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hornime · 4 years ago

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watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere.

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched.

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.”

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements.

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.”

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix.

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.”

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs.

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist.

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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what-the--curtains · 3 years ago

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Uh oh. Ive had another idea.

Here me out

Premise: After watching Chrissy’s gruesome death Eddie goes back to the only person he knows will believe him. The only person who knew that stranger things than floating cheerleaders happened in Hawkins. To his best friend and band mate. To someone he once saw snap a tree in half with their mind. He went running to you, number 4. As evil force work their way into Hawkins you find yourself joining together with the one person you had hoped to never see again. Steve Harrington. Only this time somethings changed, and its not just the fact he’s rebranded as a babysitter.

Reader:

You were found by the agency at age 14 after the incident and put into protective custody attending Hawkins under the guise of just having moved.

Lead singer of Eddies band, best friends since he saw the “004” tattooed on your arm and called you hard core. Played on the boys soccer team, was victim of the merciless high school rumour mill, but had a solid enough group of friends.

Steve and Eddies age (graduated two years ago) went to New York and got a record deal but moved back to their adopted families lake side cabin to write their first album.

Tattoos now runs up both their arms deeply intricate, but the faint “004” still pokes through.

Powers: after an incident you swore never to use them to hurt anyone ever again, but are able to heal wounds and draw out toxins from others.

Did anyone ask for this? NO.

Am I still gonna write it once Im done my other fic? YES

#stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #stranger things oc

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rrickgrrimes8 · 4 years ago

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Can I get rick grimes x gender neutral reader

The reader was an elite solider in the U.S army when the virus happened. They been traveling the South for five ½ years alone. So now they landed in Georgia when the Saviors and Rick Group are at war. One day Rick is attacked by the Saviors, but the reader saves Rick from the Saviors with a rifle but escapes before Rick ever notices. Days later the reader meets Rick (like how Jesus met Rick.) But Rick captures the reader and interrogates him. In the end Reader reveals how he saved Rick. Rick then forces the reader work/live with the group even though the real.

A Soldier ~ Rick Grimes imagine

hey sorry for the delay ive been super busy coz i just started school back after isolating and i’ve been doing exams all week

also for anyone else who requested i’ll try and complete them soon really sorry please remember i haven’t forgotten about yall i’m just busy

anyways @iawaythrown hope you like this thank you for requesting

let me know if there’s any mistakes so i can fix it thank you x

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The sun had set hours earlier but that didn’t stop you. Unrelenting you continued through the heat and the exhaustion. You couldn’t stop. Not now. Not after everything you had gone through. Even before this, you wouldn’t allow yourself to stop. Being one of America’s pride and joys serving as a respected sergeant. You had served 10 years before the world went to shit and it made you laugh now. You always thought that the meaning of your life - the purpose - was to protect and serve against threats to the U.S.A. If only you knew that your greatest threat was against the dead now living. You were grateful, more than anything. You had a lot more in this world than others did. And now 5 1/2 years later you were still going. Never stopping. Not for anything.

Except... when you caught wind of a certain curly-haired man. He was being attacked and was substantially outmanned. You thought the best use of your time was to protect people just like you had in your previous life. The man was cornered now by the time you’d made the decision to help him. Three men dressed in leather charged him with any weapon they could find. He fought against them - to the best of his ability. Which seemed to be skilled at least. You gripped your trusty rifle, aimed the scope and without hesitation fired.

One man fell.

Then the next.

And then the last.

The blue-eyed man scoured the area for you, curious about the location of the shots. You, however, were smarter than that. You didn’t know this man. You didn’t know if he deserved what those men would’ve done to him but you did know trust is to be earned in this world not given carelessly. You ducked away out of his vision. But you never strayed far from the man.

You could say curiosity got the better of you. Naturally and from a very young age, you’d always pester, investigate, fight for answers when they really weren’t warranted. Your mom used to tell you how curiosity killed the cat but you preferred to say it saved the cat. Being curious never hurt anyone and it certainly came as an advantage to you. When meeting people you knew how to hide, how to watch. And yes it may be creepy but it was necessary. You weren’t stupid, far from it, so why stop your ways now?

The man didn’t return back to a camp after the attack - one that you knew he had due to his clean and well-presented appearance. He continued through the area, meeting up with a tall brooding man accompanied with a crossbow. The two seemed close. Although despite how few words conversed between them, you knew they were. If either of them fell into some trouble the other protected. They were family - maybe not blood - but no doubt in your mind we’re they like brothers.

It had been days now and these men were still on their run. By this time you were even doubting if this was worth it but you shook off the thoughts and continued. It wasn’t your intention to draw attention to yourself. Hell, it was something you were taught against. But it happened. You, rather carelessly, stumbled across them. It all happened so fast. You saw someone in the woods - walker maybe. But at that moment you decided against your inner workings and ran. Stupidly you ran straight into this man.

“Watch it,” He growled pushing you back slightly. They glared at you threateningly, guns were drawn.

“Wha’ ta hell ya doin’?” The crossbowman snapped. His deep southern accent growing darker through his words. He was on edge. It being clear that interactions like this hadn’t always been a blessing.

“Was just passing through. Calm yourself, alrigh’?”

Unimpressed he looked to the blue-eyed man who was fixed on your stance. “You looked in a hurry. Trouble heading this way?” The man inquired warily.

“Nah not really,” You paused looking back to the area, “Well maybe I'm not sure.”

“Not sure? What's back there?” He looked at you suspiciously hand still grasped around his colt python. You didn't say anything to them as a sound overcame the atmosphere. It sounded like a twig, perhaps just a wondering dead but they didn't see the rational side. "Who are you? Who are you with?" The blue-eyed man barked edging the pistol closer to your face.

"Hey, chill man. My names y/n, alright? And I'm not with anyone. I'm on my own, okay?" The men shared a look before turning back to you unbelievingly. You opened your mouth to justify your case but was interrupted by a smack to the side of your head. You fell to the ground, gazing at the two men still.

And then... nothing.

Hours later your eyes snapped open. Alert, you searched through the room. It was a cell. A traditional one with an iron gate. One you knew from past experience weren't the easiest to break out of. Especially after spotting a man floating around the exit. "Hello?" Your head burned as you spoke likely due to a concussion but you powered through it. The man stopped pacing and glared at you. He was a dark-skinned man, holding what looked like a stick. But the main thing was that he was clean. You had noticed earlier how the two men didn't look as ragged and dirty as you did. Telling you they had a home. Now seeing him proved it.

"Hello," He said back, "Names Morgan, yours?" Your rational side shut your mouth for you. You didn't know these people. Hell, they kidnapped you. They didn't deserve your name. And you resented how you caved earlier and told those people. "Not much of a speaker, huh?" Again silence, "You didn't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you."

Begrudgingly you responded, "I'm not afraid of you." "Your not?" "No, I'm not. Not of you. Not of those men who brought me here. Not of anyone," Morgan almost laughed at your response.

"You're quite brave, aren’t you?" You shrugged etching a smile on his face, "you'll fit right in here."

"Who says I want to stay?" You countered. "I have a feeling," He smirked before another person entered the room.

"They awake?" Morgan nodded and exited.

The blue-eyed man from earlier entered your view. No words were exchanged between the two of you. You understood he still perceived you as a threat, which you knew you very well could be. You'd do what you have to. That's what you told yourself. After years of service to the army that swam around your mind like a mantra. You'd done some horrific things for your country now and before but you didn't let it rot you to the core like your comrades. You did what you had to. There was never an exception. So if these people decided to try something you'd do what you have to.

"Who are you?" He interrogated swiftly. Telling you that this wasn't his first rodeo. He was a cop or maybe even in the army like you.

"I already told you," Coldly you returned.

"Yeah well, I don't believe you," He persisted.

"I don't entirely know what you want me to do with that," you scoffed, "I can't force you to believe me. But I know my name. I know I'm alone. I know I don't mean to bring harm to your people unless I have to."

The man grunted. He hated how he began to believe you slightly. "Why were you running then?"

You sighed, "I was following you."

"You were following us?" He growled, "Why?"

"You were attacked. Those men I killed them," You revealed, "I was curious. So I followed you. I saw a walker or maybe it was a person... I don't know. I ran and bumped into you. That's all. I have no ulterior motive."

"Just because you tell me you have no ulterior motive doesn't make me inclined to believe you," He let out a harsh breath.

"What more do you want, huh? Want me to do a polygraph?"

He chuckled, "No. Of course not. But I don't trust you."

"So let me go," You promoted.

"I can't do that," he shook his head erratically.

"Why not?"

"You're valuable. If what you say is true that you did save me. Then I... we can't let that go, alright?"

You gaped at his confession, "So you're gonna force me to stay here?"

"Not exactly... we'd prefer if you did from your own will but if we have to," He quirked his eyebrow at you, "What do you say?"

Sarcastically you laughed at his proposition, "You're crazy."

"No, I'm Rick. Rick Grimes. And this," Rick gestured to your surroundings, "is Alexandria. Hopefully your new home."

"How do you know I'm not gonna kill you all in your sleep?" You furrowed your eyebrows at his naivety.

"I have faith that you won't. I searched you when you were out," He went into his pocket pulling out a medal you had gotten for serving in Iraq, "A soldier? I was a sheriffs deputy myself and I know I wouldn't have it in me to kill all the people in here - the children. I know you wouldn't either."

"You're right I wouldn't but... but we're not the same, Rick. We never will be," Rick tilted his head.

"I know," He spoke honestly, "But I feel like we're similar. You'd do a lot to save someone you'd never met. That's someone we'd like in Alexandria. Y/n you saved me. And I know you can save a lot more. So what do you say?"

You sighed moving closer to the cell door, "Okay."

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x gender neutral reader #rick grimes #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes twd #the walking dead #the walking dead imagines #the walking dead request #the walking dead x reader

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jaekaicx · 3 years ago

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so ive had this idea for an amphibia fangame for a lil while now-

(LONG post)

its based around the idea that sometime after anne got sent back to earth, she decides to sneak out one night to visit sasha and marcys bedrooms and poke through their stuff. this causes a bunch of memories to come back to anne through flashbacks while she tries to process everything thats happened and her feelings abt their friendship.

i was thinking itd be mostly a visual novel type thing. maybe with a few small choices, but the story would be mostly linear. thered be around 3 main story beats: a prologue bit w/ anne sneaking out of her house, marcys bedroom, and sashas bedroom. also one of the main mechanics would be looking at one of their bedrooms and clicking on random objects of importance and triggering a flashback sequence.

it came from the idea that anne will probably try to just shove all her emotions down and try to ignore her feelings abt true colors and everything that went down then. especially with what we saw in the sneak peek, anne will probably try to hide her emotions and bottle them up, which is obviously not healthy. so eventually shes gonna have to work through her emptional baggage and try to process everything.

i havent thought through EVERYTHING just yet, just some more major plot points and maybe one or two ideas for flashbacks. nothing too solid yet. but heres a bit more detailed runthrough of the plot

summary - prologue

so it would start off with anne at home. she and her mom are talking outside annes room. her moms concerned abt how annes been handling everything that happened in amphibia but anne keeps brushing everything off. her mom tries to get her to open up, but she keeps dismissing her and eventually shuts herself in her room. after taking a bit to cool off and think anne decides that shes gonna take the night to just ride off her emotions and stop repressing them for once. she also makes an impulsive decision to sneak out and check out marcy and sashas rooms.

anne goes to gather her stuff in her room, and just as shes about to climb out the window, sprig walks in to check on her. hes still rly concerned abt his big sis but he knows he cant stop her. he tries to go with anne, but she tells him she needs to do this on her own. so, sprig lets her go and tries to cover for her while shes gone.

so at this point i’ll probably give the player the choice of whose house to visit first. it doesnt rly impact the story or whatever, but i guess it might have a small emotional impact depending on whose house u choose to go to first??

(quick note: after this bit, there arent too many specific details for the plot and stuff like that. its largely just an overall idea of how the plot is gonna go. and even then, there isnt much to it. i didnt think that far ahead yet, which is why there isnt as much refinement yet. so far i just have general ideas for how annes gonna get to the bedrooms, with a couple of vague flashback ideas. just keep that in mind; this whole thing is still being thought over and planned as im typing this out)

summary - sasha

with sasha, annes still rly conflicted abt how she feels abt her. of course shes still rly hurt by being backstabbed by her twice and swordfighting her as many times. but as much as she hates sasha she cant bring herself to fully give up on sash. she hates her guts but deep down shes still willing to give sash another chance.

there may or may not be a small sequence where anne has to sneak into sashas house, but eventually she works her way into sashas room. im not entirely sure abt the details of sashas house n her family yet. im probably gonna wait for info from s3 until i solidify anything, but for now i do know that sashas family has a big house n theyre probably rich.

so anne goes into sashas room and its been left pretty much untouched ever since annes birthday, save for the few times someone came in to dust things off. again, dont rly have all the details for sashas room, but it kind of has a vibe of controlled chaos, with organized clutter and a bit of a touch of a rebellious teen girl. one detail i do want to have is a calendar opened up to the month the trio disappeared, with annes birthday circled and highlighted so much that its impossible to miss.

the calendar itself might include a flashback. im thinking of also having a varsity jacket and some old stuffed animal be different “artifacts” that trigger their own memories. there’ll be a bunch more, but those are the only ideas i have so far fjsbndnd

summary - marcy

ok so i want to be rly mean about marcys segment: this is going off the theory that marcys parents moved away while the trio was in amphibia.

anne doesnt know this yet tho, so shes in for quite a surprise when she turns onto marcys street to find a realtor sign on the front lawn. the clues are all there: an empty driveway, sign on the lawn, an overall empty vibe coming from the house. but it doesnt completely register at first. its not til anne actually comes up close does she notice the sign.

anne tries to deny it, and decides to prove to herself that “no marcys parents wouldnt do this. theyre not that cruel. im just gonna check marcys room myself.” the front doors locked, so she just goes over to marcys window and climbs in.

but its completely empty.

ok not totally empty, but a lot of marcys furniture and stuff is gone, except for a few stray toys and other “junk.” the home guys (idk what theyre called????) are still kind of in the process of cleaning everything out, so theres still some stuff left here and there around the house. but its still way too empty. and its yet another gut punch for anne.

anne searches the rest of the house a bit more, hoping that shes just hallucinating. but no, marcys parents are really gone. she tried to deny it before, but now she has more of an idea of how shitty the wu parents are. so anne decides to just mope around in marcys old room, checking out the stuff their parents left behind.

maybe she finds an old blanket marcy liked when he was rly young. or an old rubiks cube from marcys vast collection. a cnc figurine, some cards, a pride flag, and old diary? a couple of other old toys, an old report card or two, or maybe even some stray clothes. whatever anne finds, its all thats left of marcy, at least in LA.

it really doesnt leave anne in that much of a better emotional position. she already felt conflicted enough about what happened in true colors and what she found out abt marcy. but seeing even a small glimpse of what marcy was dealing with, it just makes her more confused. marcy was such a sweet kid! theres no way they couldve done anything wrong. yet here anne was, betrayed by both of her childhood friends.

only now is anne really taking the time to process the fact that marcy essentially kidnapped her and sasha with the calamity box. he didnt mean to do it, and theres no way they couldve known the box would actually work, but it doesnt completely excuse marcy. his actions still hurt anne and sash, and while they meant the best of intentions, it didnt rly come through that way.

and now marcy was dead. stabbed in the back by the newt king.

and now annes curled up in an empty bedroom, wrapped up in one of marcys old blankets, trying to wrap her head around her feelings about marcy while reminiscing in the past.

summary - extras/epilogue??

i kind of like the idea that anne ends up drifting off in which ever bedroom ended up being the second one she visited. she slowly comes back to consciousness, with her surroundings feeling somewhat familiar, only to wake up in horror bc “OH SHIT I FORGOT TO GO BACK HOME” im not completely sold on the idea tho bc it feels a bit abrupt and like too much of a tone shift?? idk it doesnt feel exactly right

but anyways, im also playing around with the idea of a small epilogue scene with the calamity trio hanging out in annes room, a good amount of time after amphibia ended. dont know what theyre doing in there, but theyre just chilling and feeling a bit nostalgic i guess.

but uh yeah thats pretty much what ive got for the overall idea. it doesnt feel too out of reach, but somethjng like this would definitely be ambitious. i could mayyyybe handle writing out the vn and drawing the character sprites, but i have no idea how to code a vn or draw detailed backgrounds, both of which would be pretty important to this fangame fjsndj. so i might consider having help with this.

THIS ISNT ANY SORT OF PROMISE OR WHATEVER. id rly love to follow through and make this fangame a thing, but im not making any guarantees. i have no idea if i’ll actually follow through, but i would definitely love to.

who knows. maybe in like a couple years this might actually become a thing. but for now i have no idea

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thedaythealienscame · 3 years ago

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hmmmm any of the saw movies (for the movie asks)

ask me about movies <3 | i'm going to do literally all of them with explanations for each one

saw:

fuckkkk man. the amount of thought and effort that went into this first movie was insane. a script that took years of revising, going out of their way to get cary elwes to be in the movie (they got him to watch the short film + showed him their drawings). FILMED IT ALL OVER SEVEN DAYS? god. also the concept of a saw movie focusing mostly on one trap is something the franchise hasn't done since. i love it, love the acting, love the props, love the physical effects, everything. <- changed horror as we know it even.

saw ii:

for not being written originally as a saw movie, the whole team did a phenomenal job twisting it just a tiny bit more to make it an genuine saw movie. the traps here are brutal in their simplicity, down to the one that eric matthews was in without even knowing it. what a movie. balanced the a + b plots perfectly, all the characters are memorable. wow <3

saw iii:

i've only been able to watch saw iii once and the whole time i did i felt genuinely nauseous as to what these people were being put through. it was originally intended to be the last saw movie and they really went all out for this one. the traps here aren't hard to watch because they're gorey, they're hard to watch because they're so unique it's awful to imagine, let alone see. that and the end of amanda + kramer's arcs, plus the unknowing that comes with so much after this is really <3 wow. first movie to do the series of tests for one person.

saw iv:

an all around enjoyable movie with an interesting character study on one of the few remaining cops from the second + third movies and his belief that he had the ability to save everyone that has been slowly ruining his life. all the victims in this one were bad people though so i'm removing points for this. also two of the traps were very similar idk why they did that. very good if you're sitting down just to watch a movie! loved the trap with the ice blocks

saw v:

in many ways this is a bit of a bad movie <3 it's also a very good movie when you only focus on the trap plotline which is what i went into it for. returning to the idea of the second movie of a series of traps where the victims have to work together to survive. the traps were unique, loved the fact that the victims were all connected in some way, the ways that multiple traps could have been done in multiple ways until the very end. wow <3 many saw enjoyers say this was a very bad one, i entirely agree. still a fave though (some solid theories surrounding this one too) (liked that some characters had a happy ending in this one as well)

saw vi:

good commentary in this one surrounding the american healthcare system and was very pleased to see a return to the original ideas (i.e. tests to recover from moral failings/lapses in judgement/etc). the traps were interesting to see and i very much enjoyed the focus on the phrase "live or die" and the focus on partner traps where the person inside the trap also could participate. also: nice to see hoffman get a taste of his own medicine

saw 3d:

pink blood, silly storyline, the trap that happened in a dream, and the 3d gimmick aside. this was genuinely an okay movie and i'm sad that most people don't actually like it. the traps were actually really interesting from an outside standpoint (the public execution, the one that happened in a junkyard, see/hear/speak no evil themed traps, etc). ALSO jill's betrayal was soo good. AND THE ENDING. my god <3

jigsaw:

it wasn't the worst and some of it was interesting, but it doesn't like. occupy a portion of my mind when i think of the saw franchise even though it was the only one i was old enough to have seen trailers for at the time it came out. idk. it just kind of exists? the plot was okay but i'd have preferred if the twist was different

spiral:

i'm actually mad that this one is widely regarded as a bad movie because you could see the twist coming as if the original three saw movies did not also have clues scattered throughout. highly enjoyed seeing actors that i hadn't seen before mixed with actors i had seen before and was very happy with the ending. the unique take on the concept of the movies + way that it takes place mostly outside the traps + the fact that it doesn't take itself too seriously is a plus in my book. wish it had been made without a possible sequel in mind though

#URUGHGH love these movies i think about them every day #i'm also very excited for the release of the next movie i can't wait to be able to see it (possibly) in theatres that'll be so so cool #saw #asked and answered #lover-ish

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incorrect-hunterx-quotes · 4 years ago

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Update and story time:

I thought I would pass along an update to you guys. My sickness did not start off great. It started on Monday morning and very rapidly progressed by Tuesday afternoon. I was unable to eat or drink anything for 3 days because my throat was incredibly swollen. I couldnt even swallow my own spit so I would wake up every 5 minutes gagging, so I eventually stopped sleeping.

I went to Urgent Care and they gave me the diagnosis of incredibly Enlarged Tonsils and they gave me antibiotics and steroids to take to treat it. (This was on Tuesday night). The next morning I woke up and I couldn't talk. That is how swollen my throat became. I was no longer able to take my pills because they were too big. I was able to breathe, but it was hard. After a brief consult with a doctor he said to take the steroids immediately and go from there. (The steroids were the size of a literal crumb and it was still a struggle). He also said if it didn't help to go to the ER to get an IV bag because it had already been 2 days without food or water. I spent the rest of Wednesday literally hoping the steroids would kick in and help...they did not.

That night at around 2am I decided I wouldn't sleep because I was scared of gagging every 20 seconds. I spent the next 4hrs just curled in a ball against my desk on the floor spitting in a trashcan and listening to music to keep calm. (I'm am a 25yo male, over 6'3 and decently built, not scared of anything beyond Spiders and Heights, and I was a nervous wreck)

The next morning (Thursday) I heard my mother wake up and I went to her and begged her to take me to the ER. They took me immediately and quickly got me hydrated with an IV bag. Immediately I felt the effect and it was like I just woke up. I had energy, And I actually had color returning to me. I had lost 7/8 lbs at this point because I couldnt eat or drink.

They kept me in the ER the rest of the day and they gave me a 2nd IV bag and different steroids and antibiotics injected directly into my IV line. Within an hour I could speak. It wasnt that my throat was magically opened, but the one word I was able to say on Wednesday had magically became full sentences on Thursday, even if it was really low volume compared to my usual speaking voice.

They took the Big C-test (negative) and a CAT Scan later on, and that's where things got scary (-er). The CAT scan revealed that just beyond the enlarged tonsils was a 4-inch abscess, which would possibly mean surgery to deal with.

While surgery was unclear, I would need to be transferred to a different hospital 20 minutes away where they were better equipped to deal with my situation. I finally arrived at like 3am (Froday morning) and get all checked in. I get the routine blood draw and vitals stuff and then get told to relax while the specialist finished with his other patients. About 4:30am this guy comes in and was like "we're gonna take care of this right now." And I'm like "....what?"

So he was explaining that he could drain part of the abscess and then let antibiotics and steroids do the rest of it. It sounded like a good plan. I was already in better hands and I was on my way back to normal strength. So we agreed.... and that's when I quickly learned to hate this guy.

I warned him I have an incredibly strong gag reflex, and he said it wouldn't be an issue. He'd put lidocaine (a numbing agent) on my throat and tongue and itd be fine (it wasnt).

So now here I am at almost 5am, after being awake for almost 25 hours at this point, lying on my back with a bright light on my face, 2 nurses and the doctor on all sides and not enough nerves in the world to stop from shaking like a chihuahua on a massage chair in an earthquake. And not just little nervous shaking. They were powerful shakes.

It took one touch and my gag reflex was active. I was gagging the entire time. I threw up. I was screaming and crying. I accidentally bit the main doctor guy because he tried to keep my teeth open for the needle (I refused to apologize). I had such powerful shakes that my mother needed to hold my legs. She hasn't seen me this scared in 20 years when I used to have nightmares every night. And that was only after ONE OF THE TWO drains that needed to be done. I wanted to cry more and vomit and die. I couldnt do that again. But he insisted. I asked if there was a different way. There was no way I could be conscious for this again. I already knew I'd have nightmares from that (and I did last night). But he said there wasnt. So the 2 nurses and my mother braced me as I lay on the bench crying, shaking and gagging, with blood spit and pus coming out of my mouth, while this doctor finished the other draining. It was agonizing. I haven't been this scared in over 15 years. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemies. It is like I was in one of those horror movies where a doctor just tortures patients. I wanted to cry and cry.

They soon told me I would be admitted to stay the night and that they would keep me on steroids and antibiotics overnight while they waited for things to improve. I felt asleep after being awake for 28 hours that night. The only thing on my mind was when I would have to drain the rest of the abscess.

When the doctor came in the morning to discuss what was up with the rest of the treatment he basically said "why didnt he put you on morphine or something?" ...I was speechless. So when I brought it up to the next one she said the same thing. As did the next 3... I could've avoided that trauma instead of having to do it like that.

So I ended up not needed to get the remaining abscess drained. The antibiotics and steroids they have had hooked me up to all day has been taking care of it. WITHOUT THE NEED FOR TRAUMA2.0!!! By noon I was drinking water on my own, I was even speaking louder. By 6pm i ate my first solid food since Monday nights dinner (Friday). By 8 I was on the phone with my friends talking like nothing had changed.

So I've been recovering steadily and rapidly. I should be able to leave and go home by tomorrow night. And then I'll be back at 100% shortly after.

I just wanted to thank you guys for all your messages and words of support that I've been getting these last few days, and to take a few minutes to explain what I've been dealing with these last few days. I want to thank you guys from the bottom of my heart for everything you've said. Truly, you guys and gals in this community mean the world to me.

Once I'm home I'll take a little time to get settled and we'll keep going as if this little "unplanned vacation' never happened. Take care and much love to everyone!!!

#not a quote #long reads #health #update

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years ago

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december 23 - ricky horror

title: one in seven

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its official where i live! marry christmas and happy holidays to yall. i hope you all have a great day and enjoy the last couple fics of the year! thanks again for reading and sharing, i love you all and wish you all the best in 2021.

prompt: Notes and gifts from a "secret Santa" take a strange turn

request from: n/a

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @joeynihil @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @thisplace-ishaunted @xyours-eternallyx

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one week. thats all that was left. five days till christmas day and i was all but turned off by the idea of gifts and celebration and parties and everything else that came with the holiday. i think my secret santa knew that though, whoever it was. dont get me wrong, i didnt mind being on the road for christmas, i didnt like the day, and i didnt have family to spend time with so it didnt really matter. but little did i know at the beginning of this that everyday i would wake up to something weirder in my stocking. and not even in a bad way, cause the two things id received already were super awesome.

and yes, it was the guys idea to put stockings up and do secret santa. that way we each got something small the seven days before christmas and the day of we would ultimately find out who our gift giver was over dinner as they gave us one final larger present. and dont get me wrong, i was an excellent gift giver, already two days in and vinny had loved the two things i had secretly slipped into his stocking but i was getting more impatient. i wanted to know who was getting me things only a few people knew i wanted. and ultimately i wanted vinny to know who was giving him his gifts.

when i got up today i wasnt exactly sure what i was going to be pulling out of the stocking hanging outside my bunk. the first day i had gotten a skeleton hand mug, the second day i had gotten a bag of death wish coffee, and i really just wanted to know if the theme would continue. maybe this person was trying to tell me something. i laid in my bunk as my alarm went off, silencing it almost immediately since i was awake already, just staring at the ceiling. i tossed the blanket off and slid out of my bunk slowly, looking up at chris as he leaned back into the opposing one, sipping out of his Starbucks cup from yesterday.

"morning."

i said and he held his cup to me in cheers.

"morning."

he said groggily.

"you check your stocking yet?"

i asked and he nodded.

"yep, todays was a voodoo donut and a starbucks giftcard."

he said with a smile and i laughed.

"guess you get it twice a year now huh."

i said and he nodded contently,

"whats in yours?"

he asked and i turned around, my eyes going wide at how thick it looked. i drew my brows and reached my arm into it. i felt something soft graze my hand before pulling it out.

"awe, its so cute."

i said as i pulled the plush bat out, taking the black silk eye mask off of it and petting its head. i showed it to chris.

"either my secret Santa thinks i sleep too much or not enough."

i said with a laugh, putting the eye mask into my bag next to the coffee and mug. chris laughed a little bit as ricky slid his curtain over from behind him.

"what you guys talking about?"

he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"y/n's concerned with the gifts from her secret santa."

chris answered and rick raised a brow.

"how come?"

he asked and i shrugged, hugging the bat to my chest.

"ive gotten two things of coffee so far and two things to sleep with. im getting mixed signals to say the least."

i said with a laugh and he nodded, jumping down from his bunk with a thud.

"maybe they think you needed something to help you keep up the good work, and something to help you relax. you do work harder than all of us combined."

he mentioned, making me smile.

"thanks rick, i guess ill just have to wait another few days and ask when i find out who it is."

i said and he nodded.

"guess so."

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"okay, this is getting more and more confusing."

i said, unwrapping the fuzzy blanket, holding it out to look at what was on it. the whole thing was solid black with alchemy symbols, pentagrams, crystal balls, and the likeness on it in bright pastel pinks and purples. it was really cute and matched the bat perfectly. all this stuff just had me wondering what i could be getting at dinner. i knew this blanket wasnt cheap, it had a black craft tag on it after all.

"whats confusing?"

vinny asked, holding the new bulls jersey in his hand.

"the theme of these is a little skewed to say the least."

i said and he shrugged.

"that looks comfy."

he said, running his hand over the side of it and i nodded.

"what else have you gotten?"

he asked and i sighed.

"coffee, a mug, a plush bat, a sleep mask, pastel bath bombs, a coffee and honey face scrub mask, fuzzy black and pink socks, and now this blanket. its like a care package."

i said and he shrugged.

"guess youll just have to find out at dinner, which we should probably get ready for."

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as we all sat around the table i watched intently as we went down the line, each person giving their last gifts. justin had chris, chris had ryan, ryan had aj, aj had justin, i had vin, vin had rick, and finally rick had me. as he got up he reached for a large box and my eyes went wide.

"okay y/n i know all week youve been trying to figure out what the hell this all could be leading up to but i asked all of the guys if we could pitch in on something so its not just from me."

i drew my brows.

"we all know you work ten times harder than the rest of us so we all wanted to do something special for you."

he said, setting the box down in front of me on the table.

"you guys didnt have to do that. you guys put so much into the band, im nothing special."

i said and he sent me a disapproving look.

"but you are, without you none of this would work. so as a thank you from all of us..."

he said, pointing to the box and i moved slowly to open it, all of them watching me intently. i ripped the paper off first, then going in to rip the tape off it and popping the sides open one at a time. when i pulled the tissue paper out of the way i drew my brows. in it was a large wooden box.

"okay?"

i asked, pulling it out and setting it on the table in place of the carboard box.

"open it."

chris said from across the table and i pushed the gold tab up, lifting the lid. as soon as i saw what was in it my mouth dropped. i wanted to inspect it more but my vision was going blurry at the tears behind my eyes.

"you guys."

i said, closing it and standing up to give rick a hug.

"so i take it you like it?"

he asked and i nodded against him, pulling away and wiping the tears off my face.

"its beautiful."

i said, opening the box back up and looking over the kit of art supplies. there was everything i could ever ask for in here: a water color palette, gouache, oil pastels, soft pastels, colored pencils, drawing pencils, two sketch pads, brushes, the whole nine yards.

"we wanted to get you something that you enjoy and that relaxes you. this whole week ive been building up stuff that could make you comfortable during or after a long work day: comfy stuff to sleep with, coffee when youre running around making sure we're all in line, spa stuff to help you chill at home. they all helped with this idea but we thought it could be something to get you out of the real world when youve had enough. and now youll think of all of us when you use it."

he said with a wide smile and i couldn't help crying again.

"you guys take such good care of me."

i said through a sniffle as vin leaned over and hugged me, then Justin leaned in and did the same, pretty soon all of them were standing around me in big a group hug.

"we love you y/n, we wouldnt get anything done without you and we're so glad to call you a team member and most importantly a friend."

rick said, as they all stood back up and went back to their seats.

"thank you guys, for everything. and thank you especially for making this a special christmas, the most special christmas ive ever had."

he squeezed my shoulder gently.

"youre part of the family now y/n, and we wouldnt want it any other way."

#25 days of christmas requests #x reader #ricky horror #imagines #one shots #im so far up miws ass

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black-streak · 5 years ago

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Waiting for the Worms - Comfortably Numb

Part 5

Warnings as always. This isn't terribly dark. Again, more informative, but a fun little lead up towards the future, so there's that. (Take note of the way Marinette describes her movements, it's not extremely important, but gives a little insight to her mind.)

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Sitting in a coma for a year was only mildly less terrible than sitting in a grave for however long.

On the one hand, Marinette was in a coma for a much longer period of time as far as she could tell. On the other, she was alive and could feel this body. Could hear the nurse read the newspaper to her, always announcing the date at the beginning of the visit. Sure, most of the news of this local area meant very little to her, but beggars can't be picky or whatever the saying was.

Still, nothing could possibly beat the feeling of waking up fully. As these eyes (Both! They both opened now!) took in the room, she decided to focus in on her nurse. Watching the little delicate movements and shifts and attempting to replicate them to ensure all her nerve endings still worked. That muscles, large and small, still responded to commands, nothing paralyzed or unresponsive. While every movement strained against itself, everything still worked to some extent. Weak, but there. It seemed laying mostly still for over a year and a however much longer had deteriorated the muscle mass. Not surprising, but annoying when she desperately wanted to work her body into a frenzy just to prove she could.

Laying there a little longer to take stock of healed over injuries, she came to the realization that this throat felt weird. She opened the mouth and attempted to ask the nurse, only for nothing to come out. Narrowing eyes, she reached out and gently tapped thin fingers on the nightstand next to the still reading nurse, drawing his attention to her.

Startled molten gold met her and suddenly he was up and taking the vitals, checking everything to be sure Marinette was truly awake and okay. He started speaking in a soothing, soft voice, though she could barely focus on the words enough to process them. Reaching out again, she stopped him midstep and then brought that same hand up to the throat to indicate the problem. She couldn't speak.

The man seemed to understand and nodded along, quickly paging a doctor and coming back to her, pressing a button to gently prop her up and slowly adjust a few machines before turning back and slowly asking a few basic yes or no questions.

Did she know who she was? Yes, she was Marinette, stuck in the once dead body of her soulmate. She shook to indicate she didn't. With the state of the grave, she doubted she would be welcomed back to the manor. Best not to let them know who Jason was and have them contacting Bruce.

Did she know where she was? A hospital. She gave a nod for that.

Did she know the date? Yes, the nurse had read the date every day for a little over a year now. That much was easy to agree to, despite the timeline confusing her.

Does she know what happened to her? Well yes, but she shook her head no. She couldn't very well explain dying by Joker's cruelty while in the wrong body as Robin and climbing out of a grave. That was like, three separate identity reveals to one stranger. It also made zero sense and she'd probably end up institutionalized.

With the knowledge that she understood him and wasn't brain dead, the man informed her of the various injuries she knew of, plus a few bonus ones that alluded her. Then, he mentioned her inability to speak.

While all of the breaks and bruising had healed up well, the damage to the vocal chords had been horrific and while they did their best, the damage was done. They couldn't even remove them without it potentially cutting off her airway or esophagus.

She was effectively mute.

Marinette finally woke up after a year in a coma and however long in that grave and she still couldn't scream to her heart's content. This was stupid.

All she could do was glare off into space, ignoring the doctor that came in to do a checkup.

…

After a week they took her off feeding tubes and IV only hydration and started reintroducing a liquid diet. Progress was slow and painful, but necessary.

After another two weeks they brought in soft solids like pudding and oatmeal. This is also when they first tried to help her stand up a little on her own and fine motor control was finally stable enough to write short phrases on a white bored. Rehabilitation was turning out to be an annoyingly long process.

After a month in this place, she finally left her room for the first time and abruptly realized they transferred her to a children's hospital at some point. It made sense. Jason was about fifteen when she died for him and small due to his time on the streets. Stunted growth, likely. They probably assumed she was about fourteen right now, despite the year technically making them sixteen. Even then, it would make the cutoff for a children's facility.

The bright colors across the walls and floors jarred her a bit after the nothing of so long, but was a welcome change. She tried not to glare at the little sick kids running about as she wheeled slowly along corridors, not quite able to walk on these stick thin legs.

Reports of a child John Doe had been filed, but no one really looked at those that hadn't lost their kid, so no one who would recognize Jason ever saw his report. She would be here a while. At least until she recovered enough to be considered okay for discharge. Then she would be put into the system as an orphan. She had no intention of staying long enough to see that through.

Jason and her had taken to the streets before and would thrive out there more than in any foster home they could find her. For now, she would settle back and allow the recovery process to take control.

…

Or so she thought. She'd only been awake for a little over a month, but she guessed the file must've been put through when she first came in to try and find his guardian. Someone, somewhere, recognized Jason Todd.

Whoever they were sold the information to Talia Al Ghul.

The woman came in the middle of the night and stole Marinette away. With this weak body and useless voice box, struggling didn't even seem like an option.

Where would it get her, anyways? Dropped off a rooftop and possibly stuck in a grave again? Talia could kill her again and she wouldn't stand a chance in defending herself. Marinette was not willing to take that chance, so she stayed complacent in her kidnapping.

Talia asked many questions of her, curious as to the state of her new play thing. She had to have known that Jason was supposed to be dead. Marinette didn't bother with paying the questions any attention. It's not like she could respond and she felt hesitant to reveal the inability. She worried over what Talia would do upon finding out the extent of the damage. Would keeping Jason be worth it to her?

Either way, she sensed the ever festing frustration in the older woman with every passing inquiry left unanswered. The look in her eyes spoke of a willingness to torture the information out of her.

Good luck with that.

At the same time, what could Marinette possibly lose at this point. She already died once and had no home to return to. The once ever present tug in her mind was long gone and hadn't returned with her resurrection. She already lost Jason and her old life. If she actually died again by Talia's hand, would it kill her as well by this point? The body was as good as hers what with the lost connection. Either she could either actually die in it now or she was immortal. When it came to it, with no connection or way to truly live on or track down her past life, she had nothing left to fear.

Eventually she came to a decision. Looking up at the woman before her, she lifted a hand to point to the throat and quickly made a slashing motion across it, which Talia immediately nodded in understanding at. She left for a moment only to drop into the seat across the way again and drop a notebook and pen between them. Marinette picked it up and slowly wrote out a phrase.

'Vocal Chords destroyed.'

Talia only nodded and gestured to continue.

'Long coma, deteriorated muscles. Not much function.'

"And coming back from the dead? How'd that happen?"

Marinette only shrugged. She truly didn't have an answer. Luckily that seemed sufficient an answer.

"Your brain is fully functional though. I can see how closely you're watching me. Waiting and observing. Not nearly as reckless as your past actions made you out to be. Perhaps dying has that affect though."

Marinette only watched silently as Talia mulled the thought over.

"And the damage otherwise?"

'Mostly healed over. Weakened though.'

The following conversation continued much the same. Talia asked questions and either answered them herself or waited for a short response in return. It didn't take long to get the full extent of the situation hashed out. Talia seemed to regard her with an excited gleam now and reassured her that that could all be fixed. Not to worry, the process only hurt a little. In the end, 'Jason' would feel all better.

Marinette wasn't sure exactly how to respond to this news. Yes, the promise of healing faster and possibly regaining her voice was a tempting offer, but in the end, she knew the woman wanted something from her. The price of health would be steep, of that she seemed sure. Again, she couldn't help but wonder what her alternatives were. This would happen whether or not she consented. Might as well make it feel like she had some control over the situation, if only for the comfort it lent her. She gave a jerky nod and watched the woman's smile grow.

Letting this head loll to the side, Marinette blanked out on everything else, falling into a restless sleep for the duration of their journey to wherever they were going.

…

Over the next few weeks, she woke up in random locations, being carted off into a hotel and up towards their rooms. She was never allowed to leave the room or do much more than eat and drink and use the restroom. It was similar to how she imagined prisoners lived, only in nicer conditions. Talia, while adjusted to live in any conditions, preferred to live luxuriously after all. And it wouldn't do to have a random, half dead kid following her around, raising questions all the time. Marinette couldn't truly blame her for that. She remained hidden.

…

At the end of their travels, she followed Talia out of the final hotel room and out into a cab. The cab dropped them off at a seemingly random location only for the two to walk out into the dessert. She wouldn't be surprised if that cab was only a front for the league. They walked for well over an hour, Marinette lucky to have healed enough to walk so long, even though it started to wear her down after the first thirty minutes, only determination to not be left behind moving her forward.

Talia must've stolen her without informing anyone else of her intentions. Otherwise, she's sure they would've taken a more direct and less discreet route. As it was, they reached a cave entrance and made their way down and down until eventually they begin to veer down different paths, Talia disabling traps as they went.

Eventually they reached an opening into a glowing green room, the glow emitting from a massive pool in the center. Something about the place set her on edge. The glow reminding her of Plagg's toxic green eyes and letting off what had to be a magical aura. Talia smiled down at her in a reassuring manner, putting a hand to the small of this body, nudging her forward.

Calculating the risk, it seemed her best bet to go along with the woman's plan. Talia would want her alive, so surely this wouldn't kill her. Plus, Talia seemed sincere in her promise of healing this body up and Marinette might as well be a walking lie detector at this point. The woman meant her every word. Taking a deep breath, she only hoped this magic would accept her as well as the miraculouses had.

Hovering a foot over the pool, she hesitated only a moment before remembering Kagami's advice from all those years ago. Hesitation had never helped her before and had no place here. Blinking, she nodded and let herself drop down into the pit.

#ml x dc #maribat #jasonette #WFTW #part 5 #mightve been sitting on this for a week on accident #my bad

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jaune-chat · 4 years ago

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If this is too many just pick those that you feel like answering haha but here goes:

1, 4, 13, 15, 24, 30, 36, 37, 40, 43, 51, 57, 62 (could be 7 characters, could be more depending on your mood ig lol), 64, 73, 78, 80, 83, 92, and 97

Cheers! ^^

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Yes. All of the above. Depends on what I’m drinking. But I like mugs for their warmth and solidity.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Quiet and a good student. I was/am good at memorizing, so I could pick up things quickly, and I didn’t talk a lot due to shyness + a speech impediment.

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring. I had literal dozens in high school, most of them on a backpack rather than my keys, but even now I have a few key chains on my key rings.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? All Quiet on the Western Front. It was the only one I remember that was assigned that actually moved and interested me and that I actually reread periodically to this day.

24. favorite crystal? Ooo, that’s tough, because I like a lot, but amethyst is probably my favorite.

30. places that you find sacred? Green spaces. There was an outdoor chapel in a Y camp I went to as a kid that they called the Green Cathedral, due to the tall trees, and that was one of my first meaningful religious experiences. (I’ve been in a few lovely churches too, where it’s clear the builders really cared about expressing their love for their spirituality, and those are beautiful and sacred too.)

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? While memes certainly existed before the internet (as did I, I grew up without it because it didn’t exist yet), the first I really remember seeing was Cheezburger Cat, “I can haz cheesburger?”

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase. I like the stuff I folded to be in the same place when I get to where I’m going.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? We once had a fire at my high school, started in the woodshop, by a guy who threw an illegal cigarette (he was underage to smoke and smoking wasn’t allowed on school grounds) into a garbage can full of sawdust... on Stamp Out Smoking Day. Which I recall was during cold weather and the school officials didn’t allow us to have our jackets in class, nor let us get our jackets, so we all huddled outside and froze for a long while before they let us go inside (it still stank of smoke everywhere) to get our stuff before letting the whole school go home.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie. If you’re going to have casual outerwear it might as well have a head covering attached so I don’t have one more thing to juggle.

51. current stresses? Other than the pandemic, political and social inequality, and climate catastrophe? Idiots at work, lack of motivation to get writing done, upswing in my depression symptoms due to the pandemic et al, and possibly a dose of anxiety to top it off.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? My suicidal college depression (still ongoing, but has been more manageable), being able to find and keep a job after being fired from one I had spent nearly ten years working towards, and finding and maintaining friendships once away from school.

62. seven characters you relate to? Herald Talia from Mercedes Lackey’s Heralds of Valdemar series. Jazz from the novel Artemis by Andy Weir. Sandra Bennett from the TV show Heroes. Dumery from The Blood of a Dragon novel by Lawrence Watt-Evans. Cassandra from the Touchstone series by Andrea K Höst. Mhera the ottermaid from the novel The Taggerung from the Redwall series by Brian Jacques. And Resti from the short story Death and the Ugly Woman by Bruce D. Arthurs in the short story collection Sword and Sorceress IV (1987). (If anyone manages to find this book and this story, trigger warning for sexual assault and death - I did not know this coming into the story, as content warnings were not a thing at that time/and in novels, period. It’s a powerful and well-written story, but it does have dark material.)

64. favorite website from your childhood? Again I grew up pre-internet so I didn’t start surfing the web until I was nearly 12, and the internet was still pretty new to all and sundry. The I Can Has Cheezburger site had the funny memes of the day, so I’ll go with that.

73. favorite weird flavor combo? When the parents would take us to a buffet, I and my sister were allowed to get what we wanted. We had to get salad first, though, and as I wasn’t a fan of lettuce or a lot of salad vegetables, I would make what I call “cheese salad” (in the best American Midwest/South tradition). It was a combination of cottage cheese, cheese shreds, pepperoni or bacon pieces, hot cheese sauce, and ranch dressing. Yum! (I still make a version of this for when I need tasty food in a hurry and can’t be arsed to prepare anything else.)

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? I don’t like coffee at all, and have never had sushi. But as I understand that the quality of fish and preparation really matters in sushi, I am supposing that a specialist sushi restaurant would give a far better experience. Whereas coffee can be drunk for pleasure, but when sufficiently doctored just works for the caffeine boost. So I’d rather have bad coffee that I can doctor, rather than bad raw fish that can only be doctored so much.

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel Tones. If I could get away with it, I’d decorate my whole house and body with jewel tones.

83. writing or drawing? Writing. My ability to describe something in words far surpasses my ability to recreate it with drawing.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? For pure ambiance in a room? At night, lamps. By day, sunlight. For a magical feel or to uplift myself? Fairy lights. To find whatever the heck it is I just dropped? Overhead lights.

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? When I was a kid, pre-cell phones? Probably over a dozen. Now? Two, mine and the husband’s. I also have a few old phone numbers rattling around in my skull, and a couple from ads that have burned themselves into my brain.

#ask answered

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roarsaidthedinosaur · 4 years ago

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all #s ending in 5

omg thank u bud this was VERY many and VERY fun 😘

5. What is the creepiest toy ever made? honestly probably furbies, i had one that when you took the batteries out would glitch and move its eyes in like a half blink and NO THANK U demon bird doll

15. What is the most important thing about electronics? What does this say about you?they let you talk to people you love that are very far away. it says that i’m a big mush

25. When was the last time you felt awkward? i am awkward literally every time i take a breath but the last time i FELT awkward was this morning asking someone to repeat their question to me and then still answering the wrong question lmao ITS NOT MY FAULT everyone is wearing face masks and a solid 40% of my listening comprehension comes from lip reading

35. Describe the worst friend you have ever befriended. oooooh man okay this is rough because i try to give people the benefit of the doubt always and like i genuinely believe that most people think they ARE good friends even if theyre not a good friend to you specifically. but i think the worst friend i have ever befriended is one of the girls from my sorority in college. i dont think she realized she did it but she would always comment on my weight (which is funny bc i was like...... p average in college lol ive always been chub but i was like maybe a size 8??) and when she started working out she would always be like “oh do you want this shirt/shorts i lost too much to fit into them anymore” and i was like uh no im good i dont want your fat clothes lmao anyway we still message once in a blue moon i harbor no animosity tbh she just really didnt get why she was being rude i guess

45. Do you like and appreciate yourself? yes i am funny and cute

55. Which medium do you use for expressing your artistic emotions? (Singing, writing, etc.) i like painting and drawing and writing a lot but i do them for different reasons. painting is for being sad, drawing is for feeling inspired, writing is to clear my head

65. What is your opinion on beauty in today’s society? i think it’s changing a lot and more people are realizing that a lot of the stereotypical standards are bs, but as long as people are happy with their choices then i’m happy for them. but i think the most beautiful people are the soft ones

75. What is your life story in 6 words? sad girl, made friends, happy girl

85. Favorite memory of your family. it was probably when we went down for our first vacation to south carolina to a condo my dad’s cousin owned, i was probably like 6 or 7? we were allowed to have fruity pebbles for breakfast AND pepperoni pizza for dinner AND we went mini golfing AND fishing AND to the beach it was the perfect week. we hd a very fun time at my brother’s 30th birthday too a couple years ago

95. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? yosemite but also all of the places i was supposed to go in the last 4 months but couldn’t :’(

105. When was the last time you got seriously angry? this is a long one lol two years ago i called my family to tell them when i bought myself a car, it was before i even pulled out of the lot bc i was so excited. my dad threw a fit over the phone about getting the old license plates back and mailing them back to him RIGHT AWAY (which, they would not give them to me until the title cleared, i am not stupid and had already asked about this) and you could hear him yell through the phone and the car salesperson was trying very hard not to look like they pitied me so i hung up as i pulled away and didn’t talk to my dad for like a week. the license plates are still in the trunk of my car btw and my dad has never asked for them again so guess they didnt matter THAT much, huh dad

115. What is one thing you want to be good at?singing

125. If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you? tbh i’d prob break even. i try to be a good egg but i have done some real mean things when i was younger, intended or not

135. What is the worst excuse you’ve ever come up with? “i have to go, my brother is picking up supplies”

145. What is your opinion on second chances?yes good but thirds are on a case by case basis

#question game!#sorry abt the dad drama oops #im like 80% over it lol #also sorry abt the formatting??? im on mobile and it hates me

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just-another-romantic · 5 years ago

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Six Times: Part 6/6- The One Time He Did

Series Summary: Five times Bucky wanted to kiss you + the one time he did

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: loads of depressive thoughts from both the reader and the soldier, fluff-so much fluff to make up for the angsty mood.

“We deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.” - Nikka Ursula.

Hands. The workers of our bodies. So many precious moments captured by them. Slender fingers dancing across the bridge of porcelain keys, the magic that sparks when two lovers intertwine their hands together. There’s a reason why old witches read palms, they had seen secrets in ways no one else could. Hands gathered crops, knitted clothing, stitched wounds together again. Hands give life.

Bucky had never liked his hands, for multiple reasons, really. He hated the way his veins popped out on his skin, how calloused they were from working in Brooklyn. He hated that he never had long enough fingers to play the piano or the guitar or no matter how many pretty girls held his hand, they never fit perfectly and there were never explosions of skin on skin.

After that long fall in Austria, he hated how he only had one. And after many cold, sleepless nights in a prison cell when Hydra had to keep him awake, Bucky hated how they were a weapon of war.

Now, sitting on the roof of Avengers tower, looking out on all of New York, Bucky looked down at his hands, blinking tears out of his eyes. He hated his hands more than ever because they had almost taken (Y/n)’s life.

Obviously, Bucky had no recollection of it- memories of the Winter Soldier only came back in dreams, so vivid there was no denying that they were real. He woke up in his bed with a pounding ache in his right temple. Steve sat next to him, a face so grim it made Bucky’s heart drop.

“What did I do?” he asked, his voice raspy and dry.

Steve just whispered, “She’s in Med bay. We could’ve lost her.” The captain might as well have torn the sergeant in half.

That was a month ago. Bucky refused to see her, even when she got out of hospitalization. It was safer that way. He couldn’t hurt her anymore.

But (Y/n) was persistent. She knew it wasn’t him that blocked her airway, it was the ghost of what he had to become many many years ago. She didn’t even need to forgive him if there was no way her heart could be mad at him.

However, she still respected his space. She knew that he was ignoring her for a reason-fear. Fear of hurting. Fear of anger. fear of everything that was unknown to him. Instead, Bucky would find letters slipped under his door, the ink of (Y/n)’s loopy cursive bleeding through, still fresh. She built dreams in paragraphs, telling him how there was no possible way for her to be angry. She signed every letter with I love you. Bucky wished he could believe it.

There was no way she could’ve meant it. Bucky was awake at 3:30 in the morning only because he dreamt of it; he had remembered it. (Y/n)’s eyes red and popping, the way how she had tried so desperately to make reason with him, the way her hand delicately caressed his face before passing out, as if it was a romantic moment instead of deadly.

Just as he was contemplating whether to stay or not, his ears picked up on the soft patter of bare feet against the concrete roof. “FRIDAY still tells me when you have a nightmare,” (Y/n) explained, “guess Tony still has that coded in whatever system.”

Despite himself, Bucky turned to look at her. The first time he laid eyes on her in a month. Her bright eyes were glossy and red rimmed, underlined with dark circles, her hair a mess from sleep and sweatpants and T-shirt wrinkled and lopsided. She was a specimen of true beauty. Her name spilled from Bucky’s lips the same time his did her own. She laughed, as smooth and sweet as honey. Oh, he wished he could smile, laugh along with her as if he wasn’t living his worst nightmare.

“You should go back to bed,” he told her gruffly.

“You say that as if I have been sleeping at all,” (Y/n) replied, standing her own like a force of nature. Wildfire, Bucky thought, she’s made of pure gold. “Buck, what you did, wasn’t you.”

“It was still my hands.”

“Being controlled by the demon those bastards made you into,” she said, voice raising in volume. Bucky’s voice caught in his throat. “Seventy years, Buck,” she continued, voice cracking in bits and pieces. “Seventy years of torment, brainwashing you to the brink of madness itself. Seventy years of doing the dirty work of high men who couldn’t afford to get their hands bloodied, so they hung the price and guilt over your head.” (Y/n) paused, choking down a sob, wiping the evidence off of her face with her sleeve. “You weren’t yourself all those years. You were thrown into the pit of hell and dragged yourself out of it. That was you, Bucky, not that weapon they made you think you were.”

“Is that what you think?” He asked, barely louder than a whisper. “Yes,” she answered. “It wasn’t the Bucky that I know and love.”

He could barely comprehend the fact that (Y/n) (Y/L/n) just admitted that she loved him before she was scrambling forward, boosting herself on the edge of the building next to him. In her charcoal covered hands was a spiraled notebook. Gingerly, she held it out to him, in such a manner that seemed as if she was giving over her own heart. Bucky obliged, the leather of the notebook feeling heavy in his hands. “I don’t know if my words can convince you, Buck, but maybe these will.”

Bucky opened it. The first drawing he saw was a black and white oil pastel. The image so detailed it could be mistaken for a photograph. It was from her point of view, laying on a cold hospital bed (though one could barely consider it a bed), left forearm stretched out, fist clenched, almost painfully tight. The only color on the page was the bright blue liquid that dripped from her IV, flowing into her bloodstream. Hydra’s mixture. Deep breaths, Bucky...

The next page he flipped to was obviously a self portrait done by (Y/n). The image rattled Bucky to his core. It was of her, stuck in the corner of a room, knees to her chest. Zip ties held her hands and feet together, tears streamed out of fearful eyes. She was screaming, but the duck tape against her lips prevented any noise from coming out. But scrawled onto the tape in bright red pen were the words Ready To Comply. Bucky shuddered, a sudden chill washing over him.

He skipped the next few pages until his eyes landed on one that was unmistakably him. His body, tangled in white blankets, only his bare back exposed. His arms used as a pillow for his head, shaggy black hair a mess around him. A image of him during a nightmare, no doubt. Above him, numerous hands reached out to him ominously, blood trickling off of some of the fingers. It was watercolor, brush strokes capturing the beautifully terrifying moment.

There were dozens more. Of him, of her. The last one captured his attention the most. Yet again, its him - pale skin contrasted by long brownish-black locks of hair, limps parted in a whimper. Hands made of smoke cover his eyes and a good portion of his face, the seal of Hydra burnt into the skin in red. He’s trapped, blind, and so vulnerable. Above him, the same red spells out Hail Hydra. The sight made Bucky want to throw up.

A warm flesh hand grasped Bucky’s metal plated one. “That man that I drew, he is not you. You are James Buchanan Barnes, not the Winter Soldier. Not the monster the media thinks you are, or the monster you think you are, or the monster Hydra tried to make you. I love you, regardless of what you think you are and what others have made you out to be.”

Throughout her entire speech, (Y/n) had been moving closer to him, snuggling herself into Bucky’s side for comfort, and when the man turned his head, there noses were nearly brushing. Her features were barley visible in the early morning light, but the warm glow of the lights by the door caught the mountains of her cheek bones, the slope of her nose, and the curves of her lips. Her lips - pink, full, and glossy. The pair’s heavy breathing mixed.

“Bucky,” she whispered, her hand grasping onto the fabric of his shirt. His flesh hand cupped her cheek, admiring the handiwork of God himself, and closed the gap.

Bucky’s mind fell into the abyss that was (Y/n). His mind went blank. She tasted like lavender and honey, with the faintest hint of mint. She smelled like vanilla Her embrace felt like home. It was over a second later, (Y/n) being the one to pull away, shaking like a willow. A tear slipped from her closed lids and Bucky was quick to kiss it away, the salt staining his tongue. “It’s happy tears,” she assured, (y/e/c) revealing themselves from under hoods, meeting steel gray. “I love you,” he admitted weakly, “ever since I saw you in that dress at Stark’s party.”

Her laugh echoed through the night, melodious. “About damn time, Barnes.” They chuckled together in harmony.

“I have a question,” said he.

“I have an answer.”

“How long have you loved me?”

Sighing, (Y/n) leaned against the solid, unmoving man, her head pillowed in the slope of his shoulder. “I was so blind,” she said, barely audible, as if she was afraid to answer. “I didn’t realize I loved you until when you visited me in the hospital, how upset I got when you didn’t kiss me. That’s when I finally began to admit it. But my soul loved yours long before that, maybe even before we met.

“When I first met you,” she continued, “my heart lunged out of my chest. My soul knew yours, no doubt. I kept my distance though.”

“Because you were afraid of me,” Bucky concluded.

“No, because I was afraid to fall in love with you the first day.”

Bucky let go of his metallic grip on her hand, stretching it out. “So...this thing doesn’t bother you?”

She smiled, teeth flashing and light reaching her eyes. “Not in the slightest.” As gentle as a June breeze, she enveloped the hand in her own. “Do you know how it works?”

The childlike curiosity made him chuckle. “If I’m being completely honest, I’ve got no clue.”

She playfully swatted him. “I feel like if it’s attached to you, you should know how it works!”

“All I know is that it’s somehow connected to my nervous system!”

The vibranium plates clicked and whirled underneath (Y/n)’s fingertips. “So, like, can you feel things with it?”

“In the hand, yes,” he explained. “In the arm I just feel pressure.”

(Y/n) lifted his hand to her mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to the palm, then to the pads of his fingers, the coolness enveloping warm lips like a balm. Goosebumps pricked up on Bucky’s flesh as (Y/n) began to leave a trail of kisses, trailing up his arm to his left cheek. The center of his forearm, the crook of his metal elbow, a single tender kiss were scared tissue met bolts and nails, and finally, a soft kiss to the slope of his cheekbone.

“I don’t know how many more times I’ll end up saying this tonight, or how much more in days to come, but oh my god, I love you,” she said with a breathy laugh.

“You can say it as often as you like, only if you do me the honor of being my girl.”

She smiled, pressing a quick peck to his lips. “Of course,” she murmured before leaning in for another.

“(Y/n)…tell me this isn’t a dream.” His whisper was pained, frightened. “I don’t want to wake up from it.”

She offered him another kiss, and he quickly complied. Once pulled apart, she said, “I don’t think my heart would be beating this madly if it was.”

FINAL NOTE

Holy crap. It’s finished. I hope you all love this story as much as I do. Special thanks to @acf2510 for unending love and support on this series. Feel free to message me or comment if you would like to be on my EVERYTHING taglist. I love you all. Peace out, ima go cry now.

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alltheloveflowerh · 6 years ago

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70′s Love story

disclaimer: this is something i wrote a long time ago, ive teased it a few times but i never got around finishing it, not sure whether y’all are gonna like it but here it is, at least as much as it was written.

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The city of Brighton and Hove wasn’t the ideal place to live in the period of 1970’s, but despite everything Y/N made it work. Some parts of the city were threatened with demolition while others were being built, but the level of unemployment in Brighton and Hove was still very high, especially in the central districts. Therefore, Y/N had a bit of a problem at first; because inheriting a pub after her father’s passing wasn’t an option. It’s not that she didn’t want it, but more that she wasn’t fit for that kind of a job, since then an eighteen-year-old, didn’t know much about running a bar where all bikers of Brighton hung out; so her godfather, or the best friend of Y/N’s father, took over the business. That’s why Y/N choose to do art; a little bit of everything – street art, painting, drawing, embroidery – name it, she’s done it. It wasn’t the highest income, but it was enough for a now twenty-year-old to afford the rent and additional costs.

Living with one parent was hard for Y/N, but it was way harder after her father’s passing. When her mother left them, only to remarry some rich snob from London, it was tough on the young girl who was supposed to grow up without a mother, but her dad did everything in his power to make her feel as loved as possible and to make life easier for his little girl. Her father was one of the most respected men in the area; everyone knew him and everyone loved the kind biker who always had his little girl with a mop of curls in his arms. So after his death, Y/N’s godfather Niklaus took the responsibility of further raising her and making sure that the girl grew up to be as wonderful as her father was.

Y/N’s apartment wasn’t too big; it was a small one-bedroom apartment. The main room contained the necessary kitchen equipment, a dining table, and the remaining space could be considered the living room. Her bedroom, however, was much smaller due to the fact that half of it was used to make a bathroom and the other half had a platform bed and several but small bedroom cabinets for different uses. Despite it being a rather small apartment, the rent was still high, therefore when Niall came to Y/N looking for a couch to sleep on, they split the bills and it ended up being affordable for both of them.

Speaking of Niall, he had been Y/N’s best friend for years; he was one of the kindest people with a heart of gold, but he was forced to leave his parent’s house as they did not accept him for who he was, so Y/N was the first who immediately offered him a place to stay and food to eat. And Niall was a great roommate, amazing even; not only did he clean after himself and willingly help with all chores, but he also always assisted Y/N whenever she was choosing what to wear and Niall was damn good at it.

Like her father, who had been a biker living the rocker life for over twenty years, Y/N too became a massive fan of the rock’n’roll music and their style of living. Her wardrobe mostly consisted of denim and leather clothes, with worn-out band t-shirts and worn-out combat boots and converse shoes. Sometimes her appearance could remind one of the hippies, with her bright colours, patterned and floral clothes; but that was rare, it only happened when Niall had enough of seeing Y/N in different shades of black so he would make her wear those clothes.

So when Y/N, a sweet and soft spoken girl who always wore a smile on her face, met Harry who was the exact opposite of her, it was quite unusual. Because Harry was someone you wouldn’t know was nice, unless you met them. He had sullen face; a frown on his face, mean stare – a face that looked mad ninety percent of the time, but inside he was a nice and caring person although he rarely showed it.

Harry was this twenty-two-year-old boy who lived alone in the city of Brighton and Hove. He had been obsessed with motorcycles ever since he was around six years old, and he later on started working as a mechanic at the age of sixteen. At twenty-two, he continued being a mechanic although he only works with motorcycles – that was his forte. With that, Harry had earned himself the respect of fellow bikers who accepted him as one of their own. The older bikes thought of him as their son, while the bikers around his age considered him a brother and a friend.

With that one specific pub where all bikers gathered, Harry too became one of their regulars, famous for his significant leather jacket with a Harley Davidson logo embroidered on the back and Styles embroidered on the left side of the front; as well as his restored motorcycle parked at the front. In the past few months Harry also sang on almost every Friday and Saturday night, after the people in the pub discovered the young man’s talent for singing and songwriting. But that pub wasn’t only important because there he felt the most at home but because that’s where he met Y/N.

The day when they met, started for Y/N off by Niall violently shaking her to wake her up, since she was going to be late for work. As the day went by and Y/N was finishing her work, she planned to visit Nik (who she usually called uncle Nik). Y/N didn’t have a habit of spending too much time in that pub; she only went there at the end of each month when uncle Nik would need her to help him out with the bills and payment since she had the brains for that sort of thing. It was a usual day until she met the unusual boy.

As she walked into the pub, she went straight to the bar where all the papers were laid out for her. Quickly waving at Nik, who was sorting out the back, she sat down on a stool and started doing her thing. It didn’t take her a long time to finish doing the bills, so she put them behind the bar before sitting back down and taking a book out of her backpack. Y/N loved reading, and when she was reading she was so invested in the story that she would forget about her surroundings, which usually ended in someone scaring her, just like then when a certain voice startled her.

‘’What’s a girl like you, doing in a pub like this?’’

‘’Do me a solid and leave, yeah?’’ Y/N looked over at the boy leaning against the bar, looking straight at her with a smug face.

‘’You look a tad too young for this place, we do not approve of underage drinking here.’’ The boy with Styles written on his leather jacket said.

‘’Well, you look like a prick, but you don’t see me complaining.’’ With an annoyed expression and a fake smile she looked straight into his eyes; his pine green eyes with yellow spots. The boy chuckled at her.

‘’It’s a bummer you think of me like that, doll. Only looking out for you, this can be a very dangerous place, especially for a girl like you.’’ Y/N wished she could wipe that annoying smirk off his face. He was cocky, far too cocky for Y/N’s liking.

‘’Listen, Styles’’ her eyes fluttered form his chest where his name was written up to his eyes again, ‘’Blow off, and stop being a jive turkey. I am well over the age limit and I sure as hell can go wherever the hell I want to.’’ If there was anything Y/N hated, it was when men were arrogant especially towards women. Men are pigs – she always thought. So in those cases, Y/N loved using derogatory terms, the same ones they used for women.

‘’Bloody hell, feisty little thing, aren’t you, foxy?’’ An attractive woman or Foxy – there it was, another term Y/N absolutely hated. She could see Styles leaning forward a bit, suddenly inhaling the horrible smell of cigarettes. He brought his lips closer to her ear. ‘’Not that I, personally, mind but a mouth like yours could get you in a lot of trouble. Be careful, aye?’’ He lowly spoke before pulling away and meeting her gaze again.

‘’Styles. You’re not harassing my niece, are you?’’ Nik said, with a towel hanging from his shoulder as he leaned onto the counter.

‘’No, no, of course not, Klaus.’’ The young boy straightened his back, standing taller; as Y/N gave him a very smug look because it seemed like no matter how confident he was, Nik still had the authority.

‘’I’d sure hope so, lad.’’ Nik nodded at him. Y/N got up, putting the book she was reading away before she was rudely interrupted, making her way towards the exit. ‘’Bye uncle Niklaus.’’

As the door shut behind her, she could hear the door opening again before a voice spoke up behind her.

‘’I never caught your name.’’ The Styles boy jogged quickly next to her.

‘’That’s because I never told you, Casanova.’’ He chuckled at her once again; he was a decent looking lad, Y/N though, but he seemed far too up his ass.

‘’Is that so?’’ He cocked his head to one side, ‘’Then do come by again, yeah?’’ He flashed her one of his best smiles.

‘’So it’s not dangerous anymore, huh?’’

‘’I’ll make sure to protect you, angel.’’ It was weird, because Y/N liked how he winked at her after saying that. She liked his whole look, his leather jacket, leather pants, a pair of boots. She only hummed in response before she turned away leaving him behind.

‘’My name’s Harry, by the way!’’ He yelled out after her, a smile on his face, but Y/N didn’t see it because she didn’t turn around but just waved her hand in a flipping him off manner.

Harry Styles – the name of a boy who was soon going to steal her heart. Of course Y/N told Niall about everything and of course Niall gushed about the biker boy with her. She told him about how full of himself he was, and how cocky he acted, but how sweet his smile was and how kind his green eyes were. Of course she denied finding him attractive, but Niall knew better.

For a few days, Y/N did not go back to the pub being swamped with work, but one time uncle Nik called her house phone, to come by the next day after work. Y/N worked for this old couple in their sixties called Charles and Tonya; technically she didn’t work for them but more like with them. Tonya owned an old art store, where people went in and out buying different arts for different purposes, but Charles was the one who asked a seventeen-year-old Y/N (and her father, of course) whether she would be willing to sell them her art. Which later became a little business of theirs, Y/N would get paid to do some embroidery on jackets, jeans, bags and so on, as well as paint some nice landscapes or portraits; and sometimes Tonya would give her extra money for her art when people insisted on paying a bigger price for her masterpieces, as the customers called them. Sometimes even, people would put in orders for a certain thing, and Y/N was always happy whenever she got a call.

After working on several items and their embroideries, Y/N decided it was enough for that day so she packed her backpack before heading to uncle Nik’s pub. Some days Y/N liked to walk and some, like that day, she took her baby blue bike and would stroll around town on it, with a little brown basket attached at the front. Leaning her bike against the walls of the pub, Y/N went inside greeting her godfather.

‘’Hey there, zippy.’’ Uncle Nik said, hugging Y/N tightly.

‘’Hii’’, she sat down in front of the bar, looking around, ‘’How have you been?’’

‘’I’m good, yeah.’’ Nik turned around grabbing a small envelope, and placing it on the bar. ‘’This is yours, zippy.’’ Ever since she was a kid, uncle Nik called her zippy as she was an energetic child who never stopped running and skipping around.

‘’What’s this?’’ Opening the envelope, she saw money inside and immediately pushed it back, ‘’No, no, this isn’t mine. I’m not taking this.’’

‘’Yes, you are, It’s your pocket money.’’ Y/N gave her uncle a deadpanned look. ‘’Don’t give me that look, young lady.’’ He added with a warning in his voice.

‘’I don’t need it, uncle Nik, I promise. I have my own.’’

‘’I do not care. I promised your father I would take care of you, and this is yours.’’ Gesturing to the money, he continued, ‘’Use it for paint, or cotton threads, just take it, alright?’’ A reassuring smile on his face.

She stayed in the pub for a little while chatting to uncle Nik, but also hoping a certain someone would walk in any second, but he never did. Uncle Nik continued doing his work, when Y/N said goodbye to him and headed towards the exit. Dropping her backpack in the little basket, she jumped upon hearing someone cough behind her. Turning around, Y/N saw Harry; his tall figure leaning against the wall, one leg bent in the knee holding the heel of his boot against the wall, the leather pants hugging his legs tightly, with a leather jacket draped from his shoulder. A half burned cigarette laying between his index and middle finger, indicating that he must have been standing there for a few minutes already. Harry took one more drag on his cigarette, exhaling the smoke before he spoke up.

‘’Fancy seeing you here, love.’’ A smirk was taking over his face while his eyes trailed up and down her body.

‘’You know smoking is bad for you, right?’’ Y/N didn’t exactly want him to know that she hoped to see him, but she mentally slapped herself after saying that out loud.

‘’Perhaps, but girls find it sexy, or so I’ve heard.’’ Pushing himself of off the wall, he walked the short distance between them, leaning on of his shoulders on the wall.

‘’Not exactly sure, what’s so sexy about dying before turning thirty.’’ She said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest. Looking directly into his eyes, trying too hard to intimidate him.

‘’That’s a bit morbid, isn’t it, love? Listen-‘’ Y/N took the cigarette from his hands and lighting it off after she tossed it on the ground and stepped on it. ‘’Now that was just rude, babe.’’

‘’I’d advise you to stop, but you do whatever you want to.’’ She picked it up from the floor, tossing it into the bin.

‘’How about – I forgive you for my cigarette, if you come by tonight. What do you say?’’ His flirtatious game didn’t work on Y/N, well it did, but she wasn’t giving in.

‘’I’ll have to see if I’m free, sadly.’’ Y/N said, her voice full of sarcasms. Turning away from him, she swung her leg over the bike, sitting down on it.

‘’C’mon, babe. You’ll love it, I assure you.’’

‘’Weren’t you the one who told me it was a dangerous place, for a girl like me?’’ Y/N furrowed her brows, placing her index finger on her chin. She was taking the mick out of him, loving the hard work he put into flirting with her.

‘’Don’t you worry your pretty self, I’ll knock out ever guy that even looks at you.’’ Harry got closer, the bike tire standing between his legs, as he leaned against the handlebars.

‘’Not promising anything, Styles.. Sorry.’’ She shrugged her shoulders at him, thinking that she was probably going to show up, but decided against telling him. She moved backwards with her bike, causing Harry to stumble a bit.

‘’Cute bike. A very cute bike.’’ Harry smiled at her, the dimples popping out and his lips stretched into a wide grin.

‘’Goodbye, Styles.’’ Rolling her eyes, Y/N started leaving, getting further away from the pub as she heard him yell after her.

‘’You still haven’t told me your name!’’ He was waving his hands frantically at her.

‘’It’s Y/N!’’ Pressing on her breaks, Y/N turned her head to look at him.

‘’See you tonight then, pretty girl!’’

Unfortunately, Y/N didn’t make it that day to go and see Harry, as she continued working a lot and due to the tiredness, she fell asleep and didn’t wake up until nine in the morning the day after. But after Y/N came back home from that little conversation with Harry, she gushed to Niall telling him all the details. Her tummy felt all giddy just talking about him, and it seemed like she was developing a certain type of crush that was more than silly. Niall was excited about the green-eyed boy almost more than Y/N was; he was so happy whenever Y/N talked to him about Harry even though they only met twice.

On that Saturday morning, once again Niall was the one to wake her up; seeing as she looked half dead he got a bit concerned. But once he found out that Y/N didn’t go and see Harry because she fell asleep, he started throwing pillows at her. If Niall had been home, he certainly would have woken her up, but as Niall was out till quite late, he couldn’t exactly do that.

‘’You’re so daft!’’ Niall said, throwing back the pillow at her.

‘’I didn’t mean to, okay?! Stop attacking me!’’ Hiding under the blankets, Y/N tried to defend herself.

‘’I even laid out a dress for you! You were going to look so shagadelic, Y/N!’’ He face-palmed his own self, because of how daft his best friend was.

‘’Niall! Stop it!’’ She took the pillow under her head and threw it at him, ‘’And for fuck’s sake! Do not use that word ever again!’’

‘’I will say whatever I want to! And that was the whole point of going there! To finally lose that bloody purity ring!’’

‘’Oh my God, Niall!!’’ Y/N yelled out, ‘’I was not going to shag him! He only invited me because- because he was being nice!’’

‘’Liste-‘’

‘’And I’m not wearing that stupid ring! I might have not… you know.. but I don’t have that stupid ring on!’’ She argued, but Niall only came closer and sat down on her bed.

‘’Right now, you’re going to wash your hair and I will lay out an outfit for you. And you are going over to the pub and apologise to the boy!’’ Giving her a stern look, he got up to look through her clothes while Y/N only groaned.

And that’s what ended happening. Niall laid out tight leather jeans – ‘’You’re wearing them! End of story.’’ – pairing them with combat boots and a white The Rolling Stones shirt. She added her significant denim jacket, with embroidery she had done on it. This time she decided to walk, as she wanted to mentally prepare herself to be in the same room as Harry. As usual, a lot of motorcycles were standing outside, she got around them and went inside the pub, releasing a breath like it was her last. The music was lowly playing, but the pub wasn’t as half as empty as she expected it to be. It was crowded, several groups of people sitting in the booths, but no one looked like a Harry. Squinting her eyes to take a better scan of the crowd again, but nothing, there was no Harry.

‘’Looking for someone, babe?’’ A way too familiar voice said behind her, scaring her.

‘’Bloody hell!’’ He almost made her scream; putting a hand over her heart she took a good look at him. He was standing behind the bar, leaning his elbows against it and once again with that stupid smirk on his face.

‘’Sorry for scaring you, love.’’

‘’It’s- it’s fine..’’ Taking a sit on the stool, she started feeling very panicky, not knowing what to do or say.

‘’I have to admit, babe, last night’’ He looked down, before looking directly into her eyes, ‘’While I was waiting for you,’’ he placed a hand over his heart, faking a sad expression, ‘’my heart was aching. A lot.’’

‘’I-I’m, I’m sorry! I-I am-‘’ Maybe Y/N was naive to believe his fake sadness, but she was a soft soul who didn’t like hurting others. ‘’I overslept Harry, I swear.’’

‘’I knew you would have a good excuse, puppy..’’ A fake sigh escaped his lips, trying to contain himself from breaking into a smile while she struggled to get a word out. ‘’But it’s okay, I guess. I can’t say I expected you to like me, really..’’Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned his head into one of his palms.

‘’No, no, no! Harry, I-I did want to come, I-I swear! It’s just- I was working a lot and I got tired, bu-but I planned what to wear already and I just thought to have a little nap before I come here..’’ Y/N reached her hand over, holding one of his in a way trying to assure him that she, in fact, wasn’t lying. ‘’But I overslept... An-and I only woke up like two hours ago.. I’m sorry, Harry.’’ Her voice was so sincere, that it broke Harry’s heart how kind she was, apologising to him for nothing. So he came over around the bar, sitting next to her, placing her small hand in his.

‘’I am messing with you, my love.’’ Harry chuckled, ‘’It was a shame that you never showed up, but I guess, I could forgive you.’’ Gasping, Y/N hit his chest repeatedly.

‘’Why are you such a prick?’’ It kind of bothered her that he was acting like that, because she was worried that he could have been mad at her, and there he was taking the piss. Y/N stood up from the stool, taking a few steps away from him wanting to hide in the bathroom. But as soon as she got up, an alarm went off inside Harry’s head, making him take her hand to spin her and pull her in his embrace.

‘’Nooo, don’t be mad at me now, pretty girl.’’ Having his hands around her and having her close to him felt like heaven. ‘’Forgive me, puppy?’’ He whispered; a hand in her hair playing with it, his lips pressed against her head.

‘’You’re being very mean to me..’’ Her voice was small, barely understandable. She wanted to fight him hugging her, but she seemed to enjoy it way too much.

‘’How about I make it up to you?’’ He asked, humming afterwards, still holding her tightly despite the stares he got from his lads sitting on a few meters away. ‘’Tonight, at Rover’s Diner, yea’? Just you and me.. what do you say?’’ Harry lifted his head to take a better look at her.

‘’I-I-‘’ Did he just call me out on a date?, Y/N thought, but she might have said it out loud.

‘’Yes he did, babe.’’ Laughing softly, he shook his head at her being so cute yet mesmerising.

‘’Shit...’’ Y/N coughed, feeling her face get warm from embarrassment. ‘’I’d-I would really like that...yeah..’’

‘’Good.. would you like me to pick you up?’’ He said, releasing the tight grip he had on her, but still holding onto her.

‘’N-No. I will meet you there.’’ Y/N looked up at him for the first time in a while, taking in the features of his face; his pink lips that looked very soft, his green eyes with the tiniest amount of yellow in them. She started wondering what would it be like if she were to have him as her muse, but Harry interrupted her thoughts.

‘’Okay. Then be there at 8 o’clock. Do not fall asleep on me again, got it babe?’’

‘’Y-Yeah, I won’t.. promise.’’ She chuckled nervously, feeling her face get warm again because of how Harry made her feel.

‘’Tonight it is then, baby.’’ Harry placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He slowly let her go before he went back behind the bar, as that was his whole purpose – watching the pub while Nik was out paying bills. But luckily for Harry, he went behind the bar just before Nik came back.

‘’Mornin’ zippy, didn’t know you were gonna be here.’’ Kissing his goddaughters cheek, he went right next to Harry. ‘’Alright there, Harold?’’

‘’Y-Yes, sir. All good.’’ Harry was stuttering, because he, now, felt intimidated by the bearded man who once called Y/N his niece.

‘’Not bothering my niece, are you?’’ Nik narrowed his brows at the boy, in a questionable manner.

‘’N-No, Klaus, certainly not, sir.’’ Nik only nodded his head and went into storage room, as Y/N chuckled at the stuttering Harry.

‘’Oh shush, you!’’

‘’See you tonight, Harry.’’ Fidgeting with her fingers, she kept rocking back and forth on her feet. ‘’Goodbye.’’ She waved at him, walking towards the exit but still looking at him with a little smile on her face.

‘’Bye, baby.’’ He sang, dragging the Y out and winking at her.

Both of them could feel the excitement in the pit of their stomach, but they showed it in two different ways. While Y/N bounced up and down throughout her walk back home, only to get even more giddy after talking to Niall about the whole situation; Harry on the other hand, kept a stern look on his face, putting up a facade as if nothing happened, only to feel the tingly sensations inside his whole body, nervously waiting for the clock to hit eight.

His friends were making fun of Harry as soon as he sat down next to them. Upon seeing the rather unusual interaction between a very reserved Harry and sweet looking girl, his best mates made it their goal to tease him about her. Harry kept suppressing a smirk, not wanting to give his mates the satisfaction of knowing, but that didn’t stop them as all four of them either nudged his shoulders, winked or made kissy noises at him.

‘’Who’s the bird, Styles?’’ His mate Aaron asked, taking a sip of his beer even though it was way too early for alcohol. A smug look on his face, knowing well enough who the girl was.

‘’Do not call her a bird, do you hear me?’’ A warning tone lingering in Harry’s voice. Clasping his hands together, he leaned his elbows against the table.

‘’Alright, calm down Harold. We know who she is, but I really hope for your sake, you do too.’’ Putting an arm over his chest and pushing him back, the dark-eyed boy said.

‘’Yes, Silas. I am aware.’’ Harry looked straight into his eyes, which had the power to intimidate anyone but Harry. ‘’She is Klaus’s niece.’’ But after adding that sentence, all of his mates looked at him with worry.

‘’You know she’s Raphael’s daughter...’’, Silas narrowed his eyes at him, hoping he was quite aware of that, ‘’...right? Harry?’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ Questionable look on his face. Could she be..?

‘’The original owner of this pub, Raphael... He was like a legend in town, you know him? Well that’s his daughter your smitten with.’’

‘’Fucking hell... Klaus is going to dissect every inch of me if he finds out...’’ With worry in his voice and a tight lip, his mates only nodded. ‘’I’m even taking her out tonight and if he as much as sees me...’’ His own eyes widened with fear, because he knew Raphael but he also knew Klaus.

It did worry Harry that Klaus could get mad at him for taking his niece out, but for now Klaus didn’t know anything about them and he was more worried about how he was going to look like for that night since he really wanted to impress Y/N, both with his looks and his charm.

‘’Do any of you own a shirt?’’ Harry looked at each one of his mates, ‘’Just help me, alright? I don’t own any shirts and I need it for tonight. Please?’’

‘’I have a pink one, with polka dots. My mum bought it for me, but I only wore it twice.’’

‘’I can’t bloody wear a pink shirt, you bloody mental?’’

‘’What do you mean? Yes you can. Pink is very rock and roll.’’

Thinking about it his friend was probably right, there was nothing wrong with pink. Harry sighed deeply and just nodded his head in agreement. The polka dot shirt didn’t look bad on him, he left a few buttons undone but it wasn’t so bad after all. If someone was looking at the four men and that one man changing shirts in from of them, no one would have ever thought that those people are biker who were supposedly a bad influence and very dangerous. Harry put his leather jacket on, before he crouched down to tie his shoelaces of his black converse as he decided against boots this time, considering his plans for that night.

While Y/N, on the other hand, stood in her underwear for almost two hour before finally deciding what to wear. Of course Niall was by her side, but after going over several different combinations Y/N became a little fussy. In the end, they chose a long red floral dress with small flares on the end. It wasn’t tight nor wide and it had a small ribbon being tied around the waist. Finishing her outfit with the denim jacket and white worn out converse shoes, Niall and Y/N headed towards Rover’s Diner. Y/N was feeling nervous, jumpy and happy, all at the same time, while Niall walked with her because he wouldn’t let her walk alone at night and well, he was also there as moral support. But as soon as the fluorescent sign came into view, he kissed her cheek and let her walk there on her own.

Approaching the diner, Y/N noticed one bike parked in front of it which could only indicate that Harry was inside already. Taking one deep breath, Y/N walked into the diner scanning the space before she noticed Harry sitting in one of the booths with a frown on his face. Once he saw Y/N, the frown disappeared instead there was smile when he stood up to greet her.

‘’Hi there.’’ One arm lingering over her lower back and the other going over Y/N’s shoulders, Harry hugged her. ‘’How are you?’’

‘’I’m good, thank you..’’ She sat down across from him, ‘’Yourself?’’

‘’I’m, I’m good, yeah.’’ He chuckled, ‘’Better now.’’ He added, before quickly glancing at her.

Looking at him made her whole face feel warm, the pink shirt looked really good on him; his exposed chest looked toned, bits of his tattoos were peaking. And it made Y/N wonder how many more he had. But after thinking of his tattoos, she imagined him without any clothes; thinking how he would make a beautiful muse – how good his toned body would look painted on her newly bought canvas, how she would highlight those green eyes and the little spark in them. Admiring his beauty, Y/N also just wanted to stick her hand out and poke one of his dimples.

‘’Alright there, love? Look a bit flustered.’’ A cheeky grin on his face, loving the fact that she’s just as mesmerised with him as he was with her. Y/N coughed uncomfortably, due to being caught.

‘’That’s a cute shirt you’re wearing. Very cute.’’ Changing the topic, Y/N complimented the polka dot shirt he was wearing.

‘’Thanks,’’ he said through a little laugh, ‘’I forgot to say, you look very beautiful. Stunning even.’’

‘’Thank you.’’ It seemed like her face getting warm became her usual state around Harry.

‘’Well hello, handsome. What can I treat you to, babe?’’ A figure suddenly appeared next to them; a pretty tall girl with an apron around her waist and an awful sound of her chewing her gum. She was looking directly at Harry, ignoring the fact that Y/N was right there. And it kind of bothered her, bottling up the anger in the pit of her stomach.

‘’Um, can we have two quiches and two iced teas, please. Is that alright with you, love?’’ Harry asked, stretching his hand over to table to hold hers, but she quickly put it under the table, nodding only.

‘’This one doesn’t look much like a speaker to me, bet I could give you the fun you want, lover boy.’’ The waitress said, scribbling down their orders, before sending a little wink Harry’s way.

‘’You might as well then, I’ll just fuck-‘’ Was Y/N overreacting? Probably, but she couldn’t help herself.

‘’I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me or my girl like that again. Thank you.’’ Leaning himself over the table to lightly push Y/N down, who was half-way up ready to leave. The waitress gasped in shock, leaving both of them quickly in embarrassment.

‘’Do forgive me for that, yeah? I wasn’t quite aware that the waitress was gonna be rude.’’ Harry turned his hand, the palm facing upwards, waiting for Y/N to put her own on top.

‘’Yeah. It’s...fine.’’ Ignoring the sensations in her body when he called her his girl, Y/N finally placed her hand into his, only for him to grasp it and leave a kiss on the back of it.

Despite him looking pissed at everyone most of the time, Y/N thought that Harry was lovely and very charming. But that was only the stereotype everyone had for bikers, so Y/N knew better than to judge Harry based on how he looked at first because now, she was enjoying his presence and having an amazing time with him at the diner.

Their night was filled with chats, laughter, jokes and amazing food. From time to time Harry would reach for her hand and just stroke it with his thumb. They learned new things about each other, but only the basic stuff for now. The night was coming to an end, but neither of them wanted it to. After paying for their dinner, they were standing in front of the shop; Harry’s hand holding hers, not wanting to let it go. He closed the distance between them, leaning his chin on top of her head.

‘’I don’t want you to go.’’

‘’Don’t let me then.’’ Nuzzling her head towards his neck, Y/N placed a soft kiss right in the crook of it.

‘’Then let me take you somewhere, baby. Somewhere far away from here.’’ Leading her by the hand, they’re standing in front of his bike. ‘’You gonna be okay on this?’’

‘’Y-Yeah, sure..’’ Swallowing hard, she couldn’t exactly say she wasn’t scared.

‘’What did I tell you the other day about your safety?’’ He hummed, talking into her hair.

‘’That you’re going knock everyone out?’’ Raising her eyebrows, she looked up at him a tad confused.

‘’Well, my point was that I’m gonna keep you safe no matter what. I do care for you, my love.’’

‘’Do you promise?’’ Y/N asked, holding up her pinky finger.

‘’I promise.’’ Hooking his pinky finger with hers, he pressed a light kiss on her forehead. ‘’C’mon then, let’s go.’’ He turned away from her, taking a helmet into his hands and putting it on Y/N’s head.

‘’But where’s yours, Harry?’’

‘’Don’t you worry about me, puppy.’’ He answered, concentrating on clasping the little belt under her chin.

‘’Harryyy, you have to wear one too!’’

‘’I’m gonna be okay, baby. It’s you, who I want safe.’’ Turning away, he raised one leg just above the bike to swing over it, before he reached a hand for Y/N hop on.

‘’But I’m wearing a dress...’’ Her face getting warm once again, because it was a problem. How was she supposed to sit?

‘’Here, take my hand’’, when she placed her hand over his, he held it tight, ‘’Now, with your other hand pull your dress up, enough to place your leg on the other side of the bike.’’

Somehow Y/N managed to sit right behind Harry, but her dress reached her knees now because it wasn’t that stretchy to be pulled further down. Harry pulled his hands back a bit, wiggling his fingers and signalizing to her to put hers there. Every time their skins touched, her whole body felt alive, as if it was electricity sending shocks through her body but it was only Harry’s touch. He intertwined their fingers together, but soon untangled when he placed Y/N’s hands over his stomach.

‘’Hold on tight, alright baby?’’ The second he said that he could feel her grip around his stomach tighten. ‘’You can also lean in, if it’s more comfortable. It’s not a long ride, but better make it good.’’

She slid an inch down the seat, pressing her body against his. The horrible smell of cigarettes could still be felt in his leather jacket but Y/N simply didn’t care considering the situation. As Harry started driving, the ends of Y/N’s hair sticking out of the helmet started floating as the wind hit her face. The cold wind sent shivers down her spine, but yet she felt warm holding tightly onto Harry. The ride wasn’t too long, Harry was right, but it was rather bumpy as they went up hill until all they could see were trees. Getting off the bike, Harry reached out his hand and helped Y/N get off of it as well. He intertwined their hands again leading Y/N through the woods with only the moonlight illuminating the way.

‘’You’re not going to kill me, right?’’ Y/N said, looking back at his bike before turning her attention back to Harry.

‘’Perhaps not, but I’ve been told I have some killer looks, so no promises, babe.’’ He winked at her giving her hand a little squeeze.

The walk wasn’t long as they soon approached a small wooden bench with the most beautiful view. Y/N wasn’t sure how or why that bench was there, but it fit perfectly into the whole aesthetic. They both sat down on it, leaving some space between them only for Harry to chuckle and shake his head to himself as he slid right next to Y/N.

‘’This place is really pretty, Harry.’’ And it was; fields of green surrounding them looking like a soft green blanket covering the earth; a three quarter full moon illuminating its light onto the endless fields and the lovely couple sitting on a bench.

‘’What can I say, comes with the charm.’’ A cheeky grin on his face, wide enough to make his dimples appear as he kept looking at the even prettier girl right next to him. ‘’God, why do I feel like you’re gonna break my heart, angel? Hm?’’

‘’Me? I’m not the one who’s going to break someone’s heart.’’ Y/N looked at him, as he brought his head closer to her neck, brushing the tip of his nose against it.

‘’I wouldn’t even dream of breaking your heart.’’ He placed a soft kiss in the crook of her neck.

‘’Yeah? Because I really don’t want you to.’’ Her heart beating faster with each second, as she raised hand and put it on Harry cheek to lift his head a little bit.

‘’I hope no one steals you away from me, baby. And I’m scared, you know, because you’re so, you’re so loveable.’’ His voice came out as a whisper, letting his head lean into Y/N’s palm and closing the distance more and more.

‘’They won’t..’’ Y/N mumbled, the distance between their lips only an inch away.

Harry closed his eyes, as he made the final move closing the distance between them. He kissed her gently and carefully, moving his lips against her soft ones. It felt like something Y/N had never experienced before, her grip on him tightened, pulling him even closer; while Harry’s palm was laying on Y/N’s cheek caressing it gently. There was silence all around them, but it was like fireworks going off in their heads. Y/N didn’t want him to stop, because it was like everything had fallen into its place; it was like their hearts were beating in the same pattern and their minds racing at the same speed, warmth spreading all over their bodies, just because of a simple kiss. Making herself giggle, Y/N broke the kiss smiling so widely that Harry kissed her teeth by accident. Her giggle was a simple sound, yet strong enough to make Harry smile as well.

‘’I swear to God, angel, I’m on the edge of falling in love with you with every passing second.’’ His eyes were still closed, his nose was brushing against hers and his heart was going wild, just for her. Harry never wanted to let go of that feeling, he never wanted to let go of her.

‘’Harry?’’ He hummed as response. ‘’Kiss me again, please.’’

Without wasting another second, Harry connected their lips again. And Y/N, not caring that she was wearing a dress, she pushed herself off the bench placing her legs on each side of Harry’s body, without once disconnecting their lips. The dress crumpled up all the way to her knees, sending shivers through her exposed legs, but yet her body wasn’t trembling from the cold. They kissed until both of them ran out of breath. Y/N was sitting right on top of Harry, pushing herself lightly against him, making a groan escape his lips.

‘’Not only do you make my heart beat faster, baby, but you also make my dick harder.’’ He said, detaching their lips and looking directly into Y/N’s widened eyes. There was a little but proud smirk on his face. He earned himself a light slap over his chest, as sudden rush of warmth took over Y/N’s cheeks.

‘’Stop it..’’ She giggled, hiding her head in the crook of his neck, only for Harry to tighten the grip around her waist; Y/N pressed herself more against him, just to tease him a little more.

‘‘You can’t just move against me like that, baby, it does things to me. But very good things.’’ The closeness of her body keeping him warm, but the way she was sitting on his lap, an innocent act but in a form of intimacy. Y/N was practically asking for him to get a stiffy, considering the power she had on him, it was hard not to get hard as she herself pressed further into him.

‘’Fine then, maybe I’ll just move away-‘’

‘’No, no, no. No, you stay right where you are.’’ There was something about her that made him fall hard. Perhaps it was her flowery scent of her skin, or her beautiful eyes that sparkled every time he looked her; or maybe it was the way she made him feel, but whatever it was – it caused him to fall.

‘’Are you cold, my love?’’ Harry asked, suddenly remembering that it was quite windy and Y/N was only wearing a denim jacket. ‘’Denim isn’t exactly the warmest material you could have picked.’’ A cheeky smile stretched over his face, thinking of his next move.

‘’How was I supposed to know you were going to take me up to a bloody hill?!’’

‘’Now now, no need for that, babe. Here, I’m gonna take care of you.’’ Running his hands over her body, Harry took Y/N’s jacket off of her laying it right next to him. Then he took his own off and slowly placed it over her shoulders taking her arms and gently pushing them through the sleeves. ‘’Better now, baby?’’

‘’Yeah...’’ She pulled the jacket around her body tighter, the warmth of the inside of his jacket taking over her skin. ‘’Feels nice, thank you.’’ As Harry pulled her jacket over his shoulders, putting it on, Y/N left a little peck on his lips.

‘’Where did you get this jacket with embroidery though?’’

‘’Somewhere downtown, it’s just a jacket.’’

‘’I had to have my done, so how come you have embroidery on yours?’’ Y/N always wore oversized jackets, so her denim jacket fit perfectly on Harry and it looked really good especially with his pink shirt.

‘’Oh that, I did it by myself.’’ She shrugged her shoulders, as if it was that simple.

‘’Wait, really? All of it?’’ His eyes widened in surprise, as Y/N nodded her head. The embroidery on her jacket was beautiful; a big wreath over the back of it, filled with different flowers and colours, a small heart in the middle of it in the colour of a rainbow; on the front of it there were some patches of different band logos, but Harry couldn’t believe she did it all because he knew how hard embroidery was, his mum used to do it. ‘’Wow, it’s, it’s amazing. It’s really really good.’’

‘’Thank you...’’ Y/N was never good with compliments, she never knew what to do or say except thank you, but after each compliment she’d lower her head as the warmth crept into her cheeks. ‘’It’s what I do.’’ She quickly added.

‘’How did I not know this? Why have you kept this from me?’’

‘’I didn’t know you were supposed to know!’’ She hid her face into her palms, but Harry took her hands and placed them on his neck, pushing his forehead against hers.

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sorry if ends here, like i said i never got around to finish it but i wanted you all to read as much as there is. hope you liked it and sorry for the mistakes.

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