#not much cause my head was poundin

[sweeneydino]

Turtle.

This is what i wanted to see✨

[yb-cringe]

im cATATONIC IN YOUR ARMS CRYING HOW DID I CAUSE SO MUCH HARM IM DONE POUNDIN MY HEAD AGAINST THE KITCHEN FLOOR APOLOGIZING FOR MY LIFE AND NEVER ENTERING YOURS

[ibarap]

[Event] A Match on the Sugoroku Board / The Die is Cast 1

Madara: Mikeneko-chan?

Rinne: Yaawn, fuu... Aah~, I'm sleepy...

I'm real happy Beehive took off. Never woulda thought I'd actually stay hyped up 'til mornin', but that ended up bein' a nice change-a pace for me too.

Now, my head's poundin' after stayin' out the whole night, so time for me to head on home and sleep.

Madara: Good moooooooorning!

Rinne: Shut up...?!

The hell? Are ya goin' home after a night out? Don'tcha know the cops arrest bad kids like you?

Madara: Hahaha, my bad. I just happened to see a familiar face is all.

I was pretty riled up by what you pulled during SS, so I wanted to get back at you for that! [1]

Rinne: Oi, oi. Don't tell me ya took it seriously, Mikeneko-chan. [2]

That was all staged. Don'tcha know I can't stand ya yellin' at me everywhere I go?

Madara: Mikeneko-chan?

Rinne: I'm free to give ya whatever nickname I want, can't I? It's cuter than gettin' called a 'dangerous bee that's out here stingin' humans'. ♪

Anyways, why're ya here? I ain't a fan idols wanderin' 'round entertainment districts.

Madara: Sorry, but it's not 'cause I was out having fun last night.

MaM tends to get snubbed in comparison to Double Face, but I've been getting more and more on that front lately.

Now that I'm on a roll, I've been hanging around the area looking for any work opportunities.

Since this is downtown, it looks like there's also a lot of workers returning home in the morning just like you are.

Rinne: I gotcha. I was wonderin' if you were hyped up 'cause ya stayed out all night.

But gettin' fucked over in the idol industry, huh... That rings a bell.

Ain't society harsh on outsiders in all kindsa ways? Rinne-kun's tired of y'all...! [3]

Madara: Even Crazy:B gets snubbed, huh. Kohaku-san told me all about it.

You cause trouble whenever you guys have work, so the only jobs Crazy:B do get are the weird ones anyone else would've turned down.

Rinne: Yeah, yeah, and I'm real sick of it. Even if I surround myself with nothin' but good kids, it straight up ain't fun~.

That's why I've also got yer back, Mikeneko-chan.

Alright, lemme treat ya to some gyudon since I'm the onii~san here!

There's nothin' better than eatin' gyudon after stayin' up all night. That's my goodbye gift to ya, so c'mon, let's eat!

Madara: Gyudon? No thanks, I'm not really hungry.

Rinne: Huuuh, ya don't wanna eat the gyudon I'm treatin' ya?

You're so cold~. Are ya turnin' down a senpai who wants to go somewhere with ya?

But I wanted to go eat with Mikeneko-chan~.

Madara: Okay, okay. I'll go with you if you insist.

We make an unlikely pair! It must've been some kind of fate that I ran into you here, don't you think?

<30 minutes later.>

Rinne: I'm stuffed. ♪

Damn, ya boy got a good dose of nutrients and the poundin' in my head even went away! Thanks, man!

Madara: Don't thank me, it was your treat.

Well, I should get going. I was kind of in the middle of my walk, you see.

I'll be looking around for some interesting jobs.

...Ohh?

Rinne: The hell's up with that? Why'd our phones sound off at the same time?

Madara: Rinne-san, it's a Sparkling Message. Apparantly, we got a new job offer. [4]

Rinne: "A Match on the Sugoroku Board — A competition between agencies, with idols from CosPro and NewDi joinin' in," huh?

"Fight by usin' dice in an Open-world Sugoroku game..." I dunno what that means, but that's pretty much why we're fightin' agency by agency.

I was plannin' on hittin' it off with ya, but it ain't gonna be that easy, huh.

Y'know what they say, "Yesterday's enemy could still be an enemy today." ♪ [5]

Madara: Hahaha, what a perfect way for things to end between us.

Considering the final round of SS, it's like my enemy from two days ago is my enemy once again.

Either way, this is the job we were waiting for.

I can't even say I'm disappointed that my search led me to someplace surprising, so I'm going to reply positively.

Rinne: Aah, 'course I'm gonna join in on the fun too. Not like I've got a ton of work headin' my way.

Well, it's about time for me to head home. Next time I see ya, all I ask is for ya to go easy on me. ♪

Madara: Sure thing, I'm looking forward to it. Let's have a fair and square fight.

Rinne: Gyahaha! ♪ Of course you'd be the type-a guy to say that!

Well now, I'm lookin' forward to it in more ways than one. ♪

Notes:

Reference to the !! main story SS Finals. Rinne interrupted Ryuseitai (red) and Double Face's (white)'s decisive round to call out the SS' voting system for being rigged and pinning the blame on Nagisa specifically.

Mikeneko-chan (calico cat): A play on Madara's cat-themed family name, Mikejima.

異物 (foreign contaminant): Translated this as 'outsider' for brevity. I figured this was worth noting due to Crazy:B being being branded as a 'poison to the idol industry' & etc. before.

Sparkling Message: I have no idea what キラキラメール (kirakira mail) is called in the wider fandom. If any of you know what it is, please let me know!

Yesterday's enemy could still be an enemy today: A spoof on the saying 昨日の敵は今日の敵, "Yesterday's enemy could be a friend today."

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[1ce0asis]

did.

i.

really

hAVE ANY OF THAT GRAVITY, MAYBE YOU'RE QUICK SAND

BECAUSE I REALLY COULDN'T TELL HOW DEEP MY FOOTPRINTS WENT

THE VERTEX OF MY REDEMPTION ARC, THE SEARCHIN' OF THAT VIRGIN HEART,

I'M CATATONIC IN YOUR ARMS CRYIN' HOW DID I CAUSE SO MUCH HARM

I'M DOWN POUNDIN' MY HEAD

AGAINST THE KITCHEN FLOOR

APOLOGIZIN' FOR MY LIFE AND EVER ENTERIN' YOURS

[myheartissetinmotion]

the bbc ghosts as songs by jukebox the ghost

Kitty

carrying- “and you were carrying a lot of weight upon your shoulders, shruggin’ it off like it don’t even matter”

everybody’s lonely- “why’s every song about love or drinkin’ too much? well, maybe that’s because everybody’s lonely”

Thomas

hollywood- “you want me poundin’ on the church door, singin’ from a streetlight. oh, it’s the kind of love that doesn’t exist anymore”

jumpstarted- “and your gravity, my depravity won’t take my advice. i never run while i still can-to the races, got my love jumpstarted, the only one i want is you”

Cap

empire- “you’re the one that i’ve been holding out for for so damn long, and you’re a far cry from an empire at peace”

a la la- “you will find me in a stance and empty-armed, shaking my head and sneaking glances for you in the crowd, at the passerby, shaking my head like we used to do in better times”

Pat

good day- “i think that i would like to invite everyone i’ve known, dead and alive, to a street where we can be finally free”

don’t let me fall behind- “and i’m the one who you can call at any time. where are you, where am i, and when are we gonna escape?”

Robin

ghosts in empty houses- “waving their ghostly arms at the stars and howling sad songs by the light of a crescent moon”

the stars- “but what if we were created to gaze, what if we were created to gaze at the stars up above?”

Fanny

the popular thing- “but if you wanna try something unique, ooh-woah, you can’t look that way, cause if you give it any more than a peek, oh, well, you will have changed”

time and i- “the more i know, the quicker it goes, losing hold. it ain’t no friend of mine”

Julian

it’s no secret- “are you embarrassed when i shout it out? keep the lights on or turn ‘em out, see what i care”

adulthood- “and i dare you to survive being grown for the rest of your life”

Mary

colorful- “don’t let growing up get between us. gotta let a little color back into your eyes”

half crazy- “you don’t have to see the world to know it’s true, you don’t have to see the world to know that it keeps turning”

Humphrey

postcard- “good idea, good idea, you keep me waiting ‘round. i’ll just wait here until you decide to come back to town”

call me joe- “well, that doesn’t matter. the truth is the answer, even if the names are changed”

[aen-maggs]

Comfort Zone - Chapter 3

Eddie Kingston x ofc

A knock at my door had me absolutely shaking with anxiety, excitement and nervous energy. I tried to take my time opening the door, but I couldn't help it. I hurried over and opened it.

"Hey doll," he said standing there with his hands in his pockets. He had on jeans and a tee shirt. I noticed a small gold chain and a set of beads around his neck, but didn't linger long looking him over as I invited him in.

"Hi." I said and it sounded like a nervous child. I shut the door and he was standing very close to me.

"You look even better than you did last night. You're beautiful, you know that?" It was that husky growl again and I felt my face blush.

"Oh, yeah, we are going to have a lotta fun." He said whispering in my ear. I heard the oven timer.

"Uhm, I uh, got to, the oven." I said and moved slightly to the right. I was flustered big time as I opened the oven and pulled out the pan. The cake was on the counter too. Eddie, following me in the kitchen, looked over everything and pointed at the cake.

"You make that for me?" He asked. I smiled.

"I really wasn't sure what you would like. If lunch failed I needed a back up. I just figured you might like something sweet." I said.

He's moved slowly around the counter closer to me. He laid his hand on mine.

"I like sweet stuff." He said and I heard the double meaning.

"So, this probably needs to cool off," I started. Eddie pulled me gently and placed my hand on his chest.

"Feel that? My heart is poundin', doll." He said softly.

"I don't want you to think I do this kind of thing all the time." I said nervously.

"Nah, I don't. I can tell you're a good girl. Ya stepping outside your comfort zone here, and I'm flattered." He said and my stomach tightened a little.

"Let's go sit while we wait," I said and showed him to the living room. He sat close to me on the couch, and I could feel an energy pouring off of him.

"So how long will you be in town?" I asked.

"Just a few days." He told me.

"You were going to tell me what you do." I reminded him.

"Yeah, about that. See, I'm not dodging' the question so much as I'm tryin' to gage your reaction."  He turned his body to face me. His arm draped over the couch.

"Oh this is interesting!" I said seeing that now he was more nervous than me, "Are you some kind of spy!" I joked.

"Nah," he smiled, "It's more complicated.  People judge me a lot when I tell 'em. Thing is, I like you a lot already, and I don't want you to think less of me."

He scooted closer to me and his hand played with my hair.

"You see, I'm not exactly a good guy. I'm a bad guy in many ways.  I don't wanna scare you or freak you out." He explained.

"I'm a big girl. Think I can handle it." I told him.

"Let me say a few more things first. To explain how bad a guy I am, I did nothing but think of you last night. You, and all the things I wanna do to you. 'Cause what I want to do is not nice at all."  He leaned closer and whispered in my ear.

"I wanna hear you scream my name."

My eyes got big and I felt myself tremble with an excitement I had never felt before. No one had ever said anything like that to me before.  I was turned on by his voice and the way he was approaching me.

"I'm not a deer in the headlights." I said trying to stay calm.

"I see that."  He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. My courage overcame me and I held the kiss but pressed my body into his. He responded by kissing me deeper and harder, gripping a fistful of my hair with just enough tug to get my attention.

He pulled me into his lap and kissed down my neck, biting gently as he went. I gasped in his embrace and I felt a smile against my flesh as he slid a hand up my shirt and under the wire of my bra.

Breathless from the excitement I pulled off my tee shirt. He buried his face on my breasts biting and sucking trying to devour me in mouthfuls of ecstasy.

"Holy shit." I said and he looked at me breathing heavily himself.

"See, I told you, big bad wolf." He said and his fingers dug into my ass gripping me tightly.

"Ok, I see what you mean." I said settling in his lap and moving hair from my eyes.

"Up to you, doll. You tell me how far we go from here."  He said and he bit my lower lip playfully.

"It's a bit late for that now isn't? " I said looking down at my exposed chest and the bruises coming up already.

He chuckled "If you say so."  He kissed me again, and started pulling at his own shirt. His tee shirt came off, then his under shirt. Eddie tore at my pants trying to get them off and I unbuttoned them while licking the side of his neck from his collar to his jawline.

"Oh, doll, that shit feels fucking amazing." I pulled back from him and smiled.

"So my good little girl knows how to be a bad girl when she wants to." He smiled and his hand made its way into my pants and between my thighs.

"Damn you so wet, doll. Just for me? I ain't even done nothin' yet." He seemed to enjoy himself as his fingered entered me. I let out a moan and his grin broadened.

"Good girl. Tell me what you like. I'll make you cum for days." He growled and he continued his thrusting. My mouth went to his agin as I moaned against his lips. My hand went to his chest, feeling the bead of a wooden rosary under them.

"Stand up, Ronnie." He whispered and I did, my pants sliding of in his hands as I did so.

"Fuckin' gorgeous. You just don't know."  Eddie told me and his eyes roved over my body hungrily.

He stood up and took my hand.  He spun me so my back was pressed against his chest. I could feel him hard and ready against me. His hands came around my body to cup my breasts and I wrapped my arms around his head as he kissed my collar bone. He nipped at my neck and I heard him groan and growl in my ear slightly.

"I want inside you." He hissed. I turned in his arms feeling a frenzy of need. I unbuttoned his pants as he locked eyes with me. I pulled at his jeans and he pushed them down  further.

He pressed me to the couch, and pulled himself out of his briefs. I was shocked by the size of him, and felt myself hesitate. He smiled at me wickedly and hovered over me.

"Do you want me, baby?"  He asked.

"Yes, please." I begged. He positioned himself over my opening and slid in slowly. I felt myself stretch to accommodate him and the pleasure dog it made my eyes roll. He lifted me up and he was deeper inside me.   I felt my walls clinch him tightly with every thrust he made. I was already about to explode.

"Yeah, baby, you cum for me.  Scream my name."  He said.

"Oh shit, Eddie!  Damnit!" I screamed and moaned and he thrust faster. I came harder than I have ever felt in my life. My orgasm spilled over him and he grinned.

"Yeah, doll, such a good girl. Letting me raw inside you. Cummin' on that dick. You're so greedy and hungry, just like me."  I felt him explode inside me and he slowed his rhythm to catch his breath.

It took a moment for me to find my voice.

"Holy fucking hell." I said with a shuddering aftershock. He pulled a throw blanket from the recliner over us both.

"You need me to get you anything?  Just tell what you want and where it's at." Eddie said. I shook my head and lay against his chest as we snuggled against the couch.

"You going to leave now?" I asked. This situation felt all to familiar to me, and I fully expected a yes.

"Now what kind of man would I be to just get up and leave after that?" He said sounding offended.

"I just thought-" I began.

"Ronnie, sweetheart, don't overthink this. I wanna be with you for a while. I'll tell you when I gotta go."  He kissed my forehead and I settled against him.

"What is Ronnie short for anyway?" He asked.

"Bronwen."  I said and he started laughing.

"Don't laugh!" I said  and he held me closer.

"That's fine, doll. So now, I'll tell you what I do. He told me and I look him in the eyes as I sat up.

"I'm a professional wrestler. A fighter." He said with pride.

I was silent for a moment. Then, I said "Like those guys on Tv?"

"Yeah, I'm one of them guys on TV.  Let's get dressed and eat something. I'll tell you all about it."  Eddie kissed my lips and I smiled back at him.

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2075

Warnings: Slow Start, Language, Tiny bit of Fluff

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

As Promised, here’s Chapter 6. I really enjoyed writing this one, heck I even laughed at one bit XD Also I’d like to thank you all for supporting my work so far, It really means the world to me that people are enjoying my work. As always Enjoy! :)

-Third Person POV

The minutes turned to hours, the hours turned into days, concern over the young girl was increasing day by day. Every single day Bucky and Steve were there, telling her how their days went and what was happening in the world all while holding y/ns hand, each day the boys watched her progress, the memory of her skin slowly regaining its colour giving them a new sense of hope.

Day by day the boys stayed as long as they could, only leaving when Mr and Mrs Barnes appeared at the door to bring them home, each time Mrs Barnes placed a small kiss on the young girl’s head before leaving. All of them taking the opportunity to show small sings of affection towards the girl, hoping that it gave her the strength to recover.

Later that night, when everyone was in bed and resting, a sharp ring disturbed the silence surrounding the house, half asleep Mr Barnes answered the phone, a wide smile appeared on his face as the news the family had been waiting for all week arrived.  Quickly the parents rushed to the boys, the pair sharing a smile as they frantically ran around the room to get ready, a few tears of happiness sliding down their faces. A huge sense of relief flowed through Bucky’s veins, all the guilt he felt throughout the week lessened, at least now he knew that he didn’t cause y/n’s death.

-Back at the Hospital

Readers POV

My eyes felt like they’d been welded shut and my head was poundin’ like nobody’s business, what the hell happened to me? Finally, I managed to open my eyes and I was immediately blinded by the bright lights shining in my goddamn face, can I not catch a break for once in my life?! A loud groan accidently slid past my lips, why is it every time I wake up some part of my body is aching? You’d think I was a pro wrestler or somethin’!

I gazed around the room, distant voices could be heard from the corridor, hang on where the hell am I? the room was decorated plain white, with a few pictures hanging on the wall and a small sofa was tucked into the back corner. Another door, presumably for the bathroom, was to the right of the window, the curtains were drawn but the steady tapping on the other side told me it was raining. What a way to come back into reality, absolutely chucking it down with rain, my dumbass soon realised that the nurses might not know I was awake, which is kind of important information.

Slowly I raised myself up, the ache on my midriff increasing much to my displeasure, as I slowly moved my legs off the edge of the bed, both were shaking with the effort of holding my body up and I hoped to god that I didn’t land on my ass anytime soon. Hang on, that might be becoming a very bad habit of mine, I’m gonna need to work on that later… finally my legs stopped shaking, taking VERY cautious steps I started making my way to the door. You’d think walking 5 feet would be easy, wouldn’t you? apparently not.

After about 3 minutes of moving like a bloody snail, I could finally reach the door handle, now for the hard part… turning the door handle, a high-pitched squeak met my ears as the door slowly flung open, the voices outside my room stopped and foot steps came towards my room. Two nurses came around the corner and stopped when the spotted me, a few seconds passed before I started to feel awkward, so I decided to wave at them to try and break the tension. Which in hindsight was one of the dumbest things I could have done in that moment, but it did seem to break them outta their trance, they both came towards me and started fussing over me, “Miss you shouldn’t have gotten out of bed! Why didn’t you just press the call button on the bed side table? how long have you been awake?” There was a bloody call button?! For the love of god!

“I woke up about 5 minutes ago, I’m sorry but could you tell me what happened to me? All I remember is fainting near the bank” The nurses shared a look, both of them ignored my question for the moment and focused on getting me into the bed and calling for the doctor, they gave me strict instructions not to move till the doctor arrived. Well, at least I know I’m in a hospital but what the hell did I do to land in here in the first place? All I remember is getting ready for the war and setting up in the dinner before it all went wrong. Shooting happened, I was taken hostage, shooting happened again, Alexi punched me and broke my nose, I was held at ransom before till I got bored and ran outta the line of fire, Bucky and Steve were pinned behind a wall, I fought with a մոխրագույն օրխիդ and got shot…wait a second…

I’M GONNA KILL THOSE IDIOTS!

I got bloody shot! How the hell did I forget that?! It’s not like I stubbed my toe, an actual bullet went inside me! Oh god are Bucky and Steve okay?! Where are they? Did they get hurt? My mind was going crazy with worry, I hoped to god that this bloody doctor got here soon, or I’d be out of here looking for those pair of numpties! A knock on the door disrupted my thoughts as a team of doctors and nurses filled the room, a few carried important looking equipment with them, a man with a clipboard approached me with a reassuring smile.

“Good Evening Miss y/n, my names Doctor Miller, you’ve been unconscious for a week or so, due to a gunshot wound to your midriff, the bullet shattered on impact and we had to operate to stop any internal bleeding. Now don’t worry too much about that, it’s in the past and there’s no lasting damage done, but we’re going to have to keep you in the hospital for one more night to monitor your vitals but after that you’ll be free to go. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask me.”

Okay, all I heard was “unconscious for a week” and “no lasting damage”, I really hope that I don’t smell too bad, my pride’s been damaged enough for one week.

“Dr. Miller, do you know what happened to the two boys that were with me at the bank? Did they get hurt at all?” I could hear the fear in my voice, I dreaded the answer and prayed to god that nothing happened to them. He took a moment to reply, my worry increasing by the second, “No, none of the boys got hurt, but I can’t say the same for some of the members of the Црни лабуд, some were killed during the fight and a few passed away in their sleep. I believe that someone called Damien is still alive though, he gave a statement that completely cleared your name in court today”

What? I can’t believe it, why would he do that? One by one everyone started to leave the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I don’t understand it at all, why would Damien go out of his way to protect me? All that’d of done was increase his jail time for human trafficking. It doesn’t make sense…

-Time Skip

At some point I fell asleep, the sound of faint whispering disturbed me from my sleep as I slowly opened my eyes, sat next to me was Bucky’s mother, his father stood behind her as they both offered me a gentle smile. A few tears slid down Mrs Barnes cheeks when she realised I was fully awake, her arms immediately enveloped me into a warm hug, “Oh my Goodness sweetheart, please don’t ever scare me like that again, I was so worried about you” I didn’t reply to her, instead I chose to hug her tighter as confusion began to cloud my mind. Why would she be worried about me? Me? Other people would have been over joyed at the news of me being shot.

Slowly she pulled away from me, choosing to look me in the eyes as carefully stroked my cheek, inspecting the few bruises littered on my face, a small sniffle grabbed my attention as I turned away from her, my eyes glanced over in the direction of the sound. There stood in the corner of the room were the boys, both of their eyes red and puffy as they cautiously made their way towards me, none of us said anything when they reached my side. My eyes scanned over Steve checking for any injuries and damage before I pulled him into a hug, his body tensed up in shock before he relaxed and returned the embrace.  “I’m so sorry y/n I never wanted you to get hurt, neither of us did we just wanted to help you” even with his voice muffled, I could tell that the poor lad was crying and I couldn’t blame him, bloody Niagara falls was streaming down my cheeks, I pulled away from him and turned to Bucky, he was looking at the floor and completely avoiding my gaze.

Oh, hell no, no sad boys allowed here! Carefully I leaned forward and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers together as I pulled him closer, something inside me hurt when his eyes met mine, they held so much guilt, so much pain and sadness and I hated seeing him like this. No words were exchanged as he wrapped his arms around me, a sigh of relief escaped him, my arms automatically tightened around him when a single tear fell onto my neck. His silent sobs cut me down to my core, behind him Steve stood to the side, his eye meeting mine as I grabbed his hand in reassurance, once Bucky calmed down we both drew back, and I pulled both boys in front of me.  

“I want both of you boys to listen to me, none of this was your fault, this is all on me. I pushed you both away to protect you and I’m sorry for that, I should have been more honest with you, me getting shot has nothing to do with anything either of you did.” My voice was firm and assertive, but of course that didn’t stop either of them trying to argue with me. Not much of a surprise there.

“But we went in the middle of it, we tried to play the hero’s and we ended up being the villains, you should be mad, not forgivin’ our stupid asses” this is probably not the best time to notice this, but Steve just swore for the first time in his life, I couldn’t be prouder! Wait, where was I?

Goddamn it y/n, concentrate for once in your bloody life! “Okay, stop that crap right now Rodgers, none of this had anything to do with you, although I would like to ask the both of what THE HELL YOU WERE THINKING DIVIN’ INTO THE MIDDLE OF A BLOODY GANG WAR?!” it was safe to say that they weren’t excepting that.

It was actually quite funny, Bucky went completely pale and started stuttering while Steve actually jumped up in surprise and fell down, admittedly I felt a bit bad about that bit. Neither of the boys could form a coherent sentence, both completely panicking as they tried to explain the reason behind their complete stupidity. Slowly my eyebrows started to raise as a small smirk made its way onto my face, the pair of them making no sense as Bucky pointed to Steve and said something about justice. I know I shouldn’t be finding this funny, but I couldn’t help it, they were babbling like a bunch of school girls!

Eventually, they both shut up once they noticed me failing to stifle a giggle, their expression turning from ones of panic to amusement, and eventually I couldn’t contain it, “I’m sorry but your faces were bloody brilliant! Oh my god I’m dying” both of the boys rolled their eyes at me, shaking their heads as Bucky’s parents started laughing with me.

Another Chapter down, as always feel free to leave some tips on how I can improve my writing for you all, Requests and tags are open :) Thanks for Reading!

Rose xx

[charlieb-baby]

Beard Tickles

Summary: Clyde Logan is a kinky man and when he is reunited with his girlfriend she is fascinated by his new beard... (this is my first ever story posting!)

It was true what they said about the quiet ones, they were definitely kinkier- and Clyde Logan was a shining example of this. During his teen years he was hidden whilst his siblings reigned as a supreme beauty queen and legendary jock star. The giant of a teen would much rather be struck with some narrative about exploring the depths of a vibrant forest than getting drunk at a cramped house party. He got into the habit of mumbling his words and avoiding social interaction. So it was only natural for him to be intimated when some recruitment officers came in one assembly. Yet, whilst listening to the Officer talk, something clicked. His first instant connection was formed and he signed up as soon as he was 18 with an uncharacteristic urge to pounce into action. When finally deployed, the intense environment surrounding him didn’t suddenly turn him into Mr. Chatterbox but did help improve his communication skills.

While he still was a man of few words, this did not translate into his list of kinks. After dating him for 3 years you had accepted that being surprised in the bedroom was now a part of your lifestyle. For a regular man Clyde certainly wowed in every aspect. He could have you coming with a few delicate touches after an excessive amount of teasing. And oh god did he love to tease you. Your needy whines and desperate pleas only caused his ego (and hard cock) to grow enormously. Once, he caught you rambling to your friend about your bedroom activities whilst cooking him breakfast after an extremely hot and heavy night.

“I don’t know it’s.... like have you ever been with someone who met needs you didn’t even know you had? He just seems to know my every spot and desire.”

He spent the entire day and whole bar service that night grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

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So when you had to leave for 2 weeks it was certain you’d suddenly be lacking in orgasms. And whilst you jumped at the chance to be with your family to celebrate your mothers birthday, you couldn’t deny how much you had missed Clyde in every sense. His soft snuggles as he cuddled you first thing, the sweet kisses he pressed against your neck from behind as you made breakfast, the warming compliments he gave as you got dressed, the loving texts he sent whilst you were both at work, the hard grip of his rough hand against your inner thigh as you needily whimpered with his tongue greedily lapping up your juices that he insisted tasted as succulent as a fresh peach. You couldn’t lie, your own fingers weren’t long enough to be able to pleasure yourself like Clyde could so it left you unfulfilled- something you weren’t use to. All you wanted to do was rush home, into his muscular arms and be held tightly.

That feeling only increased when he told you he had come down with an illness. You could hear his course voice through the phone.

“Aww Clyde baby, I can come back if you need me to, you know that,” you softly told him, affection laced heavily in your words.

“Aw sweetheart, you don’t have to do that, I can’t be pullin’ ya away from ya mumma. I know how much ya miss her otherwise.” His southern twang was only emphasised by his dry throat. And whilst you feel down about his illness, his thick voice was causing you to grow slightly wet as you sat in your childhood bedroom. You sighed heavily before replying.

“Okay then, but if you start to feel any worse you get on the phone to me straight away Mr. Logan and I’ll be right back making you some chicken soup and nursing you better,” which causes him to chuckle and wheeze at the same time, increasing your worry slightly.

“I’m a grown man darlin’, I think I can take care of myself,” he stated cheekily.

“Oh Clyde I know how grown you can get, trust me,” you teased and smoothly wrapped up the conversation, allowing him a hopefully restful nights sleep.

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No matter if you had been away for 10 minutes or 10 days, coming back to Clyde’s trailer always made a rush of comfort spread throughout your body. It was the knowing safety that came with it that made you so content. And you rushed in as quick as you could, excited to see your handsome man after what had felt like an eternity apart. There was no obvious sight of him when you entered but heard mechanical humming coming from the bathroom so gently knocked on the door which was quickly flung open. You were then engulfed by muscular arms and lifted off of your feet only to be placed down on the edge of your bed. Before you could even say hello you felt his full lips press firmly against yours, causing you to smile widely.

“I missed you too,” you chuckled and blushed as you pulled apart.

“I can’t believe I didn’t even hear you pull up, damn electric razor too loud,” Clyde grumbled as he stood between your legs. It was then you took notice of his goatee. He’d grown it much thicker than usual and you were desperate to stroke it or have it buried between your legs, whichever came more natural.

“Well maybe you should kiss me some more to apologise that you weren’t standing there waiting for me,” you argued and Clyde was quickly persuaded as his lips met yours once again.

You could feel the hair on his chin tickling you gently and you reached a finger delicately up to trace it. The bristles felt unexpectedly soft to the touch- he must have started using the moisturiser you bought him for Christmas. His cheeks also felt smooth against your other hand as you gently grabbed his face as Clyde deepened the kiss. Yet as soon as you went against the grain, there was a rough prickly feeling against your fingertip. It was hard to choose a preference. He groaned and moved to kiss your neck.

“I didn’t realise you liked my beard so much baby,” He teasingly muttered against the skin, where he made sure to roughly tickled the sensitive skin there.

“Neither did I,” you murmured, half embarrassed, half too turned on to think properly.

“Mmmm, I grew it whilst I was ill and was missin’ you. I just sat here in bed, not moving, wishing my baby girl could come and look after me. You know how lost I am without ya,” Clyde responded as he moved to rest his forehead against yours and place his hand under your sundress, resting on your inner thigh.

“I did offer to come home,” you quickly retorted, still running your finger along his facial hair.

“I know, but whilst I was alone in this big bed, desperately needing ya, all I could do was imagine how badly my girl’s tight pussy needed a good poundin’” his sultry voice spoke. Oh god he was gonna be the death of you. All you could do was let your breathe hitch slightly in response.

Clyde practically ripped off all items of clothing, spinning you around by your waist and moving you to lie flat on your stomach. Your heart rate increased rapidly at his actions. It had barely been 15 minutes since you’d got in and he already had you naked, breathless and needy. You could feel his intense stare on your curves as he pondered over what fantasy to indulge in this time. Or was he creating one up on the spot? His actions always seemed so fluid, leading you to believe he’d been wondering about it for some time, carefully planning- yet each time he catered to your needs over his, sensing how you felt in the moment.

You felt a dip in the bed as he straddled you from behind, moving your hair to the side. His mouth rested next to your right ear where his hot breathe flowed, sending a chilling but indulgent shiver to every nerve in your body.

“Daddy’s missed you so much baby girl. I had to look at porn without ya but it was nothin’ compared to you,” Clyde began and you couldn’t hold back the soft little whimpers that escaped your mouth or the involuntary shuffling of your legs to feel something, anything, to ease the aching. “Now I got ya back here with me I just hav’ta run my face over ya entire body.” He didn’t give you time to respond as he placed his hand on the back of your hair and moved his head around the skin on your neck. The bristles of his beard tickling with a subtle callousness which was soothed by the gentle sucking of his plump lips and the stroking of your hair.

“Mmmm you like this don’t ya?” Clyde groaned desperately, eager for your response. You could only hum contently in response, too overwhelmed.

He then moved down to run his goatee and face against your shoulders and the space between, his hand grabbing your hips to keep you from squirming as much as you were. When he tilted his head to the side allowing you to feel the smoothness of his cheeks, juxtaposing the prickling of his facial hair. There was a quiet question raised at the back of your mind that you hardly noticed due to the sheer pleasure you were feeling: why was this so fucking hot right now? Was it Clyde’s possessive need for you? Your built up horniness? It was simply mind blowing. He traced down your spine, occasionally teasing your lower back, edging towards your ass cheeks.

“Being away from you has made me sex starved darlin’, so it’s only fair for daddy to tease you.” Clyde spoke seductively.

“Mmm daddy no, I’ve been so needy for you. My fingers weren’t long enough whilst I was away.” You impulsively responded causing him to chuckle smugly. You urgently needed more.

Somehow sensing this, he finally ran his beard against the tops of your ass cheeks, causing a deep gasp to be let out, your body reacting for you as you pushed yourself back into him. It was now Clyde’s turn to gasp and groan at your action.

“Fuck who needs porn when I’ve got this ass?” Clyde murmured against the skin there. He couldn’t help but spank you with as much force as he could generate, causing your back to arch as you let out a shocked whine at the pain. An animalistic moan deep from Clyde’s throat burst through his lips in return. The shaggy sensation of the hair on his chin had you irrationally bucking your hips to gain as much friction as possible. His face moved in circular motions making it impossible to keep your moans in, spurring Clyde on. Just when you thought you couldn’t be in more pleasure, a thick finger found your attentive throbbing clit, circled it and run up and down your folds.

“Oh shit, you’re so wet for me. Fuck you must love feeling daddy’s beard all over,” Clyde smugly stated but you could sense the need in his voice too. You pushed yourself back further into him.

“Please, please Clyde, I cant take it.” you said needily.

You should have felt more embarrassed at the tone of your voice but you were too far gone to be self aware. Hearing your desperation increased Clyde’s own need but he’d be damned if he didn’t carry this out properly.

“Trust me darlin’ I’m rock hard right now, but daddy isn’t finished so needs to show some self control,” he answered with a deep sigh following. He cruelly blew a hot breath directly against your pussy as he traveled past it, which had you crying out and gripping the pillow beside your head. His face buried into the top of your smooth thighs and calves. You were desperate for a more impactful feeling. It was sinful how good Clyde was a teasing you. He made it so easy to be so fucking filthy yet feel like pure heaven.

“Turn ‘round baby,” Clyde hurriedly demanded, and you weren’t one to deny. When you met his eye-line again, his gaze was almost blinding with intensity. You immediately bit your lips and stared up at him anticipating his next move whilst he drank you in. His hand wrapped round the back of your throat and moved down to greedily attack your lips. The kiss was red hot with passion and devotion to one another. Tugging at his long locks caused him to growl against your lips and finally pull apart and move towards your sternum, littering your chest with rough bites and beard burn all over your breasts. Your nipples immediately became hard against the course bristles, the unknown sensation quickly became one of your favourites. Clyde was growing impatient though and rubbed his fingers against your drenched pussy igniting loud whimpers from you. He had craved you whilst he’d been on his own having forgotten how shit being lonely was now that you were in his life. His lips slowly moved down, kissing all over your stomach as you raised your hips up.

“Does your pussy need me darlin’? Has daddy’s beard all over made you so wet?” Clyde asked as he looked upwards at you whilst resting at your pelvis.

“Fuck Clyde I need you in me now!” You moaned out, arching your back as it felt like all your nerves were on fire.

“All you had to do was say,” he muttered lowly and engulfed your clit in his mouth causing a long whine to escape your mouth as a single tear began to roll down your cheek. Your hips were bucking erratically whist your hands grabbed onto locks of his hair and Clyde moaned hungrily against you. An endless string of moans, whimpers, curses and even shrieks tumbled out of your mouth as you were devoured. The burn of thick facial hair against your inner thighs caused your orgasm to edge closer.

“Oh fuck this is too much. Daddy needs to fuck ya, I need ya soaking pussy now.” Clyde grumbled lustfully as he pulled both of your legs over his broad shoulders, spreading you open widely. He traced his thick cock over your entrance for a final teasing. Just as you were about to beg with all your might, he entered you fully causing all the air to be knocked out of your lungs. He threw his head back and growled deeply as his tip reached your hilt. Being encompassed by your warm pussy almost had Clyde instantly coming after the longing he felt whilst separated. God you were perfection. You instantly tightened as Clyde started moving, his pace unfaltering and hitting you as deep as possible.

“You’re never leaving daddy for that long ever again. Can’t handle being without ya delicious cunt.” Clyde grunted as he pounded you deeply. All you could do was scream in response, unable to even breathe let alone speak. It always astounded you how Clyde was able to give such amazing dirty talk whilst all you could manage was constant moaning.

His force caused your tits to bounce wildly and he reached up to pinch your nipple harshly. That’s what sent you over the edge. Your orgasm flooded his cock, bedsheets and your thighs.

“Fuck yes baby girl! Daddy makes you come so hard.” He groaned loudly, closing his eyes hard to concentrate on his looming release. Clyde was thrusting into you more irregularly and you were finally able to regain your voice.

“Mmm thank you daddy, cum for me now. Show me how much you missed me,” you spurred on knowing secretly how much he loved to be praised. As his thrusts deepened, making his balls were hitting against your skin, he shoved two fingers into your mouth. You sucked and swirled your tongue around them as if it was his own huge cock, eager to actually do that later as a reward.

“Fuuuuck I’m cummin’” Clyde whined and stilled inside you, shooting his cum into your already drenched pussy.

Clyde and you caught your breaths before he slowly pulled out, laying on his back against the bed that you were surprised was still standing. You moved to roll on top of him, your legs entangled together, head resting on his pecs, his hand stroking through your wild hair.

“You fucked me like you were worried I’d forgotten how dirty you were.” You laughed causing him to chuckle deeply and vibrate your whole body.

“Am I that transparent?” He replied in a mocking tone. “Nah I just missed ya darlin’ is all,” he smiled down at you. You got up to kiss him gently and lovingly, running your fingertips along his goatee for one last time (for now anyway).

“Ditto Mr. Logan, ditto.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

[our-smooty]

If It Ain’t Broke

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Mature

Relationships: None

Tags: suicidal thoughts, self harm, drugs and alcohol

Summary: 4 times Murdoc needed help and the one time he accepted it

Murdoc held the lighter to his skin, watching the flame burn. It didn’t hurt as much as it should have thanks to the copious amount of alcohol and speed in his system. Honestly, he was a little disappointed; the pain was one of the best parts. Quite quickly a reddened spot appeared, getting worse and worse until the Satanist couldn’t stand the heat any longer. What was left after he flicked the lighter closed was an anger blister, one of numerous on that arm.

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A rapid, loud banging on the washroom door broke him out of his trance. He’s nearly forgotten where he was.

“Hey asshole!” someone called through the wood. “People are waiting out here!”

Murdoc swore gruffly. “Piss off! Go find another shitter. We’ve got lots of them!” Why had he thought throwing a house party was a good idea? Now it sounded like the guy outside was kicking the door. The bassist really didn’t have the energy to deal with this, though that could be fixed with a bump of speed.

He let the idiot keep smashing on the door as he got his fix and cleaned himself up. Pulling down the sleeves of his grey shirt and fiddling with the lock, Murdoc swung the door inward. The dullard on the other side was mid-kick, and the sudden removal of the door caused him to stumble forward onto the bathroom floor. Murdoc cackled.

“Serves you right,” he snarked, stepping over the fallen man and out into the hallway. The others in line for the loo were quiet now that they realized who had occupied it. The bassist leered at partygoers as he passed, stalking off to the living room where he knew his bandmates would be.

“Murdoc!” 2D cried as he walked through the doorway. The singer had a bird under each arm and a joint in hand as he lounged on the sofa. Russel was sitting at the--normally cluttered-dining room table playing cards with a group. Noodle was nowhere to be seen, though that wasn’t surprising, given that she was only 10 years old and the house was full of drugs and other illicit activities.

Murdoc didn’t answer the kid, choosing instead to head straight to the liquor cabinet and grab a bottle of whiskey. His high from the speed was kicking into gear and his knees were shaking, though he never would have admitted it out loud. Instead, he slunk over to the other couch and sat slouched into the peeling leather.

“Where’d you go, Muds. We missed you!” Satan did the singer ever shut up? Now he had the girls cooing and tittering over in his direction. Normally he would have slid over and stolen the birds from the other, but his heart just wast in it tonight.

“None of your sodding business,” he snapped, swigging from the bottle. 2D continued to smile--the simpleton probably didn’t even know he’d been insulted. Murdoc watched him go right back to chatting with the ladies without a care in the world. His arm burned and he resisted the urge to scratch.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Russel asked from the table. Murdoc’s nails dug into his palms and the skin under his sleeve throbbed. He felt the familiar heat of rage bubbling up from his stomach into his throat.

“Fuck off lard-arse!” he felt himself screaming. Before he knew it he was throwing the bottle, smashing it against the wall beside the TV. The women on the sofa began to shriek, and 2D jumped up, hands flying all over the place.

“Holy Hell, Murdoc!” he shouted, taking a step towards the bassist, and then back again with his hands outstretched. Murdoc was panting now, though he wasn’t sure why.

Russel stood and set his cards down, motioning to the others at the table to leave, then turned towards Murdoc. “Are we gonna have a problem, Murdoc?”

The drummer was so much bigger than him, and had already proved himself of taking Murdoc down. His nose was a testament to that. But still he was so angry for no reason and his heart was pounding. Maybe a fight would help him calm down. With three quick steps, he was up in the drummer's face, swinging wide.

He didn’t even remember hitting the floor.

“Where is Murdoc?”

Noodle was standing in the center of the studio, guitar plugged in and ready to play. Russel sat behind his drum kit reading a magazine and 2D was fiddling with one of his keyboards in the corner. The only member missing was the bassist.

“Probably still sleepin’,” Russel sighed, flipping the page. Noodle frowned.

“He knew we had practice this morning, yes?” she asked. Stu looked up from his keyboard to nod and shrug.

“I told him, but you know how he is,” he answered. This was so like their oldest member; make promises and then completely flake. She was getting really tired of his attitude.

Noodle threw off her guitar and stomped out the studio door. Neither Russel or 2D tried to stop her, they knew better than to get in her way. She could probably take them both out and barely break a sweat.

The guitarist strode through Kong towards the car park, the heels of her boots clacking loudly. No longer was she the little 10-year old running through the halls. Noodle was a force to be reckoned with now, something that Murdoc would come to learn in a few minutes.

When she got to the carpark it was silent. Normally when Murdoc was in his Winnebago it was filled with the sound of loud music and other debauched activities. It looked like 2D was right when he said the bassist was probably sleeping, though that wouldn’t save him from their youngest members wrath.

“Murdoc!” she shouted, banging on the door with her fist. No sound came from inside, but the door was locked so she knew the bassist was in there. “Murdoc! You are late for our practice!”

There was significant rattling and clanking from inside. The door swung open and Noodle only just had time to step back to avoid getting hit. “Who the fuck is poundin’ on my soddin’ door!”

Murdoc was a mess. As usual, he was mostly naked, though Noodle was eternally grateful he was still wearing underwear. His cape was missing, and he only had one boot on. His normally tidy but greasy mop-top was in disarray, and the bags under his eyes were ten-fold. But that wasn’t what Noodle noticed most.

“Kore wa Nan desu ka? You are injured!” she grabbed at his arms, pulling them forward. There were cuts and burns dotting both of them and covering up old scars. A trickle of fear and concern broke through her previously furious mood.

Murdoc flinched and pulled back, retreating into the Winnebago. Noodle followed him before he could lock the door, stepping over debris and clothing. The bassist was rifling through said clothing for something to cover up with, muttering to himself.

“What are you doin’ here Noodle?” he asked, voice rough as he pulled on a long-sleeve shirt. The injuries disappeared under the cloth, and she had to wonder how she’d never seen his scars before.

“We have band practice,” she answered, watching him. “You promised you would be there.”

Murdoc swore and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit. I forgot.” He was stumbling around now, hopping into a pair of trousers that looked well beyond their lifespan.

“I’ll be there inna minute, Noodle,” he said, still not looking at her as he fumbled around for his other shoe. It was a little sad, and her concern increased.

“Are you alright?” Some of those injuries looked recent and swollen.

“Perfectly fine, Noodle-girl. Jus’ slept in a lil’, that’s all.” He was most certainly lying. He’d opened the door much too quickly for him to have been passed out after a night of drinking. She frowned.

“Do not treat me like a child,” she insisted, striding towards him and grabbing his arm again. “I am not stupid, Murdoc.”

He deflated a little, the fake smile he’d plastered on sliding from his lips. Pants on but not buttoned he sat heavily on the bed, hanging his head.

“I don’t--Can we not talk about this?” he asked, gaze trained on the floor. She knew that he knew what the injuries were, where they’d come from. But she didn’t know what to do about it; for all her eagerness, she was still only a teen. So she sighed and nodded, turning back towards the door.

“Please, be careful,” she asked before walking down the Winne steps. He didn’t say anything as she left. Before swinging the door closed the looked back at him. “Do not worry about practice, we will reschedule.”

When Noodle got back to the studio, 2D and Russel were jamming, riffing off of each other in a lazy sort of way. They stopped when she entered, obviously looking at the doorway behind her. It was obviously empty.

“Did you kill him?” 2D asked, and the warble in his voice gave away that he was only half-kidding. Russel chuckled.

“He will not be joining us today. We will have to practice tomorrow,” Noodle informed them neutrally, moving to put her neglected guitar away. 2D shrugged and started to pack up while Russel tossed his sticks to the side.

“What, was he too drunk to bother showing up?” he asked. Noodle wasn’t sure what to say to either of them. Should she tell them what she saw? Should she keep Murdoc’s secret? It felt like she had half the pieces to a puzzle, with the other half nowhere in sight.

“He is ill,” was what she settled on. For now Noodle would keep Murdoc’s secret, at least until she could figure out what the best thing to do would be.

2D was settling into life on Plastic Beach, if you could call it that. After the first week he discovered that most of the time, Murdoc forgot to lock him in his room or order the Cyborg to do it. So he spent most of his time not recording wandering the island avoiding the foul-tempered bassist.

Sometimes though, he wasn’t so successful. It had been at least two weeks since Murdoc sent the Cyborg for a supply run, and he was getting tired of eating cereal for every meal. They hadn’t been recording anything either, so the singer hadn’t had the chance to ask if and when they’d be getting more of anything. If he wanted to find out, he’d have to seek out the other willingly.

“Uh, Murdoc?” he called, knocking on the other’s bedroom door. Cyborg was nowhere to be seen, which made him uneasy. It was always creeping around making those God-awful mechanical sounds.

When he heard nothing from inside he tried the handle--it was unlocked. Very slowly he pushed the door open just enough for him to stick his head inside. It was dark, as usual, and empty. Plastic Beach wasn’t exactly massive, where could  Murdoc be hiding?

He got his answer in a loud clattering coming from Murdoc’s en-suite bathroom, followed by Cyborgs usual beeps. Taking care to not step on anything important the singer made his way over to the bathroom, peering through the doorway.

Inside Cyborg was standing in front of the tub, an open first aid hit at its feet. On the edge of the tub sat Murdoc, shirtless and bedraggled and most certainly drunk. 2D stared as Cyborg meticulously wrapped one of the bassist’s hands in gauze. His other hand was still unwrapped and sat bloody and bruised in his lap. Had Murdoc gotten into a fight? There was no one else on the island since they’d finished with the last contributor. And fighting didn’t explain the other scratches and scars littering his entire upper body.

“Please give me your other hand, Master,” Cyborg said, placing the wrapped one down. Murdoc winced as he held it up, looking longingly at the half-empty bottle of rum on the floor. As his eyes slid over the rest of the bathroom, his gaze landed on 2D peeking in through the doorway. Stu gulped and stepped back, sure that he was in for a beating.

“That you, Faceache?” Murdoc sounded tired and cranky, never a good sign. 2D could probably outrun him, but then who knew when he’d seen the man again. And he was really, really tired of cereal.

“Y-yeah, it’s me Muds,” he answered, stepping into the bathroom fully. The smell of antiseptic stung his nose. Murdoc swatted the Cyborg away and stood with some effort. He was much drunker than the singer first thought.

“Th’fuck d’you want?” he slurred. 2D had the sinking suspicion that if Murdoc hadn’t been so uselessly drunk he would have been spitting mad.

Hands drawn up and fingers twiddling, 2D warbled, “W-well there’s no food, ‘cept cereal a-and expired milk.”

Murdoc wobbled dangerously, and the Cyborg shot a hand out to support him. A sick feeling ran through the singer as he looked on. Murdoc had been frightening and intense when they lived at Kong, but now he looked like an old, unstable drunk. It was honestly sad, and Stu felt a stab of pity for the other.

“Y-y-you,” Murdoc stuttered, pointing a shaky finger in the singer’s face. “The fuck d-d-’you know?”

2D raised an eyebrow, still wary but not as scared. He could definitely get away from Murdoc right now if he had to; it’d been a long time since he saw the other this drunk. “I think I know when the cupboards are empty, Muds.”

Cyborg took this moment to pipe up. “It has been approximately 15 days since the last supply run.” Murdoc growled

“I knew that, y-you bucket of bolts!” 2D flinched. This wasn’t going at all like he’d imagined. After seeing the bassist in this state, 2D was less worried about supplies and more worried about his health.

“Murdoc, a-are you alrigh’?” he asked, reaching out to put a hand on the Satanist’s arm. Murdoc winced and drew back, nearly falling into the tub.

“I’m fu-fuckin’ fine,” he said, face going pale.  Blood began to drip from his untreated hand. Not two seconds later he was pushing 2D out of the way and retching into the toilet bowl. All that came up was bile and, presumably, alcohol.

“I dunno... you’re hurt an’ you look pretty rough, mate.” Was Murdoc even his mate anymore? He’d beat him and kidnapped him and treated him like shit for years now, but something about seeing the other man so broken made 2D forget most of that. His mother had always said his kind nature would get him into trouble one of these days. “Why don’t you go lay down for a bit?”

“Sod off!” Murdoc shouted, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and staggering to his feet.

2D persisted. “I don’t think that’s a good idea mate…” But Murdoc was angry now, advancing towards the singer with a hard glint in his eye. 2D recognized that look and decided it might be time to make his escape.

“Get the fuck out!” he screamed, making a grab for the singer’s shirt. 2D dodged and scampered out of the room with a small squeak. So much for trying to be nice, or getting more food. It looked like he’d be eating cereal for a while longer.

One of the main perks of being so huge and living on the roof was that Russel had a good amount of privacy from the rest of the band. Minus the occasional car and passerby, it was almost peaceful. Well, at least it usually was.

For the last couple of weeks, at around 3 am every morning, one of his bandmates had started causing a racket. It was mostly thumps and bumps, like someone pounding on the walls, and in general, he could sleep through it, but he was still curious. 2D and Noodle weren’t usually the type to be so discourteous, though sometimes the singer would forget the expected social niceties. Russel had his suspicions that it was Murdoc making all the noise, but he hadn’t been able to catch the man in the act. Until one night.

As usual, the banging began around 3. Unusually, Russel was still awake, having been in the clutches of a transient spell of insomnia for a few days. It was definitely coming from the part of the house where Murdoc’s room was, and this time Russel was determined to tell the older man off. Carefully he leaned down to his bedroom window, using one giant finger to tap on the glass.

“Yo Muds,” he whispered, “what the fuck are you doin’ in there man?”

The banging stopped abruptly, and Russel tried to see inside to locate the other man. It was incredibly dark like the bassist had intentionally removed all the light fixtures from the room. While squinting through the window, the drummer was caught by surprise when Murdoc appeared at the glass, yanking the dirty pane up and open to stick his head out.

“What’re you shouting abou'?” he drawled, the unmistakable stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke leaking from the open window. Russel’s nose crinkled in disgust.

“I’m asking you what the hell you’re doing to make all the noise every night,” he repeated. Murdoc rolled his eyes and took a drag of the smoke he was sucking on.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Russel.”

The drummer huffed. “Like hell you don’t.”

Murdoc blew his lungful of smoke out the window, and subsequently into Russel’s face with a smirk. “Did I disturb your beauty sleep?”

“Fuck you,” Russel snarled, choosing to return to his rooftop and ignore the disgusting man. As he retreated he could hear Murdoc’s croaky laugh echoing into the night.

But the drummer wasn’t going to give up that easily. Still unable to sleep the next night, he lay and waited for Murdoc to start up again, and like clockwork, the banging began. This time, Russel was quiet about it, leaning down to peek through the window and hopefully catch the other in the act. He looked through the glass, willing his eyes to adjust and see whatever was going on.

Like the night before it was completely dark, but that didn’t stop the drummer. He was patient, waiting until his eyes adjusted enough to be able to see into the room. Inside he could see the piles of trash and other junk that was omnipresent in any space Murdoc stayed in for long. In the far corner, there was a bed covered in lumpy sheets. As Russel watched, the sheets shifted violently, a green arm coming into view for a brief second.

He was about to look away, almost certain he was about to see something he really didn’t want to when he heard a muffled, shout that sounded far from sexual. Suddenly, Murdoc sat up, his arms flailing and bumping into the walls, making a familiar banging noise. Had Murdoc been having nightmares this whole time?

“Sweet Satan!” the bassist screamed upon noticing Russel lurking outside of his window. Russel winced--he really should have seen that coming--and opened the window with one massive finger.

“Uh, hey Muds,” he said, a bit embarrassed to have been caught. “Sorry I scared ya.”

Murdoc had the covers draw up over his chest, eyes wide. He wasn’t even trying to play it cool, Russel had scared him silly. “W-w-what the fuck are y-you doin’ at m-m-my window!?”

“You were thumpin’ around again so I decided to check up on you.” Really he’d wanted to catch the bassist in the act and tell him off, but now that he knew why Murdoc was making so much noise…

“Are you OK man?” Russel asked, watching Murdoc try to quell the shakiness of his limbs. The drummer couldn’t help but feel a little bit worried. Murdoc might have been horrible and rude, but he was still Russel’s friend.

“I’d be a lot be-better without you starin’ i-in my sodding w-window!” The bassist said through chattering teeth. Russel wondered if he should push, or if he should knock on 2D or Noodles window and let them know. But then Murdoc was swinging his legs out of bed and walking towards the window, fist raised and lips drawn back in a snarl. He banged the window shut and drew the curtains with such force one of them ripped off the rod.

Russel didn’t waste time staring at the swaying fabric; if Murdoc wanted to be an asshole, then fine. He huffed and lay back on the roof, staring up at the stars. It wasn’t really his place to be getting into the bassist’s business anyway. Murdoc had made it clear what he thought about the rest of the band.

It was over. He’d made it through the fire to the other side, and he was exhausted. Murdoc had managed to get home to the Spirit House, apologize to the band, and make it safely to his room before breaking down. Finally alone, he crumpled to his knees, ugly but silent sobs bursting from his chest.

Despite the things he’d said online, prison had been absolute hell. He honestly hadn’t thought that he’d make it out alive--and almost didn’t, after his stupid stunt. It might have been worth it to tell the others, to let them know, but every time he tried, he couldn’t get the words out. He’d been close when they’d greeted him with hugs and kind words, so so close. But at the last minute he’d choked up; how do you tell your family about the things that had happened? Story of his life.

But he didn’t want to think of that now. All the awful things he’d done in the past, or had done to him were always in the back of his mind and it was so easy for them to come bubbling out when he was already upset. It was nearly impossible to stop the tears now, and it was getting harder to stay quiet. Shakily, he shoved a knuckle between his teeth, biting down.

He didn’t want to do this anymore, he couldn’t do this, he couldn--

Of course, just as he felt himself shaking apart, there was a quiet knocking at the door. The bassist went stock-still as 2D’s twangy voice filtered in through the wood.

“You in there Murdoc?” he didn’t answer, but the singer didn’t seem put off. “I saw you come up here and I wanted to make sure you were alrigh’.”

Murdoc gasped in an effort to quell his crying and find his voice. Unfortunately, 2D had never been the most curtious person when it came to personal space, and the doorknob was already turning, revealing the singer staring down at Murdoc’s pathetic form.

“Oh uh, what happened?” he asked dumbly. If Murdoc hadn’t been in such a state he would have said something nasty, but as he was all that came out was a choked whine. “Are you hurt?”

He shook his head, finger still jammed between his fangs and dripping blood. 2D finally caught sight of it after the blood began to dribble down the bassist's hand. Immediately, he shot forward, gently pulling the skin away from Murdoc’s grasp and sitting beside him. “Jeeze Muds, don’t hurt yourself.”

Now he had the smaller man’s hand in his, and Stu began running his thumb in comforting circles. “What the matter Murdoc?”

“I-I-I--” He was shaking so bad it nearly looked like convulsions. 2D’s eyes went wide, then softened as he leaned in to slowly wrap an arm around the bassist. It made Murdoc realize how long it’d been since someone actually hugged him.

“Take your time mate, it’s alrigh’,” 2D assured him. Murdoc nodded, though he felt like a complete idiot the entire time. When did he get so soft?

Eventually, he got the shaking under control, mostly thanks to the pressure of Stu’s arm around his shoulders. If he’d been on his own it could have taken hours to calm down, and not without a good bit of alcohol. But 2D was there and warm and familiar in a way Murdoc desperately needed right now, so he let himself be weak just this once.

“Feelin’ better?” the singer asked, giving Murdoc space to shift and get comfortable. Again, he nodded, opening his mouth and taking a deep breath.

“Not really, no.” His voice was wrecked and gruff. “I feel like a total prat.”

“Uh, why?” 2D asked, cocking his head to the side. Murdoc wanted to punch him, but he was afraid he didn’t have the strength to really lift his fist. Instead, he weakly gestured to himself with a sigh.

“Jus’ all of this, s’not d-dignified.” He sniffed and rubbed at how eyes until he saw stars. “Why’d you bother knockin’ if you were jus’ gonna barge in here?”

2D chuckled nervously and shrugged. “I had a gut feelin’ you weren’t doin’ alrigh’ when I saw you downstairs. And then I came up here and your door was locked…” He angled his body toward the bassist, making it clear that the older man wasn’t getting out of this conversation without a fight. “You don’t have to deal with this stuff alone, Muds.”

Murdoc laughed wetly with a grimace. “Y-yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before. Spare me the--”

“I’m serious!” 2D interrupted. “Murdoc we’ve known each other a lot of years. And we have a lot of history. But we’re still family, and I don’t like t’see you hurtin’. I care about you, you old sod.”

The truthful tone made Murdoc squirm a little. He’d never been very comfortable sharing his emotions with others, but he really was at the end of his rope. Taking another steadying breath to stave off the tightening in his chest, he looked up at 2D.

“I-I-I don’t know how.”

Stu smiled a little, probably glad Murdoc wasn’t screaming in his face. “You could start by tellin’ me what’s got you so worked up, and then we could go back downstairs and watch a movie with Russel and Noodle.”

He could feel the exhaustion in his limbs and behind his eyes. “I-I don’t think-- I’m tired, D.”

“Maybe you should get some rest then, and we can talk tomorrow?” That sounded incredible.

“Y-yeah, that’d be good,” he agreed. 2D got to his feet and held out a hand to the bassist, crouching down a little because of his height. Murdoc thought about getting up on his own, something about the way the singer kept trying to help him made his stomach churn. But he was also so tired, and he didn’t want to keep pretending to be something he wasn’t, so he took Stu’s hand and let himself be pulled up. It felt like making progress, in a weird way.

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Blink’s side pt. 1

Blink was always so careful.

When he was little, he was careful around his father’s anger and swinging fists. As he got older, he was careful around anyone he thought might be a threat, from other kids on the street to street vendors from whom he was swiping just enough food to survive.

Blink became a newsie after he ran away from home, and even though he trusted his friends as though they were family, he was still careful.

Blink was always careful. So how did he get caught?

He still didn’t know the answer even as he sat in Snyder’s office, a place he was all too familiar with from other times he wasn’t careful enough, watching the man scribble notes of his ‘criminal charges’ in a book.

“Trespassing, aiding and abetting, loitering...” Snyder set the pen down with a smile. “Quite the list there, Louis.”

“Don’t call me that,” Blink spat. “Ugly fucker like you don’t get to-”

Snyder had always moved faster than a man of his age probably should have been able to, and suddenly Blink was reeling from a hard smack to his face. After a few moments, he managed to get his bearings and sit upright again, but he could feel an uncomfortable warmth on his face. Though he couldn’t reach up and touch it with his hands cuffed behind his back, he knew he was bleeding. He had caught the sharp end of Snyder’s ring before.

“That’s a common problem with you newsboys, isn’t it? Showing respect to your elders,” Snyder said. “Even the new one. And his little rat of a brother.”

Blink knew Snyder was talking about Davey and Les, but he held his tongue despite how desperately he wanted to defend his new friends. The kids he hadn’t even talked to that much before the strike but felt he knew them well because of the stories Sarah would tell as they walked to the Refuge nearly every night-

Oh, no. Sarah might try to come alone (Blink had made Boots promise ages ago that he wouldn’t go anywhere near the Refuge again after he brought Katherine that one night), and something could happen, and if she got arrested, too, there was no telling what Snyder would do.

Maybe it was because of his startling realization and the panic that accompanied it, or maybe it was just because of his fiery temper and unwillingness to think things through, but suddenly Blink was talking again.

“Maybe we would show more respect if you earned it good and proper, ‘stead of beatin’ kids senseless just ‘cause you’re a spineless coward who takes his anger out on people smaller ‘an you ‘cause you know they can’t fight back-”

The fist to Blink’s face was unsurprising and certainly not appreciated, but Blink knew that he had dug his own grave the moment he decided to sneak back to the Refuge despite the fact the sun was coming up soon and he would no longer have the cover of night. So he kept talking through a newly-split lip.

“What, you just provin’ me right?”

Snyder’s next blow was the hardest; the man had evidently decided not to hold back anymore, or maybe Blink had managed to piss him off just enough to cloud his already shaky judgement.

Soon, Blink stopped talking. There was too much blood in his mouth.

Then Snyder grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the concrete floor, and Blink stopped thinking for a while, too.

---

Unconsciousness was bliss, free from pain and fear and the worry Blink had felt in the pit of his stomach since the rally, and it was over far too quickly for his liking.

He groaned and curled in on himself, realizing belatedly that he was now lying on a mattress, not the floor of Snyder’s office, and that his feet had brushed up against something that shifted when he touched it. The movement was accompanied by a voice, soft and practically dripping with concern.

“Blink?” It was Mush. Of course it was Mush. No one besides him and Crutchie could bring that sense of care into their voices, and Crutchie was...

“Mush.” Blink was startled at how hard it was to even say the one word, but he supposed it was because of the bruises he could feel forming on his throat from Snyder’s rough hands.

“You’re a dumbass,” Mush said. Even with the harsh words, the care still remained. “You got caught. I told’ja you couldn’t keep sneakin’ up here. They was bound to see you sooner or later-”

“Least it was later,” Blink joked.

“Yeah, whatever.” There was another shift, as though Mush was leaning closer. “Blink, can you open your eye for me? Your, uh, your patch is gone, and I don’t gotta see your bad eye even though I probably should ‘cause the place around it’s all swollen and such, but, uh, I gotta look at your good eye to see if it looks funny. Specs told me about concussions, but he’s sleepin’ now, and I don’t wanna wake ‘im. I think I can see if you got one, though.”

“You always talked too much, y’know that?” Blink grumbled, though the insult held no malice. Everyone knew that Mush’s tendency to ramble was just part of his charm. “My head’s poundin’ somethin’ wild. Just gimme a second.”

His eyelids felt unbelievably heavy, and Blink thought Mush could be onto something with what he said about Blink’s bad eye because he found he couldn’t open it at all, but finally Blink managed to force his good eye open just a little-

-and saw nothing.

“What the fuck,” he whispered. He closed his eye and reopened it, but everything was still as black as though he had never opened it at all, like all the light had been sucked from the room and they were all sitting in a void.

Except Blink was the only one in the dark.

He screamed.

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AFTER SO LONG I FINALLY FINISHED UP WHAT I NEEDED TO DO FOR MY TAZ AMNESTY MOODBOARDS AND PLAYLIST! 
To be honest I had everything done except I just got lazy with uploading lmao. Now wait as I take forever to finish my TAZ Dust playlist! (Moodboards are done though)
As always here’s the link to the playlist and under the cut is the tracklist with 9 songs for each member of the trio and 5 songs each for Barclay, Mama, and Dani (Danny?) as well as a lyric to each song that I felt fit each character in some way!
Tracklist is written in order of the moodboards above so it should go: Aubrey, Duck, Ned, Barclay, Mama, and Dani (Danny?)

Please enjoy!

Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDQk0bABGzY7uCZPnDYY5tBYBvGGtcbty

Aubrey:
She’s A Rebel by Green Day
- She’s a rebel
She’s a saint
She’s the salt of the earth
And she’s dangerous
She’s a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
From Chicago to Toronto
She’s the one that they
Call old ‘whatsername’
She’s the symbol
Of resistance
And she’s holding on my heart
Like a hand grenade
Is she dreaming
what I’m thinking?
Is she the mother of all bombs?
Gonna detonate

Youngblood by Green Day
- I want to hold you like a gun
We’ll shoot the moon into the sun
Alright, alright
Are you stranded, like I’m stranded?
Do you want to watch the world fall to pieces?
Are you broken, like I’m broken?
Are you restless she said: “fuck you, I’m from Oakland!”
She’s my little youngblood
(Youngblood)
Punch-drunken youngblood

Make Me Feel by Janelle Monaé
- It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender
An emotional, sexual bender
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better
There’s nothin’ better
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
You know I love it, so please don’t stop it
You got me right here in your jean pocket (right now)
Laying your body on a shag carpet (oh)
You know I love it so please don’t stop it

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy
- Strike a match and I’ll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
Here, here comes this rising tide so come on
Put on your war paint
Cross walks and crossed hearts and hope to die
Seal the clouds with grey lining
So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you’re waiting for the song to start
So dance along to the beat of your heart
Hey Youngblood doesn’t it feel like our time is running out
I’m going to change you like a remix
Then I’ll raise you like a phoenix
Wearing all vintage misery
No I think it looked a little better on me

Young and Menance by Fall Out Boy
- Woke up on the wrong side of reality
And there’s a madness that’s just coursing right through me
And as far as the time, far as the time
Not sure I’m there yet but I’m certain I’ve arrived
Oops I, did it again, I
Forgot what I was losing my mind about
I only wrote this down to make you press rewind
And send a message, “I was young and a menace”

Cherry Bomb by The Runaways
- Stone age love and strange sounds too.
Come on, baby, let me get to you.
Bad nights causing teenage blues.
Get down ladies, you’ve got nothin’ to lose.
Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.
I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Hello world! I’m your wild girl.
I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!

Caffiene by Jeff Williams (Feat. Casey Lee Williams and Lamar Hall)
- I’m a cheetah on the plains, I’m a highway star
A supersonic princess in a million dollar car
Blood on fire pumping through my veins
Weaving in and out while I’m bolting through the lanes
I’m hyperdrive, overdrive, hit the gas at fifty-five
Break neck, trainwreck, in my presence genuflect
Track-roundin’, speed-a-soundin’, electrifyin’, pulse-poundin’
Heart-pumpin’, brain-thumpin’, watch me get the party jumpin’
Caffeine
I’m Caffeine (Caffeine)
Caffeine
I’m Caffeine (Caffeine)
I’m a bad dream
I’m a rad scene
I’m a tad mean
But I’m not afraid to take you out (afraid to take you out)

I Burn by Jeff Williams (Feat. Casey Lee Williams and Lamar Hall)
- You’re standing too close to a flame that’s burning Hotter than the sun in the middle of July
Sending out your army, but you still can’t win Listen up, silly boy, ‘cuz I’m gonna tell you why
I burn! Can’t hold me now You got nothing that can stop me
I burn! Swing all you want Like a fever, I will take you down!

Take Your Time (Do It Right) by S.O.S. Band
- You know you ought to slow down
You been working too hard and that’s a fact
Sit back and relax a while
Take some time to laugh and smile
Lay your heavy load down
So we can stop and kick back
It seems we never take the time to do
All the things we want to, yeah
Now, baby we can do it
Take the time, do it right
We can do it, baby
Do it tonight 
Duck:
Wake Me Up by Avicci
- I tried carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two hands
Hope I get the chance to travel the world
But I don’t have any plans
Wish that I could stay forever this young
Not afraid to close my eyes
Life’s a game made for everyone
And love is a prize
So wake me up when it’s all over
When I’m wiser and I’m older
All this time I was finding myself, and I
Didn’t know I was lost

The Moss by Cosmo Sheldrake
- But have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moon?
Or the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoon
Or she, who leapt up mountains, while whistling up a tune
And swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broom
Well, we can all learn things, both many and a-few
From that old hunched-up woman who lived inside a shoe
Or the girl that sang by day and by night she ate tear soup
Or the man who drank too much and he got the brewers’ droop
Legend has it that the moss grows on
The north side of the trees
Well, legend has it that when the rain comes down
All the worms come up to breathe
Well, legend has it when the sunbeams come
All the plants, they eat them with their leaves
Well, legend has it that the world spins round
On an axis of 23 degrees

Alien Days by MGMT
- Must’ve skipped the ship and joined the team
For a ride
A couple hours to learn the controls
And commandeer both my eyes
Hey!
Be quick dear, times are uncertain
One month crawling, next year blurring
Decades in the drain
Monograms on the brain
Decide what’s working and what’s moved on
To the last phase
The floodgate alien days
I love those alien days
Mmm… the alien days
When the peels are down, it feels like traveling in style
You don’t need wings to hover forty ton stones for a mile
And in the summer, virgin visions
Mindless humming
Numbers can’t decide if the day’s supposed to smile
Today find infinite ways it could be
Plenty worse
It’s a blessing but it’s also a curse
Those days taught me everything I know
How to catch a feeling
And when to let it go
How all the scheming, soulless creatures
Can’t find dreamer’s honey in the hive
If it’s right beneath the nose

Lake Shore Drive by Aliotta Haynes
- And there ain’t no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slippin’ on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound
And it starts up north from Hollywood, water on the driving side
Concrete mountains rearing up, throwing shadows just about five
Sometimes you can smell the green if your mind is feeling fine
There ain’t no finer place to be, than running Lake Shore Drive
And there’s no peace of mind, or place you see, than riding on Lake Shore Drive

Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd
- If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see
But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn’t be the same
Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you can not change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And this bird you can not change
And this bird you can not change
Lord knows, I can’t change

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye (Feat. Tammi Terrell)
- Listen baby, ain’t no mountain high
Ain’t no valley low, ain’t no river wide enough baby
If you need me call me no matter where you are
No matter how far don’t worry baby
Just call my name I’ll be there in a hurry
You don’t have to worry
'Cause baby there ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe
Remember the day I set you free
I told you you could always count on me darling
From that day on, I made a vow
I’ll be there when you want me
Some way, some how
'Cause baby there ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe

Believer by Imagine Dragons
- I was choking in the crowd
Building my rain up in the cloud
Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
'Til it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you built me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Fallout by Catfish And The Bottlemen
- So I spent my yesterday
Ducking your calls
And in fear that things would change
So I tidied up my place
'Cause you always told me
It got me thinking straight
Oh, but no, you still had to call
Oh, but no, you still had to come
But we just always
Seem to just fallout
When I’m most in need of it
And you just always
Seem to just call out
When I’m up for leaving it
You see now
I’m sorry if I drove, your matches to my clothes
But you know how I can get sometimes

Save Rock ‘n’ Roll by Fall Out Boy (Feat. Elton John)
- Whoa
How’d it get to be only me?
Like I’m the last damn kid still kicking
That still believes
I will defend the faith
Going down swinging
I will save the songs
That we can’t stop singing
No, No
Wherever I go, go
Trouble seems to follow
I only plugged in to save rock and roll, rock and roll
No, No
Wherever I go, go
Trouble seems to follow
I only plugged in to save rock and roll 
Ned:
Trouble Comes A Knocking by Timber Timbre
- I want your money
But your money ain’t right
So I’m packing it in
I stay at home every night
And, our place had cleared out
The bad luck had fallen
And no one came knocking
No one came calling
And when things got real bad
Oh, people got scared
Well I got worried
So we took what we could get
And all you fair-weather watchers
Watch out and beware
When your trouble comes knocking
I hope you ain’t there

Troublemaker by Weezer
- I’m such a mystery as anyone can see
There isn’t anybody else exactly quite like me
And when it’s party time, like 1999
I’ll party by myself because I’m such a special guy
I’m a troublemaker, never been a faker
Doing things my own way and never giving up
I’m a troublemaker, not a double-taker
I don’t have the patience to keep it on the up

Movin’ Out by Billy Joel
- Sergeant O'Leary is walkin’ the beat
At night he becomes a bartender
He works at Mister Cacciatore’s down
On Sullivan Street
Across from the medical center
He’s tradin’ in his Chevy for a Cadillac
You oughta know by now
And if he can’t drive
With a broken back
At least he can polish the fenders
It seems such a waste of time
If that’s what it’s all about
Mama if that’s movin’ up
Then I’m movin’ out
I’m movin’ out
You should never argue with a crazy mind (mmm)
You oughta know by now
You can pay Uncle Sam with the overtime
Is that all you get for your money
If that’s what you have in mind
If that’s what you’re all about
Good luck movin’ up
'Cause I’m moving out

I Fought The Law by The Clash
- I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I lost my girl and I lost my fun
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
She’s the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won

Should I Stay (Or Should I Go) by The Clash
- This indecision’s bugging me (esta indecision me molesta)
If you don’t want me, set me free (si no me quieres, librame)
Exactly whom I’m supposed to be (digame que tengo ser)
Don’t you know which clothes even fit me? (no sabes que ropas me queda)
Come on and let me know (me tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow? (me debo ir o quedarme)
Split
Should I stay or should I go now? (yo me enfrio o lo soplo)
Should I stay or should I go now? (yo me enfrio o lo soplo)
If I go there will be trouble (si me voy va a haber peligro)
And if I stay it will be double (si me quedo sera el doble)
So ya gotta let me know (me tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow? (me debo ir o quedarme)
Should I stay or should I go now? (tengo frío por los ojos)
If I go there will be touble (tengo frio por los ojos)
And if I stay it wil be double

Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man
- Got another mouth to feed
Leave her with a baby sitter, mama, call the grave digger
Gone with the fallen leaves
Am I coming out of left field?
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might’ve had your fill, but you feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
We could fight a war for peace
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now)
Give in to that easy living
Goodbye to my hopes and dreams
Stop flipping for my enemies
We could wait until the walls come down
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now)
It’s time to give a little to the
Kids in the middle, but oh 'til it falls
Won’t bother me

Highway To Hell by AC/DC
- Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don’t need reason, don’t need rhyme
Ain’t nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I’m on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I’m on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody’s gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody’s gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, paid my dues

Gold On The Ceiling by The Black Keys
- Clouds covered love’s
Barb-wired snare
Strung up, strung out
I just can’t go without
I could never drown in
They wanna get my
They wanna get my
Gold on the ceiling
I ain’t blind
Just a matter of time
Before you steal it
It’s alright
Ain’t no guard in my house

The Ballad of Bull Ramos by The Mountain Goats
- Drive a great big truck When I’m old, when I’m old Haul the wrecks down to the wreck yard Help the boys unload
Keep my hair nice and long Because I can, because I can
Any of my old friends who have no place to turn to They know to call me any time they come through
Never die, never die
Stand with a bullwhip in my hand
And rise, rise
In the desert sand

Barclay:
The Chain by Fleetwood Mac
- Listen to the wind blow down comes the night
Running in the shadows damn your love, damn your lies
Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light
And if, you don’t love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain (Never break the chain)

Float On by Modest Mouse
- I backed my car into a cop car the other day
Well, he just drove off - sometimes life’s okay
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, ah what did I say?
Well, you just laughed it off and it was all okay
And we’ll all float on okay
And we’ll all float on okay
And we’ll all float on okay
And we’ll all float on anyway, well
A fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam
It was worth it just to learn some sleight of hand
Bad news comes, don’t you worry even when it lands
Good news will work it way to all them plans
We both got fired on, exactly, the same day
Well, we’ll float on, good news is on the way

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra
- Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration, mister blue sky’s up there waitin’
And today is the day we’ve waited for
Oh mister blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long (so long)
Where did we go wrong?
Hey there mister blue
We’re so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Everybody smiles at you

Come A Little Bit Closer by Jay and The Americans
- Then I heard the guitar player say
“Vamos, Jose’s on his way”
Then I knew, yes I knew I should run
But then I heard her say, yeah
“Come a little bit closer
You’re my kind of man
So big and so strong
Come a little bit closer
I’m all alone and the night is so long”
Then the music stopped
When I looked the cafe was empty
Then I heard Jose say
“Man, you know you’re in trouble plenty”
So I dropped my drink from my hand
And out through the window I ran
And as I rode away
I could hear her say to Jose, yeah
“Come a little bit closer
You’re my kind of man
So big and so strong
Come a little bit closer
I’m all alone and the night is so long”

Black Water by Timber Timbre
- You’ve fallen barefoot past the treeline
Peeping boned-eyed, birches sway
And a thousand whitefish floating belly up
In the spirit that I crave
And we threw ourselves right into it
Where lay the bodies had been claimed
We dove a third, a fourth, a fifth
Banned to the spirit that I crave
All I need is some sunshine
All I need
All I need is some sunshine
All I need
I found empathy from madness
Deliverance from malaise
My heart is filled with gladness
And you’re the only spirit that I crave
All I need is some sunshine
All I need
All I need is some sunshine
All I need
Black Water (pull me down)
Black Water (pull me down)

Mama:
Come to Mama by Lady Gaga
- Dude in a lab coat and a man of God
(Come onto mama, come on, mama)
Fought over prisms and a forty-day flood
(Come onto mama, come on, mama)
Well, I say rainbows did more than they’ve ever done
So why do we gotta fight over ideas?
We’re talkin’ the same old shit after all of these years
Come to mama
Tell me who hurt ya
There’s gonna be no future
If we don’t figure this out
Oh, come tomorrow
Who are you gonna follow?
There’s gonna be no future
If we don’t figure this out
Psychic guru catches minnows in the harbor
(Come onto mama, come on, mama)
Everyone tells him he should work a little harder (hey man get to work, catch up)
(Come onto mama, come on, mama)
They all tell you that freedom must be bought
But, baby, he’s already caught them
So why do we gotta tell each other how to live?
The only prisons that exist are ones we put each other in

Similau by Peggy Lee
- Spirit in the wood beat the hollow cane
Spirit in the wood take away the pain
Make the body ripe and alive again
I Similau (I Similau, I Similau)
Spirit in the heart make the blood flow fast
Spirit in the heart make the beauty last
Keep the hope alive when the youth go past
I Similau (I Similau, I Similau)
When my lover comes upon the scene
Drop a petal from the tree
Fling the mountain up into the sky
Fill the river with the sea
Spirit in the wood let the hollow cane
Echo in the afterglow
Waiting for the flame to burn again
I Similau (I Similau I Similau)

On Your Way by Alabama Shakes
- On your way to God,
Did you think of me?
On your way to heaven,
Did you say “I’ll see you again”?
It wasn’t me, why wasn’t it me?
On your way to to the promised land, did you say
“Oh, she was such a friend”?
Then they took you higher and
I don’t know if I can follow…
It wasn’t me, why wasn’t it me?
On your way, I said to the air,
I don’t know if I am strong.
So I climbed to the mountain
And I don’t know what I did wrong
And it was just me, just little ole me…

Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand
- So if you’re lonely
You know I’m here waiting for you
I’m just a cross hair
I’m just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered, I lie
I’m just a cross hair
I’m just a shot, then we can die
I know I won’t be leaving here with you
I say don’t you know
You say you don’t know
I say, take me out!
I say you don’t show
Don’t move, tide is low
I say, take me out!
I say you don’t know
You say you don’t know
I say, take me out!
If I move this could die
Eyes move this can die
I want you to take me out
I know I won’t be leaving here (with you)
I know I won’t be leaving here

Jackie and Wilson by Hozier
- She blows out of nowhere, roman candle of the wild
Laughing away through my feeble disguise
No other version of me I would rather to be tonight
Lord she found me just in time
'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done
I need to be youthfully felt, 'cause God I never felt young
She’s gonna save me call me baby run her hands through my hair
She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily, but yet she wouldn’t care
We’ll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride round pickin’ up clues
We’ll name our children Jackie and Wilson, 'raise em on rhythm and blues

Dani (Danny?):
Dance Apocolyptic by Janelle Monaé
- You’re going crazy, the hitmen always finds you
Do that dance, smoking in the girls room
Kissin’ French, it’s over like a comic book
Exploding in a bathroom stall (AH!)
She’s so freaked out, worrying about the bomb threat
You bought a house, but I’m allergic to the house pets
Credit cards
They bought a new wife for shiny little lonely men
But I really, really want to thank you for dancing 'til the end
You found a way to break out
You’re not afraid to break out
But I need to know if the world says it’s time to go Tell me, will you freak out? Smash, smash, bang, bang Don’t stop Chalang-alang-alang
But I need to know if the world says its time to go
Tell me, will you break out?
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don’t stop, chalangalangalang
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don’t stop, chalang-alang-alang)

Stand By Me by Ben E. King (Florence + The Machine cover)
- If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won’t cry, I won’t cry
No I won’t shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
Whenever you’re in trouble won’t you stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Bmblb by Jeff Williams (Feat. Casey Lee Williams)
- We’ll sit for a while
As I drink in your smile
It feels like a dream that’s come true
My head starts to buzz
And my heart fills with love over you
Baby can’t you see?
You could be with me
We could live inside a garden of ecstasy
You could be my queen
I could be your dream
Life’s like a fantasy
Maybe set me free
Let me be your bumblebee
Now the flowers are in bloom
And you’ve chased away my darkness and gloom
When the wind blows through the trees
And your voice is like a song in the breeze
My doubts disappear every time that you’re near
Clouds seem to run from the sky
The thought of your kiss sends my soul into bliss
I get high

Take Me To Church by Hozier (Neon Jungle Cover)
- If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Angel of The Morning by Juice Newton
- Maybe the sun’s light will be dim
And it won’t matter anyhow
If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned
It was what I wanted now
And if we’re victims of the night
I won’t be blinded by the light
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Then slowly turn away
I won’t beg you to stay with me
Through the tears of the day, of the years
Baby, baby, baby

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 8

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7  Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2415

Warnings: Language, Fluff

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

So there’ll be a slight change in the Uploading plans, originally I wanted to update daily, but with my college and work it might not be possible on some days, but there will be new ones the following day, As always enjoy ! :) 

Reader POV

Well this isn’t how I thought today was gonna go at all, I hadn’t planned on running and hiding from a pair of idiots with a younger girl all because someone might have said one of the boys laughs like a possessed school girl. Disapproving glances were sent our way by the nurses, not like I’d let somethin’ like that stop the fun, the sound of Becca’s laughing and the boys yelling after us only made me run faster.

“Y/N! GET BACK HERE AND APOLOGISE! MY LAUGH IS AS MANLY AS A LOIN WEARING A LEATHER JACKET AND YA KNOW IT!” Okay what kind of example is that?! “Never Barnes! There’s nothin’ wrong with sounding like a chipmunk on laughing gas! Some girls find it adorable when boys wheeze like an old man!” I felt Becca’s hand slip outta mine, glancing behind me to see her rolling on the floor laughing, Steve was in the exact same state a couple of feet behind her as Bucky looked at both in disbelief.

I couldn’t help myself, a few giggles escaped my mouth at the sight of Bucky’s face, which in turn signed my death sentence when he turned around a glared at me, his eyes narrowing as he started taking a couple of steps towards me. Okay now is not the time to laugh at the poor lad, MOVE YA ASS Y/N! THE BOY IS PISSED I REPEAT THE BOY IS PISSED! I think my natural instincts kicked in, one minute I was frozen on the spot and the next I was half way up the hallway runnin’ for my bloody life. Our footsteps thundered up the corridor, a small scream left my throat when I turned around and realised how close the bugger was, my heart was pumping from both the exercise and excitement as a small laugh left my body.

Out of habit my eyes started searching for the nearest exit, a mischievous smirk spreading across my face as an idea popped into my head, at the last second o turned and dove behind some chairs, leaving the idiot to full on crash into the wall in front of me. Bucky’s eyes widened as soon as he realised what I’d done, thankfully he managed to cover his face before hitting the wall and crashing to the ground. Groans filled the air as I fell to my ass, not being able to support myself from all the laughing going on.

“Okay…as far as I’m concerned no-one saw that, oh Jesus Christ my head is poundin, y/n give me a hand please?” now I felt a tiny bit guilty as I looked down on the poor lad, a slight bruise was formin’ on his forehead. “Yeah sure Buck, no-one except from the staff and people saw you completely each shit, come here ya big lug” his hand grasped mine in a firm grip as I hauled his ass of the floor, once he was completely up right I brushed the hair outta the way of the bruise.  Completely missing the shiver from him when my fingers made contact with his skin, gently I pressed my fingers on his forehead and tried to find the area that might have been hurting him the most. I must have found it, cause Buck let out a small hiss of pain, I quietly apologised giving the bruise one more check before pulling away, his intense gaze fell on my face and I quickly looked away attempting to hide my blush. Dude seriously? Why am I acting like an actual girl?! OH GOD I MUST BE DYING!

“Aren’t ya gonna kiss it better for me Doll?”. This cocky motherf**ker. I turned towards Satan himself with narrowed eyes, and of course he was stood there with a shit-eating grin plastered on him stupid face. “You’d need a miracle for that to happen Barnes” and que the swapping of expressions in 3,2, 1… I raised my eyebrows at him, a smirk on my face as I slowly walked away from him, my eyes trained on his as he began to follow me. Again. “Well if you ask me, it’s only fair considering ya lead me straight into that wall, plus my pride is still wounded from your earlier comment doll.” I rolled my eyes as I turned away from him, though I’m pretty sure he saw the small smile on my face, his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his side, “Even if I wanted to Barnes, I’d need a bloody stepladder to reach your giant head” I swear down if I carry on smirking this much my mouths gonna get stuck like this and I’ll end up looking like a deranged pigeon.

Biting his lip to stop himself from laughin’, Buck started to shake his head as an amused smile spread across his face as he turned to me, somethin’ in his eyes screamed mischief as I cautiously started backing off from him. Well it was more like attempting to back away from him, but my stupid ass forgot he had his arm around me and Buck kindly reminded me by pulling me back to him, “I might be able to help in the height department doll face”. Quickly he wrapped his other arm around the other side of my waist and the next thing I knew I was flying…I’m kidding the bugger decided to pick me up! “Barnes, I swear to god if you don’t put me back on the ground in the next 5 seconds I will kill you! and quit man handling me goddamn it!” naturally the pillock laughs and moves me up higher whilst walking towards the exit.

“Not till ya give me a kiss doll, it takes a lot for a mans pride to recover and you sure did a number on mine, I think half of it’s still spattered on the wall back there” this boy is almost as impossible as me!  “What’s the chances of you not putting me down till I do ?” I think my eyebrows have reached my hairline at this point, “Hmm…Slim to nothin’ , you ain’t getting outta this doll”. For once I didn’t disagree with him, rolling my eyes at him I gently pushed the hair away from his forehead and placed a small but quick kiss on the bruise before pulling back, my gaze was met with a very unimpressed Bucky. “What? I did it didn’t I? why ya sulking Barney boy?” I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop a laugh coming out, Buck’s face contorted into one of horror at the nickname and a slight shiver passed through his body, in short, he looked like he was gonna throw up. “First off never call me that again! And secondly that wasn’t a proper kiss doll, that was a peck on the head at best.” I shot him an exasperated look, only to be greeted with a triumphant smile, shaking my head I leant in again and pressed my lips to the centre of his forehead, gently cradling his head with one hand as the other rested on his cheek.

3Rd person POV

The young couple were oblivious to the audience they’d gained, the rest of Bucky’s family looked on at the scene from the hospital doors, Mr and Mrs Barnes huddled together, a warm and gentle smile on their faces as they watched. Steve hurriedly grabbed Becca into his arms and covered her eyes from the sight, the little girl protested against this but gave up after a minute to stand in her silent confusion, the older boys face held a grin so wide people would have thought he’d just won the lottery.

The illusion was slowly coming to a close, slowly the older girl pulled away from the brown-haired boy, choosing to rest her forehead against his, both had small smiles on their faces as they gazed each other in the eyes, neither of them broke eye contact as the boy slowly lowered her to the ground again.

Readers POV

Almost reluctantly, Bucky removed his arms from around my waist, I’d already started to miss the feelin’ of his touch. Approaching footsteps broke our eye contact, Mr and Mrs Barnes were heading over to the two of us with Steve and Becca behind them, Steve must of done somethin’ to annoy her cause Becca was glaring at him from the side.

“Come on then Sweetheart, think it’s about time we got back home. Boys! What have I told you about messin’ around at the side of the road?!” well that was short conversation. The feeling of a small hand grabbin’ mine distracted me from the absolute bollocking Steve and Bucky were getting, Becca’s bright eyes met mine as she smiled at me, it’s honestly impossible not to smile at this girl. “Mama said that when we get home we can make cupcakes! Are you gonna help us as well y/n? I promise it’ll be fun!” I know I’ve mentioned that she’s adorable, but dear god she is so cute! I could feel my eyes crinkle as I smiled back at her “Of course I will Sweetie! Oh, how about we ask your mama if we can make them pink?!” Her already bright eyes lit up even more, I have no idea how that was possible, “Yeah! I’ll go ask her now!” with a sweet smile Becca ran over to Mrs Barnes as she jumped up and down excitedly, telling her our plan.

-Time Skip

Everything I owned was in one small box, despite me telling both the boys and Mr Barnes that I could go and get my stuff myself, the insisted that I stay at the house while they went and fetched it with the excuse of “It’s in a really bad area y/n , it’s way too dangerous for you at this time of night”. Don’t get me wrong I was very grateful, but they seemed to forget that I’d been livin’ there for a good couple of years and knew the best way to get around the neighbourhood, they were gone for a fair few hours and came back just as we started serving up dinner.

Afterwards Mrs Barnes sent us away for half an hour, so I took that time to go and unpack whatever I had left from my old life, I mean I knew for a fact it wasn’t much but most of the things I had left were things for self-defence and I didn’t wanna risk Becca seeing them. The only way to tell where’d I’d gone was the occasional creek of the floorboards underneath my feet as I closed to door to mine and Becca’s shared room, as soon as my body hit the bed the lid off the box was torn off.

Oh right, I forgot I had half of this crap… my hand reached for the small handgun carefully packed away in some tissue, the weight felt worryingly welcome in my palm as I turned it over, examining the fine details. Hang on a sec is someone coming upstairs…nope just my imagination, not the time to get distracted y/n! focus for god sake you’ve got half of the army’s Amory on your lap! My attention turned to the remaining items, each and everyone had been “gifted” to me by the gang for good work. A medium hunting knife engraved with my initials was next outta the box, followed by a swiss army knife and my brass knuckles, at some point I’d had to use all of them back at my old place, a shiver made it’s way down my spine as the memories came rushing back to me.

“Y/n? You in here?” oh flipping hell! “Yeah just give us a minute Steve! I’ll be out soon” I don’t know why I keep expecting these boys to listen to me anymore, clearly Steve didn’t listen to a bloody word I said and walked into the room, freezing when he saw all the weapons. “Y/n where did all these come from? And why do you need them?” his tone was deadly serious, wait what the hell? Didn’t he go with the rest to get my things?! , “Erm, Steve I thought you’d already seen them, didn’t you pack up some of my stuff?”. Both of us stared at each other for a few seconds, the pair of us confused by each other, “yeah I did, but Buck’s dad packed your stuff away while we looked around, that still doesn’t answer the question of what the hell you’re doing with all this stuff” ohh that makes sense.

He raised his eyebrows at my silence, moving from one foot to another as he waited for an answer, “ I’d use em for protection back at my old place, the people around there have no concept or wrong or right so it was the perfect place for me to lie low” you’d think that would be about as obvious as a punch in the face but apparently I was wrong. Immediately Steve’s posture changed, his eyes darkened as a frown appeared on his face, his eyes were clouded like he was lost in thought, “I’m sorry y/n, I hate that you had to go through that on your own for so long, I shouldn’t be making judgments on your actions, it’s just what you had to do to live right?” his eyes met mine, a sad understanding present in them as we held each other’s gaze.

“As much as I hate to admit it, that exactly what it was like Stevie, I should of told you and Bucky what you were fetching instead of leaving you in the dark” my feet dragged me over to the blonde boy, a sad smile was shared between us as we closed in for a hug, admittedly it was a tiny bit awkward considering I was a bit taller then the lad, but it was nice enough.

“Kids come back downstairs were about to make the cakes!” the sudden shout made us spring apart, causing us to bump heads with each other, “Bloody hell Rodgers what’s your head made out of?! Friggin’ rock ?!” leave it to me to ruin a moment… despite this, Steve shot me a playful glare followed by a quick shut up as he followed me out the room, the memories of my old life being forgotten and replaced with new ones.

As always, I’m open for requests and imagines, any feedback is welcome too :) Thanks for reading!

Rose xx

[thekillingquill]

Wolves of War

Characters: Scott McCall, Chris Argent, OC/Reader Warnings: Violence. Summary: A 17-year-old girl in a small rural town has no business being apart of any war, let alone one between humans and supernaturals. However, she doesn’t have the luxury of a choice when an Alpha comes recruiting. A/N: Blurb #2 for the January Challenge. I tried a new style. Sorry in advance if the style didn’t work out.

“Everyone knew that a dog backed into a corner bites. I’d just never actually considered that the dog could be me.” — Kristen Simmons

There is always something needin’ to be done on a ranch. PawPaw’s part, and the part of all the men in my family, was always the cattle and the fixin’ of whatever was broke down that day. MawMaw kept the house, the family, and the books in order and bred the dogs.

My contribution to the farm for as long as I could remember was workin’ with animals. The feedin’ and the groomin’ plus the trainin’. But the dogs and the chickens? Those were my responsibilities alone ever since I could walk, talk and carry a pail. Folks born into the Saracen family learnt about responsibilities early on in life. Ya do your part--ain’t no other way to be gettin’ by in a town as small as ours.

If it hadn’t been for the dang dogs I woulda never been outside that night, never woulda crossed paths with that red eyed monster, never woulda become a monster myself.

“The war is coming,” the monster said with the face of a man--and he had this look about him that I’d seen in critters caught in a trap: terror. Then I was the one whose face was fulla terror, because he wasn’t a man no more, he was all red eyes and sharp teeth--lungin’ for my shoulder.

When I woke up I was in the barn with straw and dirt stuck all over me, glued to my skin with sticky blood, but there weren’t no mark to be seen. I didn’t know yet that I was a monster--didn’t know how dangerous I could be.

Life was one big adrenaline rush: I was hearin’ better, seein’ further, movin’ faster and liftin’ heavier loads with no effort at all. It sounds good on paper, but there were bad things happenin’ to me, too. I broke door handles and scared the animals--the dogs growlin’ every time I came near the kennels, the horses shyin’ away.

And then there was the howlin’ at night. The call of that wild sonuvabitch who speaks of a war and a need for preparation--the monster, the man, the Alpha I can’t ignore. Every dang night callin’ me to the woods to meet with the pack--a ragtag group of misfits rangin’ in age from thirteen to thirty-eight. Puttin’ me through his trainin’ regime ‘cause we’re being’ hunted. Well, I wasn’t bein’ hunted before he bleedin’ bit me.

But now here I am, runnin’ for my gaw’dang life while gunfire echoes through the woods behind me. I can still see the arrow protrudin’ outta the red eyed monster’s chest. There was this beat of oppressive silence and then the twang of another loosed arrow, the poppin’ of gunfire and the sound of dirt and rocks kicked up by our feet--leaderless wolves on the run for our dang lives.

I didn’t realize where I was runnin’ to ‘til I was nearly there. A girl feels safest at home with her family, but I’d be leadin’ these hunters straight to ‘em. With my heart poundin’ I could barely hear anythin’ comin’ up behind me, but I knew they were there. I felt like if I could just get home, if I could just reach the barn, I could shake the hunters.

You could try fightin’ a little voice growls in the back of my mind. It sounds an awful lot like the monster. The monster who tried to fight and is more’n likely dead by now. How many of us have been taken down? Am I the last one runnin’ am I the last? Fight, flight or hide, them’s my only options.

Bark is blown off the tree in front of me, and I instinctively move myself lower to the ground, weavin’ and bobbin’ as much as I can to get outta range. I’m suddenly out in the open, in the field leadin’ to the ranch. I start sprintin’ full out toward the barn, hopin’ I can make it there faster than any bullet aimed my way. I don’t put much stock in hopin’ but maybe there’s somethin’ to it, because I make it to the barn without incident.

Maybe I’ll make it outta this thing alive--maybe my life don’t have to be based around this war. Maybe tomorrow things’ll be normal and I’ll do the feedin’ and the groomin’ and the trainin’ of the animals--we got a new batcha pups that need attendin’ to. I grip the sides of the ladder and launch myself up several steps, headin’ to the shadowy parts of the rafters above to wait this out.

The waitin’ feels like an eternity, and a minute, an icy winter and a swelterin’ summer all rolled up together in some sort of confusin’ paradox of time. How long ‘til it’s safe to crawl out of the shadows? I try focusin’ my senses, but new skills take their time to develop. Frankly I hadn’t been tryin’ too hard to learn, resentful as I am about the situation--somethin’ I find myself feelin’ regretful over.

I’m about to bite the bullet, so to speak, and crawl outta my hidin’ spot when the door to the barn is blown off it’s dang hinges! The smell of gunpowder wafts into the room moments before the weak beam of a flashlight at the end of a huntin’ rifle comes around the corner ahead’uv the man wearin’ dark clothes. He’s got these goggles on his head--possibly for night vision.

My chest tightens with fear when the beam passes over my hidin’ spot. I’m thankin’ my dumb luck when it passes over me and the man starts to exit. Except that he ain’t leavin’. Next thing I know somethin’ is hittin’ the hay beside me. It takes me a moment to realize it’s some kinduv explosive. The adrenaline hits me so hard that I don’t bother with the ladder, just launch myself off the rafters as fast and as far as I can before it detonates.

I hit the ground on my side, breakin’ my shoulder if the crack and the blindin’ pain is anythin’ to go by. The blast puts a dang hole in the roof and in my pain fueled daze all I’m thinkin’ is how much that’s gonna cost the ranch and how much time my kin are gonna spend fixin’ it up tomorrow. I roll onto my back, clutchin’ my shoulder when the man in black stands over me, his goggles discarded. My mouth opens in surprise--’cause standin’ over me with a rifle is my third grade teacher and nearest neighbour, Mr. Wilcox. The man who taught me my multiplyin’ is gonna put a bullet between my eyes.

“How does that saying go?” A deep voice says from the gapin’ hole where the barn door used to be. Mr. Wilcox turns his head toward the voice, but I keep my eyes focused on his gun. “Pick on someone your own size?”

I tried runnin’ and I tried hidin’. I ain’t doin’ it no more. It’s time to give fightin’ a chance. With my good arm, I swipe at Mr. Wilcox’s rifle roarin’ with a previously untapped rage. The hand that makes contact with the barrel of his rifle is lethal with extended claws. Mr. Wilcox lets out a yell of surprise and the gun goes off harmlessly above my head, puttin’ another hole in the barn. With another roar, I kick at his legs, keepin’ a good grip on the barrel of his gun until he goes down and loses his grip. There ain’t anythin’ graceful about the way I scramble to my feet, but I got his dang gun in my hands.

In a fit of rage, I pull the gun back and hit him as hard as I can in the head. I can hear his skull fracture under the force, and it’s that sound that snaps me outta it. My rage becomes fear and disgust. I can taste Mr. Wilcox’s blood in the air, its smell surroundin’ me. I hear the crunch of boot on straw and remember that I ain’t exactly been alone this whole time.

With faster reflexes than I believed possible, I bring the rifle up and aim it at the threat I nearly forgot about. He’s a man in his forties, but he ain’t no local. I know everyone in this town and they know me. With Mr. Wilcox’s rifle trained on him, he lifts on hand from his gun, letting the barrel point toward the ground.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” He says in a steady voice. I’d be inclined to believe him, except that my third grade teacher just had this rifle pointed at my head.

“Put it down.” I growl. I ain’t never spoken disrespectfully to my elders before. Now I’ve gone and cracked one’s skull and am aimin’ a rifle at another. MawMaw would be so disappointed in me if she knew. The man slowly lowers to a crouch, placing his gun to the floor. It ain’t no huntin’ rifle--looks military grade to me.

Now that he’s disarmed, I don’t know what to do. I could circle around him and leave, but where would I go? He knows where I live. I don’t know if he’s friend or foe. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, and I’m so dang jittery that my finger squeezes the trigger. I hiss as the kickback knocks against my injured shoulder. The bullet misses the man but had to have grazed a boy who can’t be much older than I am. His features have briefly twisted into a grimace and a hand presses on his arm. I can’t tell if the blood I’m smellin’ is his or Mr. Wilcox’s.

He’s got them glowin’ red eyes trained on me. They don’t seem as monstrous on him as they did on the guy that bit me. He’s got what MawMaw would refer to as an honest face, but I ain’t about to lower this rifle based on that.

“We’re not here to hurt you.” He says with the kinda voice I use when an animal is in distress: calm and soothin’. Each step he takes is deliberately slow and he keeps both hands up high where I can see ‘em. I don’t want this to relax me any, but I can feel the tension leavin’ parts of my body.

“Who are you?” I ask for lack of anything better to say. I know he’s an Alpha, but I don’t know what he’s doin’ here or who those people shootin’ at me were. With the exception of Mr. Wilcox, of course. Are all of my neighbours in on this?

“My name is Scott McCall, and this is Chris Argent. We came here tonight because we’d heard there was a pack in hiding.” The reminder of the pack sets my teeth on edge.

“He was preparin’ for war. I didn’t ask for this life.” Scott takes another step toward me and I train the rifle at his head, though I don’t think I have it in me to shoot him.

“How old are you?” He asks in that same soothin’ tone of voice.

“Seventeen,” I answer quickly, adjusting my grip on the rifle. Scott picks up on my silent warnin’ and doesn’t come any closer.

“I was two years younger than you when I was out in the woods with my best friend. We got separated and an Alpha named Peter Hale bit me and changed my life forever. I get the feeling that you know what I’m talking about.” The thing is, I do know.

“I ain’t ever gonna be safe again, am I?” Scott’s hands lower to his sides.

“That really depends on you. We came here tonight to try to save your pack. Your Alpha is gone. Best case scenario is that your packmates are like you: hiding or on the run from hunters. Worst case scenario is that they’ve been captured or put down. You’ve got a choice to make now. You can come with us and we can help you learn to fight back against the hunters. Or we can help you find a safe place.”

“I can’t stay here.” I say, because it ain’t a question. I knew as soon as the arrow pierced the monster’s chest that life as I knew it was over. It’s just a matter of what to do from now.

“Now that they’ve found you, they won’t stop coming. I’m sorry.” I was expectin’ Scott to answer, but this came from Chris. Despite his more brusque way of speakin’ I got the sense that he really was sorry.

“What happened to my family?” I ask, because surely someone woulda come out to investigate the gunfire and the explosion by now. Someone shoulda been out settlin’ the horses and the dogs--all of which are awake and cryin’ out in a panic.

“They’re safe.” Chris answers. “Everyone in a 20 mile radius has been evacuated because of a suspected gas leak.”

They must have been so worried when I wasn’t in my bed.

“Will I be able to see them before I go?” I look to Scott for the answer, because I think he’ll give it to me gentler than his partner. I find the sympathy I wanted in his puppy dog eyes.

“We have to keep moving. The longer we stay the better the chance that the hunters pick up our trail.” I swallow this down, because I’m a Saracen and I’m used to tough breaks.

“We can let you write a note,” Chris concedes bendin’ down to pickup his gun. “You can tell your family that you’ve run away and that you’re safe. But we’ve gotta go now. There are still hunters running around those woods looking for strays. It’s time for you to make your choice”

I tried runnin’ and I tried hidin’.

“I wanna fight.” I tell them, lowein’ the rifle.

Scott smiles at me, and I know that this decision is right. I hid, I ran, I fought and I survived the night, but ain’t everyone been as lucky as me. I never wanted this life, but I got it and I’m gonna dang well do somethin’ with it.

I’m gonna fight.

The January Challenge

Every day in the month of January I will post a blurb or one-shot based on or inspired by a quote. How is this challenging? Every time I sit down to write a 500-800 blurb things get out of hand and suddenly I have a 3 part 18K fic on my hands! This challenge is meant to help me learn to write shorter pieces. Every pieces should be under 3K words.

Please note that I will NOT be doing a tag list for the January Challenge.

[wonhoetryme]

Medicine for Heartbreak

Optional Bias

Length: 1.6k

Genre: ANGST + Song (“Drink You Away” by Justin Timberlake)

Request: “ooo can you do another optional bias scenario but make it more angsty? (anything you’d like!!)”

A/N: I’VE REALLY BEEN WANTING WRITE A FULL-ON ANGST so I hope this is what you were hoping for because I got hella in my feelings. I made it a song drabble as well because the song I was listening to at the time really fit. edit: MY FRIEND @h-2-oh-sehun is the backbone of this scenario and I praise her skills omg <3 she made it what it is practically

**gif not mine

Bittersweet thing, could this be a dream?

Or just the same nightmare that keeps me awake?

Feel it in my brain, tall shot of pain

Pour a little out now for the love that we've made

There are parts of you in everything.

In the warmth of his coffee, gripped tightly in between his hands. In his disheveled bed, adding warmth to the sheets when he felt cold. In his car’s passenger seat, giggling quietly as he listened to the radio.

But you weren't actually there. Just the idea of you was there, leaving just enough noticeable absence to drive someone mad.

B/N being that someone.

It's been six months since the car crash, six months since you’ve passed on. Yet, he still feels you here, as if you’ve never left.

He was picking you up from work that day. With a coffee in hand, you both stopped for a walk in the park nearby, admiring the cooling temperature and light blue skies.

“You need to be careful B/N! You’re gonna get hurt!”

“Nah! I’ve done this a million times!”

B/N had gotten up on the edge of a wall that separated the neighborhood sidewalk from a massive hill. He was acting like a little kid, tilting from side to side just to scare you.

“Ugh, whatever then. Fall.” you replied with an exasperated scoff, refusing to let him see you smirk.

Maybe it was because of all the alcohol he’s been keen to converse with lately. He’s positive that he’s been hallucinating; letting his own grief and guilt create your image to console him.

I can't drink you away

I've tried Jack, I've tried Jim, I’ve tried all of their friends

But I can't drink you away

All of these rocks, I can't swim outta this skin I'm livin' in

It’s become a routine for him, this cycle of darkness. Once work lets out at 5, he’s walking down to the local bar, where the bartender gives him a pitiful look and pours the first drink of many to come.

“You know, you can't just drink your grief away. It’s not good for you,” the bartender mentions to B/N every once in awhile, but never really doing anything to stop him. There isn’t any point, B/N just needs something to drown out the pain.

“Then tell me,” B/N’s voice comes out like a croak since he doesn't really speak much anymore. “Do they make a medicine for heartbreak?”

The bartender sighs when B/N shoves his empty glass across the bar table, filling it back up with Jack. He slips in a bit of Coca-Cola just to ease his mind about his customer’s habit.

He goes through two bottles of whiskey by his lonesome. He doesn't speak a word, despite the bartender’s attempts to get him to open up. He doesn't feel like talking about it.

“So what do you wanna eat for dinner tonight?” you asked B/N innocently once you buckled your seatbelt.

A moment passes while he gets onto the road.

“How about… you?” B/N looks over to you for a split second before returning his focus on the road, a playful smirk on his face.

Your face bloomed bright red, confusion and embarrassment swimming in your eyes. B/N could only chuckle lowly at your flustered state, he always loved getting a reaction from you.

He doesn't let up the chugs and sips until he looks down the neck of the bottle. It’s empty. He breathes out a single sigh.

B/N’s once beautiful eyes were laden with a thick red lace, wet with unshed tears. On the outside, he looks like a time bomb, about to explode if left alone too long. On the inside, he was an empty bottle -- with no message -- in the middle of a contumacious ocean, lolling around mindlessly with nowhere to go.

It isn’t until 10 minutes past midnight that B/N calls his ride home. The taxi driver looked a little uncomfortable driving around a clearly drunken man who looks like he’s got some bad news. B/N is used to that look by now, nothing phases him anymore.

It isn’t until he’s home though, does everything usually hit him. The alcohol that poisons his vision and strangles his brain makes him believe he sees you.

Got that poundin' on my brain, so I drowned it away

When the sun comes up tomorrow, you can find me doin' the same

Cause I just can't forget, the way we turned out this bad

And now the only thing that sleeps here is a ghost of you instead

When he walks in, you’re making a pot of tea, smiling at him from the kitchen.

And when he goes to the bathroom and washes his face, he can feel your arms wrap around his waist. The saddest chuckle leaves his lips, as he misses the warmth of your cheek against his bare back.

When he sleeps, you’re next to him, cuddling him close and burying your cold nose into his neck.

But you aren't making tea when he’s taking his jacket off at the front door. You didn’t sneak up on him with a hug in the bathroom when he tries to clean himself up. You weren’t stealing the blankets and snuggling up to him before falling asleep. And that’s what he remembers every night before laying himself to rest.

It’s my fault, he chants. I wasn’t paying enough attention, the light was red and…

He shuts his eyes to stop from crying again. At this point, he’s already drowned himself enough in sorrow. He’s too drunk to think straight and too tired to tear up.

“Maybe we can go to McDonald’s and pick something up?”

“Or not.”

That's the third place he's declined.

“Whatever. How about the new sandwich place that opened up a few blocks down? It seems good,” you said gazing out of the window. It was late at night with store signs and windows glowing brighter than the stars in the sky.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” B/N said with a smile, taking one hand off the wheel to pull out his phone from his pants pocket. He unlocked it and started to look for directions, but was interrupted with your hand pulling it out of his strong fingers. Startled, he swerved a little with the wheel.

“What the hell Y/N?!” B/N shouted at you, pulling his eyes away from the road quickly enough to glare at you and bring them back.

“What have I told you about texting and driving?! You hear the stories! You see the commercials! Why haven’t you learned yet?!” Obviously angry, you took it to heart. It isn't something you take lightly.

“It’s not that big of a deal! I was just looking for directions!”

“You could’ve asked me for help then! You should know better than to do something like that!”

“Just give me my phone, mom.” B/N said coldly. You only stared at him with furrowed brows and distaste on your tongue.

“No.”

“Give. It. Back.”

“No.”

B/N was tired. Tired of that day, tired of work, tired of you. He had hoped that getting to see you would take some of the stress away, but now you were just riling him up again. Even if it was childish of him, he got upset at every little annoyance.

He rushed a hand to take his phone back, but you had anticipated it. Yanking the device away from his grasp, you tried your best to calm him down, the car was swerving erratically and it made you terrified.

“Slow down B/N! You’re going too fast!”

He didn’t listen, though. He usually never did. Stubborn.

“I SAID SLOW DOWN B/N! THE LIGHT’S RE-!”

I feel it the morning, you're still here in the morning

I see you but you're gone, telephone the doctor, I'm not okay

The bottom of the bottle to fill this empty heart up

A thousand proofs don't change the truth, I dive in

but I can't drink you away

Waking up, in the first few moments of leaking sunshine, he almost forgets.

He forgets that you aren’t next to him and absent-mindedly reaches for you on your side of the mattress.

For a quick second, he doesn't know that he’ll have a pounding headache when he opens his eyes. He doesn’t remember that he’d cried himself to sleep. And ultimately, he doesn’t remember that he has a large emptiness residing in him, that can’t seem to be filled again.

Yet, he still sees you. Standing there above him, bending down to touch his cheek with an awfully pitiful look on your serene face.

It only makes him feel even worse.

“I know this isn't what you want for me, but I don't know what else to do.”

He blinks away the vision of you, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes to block out a growing migraine.

Walking to his clothing drawer, he feels your presence again. He knows it can’t actually be you there, but his heart is creating all types of things to keep him in motion.

In the mirror, he sees you behind him, admiring his tall figure.

Teary-eyed, he smiles. His heart pounds small, but he feels something at least.

“God, how I miss you,” he says quietly.

He swears to everything spiritual that you’re there with him. He can feel the warmth of your fingertips touch his shoulder, feel the glow in your smile.

He watches as the vision of you whispers “I love you” and he shakes his head, hoping the drunken hallucinations stop soon.

[albionscastle]

Don’t Play With Me

I have no trouble seeing Jack as a semi knight in shining armour type of guy as well as just drop dead sexy with the words when he wants to be.

There’s a part 2 in progress but it’s one I definitely can’t write at work ;)

FIC MASTERLIST

Your phone signaled a text message just as you were about to walk into the building. Grabbing at any delay you could, you pulled it from your clutch, stopping just outside the doors.

JL: Harry’s havin a movie night, ye up fer it? YN: Can’t, about to go to a wedding I don’t want to be at. Wish I could though. JL: Why are ye goin if ye don’ wanna be there? YN: Bride is my cousin, I have to go, but my ex is the best man. JL: The fucklump wi’ the kid? The one who ghosted ye?” YN: That’s the jackass. JL: Jesus, that sucks. Where is this shindig, maybe ye can sneak away early and come over.” YN: At the lake. I doubt I’ll make it over. Tell everyone I’m sorry. I should go in, ceremony is about to start. JL: Call me if ye need anything.

You put your phone on silent and took a deep breath, wishing that any one of your friends was here instead of you being alone. But no, you had to be stubborn, preferring to go stag rather than with an obvious pity date. Fuck you really were an idiot sometimes.

Fiddling with your dress the whole ceremony, you were aware of your ex’s eyes on you. You could have shot your friend Lisa for picking the damn thing out for you. Dresses were not your usual wardrobe choice, least of all flowy, romantic numbers with no backs.

“Show that prick what he’s missed out on.” she had cooed earlier that day as she finished your makeup.

That was the problem, you thought, as the day went through its stages. He had winked at you in a way that made your stomach churn. And your family had noticed, every comment being about you showing off for an ungrateful fuckstick you loathed. You would have been better off staying invisible.

At least Jack would have teased you about suddenly being a girl, before handing you a beer and leaving you alone.

Alone and wishing he was the one winking at you in some private joke, and then touching you, and then…

You shook your head, that kind of thinking would do no good. Jack was your friend, nothing more.

Two drinks into the reception your phone vibrated again.

JL: How’s it goin? YN: I may drink myself into oblivion, or hurl. Jury’s still out. JL: Tha’ bad? Is he givin ye grief? YN: NO, I mean he winked at me which was enough to make my skin crawl. My family is being a bit...wearying.

There was a tap on your shoulder as you read his reply, causing you to jump, dropping your phone. Your ex picked it up and you shoved it aside without finishing.

JL: I cannae blame him so much fer winkin at ye, tha dress is stunnin.

You never even saw Jack standing near you at the bar.

“Well you look sexy. If you were trying to rile me up you succeeded.”

“Fuck off, I didn’t wear it to impress you.”

“Could have fooled me, you know I always liked when you showed off those tits. Could have got one that showed off your ass too though.”

God, how had you never seen what a dirtbag he was until after it was all done between you.

“You always were crass. Besides what do you know about my ass? You didn’t touch me below the waist the entire time I knew you.”

You were oblivious to Jack choking on his beer just out of sight.

“Why do you have to be like that babe? We had a good time.”

“You had a good time, I just faked one. Every time.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Sweetheart, you aren’t exactly a prize specimen to be throwing away opportunities.”

“What opportunity would that be? To lay like an inflatable date while you get your rocks off? I’ll pass thanks.”

“I don’t see anyone else stepping up. Come on baby, let’s sneak away for few and you can re acquaint me with that talent tongue of yours.”

You were actually going to throw up.

“I’d rather drink battery acid.”

He took a step forward, reaching his hand toward you and you instinctively stepped back, colliding with a human wall.

“There ye are lass, yer cousin wouldna le me away tae find ye.”

Jack’s voice was somehow in your ear and you stiffened in shock as his body moved flush with your back, the knuckles of one hand gliding up and down your bare arm.

“Jack?” you managed to squeak as his lips brushed over your bare shoulder.

“Who’s yer friend?” his tone told you he knew exactly who you were talking to.

“Not my friend.” You smiled as Jack slid his other hand around your waist. “My ex.”

“Ohhhh, right mate, I shoul be thanking ye then.”

Your ex looked uncomfortable as the - superior-in-every-way - Jack grinned smugly.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, if ye hadna let her get away, she never would ha ended up wi’ me. I ken a prize when I see one.”

You almost laughed at the angry look on your ex’s face, but any thought of him was quickly eradicated as Jack pressed his mouth to the tender spot below your ear.

“Come and dance wi’ me.” he murmured, tugging you toward the dance floor.

You left your ex without a second thought, following Jack to the centre of the floor and reveling in the feel of his arm around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

“Jack, what are you doing here?”

“I couldna in good conscience leave ye alone wi’ the wolves.”

“What about movie night?”

“Lisa an Harry needed some alone time. An there’s a wee chance she filled me in on the history here.”

“Oh God.” you went bright red.

“Dinna worry, she didna tell me anythin half as bad as wha I just heard.” his voice was tight.

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it, I was ri there. Ye never saw mah text about seein ye in tha dress did ye?”

“I think I got interrupted.”

“Tha ye did, and the bugger is still starin at ye.”

“Fuck him.”

“No mah type love.” Jack winked at you and heat pooled in your belly.

God he was gorgeous. And he was watching you, his blue eyes alight with mischief as you bit your bottom lip against the way he was making you feel.

“Tall, dark and arrogant not your type, Lowden?” you quipped with a laugh.

“Nah lass, curvy and spunky fer me.” he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Tha dress looks fucking fantastic on ye.”

You shivered as his voice deepened and rolled over you, fingers gliding across the bare skin of your back.

“I almost didn’t wear it, I feel so self-conscious.”

“Don’ be, half the men here can’t keep ther eyes off ye.”

That thought didn’t help, at all.

“Jack.” you whispered, your cheeks burning.

“Tha prick is chompin at the bit to get at ye, an he’s no gonna get close.”

“Thanks Jack, you’re a regular knight in shining armor.”

“Och no, no armor, tha shite chafes.” he laughed. “Yer welcome, wha are friends fer?”

Yeah, friends. That was the big issue wasn’t it? For a moment, as his lips had touched your skin, you had allowed yourself to hope, imagine. For a few minutes you swayed together, silently. You could feel your ex’s eyes boring into your back, making your skin crawl. You shivered and Jack’s hand on the small of your back drew you closer to his warmth.

“So wha happened wi’ tha lump?”

“The usual. He ghosted me after 9 months of dating, never spoke to him again until tonight.”

“Sounds li a real dreamboat.”

“I really know how to pick them.”

“Don’ do that.”

“Do what?”

“Make it sound li it’s yer fault. Man like tha is just rubbish.”

“Guess they all are then.”

“No all of us.”

Your eyes met his, caught in the intensity of his gaze.

“I swear if tha bastard doesna stop lookin at ye like tha I’m gonna deck ‘im one.”

“It’s not worth it Jack.”

“Sure woul make me feel better.” he muttered, his palm sliding up your back to press your body closer to him. His other hand moved your arm to drape around his neck, fingers dancing down your arm, then your side to rest on your rib cage.

You felt your breath catch as his cheek brushed against yours, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the top of your ribs.

“Woman like ye deserves tae be worshipped.” he whispered in your ear, a shiver running up your spine.

“Get off, Lowden,” you huffed. “Stop playing.”

“I’m no plain. If ye were mine I’d make sure ye were screamin mah name wi’ yer fingers pullin out me hair.”

The breath left your body in a whoosh of shock and heat.

“Tha woul just be the start, the whole neighbourhood woul know mah name by the time I was done wi’ ye.”

Your knees began to wobble as Jack’s mouth made contact with your earlobe, tongue darting out to trace the edge near your earring.

“Jack!” you hissed, feeling his smile against your ear. This was taking things too damn far. And not far enough. You were a ball of tension and want, your feelings fluttering all over the damn place.

“Dinnae fret lass, I’ll no embarrass ye in front of yer family. But I cannae guarantee tae keep mah hands off ye when we leave.”

“Jack, be serious, that’s not funny.”

“Do ye see me laughin, lass? I’m takin ye home tonight and ye’ll no be sleepin.”

“You’re pretty damn sure of yourself.”

“Yer cheeks are red, ye’re pantin in me ear and yer heart is poundin. I think we’ve danced around this long enough, don’t ye?”

What could you even say to that? To any of it? You had no idea how things had changed from his earlier playful behaviour. He’d been playing a part, hadn’t he?

“Yer over thinkin, luv. It’s no complicated.”

“Would you be saying any of this if I wasn’t wearing this dress?”

“Actually this whole weddin business put rather a crimp in me plans. I had intended tae have ye on the couch wi’ me as usual, Harry picked ou ‘The Notebook’ tae watch.”

“I hate that movie.”

“Aye, but it’s go that one scene ye know. I was gonna lean over an tell ye how much I wanted tae do that wi’ ye.”

“You’re kidding! Jesus Jack, have you never heard of asking someone out, like on a date?”

His flush told you that he hadn’t thought about doing that and you felt that hopeful flame in your heart sink. He was just like the rest of them, only after you for one thing.

“I’m not some piece of ass that you can tap into whenever you start to get horny.”

“No! Lass it’s no li tha.”

“Save it Jack. You’re just like every man I’ve ever been involved with. You treat me like a piece of meat. It’s ok to sleep with me, act all friendly, but I’m not good enough to be girlfriend material.”

Not wanting to cause a scene you had slid out of Jack’s arms and kept his hand in yours as you led him to the door. Once outside and alone though, you dropped all pretense.

“Go home Jack, forget all of this. You just got carried away with making that asshat jealous. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Please love, it’s no wha ye think, I swear tae ye.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” you said sternly, turning to walk back inside, your heart aching as you listened to him walk away.

[benjaminkrennic]

Next Door: Part 4 - Merle Dixon x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary - You try to stay away from Merle to avoid any suspicion but your body needs that man like it needs air so you head over to him to get what you need...

Warnings -  smut, daddy kink, oral, getting caught

Of course after everything that had happened you were on edge around your family and didn’t want to act any more suspicious than you already were. Which is why you tried to stay away from Merle for a little bit, but of course that was short lived, you lasted two days and after that you needed to feel his touch again.

You went over to his house in the morning, knocking on his window to wake him up.

“Now I see how ya felt when I did it sweetheart…”

“I need you to touch me please.”

The smirk on his face when you say that is a beautiful thing. “Ya want me to touch ya sweetheart? Two days away too much for you?”

“Yes daddy…”

He starts to take off your clothes still talking, “I understan’ why you was stayin’ away from me so I didn’t wanna call ya over...but I also wanted to see how long you could last…” he start to tease your opening softly with his fingers, “I thought you’d last longer honestly, didn’t think I had such as strong hold a ya…”

“You’re all I ever think about Merle, you’re all I can think about…”

“Lay on the bed baby girl, I’ll give you somethin’ else ya won't forget…”

His words, as they always seemed to, sent a heat thought your body that stopped between your thighs.

Merle spread your legs apart and placed his mouth between them, keeping his beautiful blue eyes on you as he started. The pleasure he could give you with just his lips and tongue was unlike anything you’d felt before. His hands had to tightly grip your hips to keep you from moving too much under his delicate touch as he worked you into many, many loud moans. Your hands moved down to his head and ran through his hair begging, “Please I need to…”

“You need to what sweetheart?” he says pulling his mouth away.

“I need to cum...please make me cum daddy…”

A devilish smirk fell on his lips before he gives you what you so desperately need.

             “Where ya goin’ baby girl?”

“I have to work ok...believe me if I could stay I’d stay…”

“You come back here right after kay? Daddy’s cock needs you.”

“Of course daddy,” you coo, giving him a kiss on the lips before heading off.

As soon as you could leave you left and raced over to your lover and to the promises he always seemed to keep

“Merle honey…” you tease strutting into his backyard.

“You need something baby?”

“I do actually, and I think you know what that is…”

“Oh I don’t think I do baby…” he taunts putting down his beer, “Gonna have ta be more specific…”

He prowls his way over to you pressing his body against yours. 

You look up at him and beg, “Please daddy, I need your thick cock in my pussy…”

“Oh you do now?”

“Yes daddy, I can’t live without it…”

“At this point I’m pretty sure ya can’t…” he teases stripping for you, “not that I’m complainin’ cause I love poundin’ ya baby girl…”

It doesn’t take the two of you long to get naked and for him to have you propped up against the side of his house. Merle holds your gaze as he lowers your body onto his erect cock.

You let out a little moan and then say, “I love you,” before he starts his soft thrusts. You close your eyes and lean your head against the wall, enjoying the feeling of him sliding in and out of you but the longer his slow pace continues the more you want and the more desperate you become for your release. Out of nowhere you scream, “Harder daddy!”

Merle stops his movements to tease you, “You like it rough don’t you baby girl?”

You nod and seconds later he crashes his hips into you with a newfound force. Quickly it becomes too much and you arch your back a little and orgasm, loudly moaning his name. Curse words escape his mouth as he spills himself inside you as you watch his face with pleasure.

Merle pulls you in for a sloppy kiss and when you open your eyes you’re horrified. Your eyes never leave them as you tap Merle’s shoulder repeatedly.

“Whatcha want girly? I’ll let ya down just…”

“No,” you interrupt, “behind you.”

“What’da’ya mean be...shit…”

Your father had walked into Merle’s backyard to find you post-orgasm in between the house and Merle of whom he had a perfect view of his naked backside.

“Well go on now!” Merle finally manages, yelling, “Nothin’ to see here!”

Once your father had left Merle gently puts you back on the ground and you two quickly gather up and put on your clothes.

“What the fuck do we do now?” you yell.

“I don’t know, talk it out?” Merle says calmly.

“Talk it out? Are you fucking kidding me? You of all people…”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

You growl, “We’re fucking running away together is what we’re fucking doing…” you grab his arm and tug him in the direction of his car, but of course it’s no use, you can’t move his large frame.

“It’s really that big of a deal huh?”

“How is it not?” You’re still screaming, not really mad at Merle, just mad at everything.

He puts his hands on your shoulders and starts massaging them and you start to calm down a little. “Here’s what we’re doin’ love, we’re gonna go in that house and give that poor man a little explanation and go from there kay baby?”

“I fucking guess so…”

“Baby, I know yer angry and all but your swearin’ gets me goin’.”

“Why are you like this…”

Merle shrugs then grabs your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. It was something so simple but you didn’t think he could be so caring and soft.

“We do this together.”

You nod, “Together.”

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