering that moment. He didn’t think you looked ugly at all; what he said before was true. 

“Back to what I was saying—Yunho told you?” and now you were talking in a somewhat serious tone. “I think I need to pay him a visit.” You say as you begin to slowly pack up your supplies, Mingi also begins to help as he thinks of ways to save Yunho and possibly himself.