#petrol x male!reader

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi! Can I request a reader x xaden fic where she gets badly hurt and he freaks out. The ending is up to you. Thank you

Not responsible for this. That’s your warning. You asked.

Breathe me in

“What’s up with you today?”, you nudged your boyfriend’s shoulder as you finally managed to find him in the back room of the training hall. Xaden simply shrugged, reaching for another dagger to throw. But you quickly stepped in front of him. “We don’t do that”, you crossed your arms over your chest, “Talk to me”, you breathed.

You could tell from the way his jaw clenched that he was calculating his answer. “I don’t like the formation they are sending out today”, he said drily. “For the petrol?”, you questioned and Xaden only nodded. “We never flown over there. Ever. And suddenly we have a new location to go to?”, he shook his head in frustration. “You think it’s a setup?”, you brushed your fingers over his back hoping to give him at least some comfort. “Who knows… I doubt it, they are sending the best. Killing them off…”, Xaden trailed off. “Well, I care because you are on the list so, I ain’t looking to lose you”, you leaned forward, kissing his chest before nuzzling into him. “So are you and I guess that’s why I am so… On edge. I don’t want to bring you into an ambush”, he admitted, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. “We would give them hell”, you muttered, making Xaden let out a low chuckle, “We would but let’s hope that we don’t have to”.

Now he wished he hadn’t brought you. Wished it would have been him and the boys. Because he had lost you and Imogen when the fire had started. You all had barely flown over the valley when the sea of arrows came. Followed by flames. “Fuck”, Xaden cursed, flying over the peek. “Yn, come on love, where are you?”, he muttered scanning the fields. “Nothing”, Bodhi shouted, flying from the left side. “Nothing here as well”, Garrick shook his head. The panic in Xaden only intensified. “We will find them”, Bodhi said firmly, “They probably just took shelter in the caves”. And Xaden truly couldn’t put into words just how much he hoped that was true.

“Xaden”, Sgaeyl's voice pierced his consciousness, “boy”, and that’s when he felt her sadness seeping into him. His eyes landed on the two huge figures down by the river. He didn’t even have to motion for the two males to follow suit. But even through the sea of emotions, he didn’t let himself lose hope. Not until Imogen’s screams filled the air. Not until the sight of your dragon slumped to the side came into view. “No”, he breathed, “No, no…”, “Stay in the saddle”, Sgaeyl warned him but Xaden was already swinging his leg over her body, “Xaden”, she hissed tilting to the side so she could at least break his fall.

“Yn”, he shouted, “Yn”, his legs hit the ground and he was running. Running towards kneeling Imogen. He was going to fix this. He was going to make it better and then… then he would kill everyone who was in on this. “Yn”, he repeated over and over till his eyes landed on your limp body on Imogen’s lap. Imogen who was sobbing so hard her body shook, “I couldn’t, I can’t”, she choked out, brushing some of your blood-soaked hair away from your face.

Xaden fell to his knees, reaching for you. “Hey, baby, hey, hey”, he gathered you in his embrace. The sound of your dragon growling in pain echoed through the field. You blinked slowly and he quickly gathered your face in his hands, “Look at me, I will get you back, we will fix this”, but you simply shook your head, “Want to… die… here”, you choked out. “No, no, you’re not dying”, Xaden shook his head, “We’ll go home, okay? We will…”, “Xaden”, you breathed out.

A pained cry ripped through him as he pressed you closer to him. His hands soaked in your blood from the open wound on your back. He lifted his eyes to look at the friends. Garrick had gathered Imogen in his arms, his own eyes red from tears. Bodhi was kneeling by your dragon, trying to soothe the pain. “We need to go”, Xaden urged, trying to lift you but the pained growl that left you had him stilling instantly.

“To the river…”, you breathed out, lips rimed with blood, face growing paler. Xaden didn’t even have to think twice as he turned towards the shore where the water was running. “Pretty”, you muttered, eyes growing heavy. “Let me help, let me become I can’t…”, Xaden choked out. Nuzzling closer to you. “I… love”, your voice died with a pained cough. “Don’t do this”, Xaden shook his head, “You can’t leave me, that’s an order”, he tried to suppress the sob but that only left him shaking. “Best thing… that happened to me… was you”, you lifted your hand as much as you could and Xaden instantly leaned to meet your touch nuzzling into your warmth.

“I love you”, Xaden muttered, trying to smile at you, trying to give you that one goodbye. “Love”, you breathed out right as Xaden leaned in to carefully kiss you. Brushing his lips over yours one last time right as your body fully limped. A pained sob echoed as Xaden shouted. Pulling you as close as he possibly could. Rocking back and forth as he held you. Feeling the cold setting in. The never undoable coldness taking you from him forever.

[world0fmadness]

THE FAME

varg “ count grishnackh ” vikernes x musician! reader | bård “ faust ” eithun x musician! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for varg and faust with a musician partner!

୨୧ hope you like this anon, i figured i’d just do both varg and faust for you because you were so sweet in your request <3

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VARG “ COUNT GRISHNACKH ” VIKERNES

♡ if you’re actually a more popular musician than varg, i can see him being slightly jealous at the start of your newfound fame…

୨୧ he doesn’t act on his jealousy but deep down, it’s definitely there! sometimes he just feels a bit of envy… he burned all those churches and you’re still more popular than him having never done that? seriously?

♡ but i can see him getting over his jealousy pretty fast and being more proud than anything, he thinks you’re just such a perfect match for him! i mean, you’re both incredibly talented musicians and you’re recognised as such

୨୧ he truly believes you were put on this earth to be a musician and be his partner, it was your calling in life!

♡ he loves sitting with you and talking about lyrics or instrumentals, bouncing ideas back and fourth between each other seamlessly

୨୧ varg is brutally honest, if you show him a demo of a song you’re working on and he doesn’t like it he’ll tell you straight up

♡ he really tries his best to not be mean about it though! he makes sure to soften his voice a little

୨୧ varg has at least three of your tapes in his car at ALL times! does not matter what type of music you make, he wants to hear your beautiful voice

♡ when you’re performing at a concert, he’s always waiting for you backstage with open arms and a sizeable bouquet of flowers!

୨୧ usually a mix of red and dyed black roses! he can be super romantic but only with you <3

♡ you could genuinely get this stubborn man to listen to the most intensely “ girly ” hyper pop as long as it was your voice…

୨୧ if you go to recording studios instead of just using your bedroom and terrible recording equipment, please let him pay for it!

♡ his parents literally give him so much disposable money and he really wants to pay for it, you’re his girlfriend! why wouldn’t he want to pay for you?

୨୧ if you wear pretty extravagant outfits on stage, he’ll always help you out with them! you give him little fashion shows in your shared apartment as he sits back on the couch, giving his opinion on what outfit will work best

“ hm… i’m not so sure about this one, it looks a little tight, no? mmm… too boring, next one? ” ( he takes this so seriously, it honestly have you a shock at first )

♡ when you need help with actually preparing the outfit, like tightening a corset or tying the back, he’ll do it with no hesitation and place kisses on the nape of your neck whilst doing it! when he’s done, he’ll drift his hands lower down your hips and give them a gentle squeeze, signalling that it’s done

୨୧ if you ever have groupies, male or female, varg is so baffled! who the hell do they think they are? they think you’d ever give them the time of day? what a joke

♡ you’ve had to physically restrain him from throwing hands with wannabe groupies multiple times, including some female ones because he really doesn’t give a shit about gender if you’re trying to come onto his partner

୨୧ if varg ever spots a music magazine with you on the cover, he snatches it up and buys it so fast! coming home and showing it to you with a smirk on his face… if anyone was to see the amount of things he owns featuring you, they’d probably assume he was just an obsessed fan or something

“ hey, baby! look what i found at the petrol station, this is your latest one, right? ” ( he adds it to a whole stack of music magazines featuring you on the coffee table )

♡ he has almost all, if not all, of the magazines you’ve ever covered on or even just had a small section in

୨୧ if you ever write a song about him or for him, he’s so… actually happy, like really happy

♡ when you first told him you’d wrote a song about him or for him, he was so smug but when he actually got to listen to it?

୨୧ that smug attitude was thrown right out of the window! he’s so soft on you and can’t really, truly believe you love him enough to write a whole song for him

♡ don’t tell anyone but the song is his all time favourite now, of any musician! he listens to it all the time, mumbling the lyrics under his breath and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel when he’s in his car…

BÅRD “ FAUST ” EITHUN

♡ y’know how i said varg would be slightly jealous at the start of your fame starting to overpass his?

୨୧ yeah, faust isn’t like that at all!

♡ faust is so so so proud of you right from the start! when you first started dating him, you were still a pretty super small musician, but when you start really drawing in attention and selling way more tapes and CDs, he is so over the moon for you <3

୨୧ i just know he’d hype up you up so much before you’re going on stage, telling you that you look amazing and admiring you

♡ he’s never missed a single one of your shows from the time you began dating!

୨୧ literally, not a single one! he’ll put everything on hold to watch you perform, always cheering the loudest

♡ in your early days, whenever you needed to take promo pictures or album covers, faust would take the pictures for you! you couldn’t really afford a photographer so why not just hand a camera to your boyfriend?

୨୧ faust obviously isn’t a professional and has pretty limited experience with taking pictures but for you? he definitely tries his best! always telling you that you look beautiful from behind the camera and smirking when you pull a risqué pose

♡ similarly with varg, you like showing faust your demo work and asking his opinion on songs you’re not too sure about

୨୧ however he’s just too soft on you! he doesn’t want to tell you if he doesn’t think a song sounds that great :(

♡ he’ll try so hard to say that it sounds great but you’re not stupid… you can see that he’s lying through his teeth and just tell him to quit his bullshit

୨୧ so he does, but he’s super apologetic! as if not thinking it sounds too good is just entirely his fault

“ i’m sorry, pretty girl… it might just be me! it probably is, maybe it’s just too different for me, i’m not sure… but your voice is beautiful, still! ” ( he doesn’t think it’s really possible for your voice to be anything but beautiful )

♡ if you play an instrument as well as sing, or just play an instrument, faust is all over that!

୨୧ he’ll always snag some supplies for your instrument whenever he’s about and about! you don’t ever need to worry about getting some more picks or drumsticks with him, he’s way ahead of you all the time

♡ faust absolutely convinces euronymous to sell some of your music in helvete! doesn’t matter what genre of music you make, faust would probably threaten to quit if he didn’t sell your music

୨୧ whenever he rings up customers, he’ll always mention your music, asking if they’ve heard any of your stuff or if they want to buy one of your tapes! literally your personal door to door salesman, bugging people all the damn time

“ oh! have you listened to them yet? they’re very good… y’wanna buy one of their tapes? you should, i mean you’d probably like it, y’know? ” ( he’s so pushy with it too and euronymous always just rolls his eyes whilst watching from the office doorway )

♡ faust has DEFINITELY done the drums for some of your songs! if you aren’t in a band but want some drums in the back and don’t play yourself, why would you not have your boyfriend play them for you?

୨୧ he’s never really too jealous of fans and wannabe groupies, you talk about him enough to where he knows very well that they know you’re happily in a relationship and he knows you’d never leave him or cheat on him like that

♡ but he can get just a tiny bit jealous if you have a lot of male fans, especially when you take pictures with them as concerts

୨୧ he cannot get over it when you ask him to play them for your song, like you want to show him off? show his talent off? oh my god it nearly breaks his brain

♡ it’s the same when you mention him and his band in magazine interviews!

୨୧ like, oh wow, you’re actually talking about him and your relationship! you don’t want to hide your relationship with him or anything, you’re telling people to listen to emperor and raving about his drumming! he has to stop himself from putting a ring on your finger

♡ he definitely has a bracelet with your name or your stage name on it and you have one with his band name on it…

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Allison Argent x Calavera!Male

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Allison sighed as she got out of your car. She drummed her fingers on the car door before slamming it and looking for you. She could see you in the store at the back of the petrol station looking at the drinks.

There was no one else around and if she listened carefully, she couldn’t hear anything but bugs calling to each other in the warm evening and the buzz of the bright sign at the corner of the petrol station. Loosening her jacket she fanned herself with her hand hoping to create enough of a breeze to cool herself. She jumped when the lights in the whole street cut out. Looking around she tried to spot you in the shop but couldn’t. There was a silence now. It was eerie and made Allison anxious. Ducking down behind the open passenger door Allison looked around as she tried to figure out what was happening. There was a noise behind her and she turned, weapon drawn. “What the hell are you doing?! Get in the car?” You hissed and shoved her into the car. The two of you scrambled about as you both shoved through the same car door and you managed to get into the driver's seat. “Why didn’t you start leaving?” “You asked me to wait for you.” She snapped as you spun the car and pulled out of the garage without paying. “Yeah! While I paid and got some food, not while something rips apart the place.” You swerve as something on four legs dove into the road. You avoided hitting it but it raced after you. “I didn’t even see it.” She admitted. “That’s great. You didn’t see it… I. didn’t either.” You admitted slowly and she smiled. “Take a left up here, it’s a sharp turn, it should help us lose it.” She said quickly and made a gesture. You jerked the car in the direction she pointed and managed to lose the creature. “There’s a warehouse up ahead on the right. My dad has some weapons stored there for transfer. We’ll be able to find something to defend ourselves in there. Plus he’ll see us on the cameras and come to help.” Allison said quickly. You did what she instructed and rushed to follow her as she dove out of your car and hurried to the warehouse door.

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Hitchhiking

Diesel x Male Reader

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July 15th, 1996

 Heat. The boiling heat of the Arizona sun was practically broiling you alive as you trekked along. Thumb pointing out with every car that passed by to no avail whatsoever. With each car passing you that caused a groan as you tilted your head back. Eventually you just couldn’t carry yourself anymore. You set your bag down sitting yourself on top of it as you stuck your thumb out again. In the distance it caught your eyes. The glint of steel and large wheels. Looked to be some type of Semi. 

 As the truck rolled to a stop you could only stare up in shock… you hadn’t expected him to even stop for you considering but, at this rate to get out of the heat it was a welcome change. You quickly climbed up to open the door. The welcome gust of air conditioning causing you to let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey thanks man! I appreciate it!” You said quickly as you adjusted your bag to slide it off your back to set it between your legs. You reached over the center console to shake the man’s hand. “(Y/N)! Nice to meet you pal!” You said with a toothy grin before the man held his hand out. It practically engulfed yours. Christ you hadn’t noticed it but this guy was a mammoth! Long dark brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, sunglasses, leather jacket and matching pants. You didn’t know many truckers… but you were pretty sure they didn’t dress like this most of the time. 

“Diesel.” He stated as he shook your hand. You could only snicker for a moment.

“Fitting name huh?” You asked with a smile before he rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah. You should meet my sister Petrol.” He smirked before pointing to the back with his thumb. “You can just huck your stuff back in the sleeper. I don’t use it.” You nodded quickly. Shifting in the seat to set your knees on it to reach back and throw your bag in the back. Diesel watched as you did. He paused for a moment however as he caught a glance to the bandana in your right pocket. Orange in color. The glance was quick. Before his eyes returned to the front window and you finally sat back down correctly.

“So.” His voice even in a relaxed state was booming. “Where you going huh?”

“Wherever you’re willing to take me! I’m just letting the people of the road take me around.” You smiled fondly. As if this was just a normal everyday occurrence.

“So, you’re just…hitchhiking too wherever?” He asked the question slowly to make sure he was getting it right. You gave a curt nod his way. 

“Eyup! Just letting kind drivers like yourself drive me around for however long you want till you grow sick of me and kick me off.” You paused for a moment. “Or kill me but I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon.”

Diesel let out a small grunt as he began to drive again. “Well since you’re going nowhere. I’m heading to a stop for the night to fuel up.” You nodded.

“Fine by me! I’ve stayed at plenty of stops. They’re pretty cool.” You set your hands on your lap. Absentmindedly tapping your thighs before looking to the radio that played a dull tune. “Any tapes?” You asked as your hand went to Reach for the dial. 

“Don’t mess with it too much.” He said quickly, shooting a glance to you that you could feel behind the gaze of his sunglasses. You pulled your hands away and nodded quickly. “My truck. My rules.” You nodded again.

“You got it sir.” 

The trip was silent. Occasionally you and Diesel would talk. Diesel didn’t seem to be much of a talker though. Answers short and curt usually when you asked. However sometimes his answers had you intrigued, work as a bodyguard specifically.

“I mean I can understand why this guy would pick you. You could probably kick anyone's ass.” Your arm was resting against the window, hand propping your head up as you looked over to him.

Diesel chuckled for a moment. Shrugging his shoulders. “Eh. Pretty much. It was fun I guess. Paid good.” 

“And your person?”

“My person?”

You rolled your eyes. “The person you guarded! Was he cool? Oh oh! Was he like a criminal?” You asked with excitement in your tone. “The president?”

“No no. No one big like that. Just a wrestler.”

“Wrestler...? The hell they need protection from?”

“With an ego like his? And a mouth that didn’t know when to stop? He needed all the help he could get.” He let out a small breath. “Shawn was cool… we were tight.”

“Like. Tight tight or…?” You trailed on with a quirked brow.

“Tight Tight.” 

The answer was enough for you. Smiling as you looked forward. “Nice man…” you nodded, silence falling over the two of you again. 

 By the time the two of you had pulled into the stop the sun was beginning to fade, you stretched your arms with a small sigh. “So, you want me to hop off here? Or can I crash with you tonight?” You asked with a smile. 

“I don’t care what you do. Whatever works for me. You’re not too much to handle.” He said with his own stretch before his hands landed back on the wheel. 

Tap tap, ti tap tap.

You quirked your brow. Diesel looked over to you. Silent for a moment. “I’m gonna fill her up.” He said before getting up. You watched as he hopped out of the truck and towards the building. You let out a small huff, leaning back and going to turn up the radio to listen to whatever rock was playing on the radio. 

 Once the door opened you looked over. Seeing him place a receipt down on the seat before closing the door again. Glancing to the side mirror you watched as he went to fill up the tank. How much gas did these things even take… you couldn’t imagine how expensive it probably was. You glanced towards the receipt again. Picking it up and noticing the purchase of a shower too. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a heat growing in your lower stomach. You glanced towards the mirror again, catching the boot tapping against pavement… he had to know. He had too. You looked forward again. It couldn’t just be a coincidence, right? It had to be real. Once he finished filling the tank you watched him walk off the shower building. You swallowed a lump you hadn’t realized formed in your throat before watching him disappear behind the door. 

  You quickly unbuckled. Reaching behind yourself for your bag to sift through the contents. You were half worried you used your last condom.

With the guy with the van but, just as you were losing hope the packaged rubber found you.  You almost shed a tear as you slid it in your pocket. Maybe God was on your side.

 Jumping down from your seat and making your way to the numbered stall he chose. You stood in front of it for a few moments before shaking away your giddiness. you tried your best to mimic the tapping he did on the steering wheel with your knock.

Knock knock knknock knock.

You heard the lock click and you quickly went to push into the shower room with a grin on your face. 

“Half worried you wouldn’t get it.” Diesel started with a smirk, and you rolled your eyes. He sat himself on the toilet in the stall. Legs spread with a cockiness radiating off of him almost.

“I’m not an idiot you know? I know what I’m doing?” You said as you walked over, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. A smile tugging on your lips. “Are you a no kissing guy?” You asked as you went to press yourself against him. “Cause that would make me really sad.” You pouted and Diesel chuckled. 

“Hey I’m like you. Anything.” You grinned at his answers before leaning in to smash your lips against his. Luckily, he met your intensity, grabbing your hips to pull you into his lap. The two of you stayed like that for a while. Nipping at lips and feeling each other up before you pulled away with a pant. Lips red from the frantic make out session. “What’s the plan big guy?” You asked with a smile as you went to sink to your knees. Diesel shook his head. 

“While I appreciate the offer I kinda wanna get straight to the point.” He said as he went to rest a hand under your chin to ease you back up. You chuckled softly. 

“Oh! What a gentleman you are.” You chuckled and Diesel rolled his eyes.

“You got a rubber?” He asked and you reached into your pocket to reveal the packaged rubber. Diesel nodded and his eyes trailed to the shower.

You let out a sharp cry as he kept rapidly pounding into you. Your attempts to stay quiet futile as you felt your face pressed against the cool wall of the shower. You prayed there was no one in the one next door. You doubted they wanted to hear you getting your guts rearranged. Once he let go of your arms you used them to help prop you against the wall, your legs starting to shake with each thrust. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” You yelled looking back. “Cmon Fuck me up!” You said before gasping as you felt his hand engulf your hip as he grunted in response and thrusted deep. Your legs nearly buckled as you saw stars. “Oh fuck… fuck fuck fuck Diesel.” You slurred hands struggling to grip at the wall. You went instead to Try and cling haphazardly to the small shelf in the shower. You felt him raise your hips slightly to get you to stand. Your back pressing against his wet chest as he used his free hand to grab you chin, making your turn to face him as he went to kiss you roughly again. You moaned deeply into the kiss as you felt a coil in your stomach snap, your back arching as you came, your body turning to jelly as Diesel quickened the pace of his own hips and you felt him shudder above you. His arms darted to wrap around you to Prevent you from falling forward. The two of you panted for a moment before you looked up to him with a small smile. He stared for a moment before giving you his own back with a chuckle. 

The two of you sat in silence on the pavement outside, say for the hum of the overhead radio. Enjoying the delicacy of cheap truck stop chili dogs and a cigarette shared between both of you. The gentleman had offered after railing you. So far it had been the best aftercare yet on your trip. The Arizona air a bit chilled now under the light of the moon. 

“So.” Diesel began after wiping his hands off with one of the napkins. You quirked a brow as you looked over taking another bite. “You sure you got nowhere specific to go?”

“Nah not really. Just doing my own thing.” 

He nodded. Moving his gaze forward. 

“I’m going up to Oregon for this delivery… you wanna stick for the ride?”

You smiled a bit. Looking forward as well towards his truck. “Yeah. I think that could be a nice change of scenery.”

[slumber-lexifer]

Messy massacre

Male Yandere x reader gn

[Warning lot of death and gore]

You were running in the woods in the middle of nowhere, there has to be a place nearby, you don't know how long you been running,you ran at sunset was up and now the moon is out, your bear foot you don't care for that, he could find you ,it's late at night and the only sound is you footsteps and panting,and crickets in the background, you see a faded light down a hill leading down you pick up your strength and push on out rough pointy sticks, rocks on forest floor, to the cold street cooling you aching bleeding feet,a petrol station your saved

you run over to the front, sliding door opens smooth cold white tiles meet your feet are probably bleeding you look around sweating, you run to the cashier you probably look crazy

"Mx are you okay l have to ask you to leave if you on drugs-"

"HELP ME PLEASE!" You cry out

"Are you in trouble holy shit l can get my boss who's here!" She walk in the back office

Another customer walk up he looks like an old lumbar jack "mx l can help lm use to be a sheriff lm retired are you in any trouble?"

"Pleaselneedtohidethereafterme" you rush the words in a panic

"You need to slow down take a breath in and out" he said calmly

You take in breath in and it still doesn't help with anxiety the worker and boss comes out

"Help me please l got kidnapp he's after me lm y/n l need to hide" you look around frantically

The boss speaks up "you can hide in my office" the boss opens his door

The retired sheriff ask "do you know were you where" he say this walk behind you in the office,You hide under a table, shaking,still you can still speak your also cold, the sheriff notice, and take of his leather jacket big compared to you "hay kid you can call me nick" you look around it's a small office,but you feel safe under the table, the side are blocked and next to the door a table, infront of you aswell is table with security computer,

He came back home after going grocery shopping, he had the bags of food, and walk up to his front door left open, of course he panicked, what if something bad happens to you,he blame himself, they know they should of put cameras in the house, they expected it your just confused,this is you new home now, you just didn't settle in yet, cause they didn't do anything wrong, they look down to the ground at you footprints of cause he knows it leads to Woods.

"oh darling you must be afraid what if some pervert is out there forcing themselves on you" that thought snap them into a red rage grabbed there axe, and off they went you don't have to keys to his van so he guessed were you can be trying to get back to that crappy apartment, so the nearest place he can think of,

"Ding dong" the door slides open your hiding in the office you flinch eveytime the door opens, thinking if it's him,

The boss spoke up "don't worry l called the police there on there way in 20 minutes"

You nod the employee had to work,the sheriff spoke up "so describe him?"

A tall lanky man with long black hair skinny with blue eyes who entered the patrol station, axe behind his back ,looking around, until his craze eyes met the cashier, he walk up to her

"Welcome sir" she looks out the window his van is parked in the wrong spot

"Um excuse have you seen a y/n there this height" he used his free hand to describe there height

"Uh no sorry sir not at all" she got nervous holy shit is that the kidnapper the person was talking about she can't freak out she sweating when she lies,

The retired sheriff walk out he stood in place to see the exact description of what they told him he cough up "sir l need to ask you what you doing?"

"TELL ME WERE ARE THEY WERE IS MY Y/N" he pulled out his axe he scowl

You cower under the table shaking crying the boss stand at the door blood curdling screaming terrified the poor man to freeze

Blood so much blood, he slice of the head of the worker, cut right trough her throat, she gurgling on her own blood airways slice expose, he cut open the old man stomach guts dropping to floor in a "squelch", and strangulated him with his own intestines,"HAHEHAAHEHEAHHAHAAHHAHHHAAH!!" Loud manic unrestrained laugh laced with sadism

he was pissed off, he spat on there corpses, he's drenched in blood he looks up hunched shoulders head twitchs, dots as eyes,he smiles showing off those sharp teeth, he sees a person in terror, at the office door closed, with a small window a click a lock he laughed mockingly he runs at the door swing his axe at the window a "squelch" the axe split the boss face in half he pulled his axe out as the body slump agenst the door,

You couldn't help you panic crying in fear you lying in a sitting tucked up position,he speaks at the other side of the door

"Oh don't fear my precious darling these..t.these FUCKING DISGUSTING VERMIN...won't hurt you and won't be in our way...my darling~" He whispes sickly sweet to calm, for this situation he puts his hand through the broken glass to unlock the door it clicks you weeping louder knowing your doom

He pushed the corpse with the door and walked in axe dragging next to him with a blood trails

You hold your breath as you still hidden under the table crying softly, you saw black jeans legs ,walking with the axe your going to die,it stopped at the desk with a pause, and bent down ,face to face, to this crazed lovesick face dripping with blood, it smiles and reaching out a blood soaked hand, to caressing you face, you flinch he frowns softly"shhhh its okay my darling they can't hurt you anymore come on out my love l carry you l know how squeamish you are so burrow you face in my shirt even if it soaked in blood or just cover your eyes with you hands"

You still stuck in fear, tears running down freely, he reaches his hands out to be behind you back,to not drag out with you feet ,he looks down at your feet it's bleeding, "gasp my darling how could you do this to yourself your bleeding this is horrible your hurt my beloved l must carry you" he picked you up,you covered you eyes, as he walked out, with you held bridal style,he opened his van and place you on the passenger seat, he puts on your seatbelt and reaching over you, he grabs rope, he ties your limbs up in rope,untill he's confident in tying you up, he walked back to the petrol station in the office and wipe all video footage and turned them off, and pick up his axe off the blood covered floor, and walk out to his van, he opened the back van door, and place his axe, he "grumbling" on how much he needed to clean his van and the seats now

He hops in the driver seat, and looks at you with a loving smile, as you crying softly to yourself curled into the door.

"Oh my darling you test me next time lm putting a collar on you your lucky you didn't piss me off enough to use a shock collar lm not cruel just don't force me darling oh and lm washing you up maybe we shower together~"he winks and giggles, he started the van and drove home.

[Honestly l was thinking of gray man when writing this]

[woodscout-imagines]

kissing distance

request? : nope

x? : petrol x male!reader (thought I’d cater to any male readers❤️)

scenario : just some soft times between the lovers.

extra : cussing!

the sounds of birds chirping echoed through the silent camp.

it was early morning, and (y/n) had gotten up in order to have some alone time. he was mainly just wandering around the camp, lost in his own thoughts. that was, until his love able boyfriend had scooped him up.

originally (y/n) screamed, thrashing until he recognized the way the strangers back felt, the way the arms looked, and the strange silence. “petrol!” something about this says this happens often.

the boy spun around in the other’s arms, smiling brightly at the sight of his freckled-lover. “you scared me.” he leaned forward and kissed his forehead, before being set down. instinctively, he wrapped his arms around petrol’s right arm, and they began to walk around the camp together this time.

when they got to the lake, (y/n) got the bright idea of grabbing a rock, and skipping it against the water. it skipped twice before sinking into the murky lake. petrol simply smirked and did the same, it skipping about four times. (y/n) poured and crossed his arms. “how are you so good!?” he exclaimed. stephan chuckled, walking over to his boyfriend, still smirking, and skipping another rock in front of him, which went just as far as his last one.

(y/n) scrunched his face. “y’know, you talk mad shit for someone in kissing distance.” this called for a confused look from his boyfriend, and (y/n) simply closed the (long/short) distance between them, capturing petrol in a kiss. almost immediately, long arms wrapped around (y/n), pulling him even closer, until-

“hey, lovebirds! it’s too damn early for this!”

[chucksfavouriteprophet]

The Intrusion - Chapter 15

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Our dysfunctional family come together to embrace a second chance at life together and take a more positive outlook on the future.

Word count: 1,119

Warnings: decapitation, body disposal

A/N: This is the final part of this series, which I've had a blast writing. I'm so grateful to those who have been following along, and I've loved reading your comments and reactions. I hope you're satisfied with the ending!

| SIX MONTHS LATER |

"Y/N, catch!" Dean hollered as he threw the machete across the room and you caught it effortlessly, using the momentum of the catch to swing it neatly across the vampire's neck. With a cry, its body fell like a sack of potatoes, while its head rolled to the side. You continued to thrash at the sister vamp, giving her a few punches before you had her pinned against the wall in a position to take her head off.

Glancing up, you noticed Sam getting swamped by the latest arrivals to the nest, so you lunged his direction, kicking the male vamp down and stamping on his back. This gave Sam the chance to break free, tearing the head off another animal before working with you to destroy the one tucked under your booted foot.

"Looks like thats it," the younger Winchester wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead and you nodded, looking around with a satisfied pout. Sure, the scene was messy; blood soaked the walls of the barn, and pieces of vamp were everywhere, but it was nice to know that was your doing.

"You good?" you glanced back at Dean, who was wiping spit off his face with a look of disgust that made you chuckle.

"Man those creatures are gross," he grumbled, and you turned back to the scene.

"Better get cleaning up," Sam raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes, scooping up the heads that were scattered around and leaving the boys to do the heavy lifting and haul the bodies outside. An hour later, a nice sized grave had been dug up behind some trees, and what remained of the creatures was tossed inside.

"You wanna do the honours?" Dean held out his zippo and you looked at him wide-eyed, not quite believing your luck. Before he could take it back, you snatched it off him, stepping forward to hover over the bodies. Sam finished dowsing them in petrol, and you flicked the lighter, taking a moment to admire the rippling flame before dropping it on the corpses. You couldn't help but grin down at them as they burned, the heat of the fire making you perspire.

"We go through way too many of those things," Dean grumbled, pissed at having to part with yet another lighter, but smiled once he saw the joy on your face.

"That was a good one," you were chuffed as you attempted to run a hand through your ruffled-up hair, eagerly accepting a beer and joining the brothers on the hood of the Impala. Warming yourselves with the fuel of burning vampires, you cheered to another successful hunt, one of many in the past few months. Any worry that three was a crowd no longer bothered you, as it was obvious the dynamic was untouchable.

Your fighting skills had really improved since you were given the all-clear from your injuries, Cas having healed you fully a week or so after you woke up, and Dean forcing you to stay on bedrest for a few days after that. Since then, you'd thrived in the hunting world, diving straight in and getting hands on. At first, Dean was hesitant and incredibly protective of you, constantly making sure you weren't injured. You knew the Demon fight had effected him bad - once he was no longer scared he might hurt your wounds even more, you'd moved into the same room together and more than often you were forced to wake him from nightmares about that night. There were times when you spent hours cradling him, rocking him back to sleep and reassuring him you were okay. It certainly wasn't an unfair exchange though, as it had taken a while for you to adjust as well, often jumping at any loud noise and becoming too scared to even go outside. You hadn't visited your mother and sister's graves in weeks, and when you finally did, you cried for hours on end in Dean's arms. Thankfully, he'd taken his time with you, encouraging you to go back to the place you'd almost died to reflect. Now, every week, he and sometimes Sam joined you to place flowers and update your family on what had happened in your lives over the past few days.

While on bedrest, you'd gone into research mode, and now you rivalled Sam with your knowledge of the lore. The boys were certainly more the muscle of the operation, but your brains were vital and you could for sure pack a mean punch. Together, you were a brilliant team and had been having great success on recent hunts. Crowley had gone into hiding, but that didn't bother you much. The less you heard from the guy the better as far as you were concerned.

"Hey, you alright?" Dean's arm snaking round your waist jogged you out of your thoughts, and you smiled at him, reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm good, just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" you nuzzled into his shoulder as he pulled you in closer.

"This. Us. The future. How things have changed. How I love it."

He snorted and took a sip of beer. "I love it too. I think we compliment each other quite well on the field."

"And in the bedroom," you added under your breath and he chuckled.

"That too, of course."

The fire had died down and the air was crisp. As you finished the last of the beers, the three of you gave a nod that it was time to pack up and head back to the bunker. You gave Sam a hug before embracing Dean tightly.

"See you at home, sweetheart," he kissed you passionately, making your hairs stand on end. No matter how many times he did, it would always send sparks through your body.

"Drive safe boys," you called over your shoulder as you turned away, reaching for your helmet.

"I'll race ya," Dean winked as he climbed in Baby's drivers seat, and you smirked.

"If you dare." You spun around, pulling on your gloves as you settled into the seat of your newly refurbished Harley, giving the engine a loud rev for good measure. You paused for a second, closing your eyes and taking in the moment of bliss. Then, you kicked up the stand, spinning the bike round and zooming past your boyfriend and his brother, who beeped in protest. With a smile permanently planted on your face, you sped down the empty highway into a sunset that promised whisky and gunpowder dreams at your perfect home.

A home you shared with your new family whose intrusion had changed your life forever.

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[cathey-winchester-666]

Mikey x Mechanic!Reader

Summary: A list of headcanons about Mikey's relationship with his mechanic. Gn!Reader (I didn't bother to read through, please let me know if I messed up the pronouns!!)

Warnings: Swearing, some violence, mentions of kidnapping??? (but it's just a joke), reader is a badass

How you first meet:

The first time you two meet, it is because he's somehow managed to damage his bike.

Like, to the point where all of the mechanics he goes to are like:

"Dude, this is unfixable"

"There's nothing I can do to help you now"

"I'm afraid you're just going to have to buy a new one"

And he' getting increasingly frustrated, but still refuses to give up

But then, one of them goes:

"Hey, I might know someone that can help"

And they give the address of this small, rundown shop in the middle of nowhere

At first they think it's deserted and they're ready to go back to that mechanic and give them a piece of their mind

But then the sound of a long string of cuss words comes from within

So Mickey and Draken go in further to investigate and find you,

Stuck head first inside the bonnet of the car

And they're both thinking:

"Seriously, this is the one supposed to help us."

But then they pull you out of the engine and turn you to face the bike, explaining the hopeless situation

You take one look and go:

"Yup! Sounds like challenge!"

And instantly get to work

Whilst working:

During the time that you're spent fixing the bike, Mikey is a constant visitor

And it hits a point where you hear footsteps and, without even looking up, you instantly go:

"No Mikey, I already told you, the bike isn't ready yet."

But the footsteps don't stop

And now all 5 feet of his badass blonde hair is breathing on your collarbone

"Mikey, I can't concentrate with you breathing down my neck like that."

"Right, sorry."

And he pulls away.

But only a little bit.

And now he's breathing on the back of your shoulder.

"Mikey!"

"Alright! Alright!"

He pulls away and goes to sit down on a stool so he can watch you work

His dark eyes follow every little move you make

He flinches every time the bike makes a sound it doesn't usually

And you have to sigh and reassure him that everything is fine

Constantly explaining what you're doing as you're working

Without even realising you're using smart engineering language that he doesn't even remotely understand

but he listens anyway because he's starting to like the sound of your voice

Sometimes Draken will come over and you'll get to use your proper engineering language because he's able to keep up with what you're saying

You'll also sometimes teach him some new stuff he didn't know before

He also helps out with the stuff that he does understand, so the process goes a lot faster

Mikey sits there all jealous because you two are getting along so well and you're really enthusiastic about whatever it is that you're talking about that he doesn't understand

He wants to stop you two but he also can't get involved in the conversation because he has no idea what you're talking about and he's trying to hide he's obvious jealousy

Draken 100% knows

Some nights, Mikey even stays at the workshop with you

There's a small couch in the corner of the garage that he sleeps on

You used to have to call Draken to come pick him up

Now, you just throw a spare blanket over his exhausted form

One night, you even brushed a piece of blond hair away from his face and his nose scrunched up very cutely before he leaned in slightly to your touch

Cue you having an absolute seizure over how cute this man is when he's all relaxed and passed out

Anywho

Whilst fixing the bike, there would definitely be moments when he would hop up and lean over your working space

You would look at him

Give a small smile and ask

"Do you want to give it a go?"

Cue the biggest, brightest, happiest smile on his face as he enthusiastically picks up the closest tool on hand

Which is often not even remotely the right one

And you fall even further as you try to explain, in the most basic terms humanly possible, how to go about fixing this area of the bike

When trouble comes a-knocking:

Being affiliated with the leader of the Toman gang

Trouble is naturally going to find you

Especially when news gets out that you're the only one capable of fixing the leader's most precious and prized possession

His bike

Luckily for you, you're a certified badass

The first group that came in looking for trouble was a rather small one

However, you know the kind of neighbourhood you live in

And you always do research on your clients so you know what you're getting yourself into

You knew this would happen

And you came prepared. ;)

So when they first rocked up at your door

You came at them, all guns blazing

You ever seen Home Alone (if not, I totally recommend)

Well, it was basically like that

T R A P S

All the classics

Hot iron in the face

Marbles and nails on the floor

Paint can to the head

Glue and feathers

And then the more deadly ones

Kerosene, oil or petrol (you work in a garage my dudes, there's never a short supply) and then once they're soaked, an innocent match has them screaming to get away

For this next one, you need a layout of the building

There is a second level, which is all but busted and destroyed, you've laid out planks along the ground of the second level and you know which parts are safe

Through the holes in the floor, you can drop all sorts of things

Hammers

Poles

Wrenches

Rats and mice

Childhood trauma

You name it

And if anyone makes it to the second level, chances are, they'll end up falling through the floor

If they realise where it is safe to stand, keep in mind, you're super ripped from working machinery all day every day

And you've been practicing where it's safe to stand on this roof for a fight for as long as you can remember

Moving up there is second nature to you, an instinct, if you will

But it's all completely new to them

And, if I hadn't mentioned it before, you're a badass

So, by the time Mikey and his crew rock up at the garage, ready to take on a small army,

You've already got the entire enemy gang on the floor crying and begging for mercy whilst you stand over them, confidently swinging a mallet with a menacing grin on your face

And Mikey finds himself falling for you, just that little bit more

Once the bike is finished:

Once you've finally finished the bike

Mikey is instantly at your side

And you take a step back as he slowly examines every little section of the bike

And he's in awe

Not just because it's a spitting image of the real thing

But because it still has all the memories

The scratch from when he and Draken thought it was a good idea to attempt riding in the forest

That one time he tried to flirt with a lady by leaning on his bike, and inevitably knocked it over

All those little things

And you'd managed to keep them

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK-"

God, it takes forever to finally shut him up

"So, how much do I owe you?"

You'd thought about your answer to this for a while and finally come to the conclusion of what you really wanted out of this

"Well that depends, how much are you willing to pay?"

"Anything. You can't put a price on this bike, I assure you."

"Well in that case."

With a final deep breath, you place a hand on your hip and cock it, pointing a finger at Mikey's face

"I'd like to work as your gang's permanent mechanic!"

His reply startles you

"You heard them, Pah-chin, the kidnapping is off."

There's an audible sigh from behind you and the mentioned male slumps out from the shadows, a felt bag and some rope in hand

"... and this is???"

You turn to ask Mikey

"Well it was going to be a kidnapping."

A dejected Pah-chin answers for the blonde

Bitch, I beg your pardon, it was going to be a what now

"You were planning to KiDnAp mE???"

"Welcome to Toman!"

He cheers as he wheels his fixed bike out of the shop

"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!"

[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P7 (JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader)

Part 7

Summary; Barry pulls a gun on the group of six. JJs actions cause a fight in the group and a strain on his relationship. JJ doesn’t believe he’s good enough for the reader with the past his father created on his name.

Warning(s); Guns, alcohol, couple fighting, break up, mentions of abuse. Another part added on at the end that is not shown in the show.

A/N; I am LOVING how this story is turning out and the attention it’s getting. Three chapters posted in two days!!! I’m on a roll and I’m loving it!!

Taglist; @bibliophilewednesday @sexualparkour @jjpouggues @poguestyle17

“Seriously? Cops?”

“Please tell me you didn’t bring the gun,” Kiara pleas, JJ glaring up from the backpack he held,

“Of course I didn’t bring the fucking gun, Y/N told me to leave it back at the Chateau,”

“And I’m glad I did,” You hiss, watching suddenly as a gun is pointed at John B, your eyes widening at the masked man,

“Get out of the car,” He- Barry- snarls, jabbing the gun forward before motioning to you and your friends in the back seat, “Every fucking one of you, get out of the fucking car!”

With quick, feared nods, everyone clambers out of the van, Barry’s eyes lingering long enough on you to cause JJ to protectively move in front of you, jaw clenched when Barry jabs the gun into his face,

“On the ground!” Barry demands, “On your goddamn hands and knees! Down!”

You miss the way JJs hands grasps at your wrist as you and the five others drop into the dirt and grass. Barry ducks into the van, your heart in your ears in fear as John B slowly snuck to the cop car Barry came in.

“John,” You whisper yell, panicked as John B held his finger to his lips, “John B, get the hell back over here,”

You force yourself to hold your breath as Barry departs back to his car with the gold. and with swift motions, John B has hit Barry upside the head, JJ and Pope have jumped up, and Barry now laid against the car with a busted nose.

“I know this piece of shit!” JJ shouts, when John B pulls down Barry’s mask, “He’s a base head!”

“Probably knows my brother,” Sarah heaves, JJ muttering about how Barry sold coke to his father.

“Look, I couldn’t hurt any single one of y’all!” Barry snips, narrowing his eyes at you where you stood between John B and JJ.

Quickly, JJ lunges Barry’s gun into Barry’s face so the man fell unconscious, your hand grabbing at the front of JJs shirt to pull him away as John B took the gun,

“Baby!” You soothe, JJs now dark blue eyes moving away from Barry, to you, “Calm down,”

“Did you not see the looks he’s giving you?” JJ hisses, leaning down with his finger jabbed at the man on the floor, “I’m not going to just let him!”

“But I’m okay,” You raise your hands to his face, feeling JJ exhale against your touch and his shoulders drop, “He didn’t hurt me,”

JJ pulls his head back and looks down at Barry’s license in his hand. When did he get that? “We have one more stop to go,” He mutters, moving back to the van as your brows pinch, “Let’s go see where this son of a bitch lives,”

“Welcome to Crackhead Wasteland,”

“I don’t know about this man,” Pope peers out the window to the van, to the home of Barry.

“Dude, why are we at Barry’s?” John B grumbles, JJ climbing out of the drivers seat,

“This’ll only take a second,”

“Jesus Christ,” You push up from the floor of the van, moving after your blonde boyfriend, “JJ, think about what you’re doing,”

“I’ve already thought it through, baby,” JJ turns to walk backwards so he could face you, “Yo soy justicia,”

“I didn’t understand a single bit of that,” You cross your arms, watching as he began to rummage through cabinets, glancing over your shoulder when John B steps in after,

“Yeah, so what’s your plan, slick?”

“Well,” JJ hums, “As thou hath stealth from us, we shall stealeth from ye,”

“JJ, this isn’t right, and you know it,” You call, John B moving past you to grab at JJs shirt,

“Yeah, that’s great, JJ. But what happens after you rob a drug dealer, huh? He knows who we are!”

“I’m not scared of this guy,” JJ scoffs, and you clench your jaw as he moves to the back room- Barry’s room, calling out,

“There we go!”

“JJ Maybank!” You scold, watching him dump a bag of cash onto Barry’s bed. Taking his wrist, you- with all your strength- turn JJ to face you, “I’m not going to let you make a decision you’ll regret. You already got arrested this past week! I can’t-,” You pause, inhaling, “I can’t watch you get put back in that cop car,”

“Baby, nothings going to happen to me,” JJ pats your cheek, and you raise your blurry eyes to the roof in defeat as he turns back to count the money.

“Alright, look at me,” John B demands, grabbing JJs shoulders, “If you keep going down this road, you’re gonna end up just like your dad-,”

JJ is quick to shove John B into the wall next to him, your lips parted to call out to both males, “You watch your mouth, man. Aren’t you tired of being messed with?”

“That’s not the point, JJ,”

“Cause I am,” With a final pat, JJ releases John B to step out of the house. Your eyes meet John Bs, fluttering shut before you quickly follow after the blonde.

“All right, so we’re looking at five grand each for reparations for putting us through that bullshit,”

“So that’s what we’re doing now? We’re robbing drug dealers?” Kiara asks, looking at you, “Why are you letting him do this?”

“If you think I’m just allowing this, your head is too far up your ass,” You move around John B, “JJ, if you know what’s good for you-,” You quickly pull the bag of money, JJ turning with just as tight of a grip so you were both holding it, “Fucking listen to me,”

“I’m listening,” JJ raises his eyebrows, eyes flicking between yours as your brows furrow,

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” You breathe, JJ rolling his eyes before you tug the bag so he looked at you again, “I’m just trying to keep you out of trouble-,”

“And I’m trying to protect you!” JJ hisses, your eyes squinting, “I’m not going to let some douchebag look at you, or point a fucking gun at you,” JJ tugs the bag from your grasp, “I’m not putting it back,”

“JJ, if you don’t put that money back, we’re done,” You heave, dryly, watching JJ pause and stare at you, “I’m serious, J. I love you, but I’m not going to watch you pull yourself down when I’m trying to bring you up,”

“Fine,” JJ murmurs, shifting the bag onto his shoulder before he turns, beginning to walk down the driveway, “Guess we’re done,”

Your lips part to suck in a deep breath, eyes tearing up so JJs figure blurred, raising your hands to cover your face. “Goddamn it,”

“Look, he’ll come around, okay?” You let your puffy eyes look up at John B across the table, “He’s doing a JJ thing,”

“Think he’ll go home?”

“There’s a zero percent chance that he did,” You shift in your seat, inhaling a deep breath, “What if that was it?” At the strain in your voice, John B looks up at you and frowns, “What if we’re really broken up?”

“JJ loves you,” Pope states, “Way too much to let you go that easily. Just… hopefully he’ll be back in his right mind by tomorrow night,”

“JJ?”

You don’t know whether to be glad that he’s alive, or angry of the fact that he’s currently sitting in a hot tub with a glass of alcohol.

Both. Definitely both.

“What the hell did you do?” Pope asks, roughly, JJ sliding his sunglasses down his nose that makes you question why he even has them on at ten o’clock at night.

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now,” JJ giggles, and you can visibly tell he’s already overly tipsy, “Y’all should get in, you hear me?”

“How much did this cost?” Pope asks, JJ humming behind his glass of alcohol,

“Well,” JJ slurs, “With the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery, pretty much all of it, yeah,”

“All of it?” You breathe, JJ nodding and finally looking at you, “You spent all of it in one day? JJ!”

“Yeah! So what? I mean- come on, you only live once, baby!” JJ watches you flinch at the nickname, “Oh. That’s right. You broke it off with me because I was trying to get payback,”

“I was doing it for the good of us,” You exhale, JJ raising his arms from the water,

“Look where it got me!” JJ stands up, your gasp audible when your eyes land on the bruises and cuts littered across his chest and stomach, “I’m sorry I didn’t help some charity, or pay off the restitution! I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you, Y/N. I’m sorry I’m not what you wanted!”

“JJ-,” Pope and Kie watch as you force your flats off your feet, moving to the edge of the hot tub before climbing in. Your clothes stick to your skin as soon as you pull JJ against you, his arms instantly wrapping around your back to pull you tighter to his bare chest, exhaling a breathy sob that clutches your heart strings,

“Baby, you are what I want,” You rush, whispering against his ear as your fingers rake through his damp hair, “You are everything I want. You are good for me, good to me,”

You lean back, hands caressing his face so your eyes met his teary blues, “I love you so, so much. I hate seeing you in pain, I never want to be the cause of that pain. I want to take away that pain, baby,”

JJ coughs out another sob, forehead dropping against yours as your thumbs smooth across his cheekbones, drawing his lips to press against your own.

“I’m sorry,” JJ repeats, twice, dropping his head onto your shoulder as he finally began to break down, “I can’t take him anymore! I can’t- he says things about you and how I’m only going to drag you down, and I can’t help but believe him!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, tightening your arms around his neck before you feel Kie and Pope move in after you, enveloping you both in a large embrace.

“He okay?”

You look away from the trees above you. Like the night prior, you and JJ lay in the same hammock, only JJs grip is tighter- reassuring himself that you really are there.

“He’s calm,” You correct, voice breathy as Kiara moves to the hammock beside you.

She watches as JJs face in tucked against your neck, lips parted with soft breaths as he slept. Your fingers took turns carding through his hair, and stroking the side of his face.

“Did you know he was going through that?” Kie asks, quietly, “With his dad?”

Although you nod, you let your eyes flutter shut as JJs arms tighten subconsciously around your waist, “I didn’t think it was this bad,” You whisper, “He never tells me these kind of things,”

“Well maybe he will, now,” Kie smiles, weakly, where you nod enough to not wake the blonde, “You going to be okay here with him tonight?”

Another nod, and Kie nods back, standing up with a small wave and a silent goodnight. Tilting your head, you let your lips settle against JJs warm forehead, resting your head against his as your eyes begin to get heavy with sleep.

[yangrr]

incoming fog

⇾ pairing : txt’s choi line x f!reader

⇾ summary : the horror movies weren’t lying,but you were not stupid either.

⇾ wc : 1k

⇾ genre/warnings : halloween special

The soft purrs of the engine were loud against the silence of the desolated stretch of fields,twinkling of the merry stars served little to no purpose in shedding light.Headlights were turned on full-beam,as a tired Soobin blinked blearily with futile attempts of keeping his head clear.Soft murmurs of your conversation with Beomgyu was lullaby to his ears,accompanied with the crackling of the bag of chips that Yeonjun was indulging in.Fortunately enough,the road was straight and he didn't have to think much,just mindless driving with foot on the pedal at a steady pace.

“Do you wanna switch or anything?”Beomgyu asked,poking his head through the gap between the front seats. “Yeonjun and I can always take turns again,you've been driving for over 4 hours.”

Yeonjun had kickstarted the trip by a 2-hour drive,then Beomgyu with an hour.You didn't contribute much other than making lively chatter to keep everyone awake,passing snacks and water around whenever needed.Soobin,the ever caring unofficial leader of your little friend group insisted to drive after that,and he was adamant to get there before sunset.But a late headstart and many wrong turns later,the four of you drove into the ink-black night,hoping to reach the cabin soon.

But as the path continued on and on with no road signs or buildings,you were starting to worry.

“Nah,all's good,”Soobin said,voice hoarse and dry from fatigue. “I'm sure we'll reach soon.”There was a clipped edge to his tone,letting his doubts slip when his eyes darted nervously to the map he was following and finally to the rearview mirror to meet Beomgyu's concerned ones.

“Maybe there is something wrong with the map.”Yeonjun finally said. “The turns we were making are leading us deeper and deeper into this place,which we barely know anything about.We're just putting ourselves in danger at this rate.”

Your palms pressed against your warm thighs,remnants of sweat collecting between the two surfaces despite the cool air-conditioning.You had the lingering feeling that something was off,and voiced out your thoughts to Yeonjun then.He merely nodded,but that was when the sun was out--bustling markets with mouthy ladies,loud chirps of birds and friendly smiles from the locals.Now when it was night,your fears were magnified further,but you kept your mouth shut.It was not because you wanted to put on some brave facade,but the thought of uttering nonsensical theories were pointless.You just don't see any good in planting fright in your friends' minds.

Yet,you found yourself agreeing with Yeonjun's comments. “We were on the road for at least 8 hours now.The brochure clearly said it would take around 5.”

Soobin sighed,pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Should we stop?There isn't anywhere here for us to crash for the night.”

Beomgyu leaned back into the seat,exhaling a breath he didn't know he was holding.The atmosphere ws tensed,discomfort written over your faces as Soobin slowly pulled over to the side of the road.He turned to you,eyebrows scrunched together in apprehension as he studied your face carefully before speaking.

“If we were to spend a night in the car,would you be okay with it?If you're really uncomfortable you can say something.”

“I'm okay with it,”You stopped mid-sentence,about to continue but your throat constricted the airway,causing you to choke on nothing.Your eyes widened at what you noticed,, “And there's no reason to go on in this weather.”You gestured outside,environment blurred by thick fog swirling around the vehicle.It was almost impossible to penetrate through even with the highest settings of lights,plummeting any hope of continuing further that night.

“Is it even safe here?”Beomgyu exclaimed,palms pushing against the cool glass of windows. “It was clear just a minute ago!”

“When did the mist even settle in?”Yeonjun questioned,frowning at the heavy haze.

The shivers up your spine was cold,like icy fingers of the lake rubbing onto the knobs of your bones.The unsettling feeling in your guts weren’t felt by you only,as the boys began shifting uneasily in their places.

“I locked the doors.We are going to stay in the car for now.”Soobin stated.His normally calm demeanor had an evident crack,balls of his feet bouncing up and down in jittery movements.

The hammering of your heart was loud against your chest,as you subconsciously shuffled closer to Beomgyu.You clutched on to the hem of his white shirt,feeling his thumb patting your knuckles comfortingly.The rings adorning his fingers were a stark contrast against your feverish skin,adrenaline coursing strongly through your veins despite not moving.

“Do you think the petrol will last?”

You heard Soobin whisper to Yeonjun.The older male shrugged,chewing his chapped bottom lip in distress.

“If the air-cond is turned on,we’re gonna waste more of it.”

“I bought an extra can back at the station,”Beomgyu interjected. “It should be enough for us to go back.”

A few more minutes of absolute stillness prolonged,each alert and cautious.Your ears were perked to catch any noise that was out of the ordinary,and with the grim faces of the boys,you knew they were doing the same.

“Watching horror movies would pay off,huh?”Beomgyu hummed near your ear.His breath tickled,lips tugging into a light smile.

“No one would be stupid enough to do what the characters do in horror movies.”

“There isn’t anything horror about this,I think we just took the wrong map”Soobin mused. “Just calm down,everything would be alright in the morning.”

Maybe his words played fate,or maybe he jinxed it.

But you were sure the faraway engine sputters of a truck were not a figment of your hallucinations.

“I can’t see anything.”Yeonjun trailed off,hands tightened into fists.

The sultry thrums of the larger motor right outside of your safe little bubble was enticing,the thought of getting out of the stuffy car into a nice spacious room to rest your aching bones in hot water sounded great in your head.But you were not dumb.There was no purpose taking the risk of getting into places with strangers you knew nothing about.

“The doors are locked right?”Beomgyu’s voice trembled.

The fog was thick,but not thick enough to hide the black-clad approaching figures.

[fortune-fool02]

Pencils and Paintbrushes

Kakyoin Noriaki x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Please enjoy.

[Name] stared at the blank canvas in front of her, the tip of the pencil in her hand barely touching it. Nothing. Normally, whenever [Name] so much as picked a pencil up, she would have sparks of ideas flowing through her head as to what to draw; but nothing even flickered in her mind. 

It had been a couple of days since [Name] had time to relax and draw, yet the canvas before her remained blank. Pulling the pencil away, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to relax her muscles and clear her mind, hoping that may have some affect. It didn’t. 

She set her pencil down and grabbed her phone, maybe if she searched some themes she would find something that sparked her inspiration. A handful of minutes passed of flicking through different ideas and themes but she had no drive from any of them. Not even a glimmer of an idea. 

Plopping on the chair, she huffed a little. The urge to draw anything swirled around inside of [Name] but she had no clue what to draw, leaving her somewhat irritated at this little situation.

A knock at the door caught her attention, “[Name], can I come in?” Kakyoin asked. As an artist himself, Kakyoin knew that sudden distractions can knock someone off their flow and struggle to regain it again. 

“Yeah, you can.” He did as told, walking by her side to see the canvas blank as if just bought from the shop. His brow furrowed light, glancing at the [Hair colour] female. 

“Is something wrong?” he asked her. Normally, she had no trouble when it came to drawing, and she has been in here for about an hour just staring at the canvas. She only huffed, spinning a pencil between her fingers from boredom. 

“I can’t think of anything to draw. But I want to draw something.” she told him. 

The red haired male glanced between the canvas and the pencils laid out on the table beside her, his hand brought to his chin in thought. An idea popped into his head. 

“How about we draw something together?” he suggested to her. Neither of them had anything to do for the rest of he day and he wanted to spend time with her; they both loved drawing so it was perfect. 

[Name] looked up at him, her mind tossing the suggestion back and forth before nodding. “Sure.” 

***

Time ticked by, minutes passing by whilst [Name] and Kakyoin searched through different medias to find something that sparked both of them. They flicked through different types of themes and art styles, ranging from abstract to pointillism to sketch art. 

Soon enough, the two artists were longing around, thinking of anything. [Name] twirled a paintbrush around her fingers, tossing a glance over at Kakyoin who seemed miles away in thought. Her [Eye colour] eyes widened at the scene before her, inspiration igniting in her like a match thrown into a can of petrol. Quickly, she shot upright and turned to the canvas, pencil in hand, and sketched a rough outline of Kakyoin laying on the floor with a pillow under his head. 

He noticed her sudden movement and began to sit up, “Don’t move, Kakyoin!” she suddenly shouted, pointing the end of her pencil at him. Kakyoin froze, slowly lowering himself back down to let her continue with whatever image she was scribbling away, a smile on his lips. It was nice to see [Name] happy and excited when it came to drawing, as it was something she took pride in. 

After a few minutes, she finished the rough sketch of Kakyoin and turned to him. “Okay, this is the idea I had.” she started, gaining his attention. “We use both our art styles to draw one picture. I drew you then you draw me, but I’ll colour me and you’ll colour yourself?” She suggested with a light shrug of her shoulders. 

Kakyoin thought. She and he did have different art styles as her’s was more clean and sharp whilst his was a little more rough and smooth; their colouring preferences were similar to this. He loved the idea. 

“That sounds interesting.” The two swapped places but Kakyoin told [Name] to sit up rather than lay down. He quickly drew the outline of [Name] with her knees pulled to her chest with one arm wrapped around her knees and the other hovering over his chest. 

The two continued doing this, as well as adding any extra details they wanted until the drawing was finished:

Kakyoin laid beside [Name] whose hand hovered over his chest, a pale blue rose hanging from her hand gently with its vines curling around an emerald that seemed to be coming from Kakyoin chest. Both of them smiling lightly in the drawing. 

When Kakyoin asked her if the blue rose represented anything, she told him:

“It’s meant to represent my Stand healing you. The entire drawing itself is a way to remind you that, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side to heal you in any way I can.” 

Kakyoin does not think he has ever felt more in love with her than he did in that moment.    

[monstersandmaw]

Whoop! It's week three of Mermay somehow!! And it's time for a female monster. It's been ages since I've written a female non-human (or a male reader), so I'm anxious to see if you enjoy this one too - it's a long one at nearly 8k! Although the reader is male, and there is an nsfw scene, the rest of the story is relatively gender neutral.

Contents: male reader on a long road trip in his van, and makes a stop in Evergreen Glade, a town about 150 miles from Starfall Springs. He meets a really big centaur, a very beautiful woman, and goes for drinks with her... After finding out something about her that he wasn't expecting, he decides to leave the next day and head on to Starfall Springs, only to realise his mistake... Fluff, story, angst, and nsfw. Words: 7982

Next up will be a male orca mer, and if anyone remembers him, it's Viggo from sharkman Tai's story (Tumblr link). Hope you're keen for that too (it'll be for all tiers).

Preview:

You reached for your thermos mug, only to remember that it was empty - and had been for the last fifty miles - and you growled.

Van life was… not quite as romantic as the Instagrammers and YouTubers made it out to be, that was for sure. It was cold, at times a little bit sketchy, dirty, and really fucking exhausting. Sure, you’d had some of the best experiences of your life since setting out on this somewhat insane road trip, but you’d also hit some pretty low times too.

Last night you’d slept perhaps three hours in total, and the caffeine had long since worn off. Blinking to refresh your prickling eyes, you sighed. A road sign up ahead announced that you were three miles from a place called ‘Evergreen Glade’, and on a whim, you decided to stop there. You’d planned to try and push on to Starfall Springs, knowing that there was a campsite you could park at with the van, but both you and the van were running on fumes, and you needed to stop.

The road took you through a dense pine forest, emerging at the top of an incline onto the main street of what was obviously a former logging town. There was even a petrol station at that end, so you and the van chugged in and drew up.

With the van refuelled, it was time to see to yourself.

The buildings scrolled past like a beautiful old film set as you drove along the main street, with inviting, hand-painted signs for gallery-cafes and antique shops, quaint little jewellers and shops selling hiking equipment. How every road-tripper passing through this part of the country hadn’t Instagrammed the shit out of this place was a mystery to you, but you parked up your modest old van and hopped out, stretching the pent-up stiffness from your neck and spine.

A gnoll was selling ice creams from a little push-cart on the corner, wearing a cute little pink apron with the company’s logo on, and as a faun and her little girl drew up to order one, you watched them exchange warm, easy-going laughs; clearly this was a community that got along well. A tight anxiety that had been brewing in your chest eased a little. You’d seen enough creepy towns on your trip to know you didn’t want to linger long in another if you didn’t have to.

Pausing beside an inviting gallery and cafe, with bright, white-and-pastel interiors and a variety of art on the walls from traditional to ‘more-wacky-than-you-were-qualified-for’, you let your eyes skim down the menu outside and were surprised to find the prices extremely reasonable. Most artsy places like that charged an arm and a leg for a luke-warm cup of mildly caffeinated froth, but if the giant slab of cake on one patron’s plate was anything to go by, this place seemed more than worth it, and you pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Freshly ground coffee and the enticing scent of sugary pastries and cakes filled the air and instantly your mouth began to water as you joined the back of a short queue to order.

To your surprise, the person standing behind the counter and making drinks was a colossal centaur. If this was indeed an old logging town, he looked like he should be the one hauling the timber down the mountain, but instead, he was artfully making cappuccino froth into a panda for a customer. The juxtaposition was so jarring it almost gave you whiplash.

He had the lower body of a Shire horse, with a glossy black coat and fluffy white feathers which were just visible behind the counter as he moved about, setting the steel pot of frothed milk down and reaching for a plate on which to set a brownie the size of a house brick. He was even clad in a flipping red tartan ‘lumberjack’ shirt, with his long black hair tied back into a scruffy bun at the nape of his thick neck. His arms were massive too, and obviously and enviably muscled, and around his anvil of a jaw was a close-cropped, dark beard, flecked attractively with white. He nudged the brownie and cappuccino towards an elf waiting at the front, who turned gracefully and headed for a table.

Warm, honey-brown eyes flickered briefly over in your direction as you entered, and you flashed him a quick smile. He jutted his chin upwards by way of a gruff greeting, and then turned back to his work for the woman in front of you who was currently leaning against the rustic, dark-topped wooden bar.

When you saw her, you wondered how on earth you could possibly have missed her, but you’d been so distracted by the unexpected sight of a huge centaur in a dainty, pastel-themed coffee shop that perhaps it was understandable. As she turned to see who the centaur had been looking at, you found your breath catching and your mind stalling. She had to be Fae. White hair fell around her porcelain face in soft waves, coming halfway down her back, and her eyes were large and definitely inhuman somehow, the colour of forget-me-nots and shining with a too-bright glimmer.

Her clothes looked handmade too, perfectly tailored to her body which wasn’t quite as waifish and willowy as you’d first thought. Wearing a loose, white, sleeveless tunic, belted at the waist and ending halfway up her thighs, and ash-grey leggings that disappeared into soft, leather boots, she had toned, strong arms and her shoulders were dappled with beautiful, barely-there freckles.

The centaur caught you staring and scowled a little from behind her, but the young woman only smiled at you.

Her rosebud mouth curled into an extraordinarily pretty smile that left your heart racing, her cheeks dimpling, and then she turned back to take her drink from the centaur and spoke. In a delicately accented voice, she thanked him and wished him and his family well. “I’ll be by tomorrow with those paintings you wanted for the display in the corner,” she added.

The centaur - apparently called Finn - nodded, looking almost as thunderstruck as you felt, but he recovered more quickly.

The Fae woman met your gaze once more and smiled again, nodding. “Hi,” she said as she passed you, and as she left the cafe, it felt like she took all the air out with her.

Read the whole thing right now, along with all the other Mermay stories this month, over on my Patreon!

[petersboyfriendsonofthor]

Safe

Mob!Tom x Male Reader AU

Written for @starksparker‘s summer writing challenge. 

Warnings: language, ethnic slurs (antagonist is a real asshole), violence, graphic injuries, mob/gang violence. (If I forgot to add any please lmk!!) (there’s some fluff at the end don’t worry)

Word Count: ~ 3.2k

Safe

“So tell us, mate, how are things with you and Tom?” Your friend Alfie asks as he slides you a pint from down the bar.

You smile, taking a sip.

“It’s been great,” you say, your smile growing wider. “He’s simply amazing. Such a gentleman, always polite, incredibly supportive, funny, charming. Honestly, it would be easier to list the things I don’t like about him.”  

“Alright then,” Alfie says, leaning into the bar with a grin. “What don’t you like about him?”

“Easy. Nothing,” you say. The boys laugh. “He’s the best there is. The past eight months have been the best time of my life. I honestly don’t know what I would do without him.”

“Aww look!” Lorenzo hoots. “He’s blushing!” Your friends had their laugh while you look down into your glass, cheeks red and warm.

“So tell us,” Alfie says once they settle down. “You getting it good in the sack?”

You cough on your drink, nearly spitting all over the bartender. Lorenzo whistles and claps you on the back.

“Our boy has got to be getting it good, right?”

“I… I uh,” you stammer. “I hardly think that's any of your business!”

“Oh come on, mate!” Lorenzo groans. “We tell you about our girlfriends, it’s time you paid us back with some riveting sexploits of your own!”

“I never ask to hear about your sex life, Lorenzo,” you say, swatting him on the shoulder. “You just never shut up about it. ‘Oh Lorenzo, oh oh oh’ Jesus mate, I’ve seen what you’re packing, and it can’t be enough to make her sound like that every night.”

Alife doubles over in laughter while Lorenzo tries to hide his rosy cheeks. He waves over the bartender and orders more beers.

“Why do I have to take all the heat for this?” Lorenzo asks, taking a pint from the bartender. “Alife boasts just as much as I do.”

“Alfie though,” you say, “Alfie’s got quite the member. Must be from his dad’s side.” You and Lorenzo laugh while Alfie feigns offense.

“Y/n, are you insinuating that I have a big dick just cause I’m half black?” Alfie gasps and clutches at an imaginary pearl necklace. “Could that be racism I sense from my dear old friend?”

“Well, you didn’t get it from your mother!” you fire back. “Also, I’ve seen it first hand. Remember when I walked in on you and Sophie last year? I reckon yours is damn near twice as long soft as Lorenzo’s is standing up!”

Alfie burst again into laughter while Lorenzo hangs his head in defeat. You rub his shoulder to let him know you’re just taking the piss, and offer to buy his next drink. Over Lorenzo’s shoulder, you catch the eye of a large man in a wife beater and leather pants at a nearby table. He and his friends are staring at you, and have been for the past few minutes. You peel your eyes away and throw a smile back on your face.

“But really though,” Alfie says, refocusing your attention. “Is he good to you? Doesn’t hurt you, does he? I’ve heard stories about his temper...”

You were touched that Alfie cared so much. You have been friends for years, having met back in middle school. A rumor had spread that you were the son of Al “the Ray”, a notorious Italian mobster who controlled a nice portion of London and had properties all over Central and Southern England. His name comes from the Italian word “re,” which means king. He inherited the many landed properties in England through some old dynastic claims that connected those old families to your ancestors in the Italian nobility. His grandfather, your great-grandfather, started a street gang in London after the First World War. His brother inherited the family lands and fortunes in Italy, so your great-grandfather decided to strike out on his own. Through blood and sweat he carved out a territory for himself in London and called himself “Il Re,” The King. His sons and grandsons expanded, and the kingdom reached its height under your father, Alonzo.

With a family such as that, it was hardly surprising that you did not have many friends growing up. People were too afraid of your father to get close to you, until Alfie. He started sitting with you at lunch, and from then on you were the best of friends. Your father, who had softened somewhat with age, was so delighted to hear you had made a friend that he saw to it that Alfie’s family had protection and money. Alfie was always looking out for you, as you were just as important to him as he was to you.

“No, I think I’ve actually tamed his temper,” you shake your head. “He would never hurt me.  He is so tender and caring, especially the first few times. You know that I’ve never done it before him, so he was sure to be extra careful with me.”

Alfie smiles. “Glad to hear it, mate. Glad to--”

“Oi!” The man at the other table shouts, startling you and your friends. “If you three fags don’t shut up about your cocks, I’ll cut ‘em off and stick ‘em in your mouths.”

The bar falls silent. Everyone shifts their eyes to you three, awaiting your response. The bartender steps in to buy you some time.

“Easy now, friends, I won’t be having a scene in my pub,” he declares. “These young lads are doing no harm, and I won’t have you threatening them.” He gives you a nod.

“Stay out of this, old man,” growls Biker Dude. “Or have you forgotten who runs the place ‘ere?”

A chill runs down your spine. You turn to Lorenzo, who looks equally as terrified. The bikers rise from their table, six in all, and receive some reinforcements from the pool tables, increasing their count to ten. They advance on the bar, taking their time and sizing the three of you up.

“Alfie, you didn’t tell me this pub was in--”

“I didn’t fuckin know it was in Johnny Rast’s territory,” Alfie panics. “I thought his turf started three blocks west. Thought we were still in Holland’s. Shit, I’m sorry mate.”

“Shut up!” Johnny Rast barks. He is only a few feet away now. The rest of the gang stops, but Johnny keeps walking. He leans in a few inches from your face. You can smell the whiskey on his breath. He flips out a switchblade.

“Now, in my pub, we have certain rules about who can and cannot enter,” he explains, sliding the point of the blade up your shirt. “We don’t allow Degos like you and your friend ‘ere. It's hard to get grease stains out of these leather seats.”

You gulp as his men laugh. Lorenzo’s face is as pale as a ghost. 

“We also don’t like fags,” Johnny continues. He brings the point of the blade up to your neck, lightly dragging it over your soft throat and over your jawline. It finally settles in your eye socket, just under the bone. Your eye is closed and he applies light pressure, making you wince. Your heart is thumping so fast you’re sure he can hear it. He gives the knife a twist, threatening to stab out your eye. All it would take is a little more pressure and out it would come.

“Let him go!” Alfie shouts. Loyal, brave, stupid Alfie. Two men near him seize his arms and drag him before Johnny, who pulls the knife away from your eye. You rub it and let out a breath you weren’t aware you’d been holding.

Johnny punches Alfie in the stomach, doubling him over. One of his captors jerks his head back so that he can meet Johnny’s eye.

“You know,” Johnny says, running his thumb along the edge of his knife. “If there’s one thing I hate more than degos and fags, it’s gotta be stinking, half-breed ni--”

Alfie’s head connects with Johnny’s mouth, stopping him from finishing his slur. He slips out of his captors’ grasp and shoves each of them away. He punches Johnny hard across the face and keeps at him. Lorenzo turns and punches the biker nearest him, but is met with a flurry of blows from the other bikers.

You grab your beer mug and toss its contents in the face of a biker in front of you. You shove it into another’s face and smash in some of his teeth. He screams and grabs his mouth, blood and broken glass slipping between his fingers. You kick the dazed and wet biker into the bleeding one, but that is when your element of surprise wears off. The next two bikers block your punch and one shoves his knee into your groin. You shout and fall to the ground, where they rain fists and steel-toed boots onto your writhing body. You can barely make out Alfie get slashed with Johnny’s knife before being thrown to the ground. Kicks came in from every angle. A steel toe hits the bone above your eye, and another shatters a rib. Someone kicks your kidney and you arch your back out of instinct, opening up your balls and belly to more abuse. Every attempt to rise is met with more punishment, and you feel yourself starting to slip from consciousness.

The blows stop at the pump of a shotgun. The bikers look up behind the bar to see the old bartender holding a pump-action 22-gauge bird hunting shotgun. From far away, this wouldn’t do much damage, but up close it’s enough to tear a man’s head from his shoulders.

“I’ll remember this, old man!” Johnny screams. “You don’t have enough shot in there for all of us. You pull that trigger and you’re dead. Leave us to our business.”

“You idiots really don’t know who that is your kicking?”

The bikers look puzzled.

“That’s the Ray’s son you’re beating, and he’s dating Tom Holland. The Tom Holland. Have you not been listening all evening?! Do you have a fucking deathwish?”

The bikers’ eyes widen in shock. They are a small time gang and can in no way challenge Al the Ray and his Italians, and certainly not if the Ray joined forces with the Hollands.

“I--I--I didn’t know,” Johnny stammers, backing away. “Bloody fuck, I’m sorry sirs I didn’t know I didn’t--”

The doors fly open with a crash as a dozen armed men rush into the pub led by a blond haired man a few years older than you. You manage a weak smile at the sight of your friend Harrison Osterfield, Tom’s right-hand man.

“Take the bikers,” he orders. “And bring in petrol. We need to send a message to anyone who thinks they can get away with jumping a Holland, honorary or otherwise.”

“Haz,” you rasp. “Don’t. Bartender...helped us…” you hack up blood, covering yourself and the floor. Haz rushes to your side.

“Y/n, mate, what did they do to you?” He cradles your head in his lap. “Tom’s gonna go ape shit when he sees you like this.”

You snort. “Do whatever to the bikers...leave the pub...bartender...” you throw up “...saved my life…”

“I’m also the one who phoned you lads,” the bartender says.

You hear a groan from your right and see Lorenzo clutching his arm, which is all mangled from his beating. His hair is messed up and his face bruised, but he is well enough to stand with some help. Alfie, on the other hand…

He is lying in a pool of his own blood with a gash across his face. He’s bleeding from multiple head wounds and his hair is matted down with blood.

“Alfie…” you croak. “Alfie get up.”

One of Haz’s men checks on him. “He’s got a pulse, but we need to get him to the Doc ASAP.”

“Get him in a car,” Haz orders. “Gently. Follow us to the manor and get him stitched up. Ryan, help me with Y/n, and Mark, get Lorenzo here to a car. He’s coming with as well.”

Haz and Ryan lift you up and you throw your arms around their shoulders. You can only drag your feet behind you as they move you to one of the black SUV’s parked outside. Haz’s men stuff as many bikers into the trunks of the cars as they can. They’ll receive a different kind of attention where they’re going.

The ride back to the manor was quick, as the Holland gang’s vehicles were escorted by police officers that take bribes from Tom. You rest your head on Harrison's lap, which was now stained with blood and bile.

“Sorry,” you croaked. “I ruined your pants.”

“Hey hey,” he said, gently brushing your hair with his fingers. “It’s not a problem.”

The car is silent for the next few minutes until Haz speaks again.

“Ryan called Harry, who by now has told Tom,” he says. “He’s waiting for you. I’m sure he’ll have your bed all made up for you and Doc will see you as soon as he’s done with your friend.”

You start to cry at the mention of Tom and Alfie.

“Shh shh,” Harrison coos. “Its alright mate, you’re safe now. I got a text from Dan, he says they’ve slowed Alfie’s bleeding. He should be fine once Doc gets to him. You’re safe now. You all are.”

You sniffle and shake your head. “Not that. Tom. I don’t want him t-to see m-me like th-th-this. I’m all battered and weak and I just…”

“Mate, you know Tom loves you. He’ll take care of you. Just hold tight, we’re almost there.”

Holland Manor is a large estate outside the city, fenced in from the road so that unwelcome guests could not enter. The fleet of cars drive past some hills and follow the drive up to the front doors of the manor. An elaborate fountain stands in the green in the center of the driveway loop, and wide stone steps lead to the large double doors of the manor’s entrance. Men hurriedly take Alfie inside to see the Doc, and you’re helped up the stairs.

Tom arrives at the doors just as you reach the last step of the staircase. His face morphs from worried to concerned to angry and back to concerned all in a moment.  He rushes over to you and gently cups your face with his hands, careful to avoid cuts and bruises.

He examines your face. Your left eye is swollen shut. You have a gash on your cheek and forehead that are still oozing blood. Your nose is bent awkwardly and swollen black and blue. Most of your face is bruised or cut, and both of your lips are busted. Your hair is matted with coagulating blood, and your clothes are all torn and dirty. A trickle of blood runs from your right ear down your neck and is slowly coloring your white shirt collar red.

“Tommy…” your hoarse voice cracks and your eyes yet again brim with tears. He takes you in his arms and holds you, muttering “y/n, y/n, y/n.”

He takes Ryan’s place and takes you to his room with Haz’s help. He sets you down on the bed and props your back up with pillows. You’re still crying as he pulls you in for another embrace.

“I got you, love, I got you,” he murmured and kissed your head.

“Erm, Tom,” Harrison says, standing in the doorway. “What should be done about the biker gang?”

Tom turns to his friend, his blood boiling. “I’ll come down there and sort them out.” His hands ball into fists.

You touch his wrist and he softens. “Stay, Tommy. Please. I need you.” You sniffle, tears leaving clean streaks down your bruised and bloody face. Tom returns his attention to you.

“Do what you want,” he says, never taking his eyes off of you. “But leave Rast to me. Also, have Lorenzo identify the ones who did this to my baby. I want them too.”

Haz nods and shuts the door behind him. Tom reaches over to the side table and takes a damp cloth to your face, gently wiping off the dirt and dried blood. He gives a kiss to each area he cleans, and he gently places a kiss to your busted lips. It hurts but you need him, and you deepen the kiss. Tom can taste the blood in your mouth, and he nearly breaks when he runs his tongue over yours, feeling the spot where you had bitten a chunk out of after one of the bikers had kicked your jaw. He breaks the kiss to change into sweats and no shirt, and he carefully removes your shirt as well.

He gasps at the bruises all over your stomach and chest. It was an ugly rainbow of red, blue, purple, yellow, and brown. There was an especially nasty mark left over the bruised and possibly broken rib. “My god, y/n, what did they do to you?”

You recount the whole story, sobbing half the time. Tom pulls you in for a comforting hug, his bare chest warm against your cheek. He kisses the top of your head.

“I’m here now, love,” he coos, letting you sob into his chest. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“Please don’t leave me,” you sob. He only holds you tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere, little Prince,” he says, kissing your forehead. You smiled through your tears at his little nickname for you. “I’ve got you.”

“It feels so emasculating,” you sob. “I tried to fight back but I could barely do anything and they just kept kicking me and kicking me an--”

“Shh shh shh. Don’t worry about that now,” Tom said. “I’m with you now, no one is going to hurt you anymore. Listen to me.” He pulled away and gently brushed your tears away with his thumbs. “I’ve got you. I love you, y/n.”

You stared into his caring brown eyes through your own watery ones. You pull him in for a kiss, your body shaking with aftershocks from your previous hysterics.

“Hold me,” you say, burying your head into his chest. He falls back onto the bed, and you cuddle in close to him. He wraps his bare, muscular arms around your battered frame and pulls you close. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest. You place a kiss of gratitude under his collarbone. “Don’t let go. I don’t want to leave.”

“You never have to, love,” he says. “I want you to move in with me. I want to keep you safe, and I need to have you close. Would you like that?”

Your arms squeeze tighter around Tom’s back, soaking in the warmth of his skin. “Yes, Tom. Want you to keep me safe.” You feel yourself starting to cry again, and Tom kisses your head.

“I will. I promise.” The determination and love in his voice were enough to send you to tears once more. Tom starts to hum a soothing tune, and you find yourself drifting off to sleep. The last words you hear before drifting off are a soft “I’ve got you. I love you.”

Tomorrow, Tom would bring hell to the bikers that nearly killed you, starting with the ones who beat you. But tonight, right now, all Tom has on his mind is how much love he has for you and how much he wants to keep you safe. Your father is the feared Il Re, but you are just Tom’s little Principe, and he will do everything in his power to keep you safe.

[woodscout-imagines]

Heyy could you do a Pikeman x Male!reader? I don't really care much for what it's about, but your writing is really good and I'd love to see more of it :)

Breakfast Feelings

( pikeman x male!reader )

( no warnings! ) ( welcome to yearning 101! ) ( i’m super high right now. sorry if i have typos i’ll fix them in the morning )

It was a routine, by now.

every morning, pikeman would be the first up. first awake, first ready, first to eat. only once had a person awoke before him, and that was snake. snake did not sleep at all that night, though, and pikeman did not count it.

next to be awake was petrol, snake, then jermy. they all usually ate together and would be done by the time the last camper was finally up- (y/n). every morning he would wake up last, be the last to get breakfast, and would often eat alone, and be the last to the training

but sometimes, he wouldn’t be alone.

pikeman has a personal policy that no soldier would be left behind. well, sometimes they can be left behind, but it would be preferred if they weren’t. basically, sometimes if he was doing a re-run on the obstacles, he would simply place petrol in charge and sit with (y/n).

they always had nice breakfasts together.

it was mostly silent, but a comfortable silence as they sat across from one another. pikeman usually prefers not to try and talk while another has food in their mouth, so there’s also a lot of staring. a lot of staring. mainly on edward’s part.

he never meant to notice how the shitty lighting makes his skin glow. he never meant to start looking forward to his meals with the other. he never meant to wonder how his hands felt. he never meant to crush on him.

pikeman didn’t worry about his crush until it began affecting him all day.

he didn’t think it meant anything that he went easier on (y/n) because he knew that he didn’t get much sleep. he didn’t think it meant anything when his face would go red as he watched him on the obstacle course, and he’d be unable to take his eyes off of him. he didn’t think it-

you get it.

(y/n), our handsome (y/n), on the other hand, was somehow unaware. somehow unaware how often his and his leader’s hands would always brush when they walked besides each other. somehow unaware when pikeman’s face would go red every time he would see him right out of a shower, and he would stammer a little.

because of this, pikeman assumed (y/n) was straight. his gaydar is so bad. of course, there was the possibility that he was gay and simply not into him; but that idea made pikeman upset so he just pretended it didn’t exist.

so now, as they sat across one another at the breakfast table, pikeman kept his thoughts of affection away and tried to listen as his tablemate excitedly rambled about last nights dream.

maybe one day he could figure out what (y/n)’s hands like. but right now, pikeman decided he’ll just imagine it.

[koala-soap]

Content In Your Presence

Chapter Three

Pairing  Foreign Reader X Japanese Shouto Todoroki

Summary  Moving to Japan seemed like the only option left open to you, to escape your rapidly increasing problems that latched themselves onto your life back in Australia. As if to cut it off, wipe everything off the table, and have some sort of a new start for yourself, despite the guilt that stuck to you like rust. Through getting lost at airports, loosing luggage and being surrounded by a foreign language, moving to Japan managed to weasel it’s way into being the best decision of your life, thanks to someone you met on the balcony next to you: a sweetheart called Shouto Todoroki.

A lovely story about a foreigner falling in love with a Japanese sweet heart, and all your adventures and mishaps together.

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With it now being your second official day in the county of Japan, it made you glad to have some sort of responsibility to busy yourself with; give yourself the feeling of being productive, rather than sitting in your small apartment slurping on roasting hot noodles from a cheap plastic cup bought from a petrol station. For the next three weeks, you were had a small and simple job, and that was to water that nice old lady’s plants every weekend during her absence.

Having no clue on how to tend to flowers or any type of plant didn’t stop you though, and having this quaint little responsibility beat ending up working long shifts in a dull super market or a little sweaty fast food place crammed with oil and fat fingers. This way, you got to help someone out and have cool breeze in your face.

But that’s enough of that, because as of now, you stood at the end of what seemed like a maze of numbers, welcome mats and corridors. Just earlier, you had set off on a mission following the bright blue line on your phone guiding you to the address, and now that the short elevator ride was over, it was time to find the correct numbered door.

Your phone now sat snug in the tight pockets of your jeans, as concentrated eyes swayed from either side of the hallway, in search of a two digit number that kept repeating in your mind.

After a minute of wandering past countless doors neighbored with mats and boots and even small plants by them, a door with the number ‘38’ etched into it’s golden plate popped up on your right. Like a switch being turned on, the rigorous eyes on your face lit up like that of a Christmas tree covered in shining tinsel; and just like was planned, a cold metal key was left lying lonely under the scratchy welcome mat for you to let yourself inside.

It slid smoothly into the lock, and the door had slowly opened up to a colorful apartment inside. Unlike your own, there were colors all around. The couches that first greeted you when you entered had multiple knitted blankets flopped over their sides, bright tins of various cooking ingredients lined up against the kitchen counter, and strings of rainbow beads draped down in front of the sliding door opening up to the giant city outside. There was also a smell of soothing incense singing around in the air.

“ Dude, my apartment sucks. ” You mused to yourself with a chuckle.

The air outside was crisp and refreshing, the large green watering can in your hands quickly filling with water sprouting from the hose on the wall.

The white cap that hugged your hair kept the sun’s warm rays out the way, and only when the can was half-way filled did you rotate the creaky tap and attempt to pick it up. Water sloshed around inside and rounded out the top onto your slippery hands, trickling like a gentle shower head over the tiny succulents shortly after. Your strained hands held the water source over each plant pot, with greedy soil who slurped every drop up into its dry dirt.

Once all were happy and watered, the dripping green can sat happily in its spot by the coiled hose, and your hands rested on your hips to admire the view in front of you. However, once your wet hand reached up and around the back door’s handle to pull it back, it made you skin grow cold despite the shining sun when it laughed in your face that it was indeed… locked.

“ Oh, come on, please, no.” It ignored your desperate plead and sat smugly closed in its place. Whimpering and with eyebrows screwed together in exhausted worry, you gently placed your head against the cold glass. “ Am I supposed to sleep out here? Like, c'mon…”

After tugging on it, thinking it may just be jammed, you realized it certainly was not. You stood staring at the furniture mocking you from inside also, rapidly going through your options. Fujiko was away for the entire weekend, hence why you were here in the first place, and climbing down was only a job for super heroes since you were on the fourth floor. You couldn’t call the apartment’s reception either, since it was abandoned for the weekend.

Once the panic settled in, you were left to sit on the balcony floor waiting for god to answer your prayers for the door to just magically open. The sight of the neighbor’s matching sliding door caught your eye, and you peeped through the thin black railing and thought about asking them for help.

Being the positive soul you were, you decided to give it a go. So long as they were home and weren’t an axe murderer, what could go wrong?

A small sigh filtered out your nose to prepare yourself with whatever was about to happen, but it really was the only thing that you could do in this situation; calling the fire department sounded a bit too dramatic to you, and Fujiko was over two hours away enjoying time with her kids and grandchildren.

Your wet hand gripped onto the thin railing and you looked over to the matching balcony just in front of you, pondering how to get their attention without being excessively loud.

Your body strained to stretch as far over the railing to swerve your eyes past the door blocking your view, one thong covered foot lifting slightly off the tiles. When a sudden noise busted through your concentration, it was a quick struggle to not fall over the side and onto the busy streets below.

Flinging your head around, you see a young male stepping out his sliding door with a concerned but unsure look on his sleepy face, a hand flicking rouge strands of bed hair from it. The stranger was still clearly in pajamas from the baggy shirt and shorts, but his lively eyes suggested he’d been awake for a while.

He eyed your strange situation. “ ねえ。。だ。。だいじょぶ です か？[ Hey.. Uh.. Are you okay ? ] ”

“ はい、 はい、だいじょぶ。[ Yeah, Yeah, I’m fine. ] ” Once you popped your cap off, ruffling the hair off your sweaty forehead was a relief. An uncontrollable fit of nervous laughter jumped from your lips, and out of nervous habit, scratched the tips of your sweaty ears. You really didn’t like speaking Japanese to native people, in fear of them judging you. A wave of English words gushed through your mind, and you realized your vocabulary wasn’t good enough to explain yourself.

“ しょくぶつ に 、あの。。[ I’m here to.. water.. plants and uh… ] ” Your eyebrows sank together, and your hands waved about in circles to think of words. His gentle eyes follow your finger to the glass door. “ たちおうじょう [ Stuck . ] ”

Despite his empathetic gaze, you giggled relentlessly with unimaginable embarrassment at yourself with a hand clamped over your mouth. He’s silent for a few moments, eyes internally arguing over a decision before saying with only an impressively small amount of an accent, “ Do you speak English ? ”

The sheer look of absolute shock slapped into you was honestly priceless, and for a measly second, the strained laughing ceased for a second from behind your hand. It was as if the cogs in your brain had come to a complete stop and malfunctioned right in front of his eyes, and shocked eyes stared at him for a while, though clearly impressed. Just like your own, a very faint chuckle of nervousness left him. The hand on your face quickly shot down, and your eyebrows arched up to make your smile naturally kind as can be. “ Yeah! Oh my god, that was so strange, your English is so good! ”

The stranger’s eyes scrunched to make way for his shy smile. The beginning of your excited outburst was a little too fast for him to understand, but he got the end. “ Thank you. Were you saying the door is… stuck? ” The small pause he took was for him to shift through various English words until he landed on the correct one.

Two delicate hands placed the white hat back on your hair, and you giggled again when thinking of your horrible attempt of communication earlier. “ The key’s inside and I locked myself out here… Rookie mistake, I know. ” You chuckled.

“ Ah.. ” He nodded knowingly while his brain whirred about inside to try remember what 'rookie’ meant, but found nothing. The rest made sense to the stranger, anyhow. “ Okay, uh… hm. ” He seemed stuck for what to do as well, just as you were.

Fiddling with the tip of your left ear, face scrunched in thought and you looked at the handle. “ Can we pick it ? Or is that just in the movies ? ”

He puffed out a breathy chuckle, and scratched his head. “ Maybe.. You have uh.. それ なんだった？[ What was it? ] ” Quiet Japanese mumbling made his eyebrows furrow, and then pop up when he got the word and made a motion with his fingers to show what he meant. “ A pin ? Bobby pin? ”

You shook your head with a face full of apologetic guilt. The young man lent back to peer into his house and said, “ Hang on. ” Before hopping inside and making a bunch of thudding sounds.

He reappeared with a small grey box resting in large hands, patches missing reflective metal from being scratched off with what seemed like age. It clanged with tools inside, and he crouched down to open it on the floor of the tiled balcony. Things clanged against each other, until a small and thin metal tool that slightly resembled tweezers lifted out in his hand. “ I’m pretty sure this open locks… I promise I’m not a part time burglar, though. ” He smiles, and grunts to stand back up.

“ I’ll take your word for it. ” You joke back, and he quickly reaches a hand past his door to grab a screwdriver from a cabinet. “ Are you a mechanic or something? You have so many tools. ”

He quietly chuckles for a second with the tools in his hand. “ No, I’m not that cool. I’m studying to be a doctor. I just have them for convi- convin- convinience ? ”

You reassured him of his English with a nod paired with kind eyes, and he smiled shyly. “ Now how should we do this ? ”

Agreeing to letting him hand over the tools for you to try was apparently a big mistake, because even after a while of him leaning over the railing to observe your confused fiddling and directing you, the lock still remained stuck in its place. The pieces of metal in your fiddly fingers wiggled around inside the key hole, and were lifted or twisted depending on what the kind stranger told you to do. It remained hopeless though, and you stood defeated with the lock laughing at you.

“ This is so freaking hard. ” You mumbled mostly to yourself, tongue stuck out to assist in balancing the tools in the intricate place you had them.

“ Would like me to help? It’s fine. ” He offered, and soon enough, Shouto found himself hanging off the edge of his balcony railing, one hand in yours for balance as his leg reached out for the neighboring railing with his butt sat uncomfortably on his. The gap was only about half a meter wide, but the rock hard concrete and racing cars beckoned his body to fall.

The second foot with a large sandle weakly hanging from it leaped from the metal underneath it, and with a few stumbles, the tall man had succesfully made it to the other balcony with all four limbs. You let his hand go, and winced when you caught a glimpse of the busy streets below.

“ You okay ? ” A voice couldn’t sound more worried than yours, but the stranger simply kicked his dad sandles off and sighed out all the suspense that grew inside him.

A confident nod made your nerves ease themselves. “ Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. ” He panted heavily and switched from the gap he just leaped across to the shaken young lady in front of him again. “ Easy peasy lemon squeazy. ”

You snorted, and soon both got back to opening the stubborn door.

“ 愚かなロック。。[ C'mon, you stupid lock.. ] ” It was after five minutes that both of you realized he wasn’t much better than you. He did manage to get something in the lock to click, so whatever that was was hopeful. The man currently stood hunched over, hair flopped anywhere it desired, hands delicately twisting the tools with the tip of his tongue poking out. The screwdriver was angled ever so perfectly, and the other tool was twisted to the left carefully. Both you and him jumped at the sound of a rather loud click coming from inside the door, and he decided to risk it and put his hand around the handle.

He pulled on it, and it slid along the hinges to reveal the prize inside. Shouto sighed with exhaustion and grinned with triumph; you were jumping around excitedly.

A tsunami of relief crashed down onto you, so much so you could melt and cry. This generous stranger had just wasted forty minutes and jumped a balcony for you, and now you wouldn’t have to sleep out there for two days. “ Yes! Oh god, you did it! Thank you so much! ”

He nodded, just as triumphed as you. “ No problem, my morning was rather boring to begin with. ” He breathlessly chuckled. “ Now I can say I jumped a balcony. ”

“ You sure can, my god. ” You laughed as well, “ I’m [______] by the way. ”

You both shared a chuckle over the fact you were just doing this now, after the chaos had happened. The stranger pocketed the tools with grey, oily fingers and said with a heavy accent and smile, “ I’m Todoroki Shouto. ”

[imagineaworlds]

Resolving Issues -- Steve Harrington

Written by: @strangerhennig

Requests: “Imagine idea: Being Dustin's sister and initially thinking Steve's an asshole but falling in love with him through out all the events with the kids (let's imagine she's with them the whole time).” "can u do steve harrington smut ? can it also be like you two “”hate”” each other but obviously have feelings but are too hard headed to admit it please and thank u” "Can you do a Steve imagine where you’ve always liked him but he always liked Nancy and when all the stuff with the kids happen your there and he realizes he likes you”

Warnings: Smut!!! (16+) cursing, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking

Pairing: Steve Harrington x female!reader

Summary: You and Steve are constantly bickering in the tunnels of the Upside Down, but once the two of you are out, so are your true feelings, which leads to a lot of frustrations to be released.

Word Count: 3,336

Listen To: Methyl Ethel - Ubu

“Oh, my god, Harrington, would you please shut up!” You hissed as the teenage boy yet again slipped over a vine in the dark tunnels of the Upside Down, letting out a loud string of cuss words to fall from his lips.  “Number one,” you pulled your bandana covering your mouth down, pausing for a moment to look at Steve, “my brother, who is only thirteen and his friends, are right behind us,” You say motioning to Dustin, the boys, and Max who looked away as you mentioned them. “Number two, there is the huge possibility of a Demodog hearing you and chasing us down.” You finished in a harsh whisper, continuing to walk ahead.

However, the brunette boy looked at you you side on with squinted eyes and let out a snicker. You truly wished you hadn’t been dragged into this mess. If it weren’t for that commotion in Dustins room, you wouldn’t have checked in and found your brother trying to wrangle Dart. This then led you on the path to trying to find the mutant being with Steve Harrington and your brother. You couldn’t stand the attitude Steve held towards you. It felt as though his anger over his breakup with Nancy was being fuelled into snarky remarks towards you.

“Yeah, it’s not like they heard your elephant like footsteps this whole time or anything.” He shot back, causing you to roll your eyes and pull the bandana back over your mouth, wiping your cheek, which was covered in blood from a blow Billy gave you during you and Steve's fight with him.

“Alright Wheeler.” Steve said looking up from the drawn map in his hands. “I think we found your hub.” You all came to a halt and looked around the centre of the tunnels, the one place they all met.

“Let’s drench it” Mike stated as you all began to dowse the large space in petrol. Steve walked your way, staring blankly as he ordered you to go take the other tunnel as you weren’t drenching this one properly. His tone bitter and but also monotone causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

“What the hell, Steve! I’m literally doing the exact same as everyone else. Just get over yourself and leave me alone!” You say turning your back to him.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” Steve questioned, pulling on your lower arm to face him.

“My problem, Steve? My problem is you! You’ve been non-stop treating me like shit since your whole ordeal with Nancy. I don’t care if you’re pissed, just don’t take it out on me!” You finally snap at him, watching as he pulls his bandana down to speak to you. “Look, we don’t have time for this now, Steve. Let’s just do our job and get the hell out of here,” you state, causing Steve’s mouth to shut as you turn and walk away. Soon enough the place was completely doused in petrol, so all six of you huddled in one of the tunnels.

“You guys ready?” The brunette asked, causing a string of “yeah” to fall from everyone's lips.

Steve pulled out his lighter, flicking it on, causing Dustin to look at it and smile, “Light her up.”

“Yeah, do it,” I agree, “Light this bitch on fire.”

“I am in such deep shit,” mumbled Steve before throwing the lighter into the petrol filled core. The place became engulfed in flames and we quickly began to run to the exit. The encounter with Dart sent shivers down your spine and your body twitched with fear as you thought of what could happen to your brother, but, all ended well as you finally made it to the exit. Max, Lucas, and Mike were hoisted up and you were helping Steve get up also. But then you heard the rumbling of the Demodogs running towards you, and you saw their shadows nearing. You held your brother’s hand as you heard the screams from his friends.

And then you heard Steve’s voice pierce through the others. “Y/N! Get your cute little ass up here now!” But instead you stood there and brought Dustin behind you, muttering a quick, “I love, you little one.” The monsters approached, but before they did, Steve dropped down from above and clasped you close to him, protecting you from the beasts which were running around you. As the Demodogs cleared, you looked up at Steve, letting out a choked thank you before pulling him closer for a hug and then turning around and tightly hugging your little brother. You all climbed out of the tunnels and to the car. Steve dropped all the kids back at Joyce’s house where everyone else was, and you silently thanked that Billy was no longer there and had obviously walked home.

You turned to Steve who was in the driver's seat as all the kids spilled out of the car and ran to meet up with Will. “Look... Thank you for before. I— it meant a lot.” You said in a quiet voice as you opened the door and got out of the car.

“Look, hey, let me take you home at least to kind of make up to you for everything?” Steve offered as you turned back around.

“I can’t see my mum like this. I’m covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. If I didn’t die from the Demodogs, then I’m certainly gonna be killed by her.” You state with a smile.

Steve reflects your smile and lets out a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, tongue swiping out to lick his lips before speaking. “Hey, just get back in. How about you come to mine, get cleaned up and then I’ll take you home? My parents are out of town, as per usual, so nobody will be there to question the state we’re in.” He suggests as you smile with a nod and hop back into the car. You arrived at his house in a few minutes and hop out of the car following him to his front door. You both stepped inside and he closes the door behind you. Steve then leads you to his bathroom where he gives you a spare tee of his and a towel. He leaves you be and you take a hot shower, helping wash away the grime off your skin from the events of tonight. You sigh and close your eyes before stepping out and slipping into Steve’s long tee. You open the bathroom door and there he stands.

“Y/N, we need to talk. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you.” He admits taking a step towards you. “Honestly, it is because of the whole Nancy bullshit.”

“Knew it.” You muttered, strutting passed him. But for the second time that night, Steve grabbed your lower arm and pulled you to face him again. He then saw the tears brimming your eyes. You didn’t want to admit it to him. Heck, you didn’t want to even admit it to yourself. But you truly liked this boy. You liked the way he took care of your brother and his friends with such concern. You liked how he spent so long prepping his hair with Farrah Fawcett each day. You liked how he managed to still remain dorky and uncoordinated, despite being the “king” of Hawkins High School. And it tore you apart that he was still into Nancy Wheeler.

“Hey! Y/N, wait! Look, it was originally about her, but the more I talked to you, spent time with you, and seeing you tackle things the way you have been these past few days, has put me into a state of annoyance. I shouldn’t be over Nancy so quickly and that’s why I was so shit to you, Y/N.” Steve said as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and wiped away a loose tear which rolled down your cheek. “I was being a dick to you because I—” Steve paused, letting out a deep breath. “God damn it!” Steve clasped your face and pulled you into him, attaching his lips to yours. Your body ran cold with shock. Steve Harrington was kissing you. You then slowly began to move your mouth with his and your eyes fluttered shut. Steve’s hands trailed down your body, from your cheeks to your waist. You then snaked your arms up around his neck, playing with the hair which rested there. You tugged at the strands, causing a low growl to roll off his lips through the kiss. His hands then began to trail down your ass, squeezing it, making you let out a moan. Steve used this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, letting the two of your tongues battle for dominance. He won quickly and then pulled away from the kiss, capturing your lower lip in his teeth, pulling at the flesh, causing you to whimper. He then began to kiss along your jawline to your ear, leaving a string of moans to escape your lips. He reached your earlobe, nibbling on it before whispering “jump”.

You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to carry you towards his room. He threw you on the bed before crawling over you, attacking your neck with open mouth kisses, leaving harsh love bites scattered around the skin there, licking over the marks he made, leaving you a moaning mess. Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt, indicating you wanted it off. He ceased his assault on your neck, lifting his body up, allowing you to pull it over him. You couldn't help to admire his body, a smirk forming its way onto your lips as you pulled him back onto you before flipping you both over so you were straddling his waist. You then pulled Steve’s top over your frame, leaving you almost fully naked as you only had your undies on.

“Damn, Y/N…” Steve mumbled, his tongue darting out and licking his lips. He then reached his hand up to caress your left breast and you bit your lip as you looked down at him. You then began to grind your clothed pussy against his hardening cock, which was contained under his boxers and jeans. A large satisfied sigh escaped his lips as his hands still massaged your breasts.

He then flipped the two of you over again, kissing down your body along your boobs, slipping a nipple into his mouth and sucking, causing you to let out a moan.

“S— Steve please. J— just do something,” you struggle to get out, Steve then letting go of your nipple with a popping sound. He began kissing down your body again, reaching your thighs. He hooked a finger on your panties and slipped them down, getting a clear view of your soaked core.

“Shit babe your so fucking wet.” He admired and a groan left your body at his pet name. Steve began kissing up your inner thighs, finally getting to where you needed him the most. A hot breath fanned your aching pussy and you thrust your hips towards his face, just wanting the contact for his tongue on your sensitive area. All of a sudden a large strip was licked up your slit and you moaned out his name.

“Yeah, baby, like that.” He said huskily leaving you to yet again let out a moan. His mouth then attached itself to your clit, sucking harshly while two of his fingers made their way to you entrance. He parted your lips and then inserted his fingers in slowly, creating a low moan to echo through the room. Steve began pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, each time bringing his fingers knuckle deep into your core. He then added in a third digit and began speeding up his movements. His fingers them began to curl upwards, hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

“Oh, fuck.” You cried, throwing your head back, arching your back at the feeling. Steve hummed into your pussy and you could feel him smirk into your sex, somehow magian turning you on even more than you already were. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy until your thighs began to shake.

“S— Steve I’m so c— close,” you let out, but your pleasure was cut short as Steve pulled away, making you push up onto your elbows and look at him.

“What the fuck, Steve?!” You questioned in annoyance.

“I want you to cum around my cock instead.” He stated, standing up and stripping down to nothing, letting his hardened girth spring free.

Your eyebrows raised at the sight of his cock, its length far greater than you could of imagined, and yet again you bit your lip. “Shit, Harrington,” you said quietly as he just smirked, pumping his length a few times while walking over to his bedside table and pulling out a condom. You reached over to him and snatched the rubber from his hands, placing it on the bed. You hopped onto your knees and began to pump his cock. You then kitten licked his tip, Steve letting out a sharp hiss at the contact, grabbing a fistful of your hair, bucking his hips towards you face.  You pulled back, “Uh, uh. You want me to suck you off, then you have to behave.” You said seductively, leaving Steve to tuck his bottom lip between his teeth and nod. You then grabbed his cock, licking a large stripe up the underside of his length before returning to his tip. You took his cock in your mouth and slowly eased your head down it. You began to speed up, still pumping him, but now managing to deepthroat him a few times, making you gag. The vibrations from you gagging however, made him moan, his pants speeding up, hips twitching as he restrained himself from grabbing your head and face fucking you into oblivion. You moved your free hand to his balls, cupping them and playing with them. He let out a strangled moan of your name and you then began to feel him twitch in your mouth. You however decided to pay him back, pulling your mouth off his cock and standing up to face him.

“What— Hey, Y/N! What the fuck? I was close!” He said in a low voice, eyes becoming a full shade darker as he looked down at you.

“Oh, I know.” You state simply and sweetly.

“You are in for it, Y/N.” Steve growled out, smacking your ass before pulling you into a heated kiss. You pushed your hips towards him but he simply just pushed you back onto the bed grabbing the rubber yet again, tearing it open and rolling it down his cock. He pulled you close to him and then flipped you over again and pulled your ass up and you played along, perking it up for him, giving him a clear view of your dripping cunt. He raised his hand and collided it with your ass cheek, creating a cry to fall from your lips.

“There we go. That’s a good girl.” He mumbled as he lined his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside of you letting a satisfied sigh to fall from both of your lips, a mixture that turned you both on more. Steve kept pushing his dick in until it was fully sheathed in your pussy.

“Holy fuck, you’re so tight, Y/N.” He breathed, but paused his movements allowing you to fall accustomed to his size. You had had sex before, but not for a while, and Steve was quite large. You let out a little whimper as a tear fell down your face from the initial discomfort, making Steve snap his head upwards, concern washing over his face as he looked at you.

“Hey, hey, Y/N. I can stop if you want. I’m so sorry” He said, beginning to massage your back.

“N— no, no, you’re fine, Steve. I just haven’t had sex in a while. I— I’m just not used to it, that’s all.”

“Okay.” He said, leaning forwards and kissing your back. After a minute you signalled that it was okay to move. His thrusts started off slow but as the pain subsided you told him to go faster and soon enough that pain bloomed into pleasure.

“Harder, Steve, please.” You begged in a whimper.

“Your wish is my command.” He said before snapping his hips at faster speed, bottoming out with each thrust.

“Yes, daddy.” The words accidentally fell from your lips and Steve slowed his movements, his eyebrows shooting up at the name. You’re cheeks heated up and your eyes widened and you began to protest but Steve cut you short.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He breathed and picked up your upper half so your back was pressed against his chest. He began thrusting upwards at an ungodly pace hitting your g-spot with each thrust, making you scream his name out in pleasure. You then moved forward, letting Steve slip out of you and you turned to face him, pulling him into a passionate kiss before making him lay down. You then began to straddle him, easing yourself back down onto him letting out a moan once again. You then began to bounce up and down his large dick scratching down his chest and in return his hands flew to you breasts and massaged them. You then leaned backwards, hands resting on Steve’s legs as you ground your hips in circular motions, making the whole scenario far more pleasurable. Steve then ran his hands down your body to grip your waist as he began to thrust up into you, hitting that spot yet again that night.You arched your back pressing your cunt further onto his cock, your thrusts meeting each other and going as such a fast pace that white dots began to cloud your vision and a knot to form in your stomach.

“Yes, daddy! Right there! I’m so close!” You screamed, thankful that his parents weren’t home.

“Oh, fuck Y/N! Cum for me.” Steve moaned in response. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, signalling that he too was close. All of a sudden you’re legs began shake and that knot in your stomach let loose. Your walls clenched tightly around Steve’s girth as you came around him, a scream accompanying your orgasm. This then sent Steve off, the room filling with the sounds of your screams and moans. Steve came too his thrusts slowing as the last of his seed spilled out into the rubber condom. You rolled off Steve, laying next to him as he rolled off the condom, tied it and threw it in the bin. You lay for a minute panting before sitting up next to him.

“So, I think I gathered that from what you were trying to say before, is that you like me?” You questioned the brunette with a smirk.

“If it wasn’t obvious.” He laughed, leaning over to you, giving you a passionate kiss. He then pulled away and looked at your neck with a meek smile.

“Ah, so if the cut on your cheek wasn’t bad enough, I may have accidentally given you a few more marks to add to the reason why you’ll be killed by your mom.” He said squinting his eyes and slightly nodding.

You just roll your eyes and chuckle, “Well good thing your parents are out of town because I’m crashing here tonight, then.” You say leaning back down on the bed, Steve just nodding with a smile. “Oh, and if that,” You say motioning between you, “wasn’t obvious enough, I like you, too, dickhead.” You say with a smile.

“Oh, is that right?” Asks Steve as he slides over the top of you. “Well if you like me so much, how about we go for round two?”