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bangtaninborderland · 10 months

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JJK- Late Night Calls.

you get a call from Jungkook at 7am, struck with worry you pick up only to find your adorably tired boyfriend.

Genre: smut, fluff, Jungkook x reader.

Warning: NONE!

A/N: came up with this in 10 minuets thought it was cute enjoy :)

The familiar tune of your phone ringing broke you from your sleep, your vision was blurry but you could still clearly read the caller ID

Incoming Factime Video call: JK ♥️

It must have been 7am in Korea, Jungkook was never awake this early. You quickly answered, a million scenarios running through your mind as to explain why he was calling at such a time and none of them were good.

“Hello?”

He must have seen the panic in your face as he croaked out. “Baby what’s wrong?”

“I thought something happened you’re never awake this early?” You felt a small weight lift off your shoulders as he chuckled.

“I’m fine baby just couldn’t sleep, missed you.” You loved how he sounded when he was sleepy.

You laughed at the way he was laying across his bed, small rolled up pillow underneath him. “You have got to get different pillows.”

“No no I like my pillow.” He laughs, showing you how comfortable it is. “How’s London jagiya?”

You suddenly regretted being in a different country for work, the idea of morning sex seemingly more attractive than anything else. “It’s fine here, I can’t wait to be back home though. The food isn’t as good.”

“The food is the only thing?” He pouted, pulling the blanket further over his face. “What about me and bammie?”

You turned to the side, resting your leg atop the blanket. “Of course I miss you and bam too kook.”

“The bed is cold without you, empty. I think you should quit work and just be a stay at home wife.” He laughed again, although you could tell there was a sliver of hope to his absurd suggestion.

“Never gonna happen, you may be rich but I’m only half way there.” You both laughed, money was never something either of you took seriously you had always shared everything for as long as you could remember. You’d buy him dinner and he would buy dessert. He would buy you designer but he would also be more than happy if you brought him a pack of ramen. “Besides we aren’t even married.”

“Don’t remind me.” He shakes his head, before shifting to rest it upon his arms. “How many days until your back?”

“We should have the contracts finished up in a day or two and then we will have a celebratory dinner and I’ll be on the first flight back.” You explained as you watched him, his tattoos standing out against the white fabric of his sheets, his hair messy. You let your eyes wander, your imagination running wild thinking about how he would look completely naked. “are you wearing pants?”

“Come back and find out jagiya, I’m sure you’re already picturing the ways I’d fuck you.”

The sudden vulgarity of his words left you in a state of shock. “I- when I get home we are definitely doing whatever I’m thinking right now.”

“And what is that doll?” He laughed, fingers drawing circles on the sheet. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”

“Just thinking about how good your hand would look wrapped around my neck.” You pushed yourself further into the pillow, slightly shy.

“Too bad you’re too far away baby. We should sleep.” He closed his eyes, teasing you.

You groaned, fighting the urge to grind against the sheets. “Kook.”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, lazily.

“You turned me on.” You giggled, closing your eyes.

“I’m hard too beautiful, I’ll go to sleep thinking about good good your mouth will feel around my cock.

“Why couldn’t you call me at 8pm and get all dirty with me? Why does it have to be when I’m too tired to do anything?” You whined, wanting to cry from how much you missed his touch.

“It’s okay princess when you’re home I’ll take care of you. we should still sleep you have a meeting tomorrow morning don’t you?” You opened one eye, just enough to see him staring at you smiling.

“At six am, it’s 11pm right now. I have to wake up at 4am so I can finish the presentation.” You explained, your words slurring as you started to drift off. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“I have a few appointments nothing important, call me anytime tomorrow I’ll be there but for now get some sleep baby, I won’t hang up.”

“Promise?” You whispered, the folds of sleep covering you in a sheet of darkness.

“Always jagiya.”

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 18

part 1 | part 17 | ao3

“I’m sorry I’m sorry don’t hate me I’m sorry, did it work? Don’t hate me. Did it work?”

“Dustin,” Steve barks. Dustin looks up, eyes bright; he's hugging Steve so hard it’s like he’s trying to fuse his face to Steve’s rib cage through his shirt. Steve scruffs him on the top of the head, rubbing his knuckles over his dumb baseball cap in a way he hopes is reassuring, and wheezes, “Can’t breathe, bud.”

The kid takes a hesitant step back, fists still balled in the fabric of Steve’s shirt like he might run away. Mike’s cowering behind him, hunched in on himself and nervously eyeing up the nail bat.

“So you’re... not mad?” Dustin asks.

“Oh, I’m fucking pissed,” Steve smiles sarcastically. “Hope you used that Butterscotch wisely, dude, because it’s the only one you’re getting for the rest of the year. Also, you can kiss your full candy bar trick-or-treating plans goodbye.”

“What? No!” Mike starts to whine, but immediately shuts his mouth when Steve glares at him. Then Eddie swoops in behind them, clapping a hand on both kids’ shoulders and nearly startling Mike out of his skin.

“And, uh, for obvious reasons,” he says in an acidic sing-song, “you’re both banned from Hellfire for the next month.”

“WHAT?”

Oh, this guy’s good.

“Eddie, what the fuck?!” Mike pleads. “We’re just about to get to the manor’s secret passage!”

“Yes, and what a shame that your paladin triggered a hidden trap and got stuck in a faulty portal for the next four sessions.”

“Oh, my god! This is— this is—!”

“Payback?” Eddie sneers.

Dustin’s eyes are darting rapid fire between the two of them, and he elbows Mike in the ribs and hisses, “Dude, shut up before he kills us both for good!”

“Oh, my god,” Mike says again, face twisting through all five stages of grief.

“Oh, also,” Steve adds for his own amusement as he heads toward the stairs, “you two can clean all this camping shit up.”

—

“You play a good game of Punish the Pipsqueaks,” Steve grins, walking side by side with Eddie. "That D&D ban? Ouch. Keep that up and the moms will start recruiting you for babysitting duty."

“Oh, boy!” Eddie smirks. “My dream finally realized.”

They get back to their cars, and Steve shivers a little, the cold finally getting to him now that he doesn’t have the fight or flight to keep him warm. He unlocks the bimmer and slides into the front seat; cranks up the heat, his hands impatiently hovering in front of the vents.

Eddie catches the car door. “You’re really not going to punish them more?" he asks, leaning in, head cocked to the side. "I mean, no trick-or-treating sucks and all, but. Seems a little lenient, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does,” Steve agrees with a short laugh, “but see, the thing is, those two dumbasses are assuming that revenge is a dish best served cold, when actually?" He points at the house. "It’s a dish best served by Claudia Henderson.”

Eddie’s brows lift in question.

“I’m gonna call her tomorrow morning and say I caught them smoking at the bus stop.”

“Jesus!" Eddie laughs. "That’s diabolical.”

“And then I’m gonna suggest they do community service at the retirement home on Halloween instead of trick-or-treating, because Dustin’s weirdly afraid of old people.”

Eddie's laugh turns to a cackle, all his teeth on display, and the car bounces on its wheels as he leans his weight against the door. “Oh, man," he exhales, wiping the corners of his eyes. "Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Pretty sure we’ve only ever been on each other’s bad sides.” Steve’s joking, but Eddie’s smile slips a little, and Steve wants to take it back. Pluck the words from the fog of chilled breath hanging between them; tell him that they're not anymore, that they don't have to be again.

But then Eddie catches the bass line coming from Steve’s speakers and the grin comes back full force.

“Hold the fuck on," he beams, nodding his head to the beat and hum-mumbling the melody as the words come back to him.

Following the footsteps of a red dawn dance, we are entranced.

“Spellbound,” he sings, shaking his head in delighted disbelief. “I’m sorry, does Steve Harrington have a Siouxsie tape in his car?”

Steve’s face goes red. Fucking Robin. “If you’re about to talk shit about the music, I— I mean, I’m just the chauffeur, man, I don’t—”

“Relax. It’s not that, I just…” He raps his knuckles against the roof. Gives Steve a once over; smiles softly at whatever he sees.

“What?” Steve asks. Kinda likes how he has to crane his neck to look up at him.

“Nothing," Eddie murmurs, low and deep. "You’re just full of surprises, aren't you?"

Steve shivers again.

It seems to snap Eddie out of... whatever that was. “My bad, man,” he says, his voice back to normal volume. He apologizes for letting in the cold air and slips Steve’s jacket off, handing it back to him and shutting the door with a soft click, then he throws out a parting salute and skips off to his van.

Steve just sits there for a moment, feeling syrupy and dumb. Like there's whiskey in his chest, a full flask of it sloshing around behind his ribs.

His jacket smells like Eddie. Siouxsie croons in his good ear.

Spellbound, spellbound, oh-oh-oh.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters as he cuts the music off. He drives home in silence, the song still ringing in his ears.

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part 19

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #st fic #my writing #my fic #robin WILL make a sonic witch girly out of steve

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sketchy-rosewitch · 8 months

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Maybe There’s a God Above: Priest!Bo Sinclair x nun!reader

Warnings: Manipulation, PinV, fingering, eating out, Catholicism, sex between a priest and nun, whatever all of those blasphemy words are and stuff.

A/N: ooooo I liked doing this one!!!

Day 5 of Haunted Hoedown

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“Are you almost done?”

You look up from the blanket you are knitting and stare at Sister Jane.

“For today yes, I should be done tomorrow though.” You explain. You had been working on this blanket for weeks to give to a homeless shelter a few miles into the city. Everyone else had already finished theirs but yours took you a bit longer as you were new at this. Normally you’d never be put on duty for this but after Sister Anne had retired you were bumped up a spot.

“Okay, just reminding you that Father Bo needs to speak with you. Then you need to wash up for dinner.” Sister Jane says before leaving the room. You nod your head and set down all of your stuff before making your way down the corridors and across the church to Father Bo’s office. Honestly you wonder what he could want from you. You’d wondered it all morning when he came in during breakfast asking.

Father Bo made you nervous, you didn’t really know why. Well, you acted like you didn’t know why. You knew and God knew why and it was because you fantasized about being with him, about him kissing you and treating you so well and it really wasn’t your fault. He was handsome. More than handsome!

Honestly you felt like God was testing you.

Father Bo sits at his desk writing when you come in meekly. The door was already open so you give the frame a small knock making him look up from his paper. He smiles and your knees almost buckle. Father Bo stands up and walks around his desk, leaning on the edge of it. His arms cross.

“Evenin’, I just wanted to check in on you Sister. You seem to have avoided confession for the last few weeks. I’m hoping you’re doin’ alright. Was also wonderin’ why that is.”

You frown and look down so full of shame. You avoided it because you wanted to avoid him. He couldn’t tell or judge a soul when it came to confessions. But telling the source about your feelings towards him made you feel even dirtier than having the feelings.

“Hey, there’s no shame. I’m just concerned is all.”

Father Bo’s voice is gentle, it lures you in like a siren lures in a sailor.

“Just haven’t been feelin’ myself Father. I thought I could just tell God about it this time.”

What level of Hell does someone get sent to for lying to a priest?

“Ah, okay. Well you’ve been dealin’ with it for a long time. So, why don’t you come confess tonight. I’m sure it’ll take some weight off your shoulders.”

You let out a breath and close your eyes. “..Okay. I will Father. Before bed.”

“Sounds good. Now why don’t we head to dinner.”

You turn around and Father Bo follows after you. You feel his hand on your shoulder as the two of you walk towards the dinning hall. Your chest hurts and you keep looking at his large hands. Then you watch as it disappears and goes to your backside when you enter the hall.

It’s almost silent, just small whispers and talking about the next Mass and charity events that are coming up.

You sit in your seat seeing as a plate was already set for you and watch as Father Bo goes into the kitchen to get his food. You look down and begin eating quickly, your chest hurting from how fast you’re swallowing you food. You sip on your water and feel as those all of your Sisters are staring at you. But when you look up, they aren’t.

Sister Jane nudges you lightly. “What did he need to talk to you about?” She whispers, you turn towards her and frown.

“I hadn’t been going to confession the last few weeks. He’s askin’ me to go tonight. Said it’ll help lift a weight off my shoulder.” You explain, she nods her head.

“He’s right, you should. I’m not gonna ask why you haven’t been goin’ but k think you should. You seem to be too lost in thought recently and I know it ain’t cause of God.”

You nod your head in agreement and she rubs your shoulder before getting up and grabbing her plate along with the other sisters’ plates in her row. You eat in absolute silence after that.

The halls are silent as you walk down them. Your mind is racing on how you’d even confront the situation.

You could confess everything but your crush on Father Bo. But what if he catches on? No he wouldn’t, he can’t pressure you to confess, can he?

The chapel is dark other than a few candles lit up near the alter and the confessional booth. Father Bo comes out from the door, he looks at you and smiles genuinely.

“Come in.”

Father Bo opens the door for you, you go in and sit in one of the chairs. The priest goes behind the curtain and sits, your hands come together in prayer. He holds a rosary.

“In the name of The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit.”

You mimic the silhouette of Bo and do the sign of the cross.

“Whenever you’re ready.” He says, you nod your head, not knowing whether he can see you in the lamp’s light or not.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was uh…” You think for a second, how long had it been? “6 weeks ago.” You whisper. Oh this was bad, how did you even become a nun in the first place. You’re horrible. Horrible. Horrible.

“Sister?”

You look up. “Sorry, I’d like to ask for forgiveness for not going to confession, for-for staying up late, unable to sleep and for developing feelings for someone when I know I cannot marry.” You let out a shaky breath and lean into your folded hands. “This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all of my sins.” A small sob escapes your throat.

“I ask you do three Hail Mary’s and that you come to my office tomorrow to help me with some things.” Bo says. You nod your head.

You whisper The Act of Contrition and afterwards Bo says the prayer of Absolution to you. You two make the sign of the cross and head out of the booth.

“12 pm tomorrow.”

You nod and sniffle. He gives you a half smile.

“It’s okay, you’ve been forgiven.”

Just like the day before, you knock lightly on the frame of the door to alert Bo.

“Afternoon, go ahead and shut the door.”

You nod and do as you’re told, stepping into the room and shutting the door quietly behind you.

“Bring that bench over here.” He points. You furrow your eyebrows but again, you listen. You drag the bench to the middle of the room wondering why he wants you to do this.

You stand up straight and Father Bo is directly behind you making you yelp when he speaks. “I’d like to ask you who these feelin’s you developed are for.”

His voice is raspy, your breath hitches and you close your eyes.

“I cannot say Father.”

“Oh but I think you can.”

You turn and look at him, your eyes reading fear and his eyes clearly eating that fear up. Being obedient you answer. “Y-you.”

He hums. “Good, for your penance I need you to go ahead and take off your panties for me.”

You open your mouth, trying to muster up the words to ask him if this is what God told him to do. But none come to mind.

You reach up your dress and pull them down, they’re slightly soaked and you frown. Father Bo takes them from you and pockets them.

“Lift your dress up and sit.”

You get on the bench and do just that. Father and takes his foot and kicks your legs apart, your hairy mound comes into view, he smirks and kneels. His tongue goes directly to your clit and you arch your back grabbing his hair.

“Father! We-we can’t!” You whine.

“It’s okay, nothing is going in you so it doesn’t count.”

Was that the rule?

Your thoughts scramble as he licks and sucks your clit. His hands keeping your thighs apart. Your thighs still shake and spasm as he finds your favorite spot.

You let out a small moan and listen to the wet noises coming from Father Bo making out with your cunt.

He groans and stops for a second, the bottom of his face is wet with you. “You taste divine.” He says, your face heats up and you look away. “No.” He sticks a thick digit in you and you gasp. “Look at me.”You look down and he’s smirking. “It’s okay because I haven’t stuck my cock in you. We just have to make sure you’re repenting correctly.”

Father Bo curls his fingers, you let out a high pitched moan and goes down again on you, sucking and kissing your clit aggressively.

You feel a cramp in you that you’ve never felt before and let out something between a gargle and whine making Bo work faster. Your thighs sweat and shake, then you fall over the edge. White flashes behind your eyes as you cum. High pitched squeals come from your throat and Bo works you through your orgasm. He pulls out his fingers and licks then clean.

“I need one more thing from you.”

You look at Father Bo hazily, he’s unbuckling his belt and unzipping his black pants.

His large hand gently pushes you back onto the bench. Every holy part of you wants to resist. Unfortunately the lust seems to take over and you allow him to slowly slide into you.

“It’s okay, cause we’re practically saints, at least.. you are.”

You nod and feel how he stretches your pussy out. He leans down and kisses your lips, they taste just like you.

“Father-“

He shushes you. You whine.

“Feel good.” You whisper, he kisses your cheek and slowly pulls out before thrusting back into you.

“That’s good, it’s supposed to. It’s how you know it’s working. This is your penance after all.”

His cock moves in and out of you making both of you groan and moan about how good it feels.

You grab his hand and move it to your breast, he takes no time and gropes it. You lean up and kiss Father Bo’s soft lips. He thrusts harder. “Have you said your-“ he groans “three Hail Mary’s yet?” He asks, grunting and licking your neck. You shake your head.

“Go ahead. Say it and you’ll be forgiven.”

“Hail Mary- Full of… Grace!” You buck up into him feeling the same knot forming in your stomach again. “The Lord is with thee- ah~. Blessed art thou among women and blessed it the fruit of thy Womb, JESUS!” Tears fall down your cheeks as he hits a special spot inside of you.

“Come on, not even done with the first one. Can’t cum until you say all of them.”

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

You whine and buck into him as he slows down, you know he’s about to cum himself.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace the Lord is with thee blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” You slur, your tongue feels like nothing in your mouth. Still you try and say it again one more time, feeling as Father Bo moves his hand between your legs and rubs for clit as he fucks into you.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace.. oh please.. the Lord is with thee blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Gonna cum, please gather let me cum!” You beg looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. He smiles.

“Just finish it for me.”

“Holy Mary Mother of God, mmgh… pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen!”

He thrusts into you a few more times and you cum around his cock. Quickly he pulls out and cums on your mound. The cum laying on your hair.

He kisses you one more time before getting up and adjusting himself. You lay there looking at him. “My-“

“Keepin’ these.” He pats his pocket.

You nod and sit up, your dress falls over your cum soaked cunt and you look at Father Bo.

“I’ll tell you when you come back. Don’t think this is a one time thing.”

“Yes Father.”

You get up and he kisses your head, then makes sure you’re adjusted before you head out the door to do your daily duties.

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #brian van holt #bo sinclair x reader #hauntedhoedown

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dropout-if · 7 months

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okay, so that fight ask reminded me of this popular scenario ask: how would the ros react [doubly for the polyams ;-P] if mc during an argument lashed out and said 'i wish i had never met you/i regret meeting you'. [i THINK that's how the ask when, someone please correct me if i am wrong!]

omgg I remember this trend, the angst potential😭💕 ty ty!

Jade/Jean- beneath the shock, J’s confident foundation is strong enough to shoulder the weight of your words—strong enough that their outward reaction is tightly kept under wraps—and J calmly stares at you. They’re not exactly calm, their eyes are intense, and so is their voice, “Maybe you’re right,” J’s voice is the very definition of cold.

Uma- sensitive and emotional, Uma doesn’t need to say or do anything for you to see that they’ve taken the comment to heart—and then their eyes fill with tears. Uma’s eyes are downcast, they fiddle with their hands. With a little chuckle, they say, “That’s a little harsh.” They roll their lips, “I think— I’m going to give you some space. We can— We can talk tomorrow.”

Statler- frowns, swallows a lump in their throat—Statler can’t seem to meet your eye—and they quietly stammer, “I’m sorry.” You can tell that’s not all there is, that there are dozens of things they want to say (“Why? But— You don’t mean it. Tell me you don’t mean it”) but Statler manages to stay quiet. They put on their jacket, bid you a mumble that you think is a goodbye, and leave.

Wanda- “What? You’re— You’re really gonna say that? Seriously?” Wanda lashes out angrily. She clenches and relaxes her fists—does so a couple of times, she also rubs her eyes furiously—and then Wanda storms off. You don’t know how much time passes before she returns, red-eyed and chewing on her lower lip. Wanda’s upset, but willing to talk and stick by your side.

Kai- with a little shrug, Kai pats their pockets—groans when they find no pack of cigarettes—finally turns to you and says, “Well if that’s how you feel,” sarcasm laces their tone “I’m not really gonna do anything to change it.” Kai scoffs at themself, hovers awkwardly—the more they remain in your presence, the more emotions manage to leak, which Kai seems to realize—and then they leave, slamming the door on the way out.

Travis- [spoiler] but it gets really ugly.

Alofray- “Well,” Kai snorts—the way they nudge J feels almost mean, “That’s straightforward, huh?” J shoves them back, glaring at them, at you, mutters, “This is a fucking waste of time,” and you can tell J wants to storm away. Before they can, Kai says, “Wow, so [Name] isn’t the only one regretting shit, huh?” And J doesn’t deny it.

Camarat- more worried about Uma’s pain than his own, Travis lifts a wall so high you almost feel the physical force behind it. The defensiveness behind it is clear, it becomes clearer when Travis steps between you and Uma—their eyes filled with tears—when he says, “How about you fuck off?” his head motioning toward the nearest exit.

#dropout if #dropout #ask #ros #j gray #kai alofa #statler amani #travis camaro #uma bharat #wanda pavon #poly #alofray #camarat

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rainchyna · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 episode twelve: INSANITY ARC/EARNED IT.

i deadass dont know what to say. i love y’all though :)

backstage, 11:00 pm – after Summer Slam.

you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now.

you were going to shower and go back to your hotel room, it wasn’t that late and while everyone were hitting up bars and clubs to celebrate, you wanted to go to bed. you had to wake up early tomorrow anyways.

even though the hallway was empty, you could hear people in their locker rooms and halls chatting and laughing out loud.

well at least some of us feel good about themselves.

it was almost embarrassing. the way you dragged your feet along the ceramic floor and how just felt down. you’ve been the bad guy before, why is this so different?! maybe because you didn’t want to do it? or because of how sudden it was? maybe you’re just not ready for turns like that and that it’s just too soon.

regardless, you knew it was going to be okay. at some point…

you push your locker room’s door open and once again, you gasp at the amount of flowers in your room. you scanned your room quickly and didn’t see a card. you raise and eyebrow, could be your colleagues congratulating you on your match, or maybe your Japanese fans sent them as a congratulations for your first pay-per-view.

you didn’t think much of them this time.

you were just trying to get out and go home. so that’s what you did, after a quick shower and trying your best to not drop all the bouquets, you left without a trace.

7:15 pm, Germany.

going to bed early was definitely a good choice. everyone arrived in Germany groggy as hell, but you felt okay. you slept like an actually baby last night and it felt like almost everything had evaporated from your mind, almost, that is.

you stare at the ceiling in your new hotel room, and it stares back at you. you had a lot of questions.

who the hell thought it was a good idea to turn you heel and align you with Shawn Michaels?

what was Hunter going to think?

and lastly, what’s with the damn flowers?

you turn your head and look at the clock on the other side of the wall, 7:18 pm, it’s barely the evening. you should talk to Hunter, that’s the first thing you should do.

after a warm shower that took your mind off of distractions, you changed your clothes and ended up wearing a yellow top and minty green mini skirt, white mary janes and floral bag, maybe you can convince him to talk over dinner... or something.

you close your room’s door behind you, the hallway was quiet. everyone was probably asleep right now due to exhaustion from the flight, was Hunter even awake right now? you should’ve called his room, he’s not even that far away.

Hunter’s room was the door opposite yours.

well.

you walk exactly four steps then knock on his door twice, you almost didn’t want him to open the door but you also wanted this to be over with. you go to knock the door again, but the door is opened and there he was, as he opened the door, he struggled to button up his shirt.

“hey!” he said breathlessly, “oh. are you.. going somewhere? I don’t wanna bother you-…”

“I actually was gonna ask you to go get dinner with me” he smiled, “and come in” he said letting you in.

he seems in good spirits.

you sit awkwardly on a sofa as he scrambles back in his bedroom to put on some shoes. “any ideas where we could go?” he yells from inside, and you barely even heard him. “y/n?” he asked as he came out of the room.

“we’ll do whatever you want, but can we talk before that?”

Hunter sighs and you get up, “it’s the Shawn thing isn’t it?” he asked, you nod. “I know I should’ve said something the moment I found out we were gonna be put together in a love storyline since we’re together now. I didn’t know what you would think and in the moment I was having an internal conflict about the turn as a whole” you explain, “I understand if your mad at me, but-”

“hey” Hunter cut you off, “relax, I’m not mad at you” he says, and it felt like weight was lifted off of your shoulders. “you were just doing your job, doing what you were told to do” he walked closer to you, “you and I know Vince and his ideas that come on a whim, I’m not mad at you at all. I don’t even have the right to be. It’s okay” he says wrapping his arms around your waist.

you immediately pull him into a hug.

it was such a stupid thing. he’s right, you were just doing your job. you felt your chest tighten then release. “it’s okay angel, i’m not mad at you” Hunter rubs your back. “when I was in-… when I was in the ring with the girls, and I was thinking about how Vince made me a heel so quick, it felt like everything I’ve tried to build up was all shattered” you say as tears well in your eyes, “by something so stupid”

“see, you need to stop right here. pretty girls don’t cry”, Hunter pulled away from you, “now look at me, we’re gonna go out and I’m gonna take your mind off of this bullshit, you hear me?” he asked, you nod as you mumble a “yeah”

“now can you help me button this up, please?”

you begin buttoning up his shirt for him, but only until you’re about three buttons away from his neck is when your remembered.

“I uhm, I found more flowers in my locker room last night”

5:29 pm, backstage.

you weren’t even sad anymore, you were just pissed. you had a creative clause in your contract which means that you can do what you want and not do what you don’t want, and Vince straight up violated it.

Vince knew you didn’t want to be a heel, at least not early on in your career but here you were. you wanted answers, immediately.

that’s why you’re here, standing in front on Vince’s office. you’ve been standing here for at least ten minutes trying to think of a non violent way to confront him, but all roads lead to Rome. you have to deck him in the face.

you had a creative clause in your contract which means that you can do what you want and not do what you don’t want, and Vince straight up violated it.

Vince knew you didn’t want to be a heel, at least not early on in your career but here you were. you wanted answers, immediately.

you didn’t care if he was in the most important meeting of his life while in there, hell, you didn’t even care if you were going to get fired for this. you were going to fuck shit up regardless.

“Vince?” you say as you walk in, and what a pleasant surprise, both Vince and Shawn were in here. boy, was this going to be fun.

you sigh with a smile as you sit in the chair next to Shawn. Shawn and Vince exchange confused but knowing glances.

“you know why I’m here.” you state.

“Y/n, I-“ Vince starts, “no, no, don’t even start. I’m the one who’s gonna talk here” you raise a finger. “I don’t know what the fuck was going through your mind when you decided on my behalf that I’m better off acting a particular way, but let me tell you something, you don’t tell me what to do; I have creative control in my contract and over my gimmick, and never forget that I can leave whenever I desire. I’ve heard about you having elaborate bullshit ideas and pulling the strings out of nowhere, but I expected you to be reasonable and have some common sense and pull that shit in the middle of a fucking pay-per-view.”

Shawn and Vince looked at you in horror, no one talks to the boss like that! hm… well.

“I promise you right now that if i wasn’t thinking straight I would’ve walked out like it meant nothing to me, but it did. it meant something to the girls, it meant something to me.”

the room was silent for a moment, Vince was flabbergasted. “and by the way, you could’ve picked anyone but this guy” you point to Shawn.

“well…” Vince began as an attempt to reason with you, “getting with you was his idea!” Vince points to Shawn who mumbles something under his breath as he looks away.

wait, what?

“what do you mean this was ‘Shawn’s idea?’” you narrow your eyes at Vince.

Vince glances over to Shawn and you do the same. you chuckle as you pinch your nose bridge, “for fuck’s sake” you sink into your seat.

10:39 pm, Raw <Live>

today was… odd. not particularly interesting but, well it was something. you were completely zoned out as you stood in gorilla next to Taker, it was just as busy as it always is. no one noticed that you were off, Vince was monitoring the show, some staff were bringing in some last minute promo papers, there were some technicians in the corner, the usual. no one noticed that you were off.

but Taker did.

“you alright kid?” Taker asked, you look up at him and answer with an absentminded hum. “you don’t look like it” he nudged your shoulder. “you ever not wanna do anything because of your gimmick?” you ask, eyes past the curtains. “oh yeah” he answers.

you look up him, “there’s been a lot of things that seemed really cool to me that I wanted to participate in but would’ve been so darn stupid if it wasn’t for me being - well you know - dead”

you sigh, “I get it”.

he looks down at you again, oh. it’s one of those wrestling days.

“look kid” Taker began and you look up at him, “I know you and I have had our ups and downs, and I know we’re not exactly fond of each other but I have a duty, and as locker room leader I’m supposed to give the younger talent advice when they need it. you definitely didn’t notice but word goes around quick ‘round here and the boys are already talking about your little thing with Vince and Shawn in the office earlier..” he explained and your eyes widen.

“..w-what?” you ask, he places a hand on your shoulder and shakes his head. “jus’ don’t think about it too much. thing is, I can see you’re going through a hard time” he says making you chuckle, “I know I don’t look amazing today, but damn” and he laughs.

“look, you’ve done some great things in the short time you’re here and i’m not gonna ignore that, you’ve really done some incredible work! your match at summerslam was real good, and I can see that it taking the women’s locker in a good direction and I don’t want you to like .. lose your focus on the work you’re doing” he said looking away from you.

this felt a bit sudden, but you two needed to sort out your problems at some point and it’s been so long since it felt like you had mentally buried the hatchet.

“we all know Vince is ..not really fully there” he point to his head and you giggle, “and the longer you stay here, you’ll see more of it. stand up for yourself when you need but sometimes you’re gonna have to do things for the sake of doin’ ‘em; or because it’s what good for business. don’t let this little tidbit stop you from performing well, I know it feels like hell right now, but it won’t bother you after a while” he pats on your shoulder.

you know what? you needed that. you really needed to hear that.

you didn’t know what to say or do, so you hugged his waist. it was funnily awkward, but he patted your back some more.

“thank you” you smile, “it means a lot that you think, genuinely. and uhm, I wanna apologize for the uhm, fight. that was outta line and I shoulder have done that” you fidget with your hands. “eh, don’t worry ‘bout it. I forgave you for it a long time ago, granted I was acting like a dick, so i’m sorry too” he says.

a staff member quietly reminds Taker that he’s entrance is coming up. you quickly wish him good luck as he fixes up his hat and coat, you lean against the wall and take in what he said.

“it won’t bother you after a while” his words echoed through your mind, you hoped it would get better soon.

you look down at your self, the extravagant gear your wore today was a bit much. you wore a mini skirt and a cropped zip up jacket, both were pearl white and had bright red broken heart prints all over them. your boots were thigh high and had the same print but inverted. at least the beret was plain white. how is Shawn not colour blind yet?

ans speaking of the devil, he walks in, clearly looking for you but you ignore him and stand by the ramp.

he awkwardly stands next you, contemplating whether or not he should say something but he doesn’t. guess he’ll have to wait until you’re out in the ring.

#rainchyna #rainchyna’s sour grapes #wwf #wwf x reader #wwe shawn michaels x reader #wwf shawn michaels x reader #wwf headcanons #wwe headcanons #wwe fanfiction #wwf fanfiction

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how to make your robot gf jealous 101 ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ clementine + human! reader

synopsis : “could momo **** you like this?” her voice box warbled, smothered in envy, selfishness. “you think any of the other outsiders could make you fall apart like i can?” she slightly smushed your cheeks; your sweet, pitiful face drenched in those hot tears. “no, clem! o..only you!” pixelized eyes full of possessiveness, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was smirking. “that’s right, baby, only me.”

—TW : smut , fem! reader ( let’s go lesbians!! ) , fem terms , jealous clem ( oh my lord ) , possessiveness , fingering , the knee thing…

maybe it started when momo was being a little too touchy-feel-y towards you. his hand on your shoulder each time you made him laugh; how he hugged you just a second too long when you first walked through the door.

or maybe the first tick was caused by doc’s little pet names for you (as he does for most of his friends)—“oh, doll, you made it!” “whatever you say, hun.” “a fascinating discovery indeed, darling!”

zabaltazar most definitely struck a nerve when his full, undivided attention seemed to be solely on you all night—eyes on you whenever you had a story to tell and with input at the end to let you know he cared. even directing a different bot’s own conversation to focus on you once again.

whichever it was to push some buttons didn’t matter…

“a little bit of a baby? are you forgetting the time you screamed because you saw a rat? you didn’t let any of us leave until we scoured your entire flat to make sure there wasn’t any there!”

momo pouted, leaning back against the couch, “you’d be scared too if you saw one of those… things hanging around your living room!” his foot playfully hitting yours, which you returned by lightly kicking his shin.

“it was a toy! it wasn’t even real!” you laughed, the other two outsiders by your side joining in with you. doc nudged your arm, smiling, “we better go ahead and check again, doll; he’s gonna get all paranoid with this memory resurfaced!”

you laughed harder at the comment, and clementine could’ve sworn she’d seen red in the moment. she hadn’t been amused in the slightest the past twenty minutes. and even with one of her favorite momo stories being told, she just couldn’t stop focusing on every little thing her friends did around you.

“doll,”

doc making you laugh.

zabaltazar not taking his annoying eyes off you.

momo now practically playing footsies with you??

oh, no—no way. this was stopping. now.

“this has been fun,” clem started, mimicking a stretch whilst yawning. everyone’s attention turned to her. “… but we should get going now—i’m sure, my love, here is also pretty tired.”

“but-“ your girlfriend cut you off with a tug of your arm to get you standing, “buuttt we’ll be back tomorrow! sorry to cut this so short!” she wasn’t at all; in fact, a weight lifted from her metal chest as soon as she had the door to baltz’ flat opened.

clem and you waved your goodbyes to the bots left behind—who all shared a question mark on their screens as they glanced between each other. with a slam of the door, you both made your leave (one was more reluctant).

“clem, what was that?” you puzzled, worriedly. though, instead of an answer, the outsider simply led you down the cascade of stairs in the apartment building; your wrist still tightly captured.

“clem? clem, talk to me, please.” as much as you were concerned about her behavior, you were also out of breath; clementine was practically dragging you towards your shared apartment.

and maybe if she opened up she would-

“please, slow down!”

but the notoriously stubborn outsider didn’t say a word, yet she calmed her pace… just by a little. it was enough for you to not have to jog to keep up. you had no doubt in your mind that she wouldn’t be opposed to tugging along your limp body had you lost your footing.

she swung open your flat’s door, giving you a chance to catch your breath as she locked it behind you. you had your hands on your knees, basically gasping for air—you must’ve been going as fast as a car back there, you thought.

and just as you repaired your lungs, standing up straight to turn and face her and say, “clem, what is going-“ your girlfriend pushed you back against the wall, her ‘kiss me’ tattoo right beside your head.

“‘what’s going on’? i don’t know—maybe you should tell me what was going on back there.” your previous words stuck in your throat at clementine’s aggressive tone.

you were trapped between wallpaper and narrowed eyes… and a shift in atmosphere. your mind replayed moments back at zabaltazar’s flat, but at no point could you recall doing anything wrong, really!

“what are you talking about, clem?” you furrowed your brows, trying to compete against her furious expression… although there was an obvious dominant side and you were sinking into your place underneath her gaze.

her voice box let out, what you’ve come to known as, a robotic scoff. and the pixels on her screen half-circled to simulate rolling her eyes.

“don’t play dumb with me—you saw exactly how they were treating you… like they wanted you all to themselves.” clem leaned in and before you could object, she placed a cold finger on your bottom lip to shut you up.

“did you want that too? wanted my friends to all have their way with you?” her voice lowered and she moved her hand down from your mouth, pushing up your shirt to rest on your bare waist; you shuddered at her cold metal.

“of course not, clem! i’m yours!” you held her head in your palms, looking at her with the most sincere expression.

she smiled, but it wasn’t her usual soft upturn of blue pixels she’d normally do when you said something like that. her eyes half-lidded and it seemed more as though you amused her with what you said more than anything. and suddenly, you felt like unbeknownst prey to a hungry lion.

“i know, baby. that’s why i’m gonna have to make you remember that.”

the companion shoved her knee between your legs and you sharply gasped at the unexpected friction. your hands that cupped her facial frame went stiff and eventually moved down to her shoulders to keep yourself stable.

clementine used the hand that was on your waist to push your hips back and forth. each grind against her metal had you lightly panting and at some point you started bucking your hips yourself—completely forgetting how this even started.

“i’m sure those guys would kill to see you like this… it’s too bad they’re not here to do it themselves.” she pushed her knee further into your cunt and watched as your back arched away from the wall.

you shook your head, finding it hard to talk like this, and clementine tilted her screen to mock you, still with that entertained look. “no… m’only want you, clem..”

“is that right? didn’t seem that way when you were practically begging momo to keep touching you.” and with that remembrance, albeit a little over-exaggerated, clementine’s previous annoyance and anger returned.

with an idea laced with malice and spite, she pulled her knee away. hearing you whine, almost whimper, for a piece of her back was something to behold; it certainly sent a wave of electricity through her mainframe, hearing you so needy just for her.

she would never let her friends get a chance to hear it.

“wait—please, don’t stop.”

she shushed you, cupping your chin to look up at her. “you want me?” she quizzed, looking you up and down; god, you already looked a mess… and just from her knee?

you nodded a slightly too frantic ‘yes’ and clem dropped her hand from your face, “then tell me how bad you need me, hm?”

oh, so that’s what it was.

clementine was jealous.

you scolded yourself for not noticing it sooner, as obvious as it was.

your girlfriend felt threatened—she was never any good at sharing. and now you thought back to earlier, how pissed she must’ve been seeing the rest of her group give you so much attention; you wondered how badly she wanted to dismantle the whole party for the way they were treating you.

you could see it all now—her patience slowly dropping with each affectionate action you were given. and a picture of steam visibly wafting from her vents materialized in your mind.

a heat burning between your legs and a guilt for not taking in account clem’s feelings decided that you couldn’t deny her her request—not like you had much of a choice anyways.

your cheeks burned at the bot’s awaiting eyes and clementine reminded you just how badly you wanted her by sneaking a hand to the curve of your ass.

“god, i need you so bad, clem!” you rubbed your legs together, with a little hope she wouldn’t notice (oh, she noticed). “i need you to fuck me—i need you to fuck me like i’m only yours.”

you grabbed at her arm, positioning it to sit on your inner thigh. clementine looked at you as if you were the most pitiful thing there was, and by the desperation in your voice, you probably were.

“i don’t want those guys, baby—i want you… please.”

she squeezed your thigh, a satisfied look in her eyes. “jump up.” is all she said and you knew exactly what she wanted. you used her shoulders for support as you hopped up and hugged your legs around her torso. she held onto the flesh of your ass and set you on the kitchen counter.

“oh, pretty girl, m’ gonna **** you so dumb you’ll forget the names momo, doc, and ******* baltazar.”

and just like she promised, she wasted no time pushing aside your skirt and shoving down your panties. cold, metallic fingers already swiping your slit, ripping a guttural moan from your throat.

you made a compelling case, clementine didn’t hold her jealousy against you. but every time she thought back on your time at the flat, she couldn’t get the image of you being gushed over by her friends out of her head.

now she wished the outsiders were here, standing at the door of her apartment… watching with wide eyes as clementine fucks you so good, you’re chanting her name like a broken record.

“oh, ah! clem!”

yeah, just like that.

the image of you sopping wet on a wooden counter with your companion girlfriend’s fingers rubbing against your cunt was utterly obscene. your pretty, little panties hung at your feet and two arms looped around a robotic neck; clementine’s body situated between your legs to keep you wide open and you were overheating far more than her computer head could ever.

“god, you’re dripping—and just from me. just for me.” she whirled, which was almost like a robotic purr.

your legs were absolutely shaking and you couldn’t keep your mouth from being agape. eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed; there was a sheen of sweat glossing your skin, which clementine has always thought was pretty—like glass (she has no idea why humans do it).

she put a finger underneath your chin, guiding it up for you to face her. “look at me, baby.” she cooed, head tilted with those same lidded pixels and smile—though, she stared at you much more in adoration this time… with a little lace of self-pride.

you were hers, just hers. just her little crybaby with wet, fat tears in your eyes. just her’s to fuck.

and while the other outsiders probably stroked themselves to the thought of you hopped up on a table, crying for them—she got to actually see it.

just her.

clementine just stared at you for a moment, forcing you to stare right back. and she smiled a little wider at the sight of you so desperately trying to keep those little eyelids open for her—because she said to.

and then she stopped.

she stopped her movements, stopped her artificial thumb from circling your clit, stopped her two other fingers from keeping your pussy open.

oh, and you whined. whined at the loss of her.

that picture of her friends watching her fuck you returned. they would be mortified. mortified at seeing you being undone by someone who’s not them. they would beg for a chance to be the ones who make you cry like that.

and she would just glance at them, with a boastful smile.

she stayed like that for too many seconds, you thought. just watching you, watching you squirm to get back that contact.

and then, all at once, she stuffed her large fingers into your puffy cunt, seeing your face contort in pleasure. and she pumped them in and out and in and out.

you were sure her hand was just as wet as you were.

the hotboxed room was filled with lewd squelching noises, noises she wanted more of, and your moans and whimpers.

her’s, her’s, her’s.

not doc’s, not momo’s, not zabaltazar’s.

her’s—clementine’s.

“could momo **** you like this?” her voice box warbled, smothered in envy, selfishness.

“you think any of the other outsiders could make you fall apart like i can?”

oh, god, and how badly you were falling apart—like she broke you down brick by brick until you were nothing but puddy in her big, big hands.

she slightly smushed your cheeks; your sweet, pitiful face drenched in those hot tears.

could you even respond? your voice would definitely be gone the next morning.

“no, clem! o..only you!” you practically cried.

pixelized eyes full of possessiveness, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was smirking.

she laughed, a bitter and mocking laugh.

“that’s right, baby, only me.”

only clementine.

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brook1yn-baby · 10 months

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kenjorine band au oneshot <3

characters; kenny mccormick x marjorine stotch

warnings; tooth-rotting fluff teehee

a/n; short lil oneshot bcos i love these silly little guys!!

the brick wall of the alleyway is cold and damp as marj leans her head against it, finger twirled around the cord of a decrepit payphone. she’s lucky it still works, she thinks, before her thoughts are drowned out by the dial tone she’d come to know and love.

crimson dawn’s tour had been a success thus far; 14 sold out shows, with 1 more to go. stan, jimmy, marj and bebe had spent countless nights exploring the cities they’d only be in for a day or so, before they’d be back on the bus, travelling to the next to do it all over again. it was incredible, and she’d seen more of america than she thought she’d ever see in her life in just the space of two weeks. the band had been a silly pastime for her a year ago. an escape from her parents and their sheltered household. now, playing to crowds of thousands of fans every night, she’s sure nothing can feel as perfect as this.

well, except, maybe..

“marj.”

his voice is quiet, and she almost doesn’t hear it over the sound of the bustling nighttime streets of phoenix. she holds in a squeal of happiness. “hiya, ken!”

she can hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone, then sigh. it’s not a frustrated sigh, or a fed-up sigh- those, she was used to hearing, especially from her parents. this was a sigh of comfort, like a weight’s been lifted from kenny’s shoulders.

he’d never been a religious man, though his family were. promises of eternal happiness and a loving god with a ‘plan’ seemed so far from reality. but, after every show, when the phone rings and he hears her sweet, sweet voice, he could fall to his knees and pray, thank whatever divine being brought her to him.

“how was the show?” it’s a simple question, and he asks it every night without fail. he makes sure she’s okay after the bad ones, and congratulates her after the good ones, and always, always tells her how proud he is of her. kenny had left crimson dawn to work with his brother at the auto shop, hoping to save up some money to put karen through college further down the line. marjorine was still butters back then. music wasn’t kenny’s biggest passion anyway. that spot was saved for his sister and now, also, marj. the only people in the world he’d die a hundred times over for.

“so much fun. our next one’s gonna be the best we’ve ever done, though. pinky promise.” she giggles into the receiver. stan had made sure that south park was their last stop on the tour, meaning tomorrow she’d be home. maybe not her actual house; she’d been living in bebe’s spare room since she told her parents she didn’t wanna go to college. no, home. with kenny. she swears she can hear his grin through the phone.

“do i get a backstage pass? yknow, since i’m a groupie.” she laughs and it’s loud and real and it feels so good to be joking around, to forget about how difficult it is being away from him. “aw ken, of course you do! i wouldn’t exactly call you a groupie, though,”

“my girlfriend is a fuckin’ gorgeous, talented rockstar. i wear the word groupie like a badge of honour, babe.”

marj looks out to the street as she hears the backstage door open, watching jimmy lean against the handrail of the stairs while stan and bebe use his crutches as swords, doubling over, laughing their asses off. they’re all red in the face, still sweating from the show, but they’re having the time of their lives, and so is she. admiring the people she’s been through her worst and best times with as they act like completely loveable idiots. it’s bittersweet; she wishes kenny was there to watch too.

she’s silent for a moment, listening to his soft, rhythmic breathing, dulled slightly by the static of the old phone. “geez, ken, i miss you,” it comes out cracked and quiet, and she doesn’t even realise there’s a tear rolling down her cheek until it brushes her lip. she wipes it away, pretending it’s his hand instead of her own. “one more night, babe. then i’m all yours.” marj lets out a sniffly laugh, even though she knows his words aren’t true. it didn’t matter whether she was in his arms, or in the depths of hell; wherever they ended up, he’d always be all hers.

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fictional-mind21 · 1 year

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Drowning in thought

Bucky x female reader

Synopsis: It feels as if your anxiety has been consuming you. Although you think you’ve hidden well, Bucky can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: ANGST?, panic attack, the bold letters are readers thoughts (LET ME KNOW IT I MISSED ANYTHING)

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS MAY TRIGGER YOU

Word Count: 1,474

a/n: I don’t know what this is but I really needed it. Wrote it yesterday just finished it. Anxiety isn’t easy or pretty. It can devour you from the inside. Everyone experiences these things differently and maybe this will help someone out there. If you need some to talk to I’ll be here.

p.s: This is my first official post for Bucky. Please be gentle. Also I might write more but this is a test. Also, the Gifs aren’t mine.

It had been some time since you felt like the weight of the world was crushing you. Somehow this week had passed by so quickly you didn’t remember anything that happened but at the same time so slowly you felt like you were falling into an abyss. Normally you had trouble falling asleep but this week was one of the worst. Most of the time you could handle the voices in your head but not today. You didn’t know what was worse when the voices were so low it let your mind wander into possibilities or when it felt like the voices in your head were on speakers and your head pounded.

The first time it got really bad that week you grabbed your car keys and went for a midnight drive hoping to clear your head with no success. The second time you were sitting on the roof reading when you suddenly looked at the edge and thought

What if I just jumped?

You got up startled and ran back to your room and your mind is raced

What the hell was that? What’s wrong with you?! You have a great life! Geez why are you being so ungrateful! What’s wrong with you?! Stop being so weak!

After a while you calmed down and tried to go back to reading. You were holding a book in your hands but your thoughts were still racing when Bucky walked in.

“Hey“

“Hey“ you say sounding dazed

“Just got back from the mission. You ready for movie night?“ he says wiggling his eyebrows

You force a smile on your face

“Actually I think i’m just gonna catch up on reading and knock out. Tell the team I’ll see them tomorrow“

Stop making a big deal out of it! He doesn’t care. Don’t burden him with your problems. He does care! Are you sure? What if you’re wrong?

“Okay“ he furrows his eyebrows looking concerned

“Love you“ you say as he’s walking out

“Love you too doll“

When the door shuts you drop the smile.

Slowly you distance yourself from the team but you made sure to plaster a smile on your face if they thought something was wrong and made sure to come out of your room if they got worried. It’s been 2 months and everyone was buying the act. Until recently one person felt like something was off. One person.

Bucky

You were in bed trying to work while listening to music. But everything just felt like too much work. Even breathing felt like a chore. Suddenly you felt someone gently pull out your earphones. When you look up you see Bucky, sitting on the bed near your legs

“Your gonna burst your eardrums doll” he says so softly like he’s afraid to startle you

The music was blasting so loud through the earbuds.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was that loud“

Placing the laptop closed on the desk and sitting back down he says

“I can tell, you’ve been doing a lot of zoning out recently.“

You stay silent hoping that if you say nothing he’ll change the subject.

“What’s going on in that brilliant little mind of yours?“

Brilliant? Yeah right

“Nothing“ you shake your head, feeling a knot form in your throat

“You know, you can talk to me right?“

You nod, feeling the pressure of tears threatening to come out

“So talk to me doll, What’s wrong?“

You look down squeezing your eyes shut trying not to cry

Weak

“Nothings wrong buck I’m okay” You whisper, tears spilling out

“You say that, but your crying doll“

“I’m okay“

He lifts your chin up “You keep saying that but your shaking y/n“

Suddenly that’s it, he’s holding you and your crying

“I can’t bucky I- I feel like i’m floating in the ocean with a straight jacket on, staring into darkness“

“How long has this been going on?“

“2 months?“ you say unsure

“Why didn’t you say anything?“

Burden

“I didn’t want to bother you“

“You could never bother me doll“ he says wiping the tears streaming down your face, away

“I feel so helpless Buck“

“Talk to me“

“I never know when the wave is gonna hit and how long the flood of emotions will last. Most of the time I’m just numb. Usually I’m just going through the motions. I’m genuinely happy when I’m with you or the rest of the team but even then sometimes I just can’t. Sometimes my thoughts tune everything out and sometimes I can’t handle it. I hate that I overthink so much, that my mind is a mess but I can’t stop it or control it.”

He walks over to the opposite side of the bed and lays down, patting the spot next to him “Over here, lay down next to me“

You snuggle next to him, your head under his chin and your arm around his waist. He pulls a blanket over you both and holds you tight.

”I always feel like I’m never good enough. I know you think I have so much confidence but there’s always this voice in the back of my head telling me I’m not good enough and that no one really cares.”

“Y/N, we all care. If the whole team is too many people to keep track of and it starts to cast doubt into your head, just know I know I care“

He kisses your forehead and you snuggle closer to him.

“No more talking please?”

Sensing you must be worn out from all the emotions he replies “Okay, need anything else?“

“Just hold me?“

“Anything for you doll“

You slowly drift to sleep as the flood of emotions wipes you out but it doesn’t last. You dream of nothing and wake up too soon making you feel like you never feel asleep in the first place. You open your eyes and notice Bucky is sound asleep next to you.

How is it possible to love someone so much?

Every time you see him your heart does somersaults and backflips.

I love you. What if I’m not good enough for you?

Quietly getting up from the bed you tiptoe to the restroom that’s joined to your room and splash water on your face. You look in the mirror and suddenly you start shaking. You hold onto the sink for balance and try to relax with no success. Your breathing becomes heavy and your eyes tear up making your vision blurry

“Can’t you just leave me alone?!” you say looking up talking to an invisible force

Not shortly after, you hear the restroom door open and Bucky walks up to you. He was getting up to look for you but he heard labored breathing and short sobs coming out of the restroom. He wants to hold you and tell you everything will be okay but he needs to calm you down first.

“Hey, doll look at me“

“Bucky?“ You whisper looking up

Shit! I woke him up.

“Hey“

“I’m sorry“ you say, your voice cracking

“Nothing to be sorry ‘bout doll“

“Wo-ke you up“ you say trying to catch your breath

“Like I said doll you have nothing to be sorry for. Try and match my breathing or do the 444 method“

“God I’m so weak, Bucky. I can’t even handle my thoughts. I complain about how I’m feeling but I’ve got a great life.”

“Just breathe for me doll“

You try to slowly exhale all of your air out. It comes out shaky, but bucky is there to help and you try again.

When you eventually get your breathing back to normal, Bucky hugs you and says “Y/N, I want you to know you’re not complaining, It’s how you feel. Like you said, you can’t control how you feel“

“I hate feeling like this“

“It’ll be okay, i got you” he says placing your hair behind your ear

“It might never be okay“ you whisper

“Maybe but I’ll be here though it all doll. I promise you don't have to worry 'bout me leaving. If it ever feels like your being crushed and you need help carrying the weight you got me by your side. Don't let it break you down“

“Thanks“

You guys walk back to the bedroom

“I love you and I’ll always be here, no matter what”

“Love you too”

“I'm with you for it all, the laughing, the crying, everything. Even the banter the team thinks is cute and makes me seem soft.”

“You forgot the messing with Sam“ You say letting out a little laugh

“There she is“

“Your are such a dork“

“You love me anyway“

“That’ll never gonna change“

“Neither will my love for you“

“How much love?“

“Loads. More than you’ll ever know”

“You trying to start a war that you can’t win, Barnes?“

#bucky x y/n #bucky x f!reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n anxiety #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #angst #anxeity #fictional-mind21

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canirove · 2 years

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Red & Blue | Chapter 28

Author’s note: This is a chapter sponsored by me struggling to find photos of Mason with good hair 😂 And I promise that interesting things are coming and that they will start doing more than just being all over each other. Soon 😅

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"I can't believe we just did that."

"Have sex in the garden of a villa in the middle of nowhere in Italy?" Mason says, his head resting on my chest.

"Exactly that, yes."

"I don't think anyone cared. Well, maybe the dog that started barking like crazy when you..."

"Mason!"

"What?"

"There is no need to explain the details."

"How long have we been dating?" he asks, lifting his head to look at me.

"Almost four years."

"Almost four years. And you still go all shy and blush every time I talk about our sex life."

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

"No, nothing. Just thought that by now you'll be used to it."

"I don't know if that will ever happen."

"Good. Because you look really cute when you blush" he says, kissing my cheek. "Very..." he continues, now kissing my neck. "Cute" he says, kissing my collarbone and going down to my chest.

"Mason..."

"What" he says against my skin.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm kissing you. Slowly. Making all the way down to my favourite place."

"Again?" I chuckle.

"Again. I still am hungry." Though I would have known just by the way he looked at me when he said it.

"What about the dog?"

"He'll probably start barking again."

"What if..." I say, Mason's tongue already at work. "What if someone hears him, goes check why is he barking, and then comes here?"

"No one is coming. No one but..."

"Don't. Not again."

"Ok" he says with a cheeky smile before disappearing between my legs again.

"You need a trim" I say, my fingers playing with his hair.

"You can cut it later."

"Really? Are you gonna let me cut your hair?"

"Anything so you let me eat you out in peace."

"Ok" I giggle.

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"I think this is a bad idea. A very bad idea."

"But you were right, I need to do something with this" Mason says, running a hand through his hair. "It's starting to look wild."

"But I don't have the proper scissors for this. I'll probably hurt you."

"You won't, I trust you."

"I don't trust myself" I say, looking at the scissors in my hand. I found them inside a sewing kit in the living room of the villa where we are staying, and they cut paper perfectly. But hair...

"I trust you. And besides, there are many tutorials on YouTube. You'll be fine."

"Yeah, I probably will. You, on the other hand..."

"It's just hair, it grows back."

"Ok then" I say, taking a deep breath. "Are you ready?"

"Ready."

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"I told you it was a bad idea."

"It doesn't look that bad..."

"Mason, it looks horrible. It is even worse than the atrocities you used to get done when we started dating."

"Rude" he says, checking himself in the mirror.

"Tomorrow we are driving into town and looking for a hairdresser that can fix whatever it is I did."

"There is no need, love. Who is gonna see me looking like this?"

"Me!" I say, trying not to cry.

"Hey, hey, it's ok" he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him. "It's just hair. We'll get it fixed, and then eat our weight in gelato."

"I don't think our managers will like that idea."

"Then we'll go for a run and then do some swimming to burn it all."

"Sounds like a nice plan."

"I know. It is my plan" he smiles, that dimple of his showing and making me already feel a bit better.

"This also was your plan, and look how it ended" I say, pointing at his hair.

"Gorgeous..." he says, letting out a big sigh.

"I'm sorry. Sorry."

"It's ok" he says, caressing my cheek. "But is there anything I can do right now to help you forget about it?"

"You could make me dinner."

"Sexy dinner?" he smirks. Sexy dinner, or cooking just on our underwear.

"Yup."

"Ok. Would the lady want anything special?"

"Surprise me."

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"It isn't that bad, is it?"

"It still is very soft, so that’s something" I say, touching Mason's very short hair. We are on a little boat we've rented, soaking in the Mediterranean sun. Or in my case, trying to. He's decided to lay on top of me, resting his head on my chest with the excuse of "you are too hot already, you don't need the sun."

"I like the way it feels when you touch it" he murmurs.

"I feel like I'm petting a cat" I chuckle.

"Meow" he says, biting my boob.

"Mason!"

"I'm sorry, I had to. Have I ever told you how comfortable your boobs are?"

"A few times, yes."

"Well, just in case you forgot... You have really comfortable boobs."

"Thank you. And I was thinking... Will our families miss us if we stay here for the rest of the summer? It feels so nice, just doing nothing but chilling… And they’ll probably want us to go on trips with them, out for dinner and all that.”

"Probably not. They seemed to have lots of fun last year without us."

"They did. So what if we stay here a few more days? Then we could go to Rome. I’ve always wanted to go and do proper touristy things. We could get a little apartment and a vespa to move around."

“Am I driving?”

“Of course you are. I want to be like Audrey Hepburn. I may even get myself a similar outfit to hers, which means that you will have to wear a suit.”

“On this heat? I think not.”

“Says the person who plays with long sleeves all year around... Ouch! Why did you bite me again?”

“For being rude. But I like how everything else about your plan sounds. And when we do the touristy things, I want to also buy a magnet for the fridge and matching Rome t-shirts, the ugliest ones. I want us to be proper tacky tourists even if it is just for one day."

"Ok" I laugh. "Are we going to Rome, then?"

"We are going to Rome."

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#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine

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moody4world · 2 years

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Mr widows peak

A/N(?): i am !!NOT!! a writer, everything i write and post is simply for fun and not to be taken seriously

“So are you ever gonna stop bullying him and actually tell him that you like him?” Urban asks, sitting on the couch next to you at Druski’s place.

“No for real cause you be hurting that man’s feelings but hey, i’m not complaining cause that shit is hilarious.” Druski continues while laughing at the memories he has of you making fun of Jack.

You’ve liked jack for a while now but for as long as you can remember you always made fun of the people you like. Lets just say it was your love language. Your favorite thing to call him was either baby powder or casper because of how pale he is. You would mock all his dance moves after every performance and all the guys including Neelam and Metta would die of laughter each time.

Jack however was starting to feel like it was something personal. At first he would laugh too because he also thought it was hilarious but the longer it went on the more he started to feel like you really did not like him. He usually didn’t let something as little as someone not liking him get to his head but Jack has had some more than friendly feelings for you which made this a big deal to him.

After Jack’s performance on the Today Show he decided to post a picture on his story with the scissors emoji to mess with his fans.

In that moment you were all sitting in the same room and you happened to be the first one out of the bunch to see his instagram story. “Damn Jack are you sure you want to have that 8head out on display?” you say to him with a mischievous grin on your face. Urban and Neelam both start giggling right away. Jack however starts glaring at you and goes “Whats your problem with me huh? what did i do to you?” “Woah calm down Mr. widows peak it was just a joke.” He takes a deep breath and asks you to step outside for a second “y/n can i talk to you outside for a sec?” “Sure”

The both of you step outside of the room and close the door. As soon as Jack closes the door, you both hear the rushed footsteps of your nosy friends rushing to press their ears against the door.

“Look Jack i didn’t mean to upset you okay? i thought we were joking like we always do.”

You rushed to tell him before he got angry with you.

Jack shakes his head and decides to let you know what’s up. “I know you always make jokes about me and i know that’s kind of our thing but lately i’m starting to question if you have something against me.”

“Of course not! i have absolutely nothing against you it’s really all fun and games Jack.”

Jack immediately feels a huge weight lift from his shoulders after hearing that. “Okay good cause that shit was starting to make me sad i can’t lie. You’re too pretty to be against me.”

“Did you just call me pretty?”

“Well…yeah you know you’re pretty so why are you surprised y/n?”

“I mean yeah i know i’m that bitch but like…you know i like you right? that’s the reason i make fun of you all the time. I think its cute.”

“Yeah i kinda had a suspicion to be honest. Ive been liking you too since the first joke you made about my left eye.” He says as you both start laughing.

After you both stop and stand there in complete awkward silence for a few seconds you decide to ask him “So are you gonna ask me out on a date or what?” Jack starts blushing right away and nods “Yeah i hope you’re free tomorrow because i’m picking you up around lunch time.”

You’re about to reply when you both hear Druski’s loud voice through the door “Finally man god damn.” followed by everyone else shushing him. You and Jack look at each other and you both roll your eyes at your friends’ antics. Jack puts his finger over his lips telling you to stay still while he reaches slowly for the door handle. He pushes it down and yanks the door open in a fast and swift motion causing all your friends to fall over, one after the other.

You both look down at them while they groan in pain from the unexpected impact. Urban is the first one to complain to the both of you. “Now was that really necessary?”

To which you reply “Yes, yes it was”.

You give Jack a high five for his brilliant idea and you both walk off hand in hand leaving your nosy friends on the floor still lazy to get back up.

“Well at least she wont be making fun of him no more” Druski says after dusting off his shirt

“You’re so wrong if you think she’s gonna stop. If anything it’s probably gonna get worse now.” “Jack has no idea what’s coming for him.”

A/N(?): hope you enjoyed it @harlowcomehome

#moody4world #moody fics #jack harlow x reader

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littlespoonevan · 1 year

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one line, any fic

thank you so much to @mellaithwen and @homerforsure for tagging me!! 💛💛💛💛

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag 10 people

(initially i was gonna just go back chronologically but then i sort of veered off into posting my favourites so here’s a mishmash of both askjdh)

i will admit it (if you admit it)

Eddie sighs, rubbing his hands over his face before fixing Buck with a pleading look. “I don’t know. I’m still- Buck, I’m still really fucking angry at you-“

“I know,” Buck cuts in before he can say anymore. He doesn’t need to hear it, doesn’t want to. “I know,” he repeats, stepping forward and cradling Eddie’s face between his hands. Eddie doesn’t brush him off; he only stares up at Buck like he’s begging him to offer up a solution to fix all of this.

Take What You Need, Darling

“How nice,” Margaret smiles – though it looks more like a grimace. “If you’re sure, Evan…”

“I’m sure,” Buck insists. “My place. Tomorrow night.”

Eddie mouths a silent thank you when the Buckleys’ backs are turned, biting down on a smile when Buck winks at him.

if you love me, wake me

“I’m really tired,” Eddie admits, half on a laugh as he casts a sidelong glance at Buck.

“I’ll get your meds and help you get ready for bed,” he starts, already making to get up again but Eddie puts a hand on his arm to stop him.

“In a minute,” he mumbles, head dropping down until it’s resting on Buck’s shoulder.

It makes Buck freeze before he forces himself to relax, resisting the urge to rest his cheek against Eddie’s hair.

Look How They Align

“Why? What’s different now?”

Eddie searches his expression, something unreadable in his eyes, and eventually, he smiles. “Moving here, meeting all of you, hanging out with you and Sophie- I’ve got…support here. I don’t feel so alone anymore, y’know?”

Buck knows. Buck knows so deeply that for an insane moment he considers doing something monumentally stupid like taking Eddie’s hand and just- holding it while he tells him he never has to be alone ever again.

i'm someone you maybe might love

The rest of her question gets cut off by a quiet, disbelieving, “Eddie?” and she and Eddie turn just in time for Buck to slam straight into Eddie.

Eddie takes a step back with the force of it but his arms come up around Buck immediately, hugging back just as fiercely. She catches sight of his blinding smile before he tucks his face into Buck’s shoulder and Lucy stares, can’t help it when they’re hugging like long-lost lovers being reunited.

Close Enough for Comfort

“Hey,” he replies quietly. And all he does is lift a hand but Buck takes it for the invitation he knows it is. He sinks down onto the couch and burrows himself under Eddie’s arm, pillowing his head on the spot where Eddie’s ribcage gives way to the softness of his stomach. Eddie’s arm settles over him, a grounding weight that finally pulls Buck back to reality.

“How are you feeling?” Eddie asks, voice hushed and undemanding.

“I’m fine,” he replies, muffling the words in Eddie’s hoodie.

Say Anything...As Long As It's I Love You

Buck shrugs, a faraway sort of look on his face. “Do you remember the old couple we were called to a couple of years ago? The guy’s husband died and when we left them alone together so he could say goodbye he passed away too?”

Eddie does remember. He also remembers how hard the call had hit Buck. He nods, waiting for Buck to continue.

“Well, before Thomas died I was talking to him and he said you don’t find a love like that. You make it.” Buck looks down at his hands, mouth curving up just slightly. “So it’s not like- I don’t think fate is what keeps people together or anything. But I think it knows a thing or two about ‘right place, right time’, y’know?”

a touch of someone else (to save me from myself)

“I’m okay with blurring the lines like this sometimes,” he murmurs. “If it helps.”

Buck cranes his neck to meet his gaze and they’re so close it would take nothing at all for Eddie to close the distance and bring their mouths together. For all that Buck’s flirted, for all that Eddie’s indulged him in his own way, this is first time he’s actively thought about it. The first time he’s pictured kissing Buck in his head and wants.

nobody knows you, baby, the way i do

“Uh okay,” Ravi says, looking uncertainly at the flashcards in his hands that they’d appropriated from Hen’s stash. “Why are we doing this again?”

“Because me and Eddie are obviously better best friends than Hen and Chim,” Buck says and Ravi’s frown deepens.

“But I thought you and Eddie were-“

“Just get on with the questions, Probie,” Chimney interrupts.

Buy Back the Secrets

“Hey come on, you didn’t even make it a week hating me,” Eddie quips. “You’re physically incapable of being impolite for that long.”

“Or maybe you were just too fucking likeable,” Buck grumbles, making Eddie’s grin widen.

And it’s weird because Buck doesn’t know Eddie – or, well, he does but this version of him doesn’t – and yet he just feels…comfortable. Sure in Eddie’s presence in a way he doesn’t expect. There’s obviously a barrier between them, something clearly unspoken in the way Eddie knows everything about their relationship and Buck knows nothing, but it’s nice and it’s easy.

i wasn’t here yesterday so apologies if i double tag anyone but if you haven’t done it yet and would like to i’m tagging @buckactuallys @hmslusitania @evanbucxley @capseycartwright @finduilasclln @hattalove 🌷

#meme thing #scrolling to the midpoint of each of these fics was fascinating actually lmao #long post

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quotemenevervore · 2 years

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Woah! Part 8 already? And fiancé centric again?

I wanted to follow up once more on the previous fic, as Sapnap has confessed to not having a good history being shrunk.

Content warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore, tooth-rotting fluff.

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Sapnap was relaxing on the couch, resting after the day. He’d spent quite some time in the mines, though he had quite a few ores to show for it. It didn’t make him any less sore, though. Karl was in the kitchen making supper, and Quackity was- where was Quackity? A warm weight flopped onto his back, answering that question quickly. For his fiancé’s sake, he held in the grunt of pain that threatened to escape him. “What’s up?” “Sapnap, you were gone almost all day! We missed you.” “So you attempt to murder me by crushing me?” He could just tell the avian was pouting, and the weight got off of him quickly after. He turned over to face him, but was eased so he was laying back down. “Now what are you doing?” The other simply gave him a smile, laying down on top of him and trying to wrap his arms around him. The fireborn finally lifted his hips to let his arms have access after watching and feeling him struggle for a bit. “I know we needed the material, but it gets so lonesome without you.” He mumbled into his shoulder, trying to be quiet. Likely so their other fiancé didn’t hear the comment, Sapnap guessed. “Well, can’t say I did myself any favors going alone either.” “Why?” “I'm just achy after finally getting back. I bet I’ll be sore tomorrow.” He mused, feeling the other’s head lift up but glancing over to the kitchen to see what Karl was doing. He did not catch the worried frown on the avian’s face, nor did he see when an idea struck him and his eyes lit up.

He flopped his head back down after a moment, and Sapnap let his own head rest against the armrest. “Wanna take a quick nap before dinner’s ready?” “Absolutely.” “You guys better not be trying to sleep on me!” Karl had appeared from behind the couch, hands on his hips with one wielding a wooden spoon. Both fiancés simply turned their heads to look at him, though neither of them said a word. To be fair, their brunette lover was only lit up by the lights from the kitchen, his eyes practically shining in them. The playful annoyed look on his face was cute to them, and it was like they simultaneously had the same idea. Quackity sat up and both of them grabbed one of his hands, pulling him to the couch to be in the middle of them. Karl squirmed under their grips, peals of laughter escaping him as Sapnap pulled him to lay down and Quackity flopped down on top of them. The small twinge of pain made the fireborn all too aware that he’d regret this decision, but seeing his fiancé laughing because of him was more than worth it.

“Guys, the food’s gonna get cold. We need to go eat.” Karl had let them rest for a few minutes, but now was trying to push the avian off of him. “You’re no fun, Karlos.” “And you need to eat, nimrod.” The ravenette finally gave in, clambering off of the other and walking towards the kitchen. Karl sat up, letting Sapnap also sit up, though with a wince as his muscles started aching from the movement. “You okay?” “Yea. Probably just overworked myself today. I’ll just rest up tomorrow.” Karl still looked doubtful, but Sapnap had already stood up, pressing a featherlight kiss to the tip of his nose before also making his way to the kitchen. Despite being the one to push the other two to eat, the brunette was the last one to get to the table, face a faint shade of pink. Sapnap was the first to finish, and stood up with a stretch, trying not to wince again from the new round of achiness it brought. “Think I’m gonna head to bed.” He took his plate to the kitchen, washing it off and placing it in the dish rack to dry. He had just turned around to head back to the dining room when he found his two fiancés blocking the doorway. “What is this?” He asked, slightly amused but mostly tired. “An intervention.” Karl responded, looking to Quackity to explain more. “Can you go get something for me?” “Like?” The avian cupped his hand to the other’s ear, listing off the things he wanted. The brunette’s eyes widened slightly, and he gave the other a strange look. “Please?” He caved after the ravenette gave him his equivalent of puppy eyes, turning and heading up to their bedroom.

Sapnap turned his attention to his other fiancé. “Whatcha planning?” “I’m planning on making you relax.” “I already said I was going to bed though.” With that, the other’s confidence faltered, and he awkwardly replied, “Well, yeah, but maybe this would be better than the bed.” “No real way for me to compare if I don’t know what you’re doing.” As if on cue, Karl returned with one item. Sapnap rolled his eyes when he saw the potion in the brunette’s hand. “If your instincts were bugging you all you had to do was ask.” “It’s not to help me. It’s for you.” “You- okay. Explain how this is gonna help me relax more than if I was sleeping.” The avian’s mouth opened, but then closed again, most of his cockiness about his plan vanishing from his posture.

“I just- I thought that, well, me and Karl always sleep really well in your storage and I thought maybe it would be similar for you. And the heat would help with your soreness, it would be warmer than the bed.” Sapnap’s heart almost melted at the explanation, and he stepped forward and wrapped the other in a hug. “Like I said, all you had to do was ask. Not make me think I was in trouble or something.” Karl chuckled beside them, as the fireborn moved his arm to pull the brunette into the hug. “It wasn’t meant to sound so harsh. We just wanted to make sure you were gonna be okay, you had us both a little worried.” “Honestly, I don’t think either of you could be too harsh.” Offended protests answered him, and he stepped back with a laugh, taking the potion from his now pouting fiancé. “Think we should go to the bed if we’re doing this?” “That would probably be best, since we’re headed to bed immediately after anyway.” “I’ll do the dishes while you get him settled.” “Thank you, love.” Quackity pressed a kiss to the side of the brunette's mouth, only missing because the other turned to the side to begin the chore at the last second. A giggle from both and the error was corrected. “I’ll do the dishes tomorrow for you.” “Sounds like a plan. I’ll be up in a bit.”

Sapnap made sure to give Karl a good hug before he followed the avian upstairs, ending it with a peck to his lips. “Night, Karl. Love you.” “Love you too, Sapnap. Hopefully you won’t be sore in the morning.” “We’ll see.”

Quackity was sitting on the bed, already changed into pajamas when the fireborn slipped into the room. “You really are ready for bed, aren’t you?” “You’ve been in pajamas since you came home, I don’t wanna hear it.” He snarked back, smiling as he came to sit beside him. “You ready?” “If you’re sure you wanna do this.” “You had a fair argument earlier, I’ll give you that. I’m willing to give it a try.” Quackity’s hands were already hovering slightly near him at the confirmation, so the ravenette wasted no time downing the potion, the familiar taste of the nether being somewhat soothing to him. The only thing that ruined it was the feeling of vertigo and dizziness that hit him, making him squeeze his eyes shut so he didn’t wind up seeing the jarring experience of watching everything grow around him. When the feeling faded, he was in the avian’s hand, held up to his face already. Upon seeing his eyes open, the Mexican pressed a kiss to his torso, then against his face, pulling back and smiling at the blushing mess he’d left the smaller.

A question lingered in the air as Sapnap recovered from the affection, and in response he tapped the other’s lip, granting himself entry to his fiancé’s maw. Despite being new at it, he was learning the ropes fairly quickly, and blocked his gold fang with the tip of his tongue as he helped the fireborn slide into his mouth, only closing it when he felt all four limbs on his tongue. He was very gentle with his movements, not because of nervousness but out of consideration for his aching partner, and for that Sapnap was grateful. He let himself relax into the warmth that surrounded him, feeling his body untense the longer he was gently pressed at by the other’s tongue. Eventually, he began sliding back, and his eyes involuntarily slid shut, exhaustion claiming his body before the slick muscles of his throat did.

Even sliding down the other’s throat felt gentle, in its own way. The warmth only increased the further he went, and the rhythmic pressing and tugging of the muscles against his body simply felt like a massage. By the time he slid into the other’s crop, he was already drifting off, and only woke up enough to settle in a more comfortable spot and wish his lover a good night. A light weight pressed against where he was, and he knew the avian had to have been rubbing at his form from the outside. He let his mind drift, focusing only on the other’s heartbeat and breathing growing slower as his own did the same.

Karl snuck into the room, quickly but quietly changing into his pajamas and turning the light off before slipping into bed beside his fiancé. Gently, he moved the other’s hand from his chest, replacing it with his own as he moved to curl up against the other’s body. He smiled at the soft kiss pressed to his forehead by his sleepy partner, snuggling up closer to him and whispering a good night before letting himself start to drift off as well.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #safe vore #soft vore #mcyt gt #g/t vore #shrunken manhunt #literally just fluff #like spun sugar fluff #I’ve never really written fluff before but I smiled almost the entire time writing it

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atths--twice · 1 year

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Chapter Fourteen

Feeling better than he has in a while, Fox is set to relax for the weekend. But, will other plans surface? 😊

Saturday morning, Fox woke up with a smile. He felt light, like a burden had been lifted off of his chest.

Since Samantha had been visiting, he had felt the weight there. As though he had been deceitful to Dana for not sharing his past when she had been so forthcoming with her own. He knew that he should not feel that way, but that did not stop it from happening.

Rising and feeling energized, he made some coffee and toast. Sitting down at his desk, he opened his laptop and began to write, words and ideas begging to be captured in a document.

Not until his stomach growled, did he realize he had been at it for hours. He had been lost in a story, a new idea erasing the book he had been working on entirely. He felt it in his soul that this was the story he needed to write, the characters practically shouting their hellos to him and to each other.

He laughed as he stood up and stretched. Walking into the kitchen, he took out the containers of leftovers, smiling as he thought of Dana being the one who had put them there. Feeling his pockets, he realized his phone was in his room. Cutting a piece of lasagna and placing it into the microwave to reheat, he went to his room to retrieve his phone.

Three messages were waiting when he pressed the home button and he smiled seeing that two of them were from Dana. Unlocking his phone, he opened the message app and read them.

Thank you again for last night. We’ve been talking about it all morning. Ivy had so much fun. She asked me to ask you to please say hello to Oink for her. 😊

Oh also, she left her bracelets there. Could you please bring them to the diner on Monday? She says she doesn’t need them until then because she got another present this morning and will get one tomorrow. Today was rainbow ribbons and tomorrow will be a paint by number set. Shhh…

He grinned as he went to read the other message from Samantha.

Hey, big brother. How was the lasagna? Didn’t eat it alone, did you? I sure hope not. 😉 Anyway, here are the Christmas lists for the boys you had asked for the other day. I swear, I need to just make one list as they want nearly the exact same things, but… They are really into Legos and the book series on the lists. Or anything else that strikes your fancy. 😊

Sammy Bammy, he typed back. Lasagna was superb, as usual. No, I did not eat it alone, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know. Dana and Ivy came over to join me. We talked after Ivy fell asleep on the couch, about Mom and Dad. It felt cleansing to talk about it with her. She’s… well…

He stared at his words, debating whether to keep the last two. Pressing send before he could dwell too long, he let out a breath. It was not as though Samantha did not already know, but it felt different seeing it in a message.

She’s a fan of yours, he continued, writing another message. Loves your product, has for years. So, I’m gonna need another box, because mine seems to have disappeared from the apartment.

He smiled as he pressed send again and almost immediately saw she was typing back, the three dots bouncing as she wrote her response. Whatever he had been expecting, it was not what came through.

A massive amount of smiley faces with heart eyes and ones with hearts around them, along with red and pink hearts filled the reply bubble, growing large before slamming and settling as a regular message. He laughed loudly as he hit replay, watching the message shake and then settle.

The dots again appeared and he waited.

Fox, that makes me so happy to hear. Or read. 😊 I really liked her, as I said, and I can see she’s been good for you. ❤️

I’ll send a box to you asap. I’ll add some new things I hadn’t included for you, specifically for Dana and Ivy. I’m so glad she likes them. Please tell her thank you. And for more than just liking the product. ❤️💕

He grinned as he sent a quick thank you back to her and assurance that he would look at the Christmas lists. She sent back two hearts and said goodbye.

The microwave beeped, reminding him that his lasagna was waiting. Walking back to the kitchen, he checked it and added another minute to the time.

Looking at the sink, he grinned and reached for Oink and then Ivy’s bracelets that had been left behind. Placing them gently around Oinks neck, he snapped a quick picture and opened his messages again.

Hey there, he typed in reply to Dana’s message. Oink says hello and to tell you she will keep the bracelets safe until Monday. She loves the way they look on her and while she knows that Ivy must miss them, she is happy to borrow them for a couple of days. Have a good weekend.

He added the picture of Oink and pressed send, smiling at the sight of the pig sponge wearing so many colorful bracelets. Laughing, he set the phone on the counter and took out the lasagna from the microwave that was sounding a reminder once again.

Sitting down at his desk to eat and continue writing, his phone beeped as he stood up to get a glass of water.

An audio message from Dana made him smile as he pressed play and Ivy’s voice came through the speakers.

“Oink looks so beautiful with the bracelets. Now she’s a rainbow pig. I think she likes them. She’s smiling. See, Mommy? She’s happy.”

“Yes, love, she is happy. Tell Fox and Oink thank you.”

“Oh yeah. Thank you, Fox and Oink. Mommy will bring them to me on Monday and you can wear them until then.”

She snorted loudly and Dana laughed before the message cut off. Fox laughed heartily, shaking his head and listening to it again before walking back to his desk as he double tapped their message and added a heart to it.

Sitting down, he became lost in the story he was writing, chuckling sporadically at the memory of Ivy’s loud snort and Dana’s surprised laughter.

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Sunday, after staying up late lost in his writing, Fox slept in later than usual. Upon waking up, he decided to do something he had not done in awhile and go for a run.

There were many people out already seizing the day to get things done. Shopping for Christmas gifts, meeting up for a mid-morning breakfast, talking and laughing as he ran past.

He stopped for a breather near the water, pacing back and forth as he stood with his hands on his hips looking down at it. A man on a decorated bike rode by him, Christmas music playing from a speaker in a basket. He smiled at Fox as he continued on, the Santa hat with elf ears he wore, causing Fox to chuckle.

Heading back home, he stopped and bought a coffee and a piece of crumbly coffee cake. Walking the last couple of blocks as he ate, and drank, he was lost in thought over the the character’s in his book, their conversations nearly as real as the ones going on around him.

“Fox!”

He raised his head and looked around, finding Dana and Ivy outside his building. Ivy waved excitedly and Dana smiled, as she held onto the handle of a teal blue collapsible wagon.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to them with a grin, throwing out the bag from his coffee cake. “Did I miss something? Did you call me?” He took his phone from his pocket and saw that he had not missed any calls. He looked back at Dana and she shook her head.

“No!” Ivy shouted with a smile. “We’re surprising you! Was it a good surprise?” She hopped up and down and he laughed with a nod.

“It was a great surprise,” he said, glancing down inside the wagon and frowning when he saw its contents. “What’s all this?”

“Well,” Dana said, clearing her throat and appearing slightly nervous. “Ivy and I were talking last night as we sat on the couch looking at our Christmas lights and we both realized something, or rather Ivy did.”

“Oh? What’s that?” he asked, looking at Ivy and then down into the wagon again.

“You don’t have any Christmas stuff in your house, Fox,” Ivy said and he turned his head toward her. “We have lots at our house, but you don’t have anything. Not any Santas or even one snowman.” She shook her head slowly, her face serious and he raised his eyebrows as he bit back a smile.

“Oh, I see.”

“You don’t even have a Christmas tree.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

“I told Ivy,” Dana said, letting out a breath. “I said that maybe you haven't had a chance yet. Or maybe, because you only moved here recently, you haven’t unpacked yours yet.” She stared at him and smiled softly. “Or maybe… you don’t want to put things out?”

He drew in a deep breath and understood what she was not saying. The concern she had for his feelings surrounding the holidays, the worry in her eyes, made him want to hug her.

Instead, he smiled and nodded, looking back at the wagon full of many large paper bags, a couple of decorative boxes, and a box containing an artificial tree.

“I actually don’t have any Christmas decorations. My sister is the one to have the decorations up at her house. I usually visit her on Christmas and so that’s all I really need. But you know, my place could do with some things. Hmm…” He touched a bag and peered inside, seeing snowmen and a smiling angel. He smiled and looked at Ivy. “These are from your house?”

“Yes. I choosed some that we had set out in our apartment and some from the box we keep in the storage room,” she said, looking in one of the bags. “There’s a penguin that's my very favorite. I thought that Oink might like to meet her.”

He laughed, his eyes flicking to Dana. She was smiling as she looked at Ivy, her eyes shining.

“Well, I’m sure Oink will be delighted to have a new friend. Thank you for thinking of me, Ivy. That was very considerate.”

“Does that word mean that I did something nice?” she asked, looking up at him and tilting her head to the side.

“Yes,” he said, his smile growing. “That’s exactly what it means.” She smiled and clapped as he touched the puffball on top of her pink polka dotted beanie. “Let’s take this wagon full of stuff inside and get to decorating.”

“Yay!” Ivy shouted and threw her arms in the air.

He laughed and looked at Dana again, finding her eyes on him this time, a questioning expression on her face. He nodded and she let out a deep breath as she smiled slightly.

Using his key fob, he opened the door, letting them walk inside first, Ivy chatting excitedly about the rest of the items they had brought over. Falling in step beside Dana, he placed a hand on her lower back and bent his head close to hers.

“Thank you,” he whispered, saying nothing further, knowing she would understand.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered back. He nodded and moved his hand to hold the elevator door open and allow Dana to enter with the wagon.

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“I think it should go here,” Ivy said, climbing up on a stool and setting a ceramic Christmas tree on the counter. “I think that’s nice.”

“Yeah, I like it,” Fox agreed and she grinned at him.

Everything, save for the artificial tree, had been taken out of the wagon and unboxed and unbagged. They had been set on the dining room table and Fox had told Ivy to put the items anywhere she wanted. She had looked at him in disbelief and he had nodded with a smile.

“You get to pick. Wherever you want to put them out,” he had assured her.

She had walked around the table and the apartment, taking her time to make the decisions. Rearranging things at times, she had begun to place items, her eyes finding his and seeking approval. He had nodded encouragingly and she had grinned, nodding as she looked at the decoration.

“Do you want this one by your bed?” Ivy now asked, picking up a smiling ceramic snowman that was holding a red bird on his stick finger. “He’s so happy.”

“Ivy, no,” Dana said, starting to take the tree from the box. “Not the bedroom. It’s fine to have decorations there at our house, but we’ve discussed the bedrooms of other adults.” She looked at Ivy and she nodded seriously.

“I know, Mommy. That’s why I was asking.” Ivy nodded again and Fox smiled, wanting to smooth things over.

“Hey, how about the bathroom instead? Maybe the shelf? Or ohhh, how about in the shower? No one would ever expect to see that when they got in to take a shower. That might make them laugh.”

“Oh! That’s a great idea!” Ivy said, turning to run to the bathroom and they heard her opening the shower door and giggling.

“I told her she shouldn’t go into the bedrooms of adults,” Dana explained softly and he nodded. “For many different reasons.”

“As you should,” Fox agreed, coming to help her with the tree.

“My parents, though they always allowed us into their room, didn’t like us letting friends inside. I want her to have that same respect and not go into rooms she shouldn’t.”

“Completely understandable,” Fox said, nodding his head. “My parents had an open/shut door policy. If it was open, everything was kosher, but if it was shut, you had to knock and be allowed entry. And absolutely no friends were allowed inside at any time.”

“I had friends who let me into their parents' room without any concern, but it always made me feel anxious, like I was doing something wrong. As if I would get caught and be in trouble.” She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I understand how you feel. I think it’s good that she knows. For all the reasons.” He looked at her and she nodded in understanding.

“The snowman looks good in the shower,” Ivy said, bouncing back into the room with a giggle.

“Fantastic,” Fox said, clapping his hands together. “Now, Miss Ivy… we have the tree out and ready to be assembled, but where do you think we should put it?”

“Right by the window,” she said quickly, running over to stand by the window, as though she had already been thinking about it. “That way when people look at it from other buildings, they will see it shining brightly.” She tipped her back and smiled, her arms outstretched.

“Well, then that’s settled,” he said, bringing over the pieces of the tree and setting them down.

“Wait a second,” he said, snapping his fingers. “What have I been thinking? We need some Christmas music!” He smiled at Ivy and turned on the television, setting it to a Christmas music station and clapping his hands together. “Okay, let’s put this tree together. You keep setting out the decorations, Miss Ivy. Surprise us with your choices.”

“Okay!” she said excitedly and he laughed.

“The tree can be a little tricky,” Dana said, coming to stand beside him. “It’s kind of temperamental sometimes. I pinched myself with it once and had a blood blister for a few days.”

“And you’ve decided to loan it to me? How very kind of you,” he teased, picking up the stand, putting it together, and adding the bottom piece.

“Stubborn things and I go well together. I find the challenge satisfying,” she said, handing him the next piece with a smile and he chuckled.

“I’ll be careful with the remaining pieces. Thanks for the warning.” She laughed and he looked at her with a smile. “Thank you for all of this, Dana. I wasn’t planning on doing anything. Not because of anything other than I just…” He shrugged and let out a breath. “It’s just me here and… well…” He shrugged again and she nodded in understanding.

“I know. I doubt I’d have it all out if it was just me. Well, maybe just a few things, as it’s my favorite holiday, but also…” She shrugged and smiled again. “It’s fun with kids around. Allows you to have a large collection of snowmen without people questioning or judging you.”

He laughed as he nodded and added the next piece of the tree. The top was handed to him and he smiled at her as he caught sight of Ivy waving a finger back and forth between two Santas. Landing on one, she grinned, picked it up, and walked into the kitchen. He smiled again and shook his head as he carefully added the last piece to the tree.

Finished with it, he went to plug it in and found the cord would not reach the outlet without moving the tree or requiring the use of an extension cord.

“Hmm,” he said, moving the tree and plugging it in, but not liking the placement of it. “I don’t think I have an extension cord. I’ll have to get one later.”

“Or it could stay there,” Dana said as they looked at it, and he shook his head.

“Nah, it needs to be in the window. I like it there too. I’ll get one la…” He broke off as he looked out onto the balcony and then to the dining room table. “There aren’t any lights in the stuff you brought, right?”

“No. Why?”

“Hmm… I think I may need to make a list. Now that I have all this up,” he said, waving a hand around. “I feel like I need to add more. Lights on the balcony, maybe some framing the window in here…” He raised his eyebrows and she laughed.

“I fear we’ve created a monster.”

“Do you want to come with me to find some more decorations?” he asked, feeling suddenly nervous. She smiled slowly and nodded her head.

“I think we can do that,” she said softly and he let out a deep breath as he nodded.

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Two hours later, they came back. Laughing as they took off shoes and coats, they once again unloaded the wagon and set things onto the table.

Boxes of colorful lights were brought onto the balcony and set onto the coffee table. Fox took them out and he and Ivy carefully wrapped them through the slats and around the top of the railings. When he plugged them in, she sighed happily and nodded her head.

They placed them around the window in and outside of the apartment, using little nails to hold the strands in place. He only hit his thumb once, but it was hard enough to bring tears to his eyes as he bit back the litany of curse words that wanted to escape. Dana rubbed his back, her lips pursed tightly together and mirth in her eyes, but she did not laugh.

When everything was done and all the trash was thrown away, they sat on the couch while the winter sun went down. The room was full of the glow of Christmas lights as they ate bowls of the unicorn cotton candy ice cream. It was as sweet as he remembered, but he ate it all the same, smiling as he looked around the apartment.

“It looks really great in here,” he said. “Thank you both for awakening the Christmas spirit in me.”

“You’re welcome,” Ivy said, smacking her lips and wiping her mouth on the napkin beside her.

“How does it feel in here, Ivy?” he asked, smiling down at her.

She looked at the multicolored lights on the windows, the white ones on the artificial tree, and the yellowish lights coming from the small rotating village that sat on his desk. Her gaze traveled to the many figurines they could see, and finally landed on the Santa throw pillow on the couch. His cheeks were pink and he was grinning with a twinkle in his eyes.

She let out a deep breath and laid her head against Fox’s arm, her ice cream forgotten for the moment.

“It feels… revder… rev… reverent,” she said softly and he grinned as he exhaled a breath through his nose.

“It does indeed,” he agreed, just as softly, his eyes on his bowl of ice cream before he looked around again, enjoying the quiet of the moment.

All too soon, reality came calling, however. Dana and Ivy had to get home as Ivy had school in the morning.

Bundling up, they all headed out, Ivy riding in the wagon as Fox pulled it. They played a game along the way, finding Christmas items that started with letters of the alphabet, laughing when they argued over who got them first.

He fumbled with folding the wagon in the lobby of their building and Dana had to take over, teasing him over the ease of it. She took it down to the basement to put it away while he walked Ivy upstairs.

Ivy hopped from one foot to the other as they waited at the front door, talking about school the next day.

“Mondays are fun days. We get to bring things to share and we have extra reading time after lunch.”

“That sounds fun,” he said and she stopped hopping to look up at him.

“That’s why it’s Monday Fun Day.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “I see.”

“Yeah,” she said, resuming her hopping.

Dana arrived and he said goodnight to them, not wanting to keep them from their nightly tasks. Ivy hugged him tightly and then smiled as she ran inside, calling out her goodbyes.

“Thank you again,” he said to Dana as she watched Ivy. Turning back to him, she smiled with a nod.

“You’re welcome, again.”

“You two have a nice rest of your night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled and she stepped forward to hug him, letting out a breath as he held her close.

“Tomorrow,” she echoed, her voice muffled by his coat. He smiled and nodded, stepping back and letting her go.

“Goodnight,” he said softly and she sighed as she nodded back.

“Goodnight.”

“Mommy, can I take a bubble bath?” Ivy called and he laughed quietly as Dana sighed.

“Bye.”

“Goodbye,” she said, stepping into the apartment and smiling as she reached for the door. “Yes, you can have a bath.” She waved and he nodded, waiting for the door to close before he headed down the stairs.

His steps were heavy as he walked home, following the same path they had taken. He saw the Christmas items from their alphabet game and he sighed, feeling overwhelmingly alone and lonely.

The warmly lit apartment was cozy and welcoming, but too quiet with just him moving about. He spent some time looking again at the decorations Dana and Ivy had brought over, smiling at the places Ivy had chosen to display them.

In the kitchen, he found the penguin that Ivy had told him she liked best sitting beside Oink. It was an adorable penguin with pink cheeks, wearing a Santa hat, and holding a small lantern in its flippers. Half of Ivy’s rainbow bracelets were now around the penguin’s neck, the other half still around Oink’s neck.

He smiled at the sight of them, before sighing deeply and shaking his head, the silence in his apartment now enveloping him and seeming far too loud.

#the x files #xf fanfic #msr #developing friendship #feeling lighter #sharing the past #happy together #spending time together #christmas lights #christmas tree #sharing the holiday magic #fun and happiness

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electricbluebutterflies · 11 months

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Joel/Tess + “an abrupt, heated kiss during the middle of a fight”

Something like mid-era, PG-ish (there's Language but nothing more), also on ao3.

Fuck.

Tess is not mad. Tess blew past that emotion maybe two hours ago, and now she has a cut on her fucking hip that’ll probably scar and she’s lucky that’s where that asshole knifed her and she’s lucky that’s as far as their weapons supply went and-

By the time she gets home, she’s pretty sure she’s never doing favors for her partner ever again.

She knows the ground rules of their relationship – she gets to do most of the local stuff alone because her pre-apocalypse life choices did not give her a lot of useful skills for the current state of the world, and she’s just as capable of handling their black-market activities, and for god’s sake she grew up in Philly in a family of hockey fans, the half-feral gangster wannabes of Boston do not scare her. And in fairness, she usually enjoys all of it. Makes sure she pulls her weight, handles most of their connections because she at least had once worked retail long enough to be able to play nice with just about anything on legs for a couple minutes at a time, and-

Normally this works out great. Today is not fucking normal.

Today is she got knifed, and the little jackass half her age who thought that was a great idea got knifed in return – never escalate weapons level, Tess has learned, especially in situations that remind her how close she is to forty – and everyone will be okay in a day or two but by the time she makes it back to the apartment she’s not sure how okay she is now, and she’s absolutely going to-

Unfortunately for him, Joel is home and at least looks like he’s had a better day. Fair game.

“What the hell-“

Tess laughs, full-body overwhelmed visceral. “Don’t start. Don’t fuckin’ start.”

“You come home late, I’m gonna-“

She lifts her shirt for the visual, the wound just above the waistband of her pants – unpleasant but it’ll heal, with a little care it’ll at least be a subtle scar – and glares at her partner with a frustration she can only justify with how many years they’ve put up with each other’s bullshit. He’s just as bad, different flavor but the same passively suicidal tendencies, but difference is he’s bigger and the people they deal with tend to take that a little more seriously and-

“Don’t send me into the fuckin’ depths and then get worried when something goes wrong,” she hisses. She’s not blaming him, let her make that absolutely clear, but she needs to yell at somebody and he’s here and convenient and peripherally involved and-

“Other person look worse?”

“Does it matter? I am bleeding and you are-“

“Wondering whether we have to lay low a while is a legitimate-“

“You can’t even stay focused on me for two damn minutes, you can’t-“

He clears the distance between them and gets his hands on her face and his mouth on hers and it’s… more intense than usual, she realizes that in the haze of it all, they both run more aggressive when one of them has recently gotten hurt but this is bitey and full-on and-

“That look like not focused to you?”

What it looks like, Tess is half tempted to say, is the exact placement of her recent wound is going to make the usual conclusion of these days hard to a point of unthinkable. They’re volatile lovers and she’s pretty sure she could still wind him up enough to do her, but injuries get respected and the goddamned cut is right where he’d put a hand if he were fucking her… basically anywhere, neither wall nor couch nor bed is safe, she is so annoyed, she is so-

“You can screw me tomorrow,” she suggests, delay not deny. “When I’m not…”

“Shit. Yeah.” He kisses her again, a little softer, one of those kisses that makes her wonder about the future of them. “Just… can’t lose you. Don’t wanna think about it.”

Love you too, she’d say if she were a little braver. She never will; she’s accepted those words just don’t sound right in her voice, just as they wouldn’t in his. But she can hear them in the silence, as her lover walks away for a few moments and comes back to her with a rag dipped in moonshine that stings like hell on her exposed skin. They’re not like that, but they don’t need to be either.

“You take such good care of me,” she murmurs, leaning into the touch anyways.

Love you too, his gentleness says. She’ll take it.

#ebf writes fic #joel x tess #queue

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