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TSSM Otto Octavius
Being a bottom in bed? (Post accident and after the accident)
THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BECAUSE OH MY GOD THIS SWEET BOI BEING A BOTTOM LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE EVERY SINGLE DAY! I THINK OF THIS LIKE 24/7! BUCKLE UP KIDDIES CAUSE HERE WE GO
TSSM Otto Octavius X Reader
Otto Being A Bottom
Summary: SMUT
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Before Accident
This is where MOST of the fun happens
He is SUPER shy
He hates asking if you both can do any sexual activities cause it seems weird and demanding
When it's his first time he is super nervous so you help him out a lot even if you have or don't have expereince, this sweet boy is to shy to touch you without you guiding his hands onto you
He is very noisy, and LOUD
Otto can never hold back on his sounds because it feels so good to him he shuts off his brain
He absolutly loses his mind everytime you both have sex, it always feels better and better
He does get used to asking though in the most nicest and sometimes most awkward way and will turn so bright red
"l-love?" "hm?" "i...can we...m-maybe later...if you want...ugh...", "....Otto Octavius are you asking if i wanna have sex?" *nods shamefully*
PRAISE HIM
Praise this sweet little man and his heart and dick will explode, tell him you love him and how great he is doing
If you tell Otto he is making you feel good he ends up feeling great about himself because he always wants to please you and so scared of making you feel uncomfortable
Totally scared he isn't good enough in bed
So just fuck that thought out of him
"oh fuck Otto you feel so good darling", "Ah! love please!" "i can never get enough of you darling, i love you so much", "AH Y/N!"
Cums pretty fast in bed, and during oral
He really tries his hardest to last long but it just feels so good he can't stop, so you usually start fucking him once your pretty close if not once you feel like your gonna be close
Squirms a LOT, wheter your fucking him or sucking him off Otto always squirms and shakes
BEGS
He loves begging for you, to him its a way to show how much he absolutly loves you that he needs you so badly
"Oh my darling, please? i-mh, i w-wanna cum my love please"
On days that he is stressed or tried is when he REALLY begs
"Oh fuck darling please! i need you love, i need you! ah! y/n please i need to cum inside-oh shit-darling please i'll do anything i just n-need you to fuck me so bad darling"
He gets over stimulated a lot which always makes things fun and you love to see him laugh and squirm
LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN RECIVING ORAL
This sweet little man can't handle reciving oral, he alwyas has to be sitting or laying down because when he stands while reciving oral his legs give out, you've both learned the hard way
SCREAMS AND WHINES AT ORAL
He also makes cute little faces when he recives oral, he tries to cover his face a lot but you don't let him
Likes toys a LOT, use them on him in public and it's so fun
SIT ON HIS FACE, HIS FACE IS YOUR THROWN AND HE LOVES IT
Also loves being called a good boy, he likes knowing that he is doing well
"Otto your doing so well, what a good boy Otto" "mhhh thank you", "who's my good boy", "ah, i'm yo-your good boy"
He loves giving oral so much he loves being on his knees for you, just say the word and he drops down fast
PEG HIM PLEASE
It takes a while before he warms up to the idea but oh boy does he love it
"y-y/n please...", "please what darling? use your words", "h-harder"
After Accident
Please after a hard day take care of him it's all he really wants
PRAISE HIM, he very much gets off on praise alone because he loves knowing he is the best
Only begs when desperate, he really tries to hide it and keep it in but sometimes he can't
"don't stop", "what did you say darling i couldn't hear?" *turns face away* "please don't stop y/n....it...it feels so good"
Makes less noise unless VERY horny
He is not scared to ask for sex anymore he WILL straight up ask
"y/n please my love, i need you to fuck me, i want you to make me feel so good" of course you can't refuse
He dirty talks now because he want's you to know that he loves what your doing and craves more
"Oh fuck love that feels so good, i love it when you-ah-fuck me like this, oh darling keep going, mh, don't stop. Do you like fucking me like this darling? ohh, i bet you love this darling don't you"
Is bratty because of course he has his little remarks
Your able to fuck/suck the bratty out of him though
Tease him he likes it a lot
"Otto, darling your getting very worked up over this aren't you?" "I...im not", "then what happens if i do this?" "AH!"
He still loves being called a good boy but now gets shy over it
"Were you a good boy today Otto?" "....yes"
He LOVES fucking in his little secret lab it feels so good and he feels his stress melt away
Play with his aculators and he whines from feeling all your light touches
He loves feeling your hands all over him due to feeling self conscious about how his body changed
Otto will stop working and go and find you if he's too horny and beg you to fuck him
"Oh love please? I can't take it anymore"
Continues to love being pegged....never stop pegging him
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saijspellhart · 3 years
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Little oneshot about Atem meeting Sphinx Yugi
Part of my Sphinx AU. Please enjoy.
Atem clutched his cloak around him, trying to settle back against the date palms again, only to sit up with a start at the rustle of leaves. The once vibrant and friendly oasis he’d happened upon in the day, had turned into an absolute nightmare as soon as the sun set.
He hadn’t managed to get a fire going, he couldn’t find anything to eat, and although the water in the massive pond looked clean and tasted good, he was convinced he’d be sick by morning.
The night was so dark, even with all the stars, he could barely make out his surroundings in the dense thickets of trees and brush surrounding the pond. He could swear something was out there. Could feel it staring at him, hunting him.
He snapped his head to the left at the sound of disturbed undergrowth, and swore he caught a glimpse of yellow eyes. Like the glowing pupils of some large animal. They disappeared almost immediately.
It wasn’t the first time he’d seen them. Could be a fox, or a crocodile, perhaps a leopard, or even a hyena. Although he really doubted it was a hyena. Too quiet for that noisy pack animal. Never the less, he was convinced he was being stalked by some silent predator.
Hours were passing, and he continued his restless watch.
The night wore on leaving him more and more exhausted, and the chill set in harder. He felt cold in his bones without a fire or proper insulation from the frigid desert night.
He would die of exposure before he was ever rescued by his priests.
Atem saw the flash of yellow eyes again in his peripheral and scowled at them sleepily.
Or I’ll simply get eaten alive. What an end for a mighty Pharaoh. He should have simply died earlier in the day during the skirmish with the brigands. At least then it would have been in the service of his people, and not alone, lost in the desert, and at the jaws of local wildlife.
Another hour passed, and he couldn’t hold his head up anymore to stay alert. He was so cold.
So tired.
His eyelids drooped. And each blink was a little longer, his mind a little hazier.
He searched for the eyes in the dark, but saw nothing. He heard nothing. He couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer and he drifted out of consciousness.
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Atem’s world was a lot brighter when his brain clicked back into consciousness the next morning.
And warmer.
So much warmer. He’d been so cold the night before and now he was wrapped in a blanket of warmth and fluffy comfort.
It felt like his head was pillowed against a cloud. A slightly dusty, musky scented cloud with an edge of sweetness, almost like grass. It was pleasant.
In fact everything was pleasant. Even the comforting weight settled over him. Atem didn’t want to move. Didn’t even want to wake up. Instead, he inhaled the pleasant scent again and tried to drift back to sleep.
His hand reached up to sink fingers into soft fur and snuggled deeper into his pillow.
Which gasped, and shifted beneath him.
Atem’s eyes shot open, getting an eyeful of white and tawny red-gold fur. Something like a tail swished just over the swell of golden fur he’d taken a handful of. He was up in an instant, flailing against feathers, and violently slapping a large wing off of himself as he stumbled to get away.
“Ouch!” a stranger’s voice yelped.
He ended up crawling backwards through sand and grasses. Drawing his knife—his khopesh having gotten lost when his horse threw him in the strange and sudden sand storm—he pointed the blade, putting as much distance as he could between himself and the strange creature he’d been cuddled up to only moments before.
“What in Ra’s name are you?” Atem demanded.
The creature blinked large and bewitching purple eyes at him. “What does it look like?” It asked, sounding almost offended. It shook out one of its large black-tipped white feathered wings, as if shaking off pain, before gingerly folding the appendage against its back. “In fact I’m one of the god’s creatures. I’m a sphinx,” it announced rising up on its very feline paws.
This gave Atem a very good look at the creature, and yes. Yes, it was a sphinx. He quickly lowered the knife so as not to disrespect it.
It was not the type of sphinx he was most accustomed to seeing depicted in scrolls and in reliefs. That being a creature with a lion’s body and the head of a human. No, this creature had the head and torso of a human, its arms changing into a feline’s paws starting at the elbow, and its torso becoming a feline’s lower half starting at the stomach.
The stomach that Atem’s head has been pillowed against, he noted. That’s what had been so soft like a cloud. He swallowed thickly.
“It’s been awhile since a human has wandered into my oasis,” the sphinx said conversationally. It took a few steps towards Atem. “What’s your name?”
He wasn’t about to give a magical creature such as this his name. Magical creatures could do dangerous things with your name. “Atem…” the name tumbled off his tongue unbidden. Fuck. He suspected some magic must be at play, but Ra would have to smite him before he would tell this creature he was a Pharaoh. Absolutely no good would come of this creature having that knowledge.
“Atem~” the sphinx tested the name on its tongue, and smiled brightly at him. “Hi Atem! My name is Yugi,” as it introduced itself it made a tight circle giving Atem a look at its entire body from nose to the end of its stumpy tail.
It was just like a cat to give someone an eyeful of its ass. If the lack of breasts hadn’t clued him in, Atem could safely conclude that the very effeminate looking creature was indeed a male.
When Yugi turned to face him again he couldn’t quite meet the Sphinx’s eye anymore and sort of looked off to the side instead.
It was actually startling how much the Sphinx’s hair resembled Atem’s. Should he be flattered? Or maybe the sphinx was flattered. It was probably far older than him. Their hair was strikingly similar, both having flowing blonde bangs and unruly black spikes tinged with color at the tips. Although Atem’s hair ended in red, while Yugi’s seemed to be a gradient of purples and reds. That was where the similarities between them seemed to end though. Yugi had large eyes and a small nose, with a slight build and fair skin. Where as Atem had a large nose, thick brows over slanted eyes, with the build of a fighter and brown skin.
“I’m sorry for scaring you when you woke up,” Yugi dipped his head and looked genuinely apologetic.
“What was…that anyway?” Atem jerked his head at the Sphinx and reached a hand down to pluck at some grass, tearing the blades between his fingers.
“I was keeping you warm,” Yugi explained. Almost comically large cat ears flicked on either side of his head, disturbing locks of hair as they did. Atem could make out black tufts of fur on the ends of the ears that reminded him very much of a caracal. Yugi kept his distance but sat back on his haunches. His wings adjusted on his back, fluttering a bit before folding back into place. “You were so cold, shivering in your sleep, and well… the elements don’t bother me.” he shrugged. “So I curled up beside you, and covered you with my wing.”
Atem narrowed his eyes at the creature. Were sphinxes usually so kind? He couldn’t recall many stories about sphinxes but the stories he did recall they were always dangerous and tricksy. “I suppose I owe you a debt now, don’t I?” He growled out, tossing his handful of shredded grass on the sand before him.
Yugi blinked at him. “No? Oh well maybe…” he tilted his head and it looked like the wheels had begun to turn in his mind. “Why?” he asked slowly.
“Because you probably saved my life. Kept me from succumbing to exposure or something.” Atem explained impatiently. He didn’t want to be in debt to a magical creature, but he was also a Pharaoh and it could spell disaster to leave debts unpaid. Should the sphinx ever find out he was a pharaoh and decide to collect on the debt it might ask for something outrageous. Like a child, or a golden statue in its likeness, or perhaps to stay in his palace to live like a king. “Creatures like you always want payment for a life saved.”
Yugi seemed to consider this, all the while studying Atem curiously. “I suppose that’s true,” he purred. “How about we play a game? Win, and consider the debt repaid. Your life will be your own. But should you lose, then your life is mine.” This time when the little Sphinx grinned at him it was far more predatory. If he wasn’t so adorable Atem might have felt more intimidated.
A game? A smug sense of triumph curled in Atem’s stomach. A game wasn’t so bad. He was excellent at games. “What kind of game?” Atem hedged warily. Skills aside, making a deal with any magical creature was extremely dangerous, but especially with a sphinx.
Yugi laid down on the ground and crossed his front paws. “Oh, nothing complicated. Just a simple game of riddles~”
Atem adjusted until he was sitting cross-legged facing the Sphinx. He placed his hands on his knees and did his best to school his expression with confidence. “Alright then. I’ll play your game.”
“Great!” Yugi chirped happily, and his cat butt wiggled with excitement. “I will start.”
Atem bit his cheek and silently reminded himself that this cuteness was probably a facade. He would focus…and he would win.
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boop-le-snoot · 3 years
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Doll Parts | tony stark x reader
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i love him so much it just turns to hate // he only loves those things because he loves to see them break // and someday you will ache like i ache // Hole - Doll Parts
all hurt comfort. angst. no happy ending. big sad. tony could have been like this, you know. he was like this to pepper at some point. i don't know why i am like this today. rated M for themes of (implied) addiction & cheating and non-explicit mentions of intimacy. word count: 3,3k
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It wasn't as if she was blind or dumb. She saw the way he treated everyone around him; whenever a single person got too close he'd push them away, consciously or not. The man loved pushing everybody's buttons as if he was playing Galaga for a living; rapidly, mercilessly, with intent. Tony Stark was not a man to whom a person would give their heart willingly.
It was her own fault she went and gave hers away, to him, of all people. And sometimes, it did feel like he loved her, in his own way. Tony would shower her with gifts and affection, cling to her whenever he wasn't away on SI business, and God, the sex was out of this world. Sometimes, she felt as if she would suddenly burst into a blinding flash of light, scalding and deafening, that would sprout from the invisible wounds his fingers left on her skin. Like fine china, she cracked little by little under his steady, tender hands.
The first time he'd ended their short, by average standards, but long - by his, relationship, it didn't come as a surprise. She had never held illusions on ensnaring the world's most notorious playboy. Younger and less jaded, she amicably agreed to get her things that very same day, blocked his number and left for an overdue vacation in the tropics. Being able to browse the gossip sites speculating on their lack of public appearances whilst sipping a Strawberry Daiquiri was a much better alternative to spending her nights holed up in rainy Manhattan, having to answer numerous "I told you so" calls from friends and relatives.
Maybe, three daiquiris should've been enough. But she'd quit smoking because he said the smell bothered him and she- well, she could do anything she wanted now. Being alone and not dating a very public figure definitely had way more perks than she previously had taken for granted in her much less exposed life. That's how the heartache began to recede: it was hard to mope when fun was calling for you by your name.
Some of Tony's character traits had migrated onto her. Which wasn't bad per se, she had been told she could use to loosen up. Her friends rejoiced in the newfound adventurousness, never missing an opportunity to go out, throw a party, go on a clubbing spree. She was game and she was enjoying it. Dolled up and eyes sparkling, the newfound confidence radiated off her like a beacon, attracting just about every single like-minded person in a five mile radius.
Tony's champagne he had sent to their table meant nothing. Her friends laughed and giggled and asked her all about the juicy details about the billionaire; as much as she searched the rowdy crowd for a familiar pair of baby doe browns, they weren't anywhere within sight. So she went back to talking and smiled as bright as the strobe lights, throwing down a whiskey shot to water the burning ache in her chest.
She found him on the dancefloor. Seconds after she stepped her foot into the mass of grinding bodies Tony was there, an equally happy and intoxicated smile on his face and arms wide open, as if they hadn't parted ways at all. She wanted to be angry with him, she really did, she wanted to snide his frivolity and the possessive way that he had the audacity to treat her.
His eyes, they were her untold weakness. She hadn't seen him so happy in months. Just once, she agreed, she'd let it slide. And so they danced, bodies accustomed to each other in the way that seemed to be impossible for her to achieve with anyone since the day that she left Tony Stark.
A splitting headache and a cold, empty bed greeted her the next morning. Thankfully, her clothes were laying haphazardly on the floor of the bedroom - the bed that was not his own but, rather, as she assumed, one of the many guest rooms in his tower.
Not the one to usually harbour shame of her very human needs, she felt like a cheap whore when she got dressed and grabbed her purse, making a beeline for the door to the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, she was greeted with a woman in a professional suit - tall, strawberry blonde and as cold as the Arctic, beautiful in the Vogue-magazine, unattainable way.
"Good morning," The woman spoke in a pleasant tone.
She wanted to retch from the false cheerfulness. "Good morning, ma'am. I was just leaving," Refusing to bow to her own shame, she flashed an equally cheerful grin towards the blonde.
"I'm Mr. Stark's personal assistant, my name is Pepper Potts," They briefly shook hands, neither of them wanting to touch the other longer than it was necessary. "There is a car waiting for you downstairs. Be sure to take the left exit."
Internally fuming, she smiled slightly wider, seeing no need to introduce herself or prolong the awkward interaction longer than necessary. "Thank you, Ms. Potts, that will not be necessary. I have arranged my own ride. Have a nice day, ma'am," With that, she pressed the button once again, entering the elevator with the expression of polite contentment glued to her face like a persistent piece of dog shit she couldn't shake off the bottom of her shoe.
Ms. Potts' façade slipped slightly - she must've been new - as the blonde ran a sharply observant look over the woman in the elevator, pulling out her phone as soon as the elevator door was halfway closed. That was quickly forgotten, her head growing clearer with each second it was pressed against the cold window of the cab she'd called on the way downstairs.
It was a mistake, a perfectly human accident that happened to the best of them. Only it left a bitter residue somewhere south of her ribcage, something acrid and viscous that even alcohol couldn't melt. The more she drank, the thicker that ball of rolled up frustration became, bleeding into her work, her relationships with her friends. It was tiresome to keep craving something so far out of her reach.
The exhaustion grew day by day, until her chest felt constricted for most part of the day and all the oxygen in the whole wide world wasn't enough. Her heartache was saved, strangely enough, by aliens - they rained down on New York city like frogs during the Plague in the book of Exodus; as if God himself was angry at the state of affairs of his favourite pet earthlings. For a time, she couldn't afford to worry about her broken heart and focused on the dilapidated city, landing her resources and skills whenever, whenever she could.
Late at night, exhausted and drained, she allowed herself to flick through the news, eagerly soaking up the new details that seemed to pop up every other day. Aliens were real, Thor was one, Captain America was alive and her ex-boyfriend was now a member of the merry band of misfit superheroes.
She had never taken his hero sidegig too seriously. Tony had some good in him, he wasn't the attention-demanding supervillain-waiting-to-happen, but neither he was hero material. The Tony she knew was akin to a hyperintelligent kid left without supervision. Consequences were a slight setback, not a surefire deterrent for this man.
Her building remained mostly intact - some cosmetic damages that were repaired quickly and did not concern her apartment at all - so she stayed in the same place, much to everyone's dismay. A good chunk of her friends had moved away from NYC as soon as they could - not that she blamed them - but the calls of her family, consisting of begging and nagging her to move states, were beginning to climb over the annoying line very quickly. More often than not, she ignored all calls that weren't from her friends or work.
It shouldn't have surprised her that Tony showed up on her balcony one night - but the shriek that left her was utterly involuntary. His armored suit was noisy and clunky, just like was expected from a huge chunk of metal. Tony's face was a ghost of the man she used to know: he was pale, the bags under his eyes were fit to carry groceries in and he'd lost more than a few pounds around his middle.
Not that she had a glow-up. Work hours were long, volunteer work was by far more exhausting and emotionally draining. With her support system scattered across the country and free hours few and in-between, she'd acquired a shrink. Nightmares went away and the sluggishness, too, thanks to a couple of convenient prescriptions. It seemed like the professionals were as clueless as any in dealing with the aftermath of an alien invasion.
"You weren't returning my calls," Tony stated in the way of hello. It was so like him, to be skipping the pleasantries and glossing over the details.
"I have your number blocked," She replied unkindly, raising an eyebrow as the suit retracted and the man, wearing worn jeans and an oil-stained tee, stepped into the twilight of her home without an invitation.
"I wanted to make sure you are alive and your home is being rebuilt in case it was demolished. Stark foundation is shouldering most of the expenses," He offered in the way of explanation, beelining for the nice whiskey she kept in a tumbler in the living room.
The snort escaped her lips before she could help it; brain chronically overtired but medicated; Adderall and weariness. He was never a good liar, only a good faker. "Why are you here, Tony?" All of it: the damages, the casualties, all of it was public record, accessible 24/7. All he had to do was open Google.
He turned around, scanning her head-to-toe, in that not-quite-convinced way. "Just wanted to see if you're okay," He tried for nonchalant but his eyes were haunted. The whiskey glass he was holding empty in seconds.
She walked up to him, staying at an arm's distance from the man, before doing a slow, sarcastic twirl. "I'm fine. Not a scratch. Was in Staten Island that day."
He nodded, not at all convinced. "Good," Before slamming the glass down with such force, she was afraid the countertop now sported a rounded indent. Fingers twitching, he pulled the woman into himself before she could utter a peep, smashing their lips together without any grace, paying no attention to the way she froze as still as a statue. "God, I missed you. Couldn't bear the thought of you dying..." He mumbled in between harshly biting the plump of her bottom lip and steering the kiss towards his wishes, hand tangled in the hair on the back of her head.
He tasted like whiskey and desperation.
She couldn't not give in. She'd felt the same way when she watched his red and gold armor fly into that wormhole, missile in tow. She'd felt the same despair clawing at her ribcage when his lifeless body flew back from it before being caught by the rabid green monstrosity.
It wasn't graceful and it wasn't pretty; feeling like a monster herself, she responded the same way he did. She shredded his clothes, she clawed his back, leaving wet crimson streaks in the wake of her nails and whispered the ugliest, nastiest truths she had denied herself for so long. He left with the promise to stay in contact and for once, he did.
Nothing was the same. Tony was far from the careless, extravagant billionaire he used to be. These days he was a cynical, analytical asshole that one-upped people even before he had a real need to do so. Both of them had changed, really. She was not the tender uptown girl either.
The nights with him were rare and long; the nights alone with her work were recurrent and longer. The tower stood out on the NYC skyline like a sore thumb, beckoning with the unattainable snipe hunt of having something stable with the world's #1 superhero, Tony Stark. Each time they met, she felt almost as dirty as the time she stood in the elevator under the scrutiny of Pepper Potts.
Even if he didn't outright hide her. She'd ran into Black Widow and Clint Barton once or twice, each of them casting a glance at her Special Visitor badge before muttering niceties and moving on with their day. It was only slightly better with the Captain: he got in the elevator two floors below Tony's penthouse at 8 AM in the morning, just as she was leaving for work - dressed in a sharp pantsuit that was not-quite on Pepper's level. The soldier must've assumed she was a high-rank employee or a friend, the tips of his cheeks blushing as he spoke a quiet: "Good morning, ma'am," In that semi-formal tone of his.
Seeing a grown man get so flustered was quite adorable. "Good morning, Captain Rogers, sir," She replied in a matching tone, humoring him.
The elevator stopped suddenly and a few employees got in, staring openly at the national icon, who had his eyebrows slanted in confusion. The woman shared his sentiment: it was Tony's private elevator. She guessed all the other ones were too full in the mornings so the tower's AI put the underused one to work.
Or, at least, that's what she tried to convince herself of anyway. It wouldn't be past Tony to get jealous over something as trivial as sharing an elevator car with Captain America.
The plateau of normalcy didn't last long. Just as she was opening her third bottle of wine for the night, laptop open on the kitchen counter and proudly displaying "Tony Stark and Pepper Potts - America's newest power couple?" article, she realised he was a coward, too. Slowly but surely, he had ghosted her, not even bothering with an explanation of his sudden unavailability, the several dates missed and even more postponed indefinitely.
They were never going to be a normal couple. She had made her peace with that, ugly and depressing - but it was real. She thought what they had was real. She finally had admitted to herself that she loved him, loved an impossible man, loved to the bottom of Hell and pitfire. The fireworks under her skin had never fully gone away, she realised as more and more ugly sobs broke from her chapped lips.
She blocked his number again and bought herself a new one, deleting the "Tony Stark" contact for good. There was more than enough work to do and the time to feel sorry for herself was sparse. And if she picked up a habit to make sure the time working was spent with proper efficiency, without soaking documents in saltwater that her eyes seemed to overproduce those days? It wasn't a big deal. She needed to get back on her feet somehow, without being dragged by a man who wasn't even present to actively be ruining her life anymore.
If anything, she thought she should feel grateful. The blinding light, the stars that exploded and shone inside her only for Tony, became something poisonous and vile. It wasn't the bitter taste of regret; rather, she felt a flash of ravenous, burning anger every time his name or his face popped up in a press article within her eyesight. Love and hate weren't that different when it came to the intensity: she basked in those newfound feelings, taking care to pick apart and neatly sort each of his perceived flaws on a cute little shelf in her overtaxed brain and fatigued heart.
It wasn't healthy. A convenient escape for the summer; a cabin far, far away from the busy New York city - she took up the offer and relocated there, being content with working remotely, drinking strawberry mimosas by the lakeside. Day by day, the clarity of her mind returned, lulled into a false sense of security by the tranquil trees slowly swaying in the breeze and wide ripples in the water.
Tony seemed to be enjoying bringing chaos into her life and making her miserable. The quinjet landed right on the neatly manicured lawn in front of the cabin, several obviously exhausted and wounded superheroes dismounting the vehicle, Tony looking sheepish but determined in the lead.
She wasn't completely unaware of the rest of the world and knew of the fiasco the Avengers recently had. Was it the half-dead, limping Widow or the baby blues of the Captain, she couldn't tell, but the woman ushered them into her house, gathering the tools needed for first aid with haste. Fate wasn't looking to give her a break.
As soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen, alone, Tony was there, looking much like that time on the balcony, baby doe browns turned up to eleven and a groveling speech prepared on demand. He'd noticed her weight loss and the ashen tone of her skin, the prominent veins and the bags under her eyes. She was as obvious as a brick to the face with her vices.
She slapped him. He winced, but stayed quiet, preparing himself for the storm - and storm him she did, keeping quiet enough for most of the team to be able to tactfully ignore the scolding Tony was getting. "I despise, you, Stark. You're a coward. Do not dare to set foot in my house ever again."
Needless to say, the superheroes departed shortly after Natasha's injuries were stabilised and frowning, disappointed Thor and Steve (they'd asked her to address them by their first names) bashfully apologized for their sudden intrusion and any discomfort they might have caused. She smiled at Steve, wide and big; refusing to admit it was done just to spite Tony, she joked and blushed in response to the Captain.
Tony did not attempt to contact her again. For some time, she lived in fear - irrational one at that - he'd appear and wreck her life one more, final time, before admiring the destruction and leaving her a steaming pile of ashes on the floor. But seasons passed and all of it faded, like a vivid, terrible nightmare.
Piece by piece, her life was getting put back together. His name stopped invoking a swarm of feelings she needed to drown just to stay afloat; there were news regarding him, another violent altercation, and she simply flicked the TV back to adult swim. New friends and new hobbies were being made; the fine cracks made by his agile fingers were being filled with the gold of newer, better discoveries.
There was always something going on in the superhero world and finally one of the topics reached her line of work: mutant rights. She'd never stopped being a volunteer after that NYC invasion, making new connections in a domain previously unexplored, it paid off in spades regarding her career growth. The connections were vital to be able to climb the corporate ladder successfully.
Stark showed up at her door three days after half of his merry band of misfits were pronounced fugitives. This time, she expected it. She knew better than to expect him to assume responsibility by himself - a quick Google search and his relationship status was listed as once again single - the Virginia Potts she knew would not have let anything like that happen. Stark was on his own.
"They betrayed me," He'd said, from behind the door she had cracked open a few inches, to make him know he wasn't welcome in her home.
"I think you know now, how I felt then," She didn't falter, ignoring the way his still freshly-bruised face darkened. "As far as I am concerned, you deserve it. Goodbye, Tony." She shut the door without waiting for his response, hearing his footsteps slowly back away as she made herself another coffee.
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Tony Stark taglist: @another-stark-sub @letsby @mostly-marvel-musings @rdjesus4ever @ladyeliot
Well um 💀 yeah. I'll go and attempt to scavenge some serotonin somewhere now. Thanks for reading! 💖✨
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gaymershigh · 3 years
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Hello! I saw your askbox and open and read your rules and you are right, it's not often I see Male×Male reader inserts in the TWST fandom. So, I'd thought I'd request some to help the cause! If I may, can I request some headcannons of dorm leaders of TWST×Male!Reader who is in their dorm and has been noticeably stressed in their schoolwork and one night is seen super stressed out and the dorm leader's fellow students pull the reader aside and hand the reader over to the dorm leader because the reader refuse to listen to anyone else?
Of course you may! Tbh, this is such a nice request, I enjoy doing multiple characters, but it's so difficult for me to write for Azul and Vil in this hc for some reason??
REMINDER: Don't overwork yourself just because you don't think it's enough! The fact that you're trying is already amazing! Please remember to take care of your health because you matter! 💜
Triggers: None!
Dorm Leaders dealing with a stressed Male!Reader
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Ever since Riddle got a text from Trey and its about his boyfriend doing his schoolwork on ungodly hours he was worried, very worried.
He wants to come to you and make a 2 hour speech about how you shouldn't overwork yourself but he barely has anytime as well, he's a very busy man as well.
So he decided to order your friends, Ace and Deuce to tell you to not overwork yourself. Hell, he even prepared a script for them.
Of course, it didn't work. It was so obvious it was from a script because Deuce sounds so robotic and Ace kept correcting Deuce. Your stubbornness makes it even more awkward and worse.
He ordered Trey and Cater this time, with a whole new script too.
They did a good job and all, but it also failed because your ass is so stubborn and Cater is pretty impatient and kept using his phone.
This only made you stressed out even more because these mofos probably dont understand how you feel.
Deuce's dense ass noticed this and told Ace about it. And that's how Ace got a big brain idea.
You were screaming, usually, the ADeuce duo usually stays at your dorm to chill while you do your work and NOT drag you to their dorm.
They shoved you to Riddle's room and what you're not expecting was your boyfriend showing a very worried face.
He immediately hugged you tightly before you could say a word. He cupped your face and caressed your cheek.
“My sweetheart, please don't overwork yourself, it's unhealthy for you. From now on, only work yourself for 2 hours max. Come now, let's drink some tea together.”
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He knows that something's up when you haven't been hanging out with him for a while.
He misses his herbivore so much, he misses cuddling his boyfriend but he's too prideful to admit.
When he found out you've been doing your schoolwork 24/7 by Ruggie, his response is indecisive but on the inside he's bothered.
Since he's too lazy to move on his very comfortable position, he threatened ordered his dorm members to convince you to stop overstressing yourself.
Knowing Savanaclaw, of course they failed, there was no hope to begin with. It was a disaster. They tried but they're way too intimidating for you to even listen to their words. Thank god Ruggie was there to bail them out so it wasn't too awkward.
This made Leona very moody. Not only he cannot snuggle with you, his plan failed and he now forces himself to sleep alone in pain. Boohoo.
Ruggie can't stand this man's temper tantrums so he just snatched you away from your dorm and toss you to a sleeping Leona.
The lazy lion woke up immediately when he recognized your scent. Since he's still sleepy however, he just pulled you to his bed and hugged you close with his tail wrapped on your leg
“Hmph, you chose your schoolwork over me and had the audacity to not meet up for the entire week? You're not going anywhere this time, especially with you in my arms.”
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He won't blame you to be honest. He overworks himself too and ignore your warnings multiple times. However, that doesn't mean he's not going to do anything about it.
He at least has time to spend with you but you didn't. Of course that made the octopus upset and he's not gonna five up when it comes to you.
He stalks you everytime he gets the chance. Your stressed expression really displeases him. He wants to do something about this so bad but he doesn't want to disturb his already stressed boyfriend.
Jade caught on to Azul's bizarre behavior and he cam up with an idea to surprise both of you.
“Kidnapping shrimpy? Ok!” of course Floyd would say yes, it's Floyd.
You're screaming in distress and confusion. Just a second ago you were messaging your temples because you couldn't mesmerize what Mr. Trein taught you and now you're getting kidnapped by the Leech twins, what a surprise. An unwelcome one at that.
Azul was shocked when he hears your cries as the twins dropped you off his room, still tied in ropes and leaving like nothing happened.
Azul untied you, explaining theories as to why they would do such things, but when he does got the right answer, he blushed in embarrassment. He caused this.
He placed a soft kiss and holds your hand gently.
“I apologize for causing a huge ruckus. It's just I missed you when you barely replied to my calls and texts and you kept working and that made me worried sick! I'm sorry that I sound selfish but.. Could you stay here a bit longer, please?”
Oh dear. How could you say no to that?
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Ok first of all how could you even ignore him? He always keep coming to you and basically screaming at you.
Your stress may could have took the you over and may accidentally snapped at him for being too noisy.
This made him sad and left the room. BUT HEY AT LEAST YOU GOT SOME PEACE AND QUIET AM I RIGHT?
But if you think that's gonna make him upset??? You're his wonderful boyfriend! His treasure! No matter what, just seeing thinking of you makes him happy again.
This didn't last as you kept ignoring his daily chat with you and his messages and calls. This wasn't okay.
This genuinely made him stressed as well, he probably doesn't even exist to you anymore. Despite it just being 2 days if felt like forever since you talk to him or even looking at him with a smile.
Kalim wanted to spend fun times with his boyfriend like always. Not just sit there and look at him groaning at the worksheet every now and then.
He missed you so much. Even though he sees you, it just doesn't feel the same.
He got less happier as the days go by, everyone got worried sick. Even Jamil felt disturbed about it, usually he would be living the life when Kalim's quiet.
Everything's the usual today. Kalim visiting you and he's quiet again. You of course felt bad but you really need to pass this test.
But out of nowhere, you kept getting text messages from Jamil screaming to you about talking to Kalim and how pathetic he looks when sad.
When you turned around, your heart shattered to pieces. There it is, a sad Kalim in tears, curling himself on your bed to at least have your scent on him.
You stopped what you're doing and hop on tour bed and press his face against the crook of your neck, muttering sorry.
“Ahhh! I miss you so much,habibi!(my love) please don't overwork yourself and ignore me! I love you so much and seeing you date your homework then dating me hurts me! Please dont leave me! I'll be the best boyfriend ever!”
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Who do you think you are, to ignore your lover's calling just for a paper of misery? How foolish.
Vil understood that your future is important to you, but do you really need to worry when you're dating the Vil Schoenheit? The beautiful, rich man who spoils you every single day?
Not only that, stress causes wrinkles and you're also ruining your sleep schedule?! Unacceptable.
He kept ranting to you about how greasy your hair and how big the bags under your eyes are.
To the point you have to lock your door to refrain him for entering and rant. You're already stressing out and there's literally no way you're going to hear about your dramatic boyfriend moan about your appearance.
He kept calling and texting you and you also ignore that. If anything you gave good morning texts or either leave him on read.
And he's not tolerating that.
His job was easier to handle than the others. He can just ask Rook to kidnap you and he would oblige and do so in an instant.
And he just did that.
Unlike the others, you know exactly what's going to happen when Rook is violently dragging you to Pomefiore. He's going to put you in Vil's room, listen to him rant for a few hours and do beauty things or whatever.
Well, have of that did happen when Rook closed Vil's door. He did rant but what your not expecting was him being very gentle and sweet.
“I knew it, you got increasingly worse. Oh well, I will refix this mess later. But for now, you should rest right beside me. No leaving no matter the circumstances, you understand, potato?”
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I mean, of course you're gonna ignore him, he's just a gross, weeby loser. There's no way he can impact your life positively in any single way. If anything, he probably causes trouble to his you anyway.
He doesn't really wanna stop you, he really cherishes you and your choices even if they're not good and losing someone like you is probably gonna take years to move on to.
Poor Ortho, he needs to hear his brother rant about his boyfriend not being able to see nor play games with because he's busy working himself.
But this made Ortho worry. Not only id his brother is sad but you're risking your health to do schoowork! That's no good.
This made you confused. Ortho kept muttering about your health status to himself everytime you pass by the hallways.
And everyday, your stress levels increase and your health is deteriorating.
He needs to make you rest at all cost but he knows your stubborn. So he has to do one thing that makes your knees weak.
His very own special puppy eyes.
Ortho innocently dragged you to Idia without either of you guy's knowledge.
When Idia finds out, he immediately apologized for the inconvenience he caused and you might have to be the one to comfort him.
“I'M SERIOUSLY SO SORRY! I just really wanted to play games with you and hangout with you like usual.. Eh? You will?? REALLY!?”
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At first, the fae didn't even realise you are stressing despite showing a few signals.
Until you start ignoring him. Then you got a pouty Malleus. (aw)
He doesn't understand why you're struggling with Mr. Divus' homework, it seems so easy to him, why is it so hard for you?
That made you upset and he still doesn't know why.
He never had a boyfriend like you before so of course he's not gonna understand gen z struggles. Spare him please.
Lilia gave him some tips, only for it to be tricks and make you more upset. snide mf
Seeing a sad Malleus made Sebek upset, then mad.
He asked Lilia what's wrong with his young master.
And when he found out you're replacing him with your schoolwork and then for some reason 'stressing' about it??
How rude!
Sebek kept nagging at you to stop working and pay attention to your damn boyfriend but you couldn't care less about Sebek and his shenanigans.
You only start sweating when he suddenly yanked your arm and dragged you to Diasomnia.
And what you see is a pouty Malleus playing with his little game.
When you sat next to him, he immediately wrapped you in his arms.
“My darling, I plead for you not to pressure yourself in something that only destroys you even more. What progress you have done is enough for today but as of now, you need rest. Release all your negativity away, love.”
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This is literally my second work but I already feel like a failure.
-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎
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kylosupremeimagines · 4 years
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Clyde Logan A-Z Fluff
(Special thanks to @driversmutbucket​ for helping me with this!) 
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A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?) Pet names, oh god, the amount of pet names that man has for you. At the beginning of your relationship you actually thought he had forgotten your name. Darling, sweetheart, baby, doll, sweetness, sweetie, honey, precious, angel, pumpkin, sweet pea....etc Clyde Logan is one affectionate teddy bear. He is so sweet with you that he gets teased about it by his friends and family- Jimmy often pretends to vomit. In public he makes it know that you are his woman.
B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you) Even if it’s a little cheesy, one of his best memories would be his first date with you, no matter how long he knew you beforehand. It shows that you have an interest in being more than just friends with him and gives him hope for a future family. He will remember even the smallest of details such as which way your hair is parted.
C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious) Dog, he loves their loyalty and unwavering affection,  although he doesn’t have one of his own, he would love to have one eventually. It would be comforting to know you had a protector when he was working long nights at the bar.
D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?) It is simple, really. A big family. With you.
E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?) If he isn’t working, Clyde loves having dinner with you, then snuggling up on the sofa with you and reading. Enjoying the peace and just being with you.
F = first date (what was it like?) He wanted to do something extremely special so he brought you out to a lake, planning a cute little picnic. There wasn’t really anyone else around and he brought your favorite foods, so it was perfect.  He even brought some wine, but wouldn’t make you drink it if you’re not a fan or don’t drink alcohol. He manages to kiss you, and stars was it the most loving kiss you could ever share with someone.
G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?) He’ll laugh at just about any hilarious thing someone does, and certainly shows his teeth in that wide, amazing grin of his. His laugh sounds genuine to his entertainment, coming deep from the chest.
H = hugs (do they like hug? What kind of hugs do the give?) Clyde Logan is a goddamn teddy bear. He gives the best hugs. Warm, firm and enveloping. He loves cuddling you, he could all day. Sometimes he does. He isn’t particularly cuddly with other people, being a bit shy. You know once he has babies of his own he will hardly put them down due to all the cuddles he will be giving.
I = instrument (do they play an instrument?) Considering that he only has one hand, he can’t exactly play any instruments. But if he used to play, it most likely would’ve been an acoustic guitar. Though now he still can sing pretty decently.
J = joy (what brings them joy in life?) Family. It’s all he really needs to be happy in life. He would give every ounce of love to his family to the point some people believe it’s a bit excessive. However he would not care about their opinion as his family and the ability to love them gives him more joy in life than he knows what to do with.
K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?) Clyde can be quite the mix with his kisses. Usually he will be loving with them, not afraid to show you physical affection. He’ll run his thumb over your cheek as he leans down to deepen it, lips dancing passionately against yours. He loves that one second yet meaningful good morning kiss.
L = love (how do they act when they have a crush) Jimmy once referred to it as “love drunk”. When he met you he was completely distracted, couldn’t think of anything else but you, and he told you as much. He would mess up drinks at work- something he never did, trip over his own feet when he saw you and be unable to form sentences.
“My brother is damn love drunk on ya y/n, it’s like aliens have removed half his brain.” Jimmy Logan
M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?) Over your time together, his favorite will end up being your wedding day. It symbolizes that you truly will spend the rest of your lives together. And it would make one great day. Imagine the sex that night with Clyde 😉
N = no (what is their pet peeve?) Clyde likes  to know where you are and that you are safe. He hates it when you don’t let him know your plans, or don’t answer your phone or reply to his messages. He will work himself into a state, thinking the Logan curse has struck again if you don’t get in touch in a timely manner.
O = occupation (what’s their dream job?) To be a father. That’s the ultimate for Clyde. He is happy running Duck Tape, and doesn’t yearn for anything beyond that in his career but being a father? Dream job.
P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?) An absolute bloody pushover. He will spoil his kids rotten, shower them in love and affection and let them know they are goddamn miracles to him. Clyde will be the kind of dad that has your children’s friends wishing he was their dad. Your place will always be filled with your children’s friends, noisy and happy.
Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines) He isn’t too sure what to believe but considering he’s a firm believer in the so called Logan Family Curse, it’s probably safe to say that he does believe in something. He gave into the old ghost stories his siblings would tell him as a kid and it would scare him shitless. He refuses to deny the existence of some intelligent life out there in space. And the list goes on.
R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?) Clyde May doubt how well he can express his love, but sometimes he can do so without even trying. You can see the love in his every action, ever facial expression, every gesture. He will remind you how much he cares and do little things for you. Although sometimes it’s with advice from Mellie, he plans the best dates for you. And man the list goes on.
S = smile (what makes them smile without fail) You. It doesn’t matter if he’s physically with you or you pop into his thoughts, you will make him smile each time without fail. Overall his family will do the same as it’s the most important thing to him.
T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average) Clyde adores you beyond belief but he knows how to keep his boundaries. He wants to be around you as often as he can but knows when to back off. It’s not like he can’t handle being away from you as long as he knows that you’re doing alright and are safe.
U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable) Clyde has the tendency to pay more attention to how others are doing before he checks in with himself. He asks you a lot how you’re doing, sometimes to the point where it’s a few times an hour. It can leave you to worry about him when he’s neglecting himself.
V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?) Opposes to video, he’s more likely to take photos. Why why put together a whole photo album that you can look back on years down the road and reminisce about your life together with the family?
W = wedding (what was the wedding like?) The wedding would more than likely be out in the woods right by the family’s cabin. All your friends and family would be there, Little Sadie would be the flower girl, and Clyde would be more handsome in that suit than he’s ever been. Overall it would be a great time, and you’d even be able to stay at the cabin for your honeymoon if you wanted. Though, he will feel a little off not having the ring on the traditional finger so you two decided that you too would wear yours on your right ring finger.
X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?) Not that it should be anything for him to be embarrassed about, but he has a huge soft spot for animals. He had a dog he adored in his childhood, and a lot of other pets that came in and out of his family’s lives. He wouldn’t be opposed to having a few animals with you; though he wants to get at least one dog.
Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything) Other men perving on his woman. RIP them, cause he will go straight up feral on their ass.
Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons) Clyde is always happy to wake up when you are in his bed. He loves those slow lazy mornings where you cuddle and  make love lazily. His sleeping is a bit all over the place. Sometimes he sleeps incredibly heavily, other times restlessly, especially if you aren’t there. He still has occasional PTSD nightmares from his service. Luckily they are becoming less frequent.
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bakugous-bbygirl · 4 years
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~Sleepless nerd~
Bakugou X F!Reader
First time doing this please don’t make fun of me please feel free to give me feedback and help me make more stories like this one!
Warnings: swearing. (That’s it really)
Bakugou called all his classmates nerds, but you, you were the actual worst nerd he’s ever met.
When you started attending UA high your room had been placed next to the angry blonde’s. Your quirk made you quite diffrent. You were incredibly smart and had the ability to hack into anything you needed no matter the size. It seemed like your quirk had no downsides
Except your god awful sleep schedule.
Durning classes you looked as if you were always alert. You participated well, never even dosed off in class once as far as everyone knew. But durning the night bakugou could hear you playing away on some game. At first he assumed it was a one night thing. But that was two months ago.
Night after night he would hear you turning on your tv leaning against the thin walls and would just play away for hours. He wondered how in the world you functioned.
It wasn’t your fault really. Your quirk has your brain running all the time constantly trying to hack into phones and other electronics. Not only that but constant math equations and other school stuff took over your mind all day. It was absolute hell for you but you never let it show.
Other than that though. The rest of your classmates loved you. You were socialble, always helping others when it came to school work, and even seemed unbothered by mineta’s terrible comments about you looked in your uniform. “Looking perfect as always (y/n). Your skirt is juuuussst right” “Thank you, please back away from me now your starting to drool :)” your reply was always the same regardless of what he said but it was still really impressive you delt with the comments at all. But Bakugou held a personal vendetta against you and your awful sleep patterns. He never attempted to talk with you besides the small rude comments on how your in his way, or smaller things, he couldn’t deny though. You were adorable durning the day. Your smile made him feel warm feelings in his chest, and he could listen to that laugh forever. Damnit why did the most annoying girl have to be the one he fell for! He knew one day he should probably just ask you to stop playing so late at night since it would wake him but he couldn’t bring himself to face you for more than a few minutes without getting all red and flustered thinking about being your boyfriend. Thinking about holding your small frame against his body and sleeping soundly together. Bakugou figured he didn’t have a shot though, since you were much closer to that annoying red headed rock, but after seeing your notes you had passed on to kirishima, Bakugou had no choice but to look at you in a whole new light
“Kiri, you need my notes again?” You whined while leaning against your doorway.
“Ah I’m sorry (y/n)! You know English just isn’t my strong suit.” The red head rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed while facing you. You weren’t surpised but you were realllly tired. He had just knocked as you were getting ready to crawl into bed and pass out. “Alright alright, wait out here I’ll go grab them” you yawned while closing your door back gently as to not seem rude. You rummaged through your bag while rubbing your eyes and grabbed the first sheet of paper that was labeled “English class” not spending to much time checking over it. Boy you wished you read that paper better
After handing it over to kirishima you admitted that you were planning on napping and to just give them back to you later in the afternoon. “Thanks again (y/n)!” You closed your door and decided before crashing to clean up your energy drink cans you had let make a small pile on the ground. It was kinda strange but you had done this since your quirk manifested. Your brain was always ticking, so you had trouble relaxing and sleeping normally. You had come to learn sleeping durning the night was a joke and your brain would only stop after you couldn’t stay awake any longer. So you decided to drink energy drinks durning the day to keep yourself awake letting your brain just go and after classes you would just curl up and proceed to drool all over the floor or wherever you passed out. Kept you alive this long, but durning the night once you awake your brain just started up again and the cycle restarted, however today you had messed up and forgot your drink so you were a bit groggy and more down than normal, people begun to notice but you played it off as feeling slightly sick. Kirishima though did not expect anything less from the perfect note taking student and just wanted to copy your notes so he could figure out how to spell certain words. What he GOT instead was a huge picture of Bakugou and half way copied sentences. The picture was his soul focus though as today you had decided to absentmindly draw serval small side profiles of the angry Pomeranian with cute little words under it. The main one looked amazing. He couldn’t knock it. You were a great artist! If hero stuff didn’t work out you could easily make money this way! It was Bakugou looking out of the window with his headphones in. It was some real good stuff. But he couldn’t stop laughing at how clear your crush was and no one has picked up on it. Not even Bakugou himself! He couldn’t pass up a chance to help you out for a change instead of you helping him. “Ohhhh bakubro is gonna love this” he hummed to himself while knocking on the man of the hour’s door.
When the door was opened Bakugou could not believe his eyes. Of course he had feelings for you as well! But damnit he wanted to confess first! Now this stupid shitty hair knew before he did! “Give me the damn paper you extra! Just go study and get out of my hair!” Bakugou slammed his door while clutching the paper to his chest. He was mostly in a state of shock, not only were you a remarkable artist, but you had drawn him. And it looked incredible. Truely heart stopping stuff. You really fell for him hard. “Tch, damn cute nerd..” he decided to hang the paper up near his bed out of most people eyesight and knew he had to talk to you tonight. Cause there was no way that red head was taking that paper back.
10:40.
You groaned silently after reading your clock on your phone screen. You slept passed nine again, meaning you way missed dinner, and would have to sneak down all quietly so you wouldn’t wake anyone. “What a pain..” you slipped out of your bed and slid your socks over your feet while opening your door gently, what you did not expect to find was a certain blondie waiting on you. “Jesus Christ..! Bakugou you scared me..why are you up so late?” You tilted your head as Bakugou’s body had tensed. Like he owes you some explanation! “Better question dumbass..! Why are you up huh? Shouldn’t we be both sleeping?” He got you there. You had made a promise to yourself to keep your weird habits to yourself so you wouldn’t worry any of your classmates. “W-well, uh. I..um..well...” you struggled to form a actual sentence. Since you had never had more than a few seconds of conversation with the punk boy. You couldn’t help it. Your feelings for him has bloomed so out of control you often found your brain slowing down and filling itself with him. “Save it nerd. We need to talk, can I come into your room?”
You swear up and down your heart and brain stopped working at the same time. Bakugou, big meanie, Katsuki wanted to come inside of your room. Your safe haven! And better yet! What in the world did you two have have to talk about?! He’s never spoken to you! You haven’t even begun to form your denial when he just grabbed your arm and dragged you back into your room “W-wait..! What do you have to say to me..?! Did I make you upset..?!” You didn’t know what you did but your mind was already back and running to a thousand different things you could’ve done to make this hothead mad. You’ve seen how he treats midoryia you didn’t want to take any chances. “What? No. Why would I be mad at you dumbass?” Bakugou actually looked...confused? Man this night was defiantly a weird one. The only face you’ve ever seen him make was a mad one. Why did he seem so relaxed around you? “Then...why are we standing in my room..holding hands..?” You pointed at your interlocked fingers gently seeing as you weren’t sure when in the world that happened since he grabbed your arm. And why were his hands so perfect for holding?! Bakugou was caught off guard clearly but didn’t let go while he was..blushing? “Listen stupid! Shitty hair gave me your trashy notes. If I knew you had liked me I would’ve spent more time speaking to you and shit.”
Second time. Second time you felt yourself die. Did, Bakugou, while holding your hand. Just confesss that he knew you had feelings? How in the world did he know?! “Kiri did what now.” You were almost fuming. You were gonna kill kirishima. Your foot. So far up his ass it was gonna be a new record. While plotting your murder you didn’t even notice that the blonde boy was trying to explain how he got his hands on your notes and that he’s felt pretty much the same since you’ve started attending school together. His confession had fell on death ears though as he faced you noticing that you weren’t listening. Bakugou sighed and snapped his fingers in your ears to jolt your attention. “Hey dumbass.” You glanced up tilting your head “ha? What’d you say?” Why in the world did his heart stop around you. “I tried to say you made a mess of your notes today and you had basically admitted you had a crush on me. And for some odd reason. I feel the same way about you. You spend all damn day stuck in my mind. Your damn quirk hacked your way into my head and won’t leave me alone. Then you would keep me up all night. And I thought I hated you but I guess it’s pretty clear I like you and your stupid noisy ass.” To put it lightly you are kinda caught off guard. This guy hated everyone! But you always figured it was kinda a act to make himself stand out better. “So..your telling me..you actually..like..like like me..?” Your brain had begun to slow down again.
Everything in your head felt so much better around him. You didn’t know why but everything settled with his skin met with yours. Even if it was the softest touch durning classes or a half assed hug it was all you needed to make yourself seem normal. After that night of confession and confusion you had agreeded to be his girlfriend and he started crashing in your room to make sure your stupid ass slept like a normal person. Surprisingly to you he was extremely patient and helped your body sleep durning hours that everyone should sleep at. In turn durning classes you actually started acting more like yourself than you had knew was possible. Your brain wasn’t racing all day and you didn’t need to drink out of a can every two hours or so to make yourself hyper. The change went noticed by all your classmates since Bakugou with his loud self made a huge deal after you walked in holding hands and denki pointed it out to everyone. “Yeah she’s my girlfriend now!! So what?! Your just all jealous I got a date first!” Overall though. He was extremely nice and gentle with you like he was always nervous and couldn’t control his real feelings around you. It was pure heaven to you. He was just what the doctor ordered and you needed your daily dose of him for the rest of your life
Please make sure give me feedback and tell me what you think of this! Like I said this was my first time writing really in this type of format! I can already feel some things I would have to change but don’t be afraid to tell me anything!
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alicemarion · 3 years
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OUTLAST :  THE  MURKOFF  ACCOUNT  (  PART 2  )   sentence starters !
this  prompt  was  made  using  dialogue  from  issues  #4 ,    #5  and  #6  of  outlast :  the  murkoff  account  by  red  barrels .    feel  free  to  edit  any  of  these  to  make  them  more  suitable !
“  _____  wasn’t  fucking  around  about  disappearing .  ”
“  our  chances  of  finding  a  lead  in  this  are  vanishingly  slim .  ”
“  what  you  got  there ?  ”
“  i  hate  it  when  they  have  families .  ”
“  since  when  did  _____  hurt  women  and  kids ?  ”
“  sorry ,    that  was  in  bad  taste .  ”
“  he’s  been  gone  for  a  while  now .  ”
“  i  saw  him  back  just  last  night .  ”
“  i  saw  him ,     standing  right  over  there .  ”
“  drove  my  dogs  batshit ,    which  is  weird .  ” 
“  they  always  used  to  like  him .  ”
“  _____  said  _____  was  here  last  night .  ”
“  it’d  take  us  days  to  find  him  under  all  this  shit  if  he  was .  ”
“  guess  we  better  get  started  then .  ”
“  it’s  garbage .  ”
“  is  ...    is  some  of  this  garbage  moving ?  ”
“  ants .    the  place  is  infested .  ”
“  what  do  you  mean ?  ”
“  emailed  him  ants .    not  the  strangest  thing  i’ve  seen .  ”
“  these  look  like  passwords .  ”
“  ouch !  ”
“  little  fucker  bit  me .  ”
“  black  ants  don’t  bite .  ”
“  motherfucker !    motherfuckfuckfuck -  ”
“  they’re  all  over  me !    jesus !  ”
“  not  there !    not  there !  ”
“  water !    water !  ”
“  goddammit !    make  room !    i’m  coming  in !  ”
“  fuck  this !  ”
“  it’s  not  working !  ”
“  we  need  fire !  ”
“  take  your  fucking  clothes  off !  ”
“  now  do  me !  ”
“  got  anything  i  could  wear ?  ”
“  nope .  ”
“  what  the  fuck  am  i  gonna  do ?  ”
“  hey ,    that’s  the  same  homeless  guy .  ”
“  that’s  not  possible .  ”
“  i’m  sure  it’s  him .    he’s  following  us .  ”
“  hey !    stop !  ”
“  where’d  you  go  ...   ?  ”
“  you  work  for  _____  ,    don’t  you ?  ”
“  ...    who  are  you ?  ”
“  i  believe  you’ve  heard  of  me .  ”
“  you’ve  been  following  us .  ”
“  what’s  your  name ?  ”
“  yes .    i’ve  been  watching  you .  ”
“  you’ve  got  something  most  running  dog  mercenaries  don’t .  ”
“  i’m  not  a  mercenary .  ”
“  you’ve  got  shame .   you  know  what  you’re  doing  is  wrong .  ”
“  it’s  a  job .  ”
“  but  you’re  somebody  who’d  chase  after  me  ,    despite  the  fact  that  you’re  injured  and  naked .    who  does  that ?  ”
“  ...    i  can’t  stand  not  knowing .  ”
“  tell  me  your  name .  ”
“  i’ve  read  your  files  ,    _____ .  ”
“  six  years  ago  you  leaked  company  files  and  vanished .  ”
“  been  off  the  map  ever  since  ,    encouraging  other  whistleblowers .  ”
“  you’re  trying  to  destroy  _____ .  ”
“  of  course  i  am .  ”
“  they’re  evil .    you  work  for  the  devil .  ”
“  you’re  protecting  _____ ?  ”
“  you’ll  never  find  him .  ”
“  i  couldn’t  tell  you  if  i  knew .  ”
“  willful  ignorance .    i  remember  that .    almost  let  me  sleep  some  nights .  ”
“  how  do  you  sleep ?  ”  
“  how  do  you  justify  working  for  people  you  know  are  evil ?   ”
“  _____  was  a  pebble  in  a  pond .  ”
“  that  is  where  the  real  sickness  spreads .  ”
“  those  are  coordinates .  ”
“  if  you  cannot  look  at  what’s  there  and  not  eat  yourself  hollow  with  shame  ,    you’re  not  human  anymore .  ”
“  i  need  your  help .  ”
“  i  need  somebody  still  inside  _____ .  ”
“  i’m  not  asking  ,    i’m  telling  you .   you’re  going  to  help  me .  ”
“  ...    i  have  to  do  my  job .  ”
“  what  are  you  ...    the  fuck ?!  ”
“  freeze !    i  said  freeze  ,    motherfucker !  ”
“  i’m  leaving .  ”
“  please  don’t  make  me  hurt  you .  ”
“  he’s  ...    a  monster .  ”
“  what  was  he  shoving  in  your  face ?  ”
“  fucked  if  i  know .  ”
“  let’s  get  you  some  clothes  before  i  get  too  turned  on .  ”
“  dental  records .   my  identification .   he  wasn’t  done  with  me .  ”
“  and  we  weren’t  done  with  him .  ”
“  this  make  any  kind  of  sense  to  you ?  ”
“  nothing  i  feel  good  about .  ”
“  but  at  least  it  closes  the  books  for  now .  ”
“  the  evidence  couldn’t  get  any  more  thoroughly  destroyed .  ”
“  there  is  one  more  thing .  ”
“  nothing  i  know  of .  ”
“  i  wouldn’t  put  too  much  faith  in  anything  i  heard  from  an  animated  pile  of  maggots .  ”
“  maybe  we  should  check  it  out .  ”
“  nah  ,    leave  it  alone .  ”
“  you  should  get  home  ,    spend  some  time  with  your  daughter  ...    make  sure  she  doesn’t  grow  up  to  be  somebody  like  me .  ”
“  he  ain’t  gonna  let  us  get  away .  ”
“  every  step  we  take  ,    the  less  power  he  got .  ”
“  we’ll  get  to  the  wicked  part  of  the  world  ,    and  god  hisself  ain’t  even  gonna  be  able  to  find  us .  ”
“  do  you  know  if  yeshua - ha  nostri  was  a  real  person ?   like  ,    in  the  bible ?  ”
“  never  heard  of  him .  ”
“  when’s  that  book  report  due ?  ”
“  you’re  getting  an  early  jump .  ”
“  figured  i’d  be  too  beat  to  work  on  wednesday .  ”
“  you  didn’t  touch  your  dinner .  ”
“  i  wasn’t  hungry .   it’s  not  like  i  need  the  extra  calories .  ”
“  _____  ,    honey  ,    that’s  crazy .  ”
“  you’re  a  string  bean .    a  beautiful  string  bean .  ”
“  shut  up  ,    _____  ,    god  ...    ”
“  there’s  somebody  messing  with  our  mailbox .  ”
“  your  daughter  is  connected .  ”
“  my  partner  and  i  had  agreed  not  to  investigate .  ”
“  turns  out  i  was  lying .  ”
“  i  hear  you  now .    where  are  you ?    it’s  noisy .  ”
“  sorry  to  interrupt  you  on  a  sunday  ...    ”
“  you’re  not  interrupting  anything .  ”
“  i  was  just  ...    folding  laundry  ,    listening  to  prairie  home  companion .  ”
“  i  don’t  think  i’m  gonna  make  it  into  the  office  tomorrow .  ”
“  i  need  to  spend  some  time  with  _____ .  ”
“  no  worries .    we  all  need  personal  time .  ”
“  fuck  me  ...    no  service !  ”
“  i  guess  the  heat  and  the  sun  got  to  me .  ”
“  heavenly  god .  ”
“  _____ ?    what’s  wrong ?  ”
“  are  they  out  of  hot  chocolate ?  ”
“  multiple  perforations  of  the  intestines  ...    spread  throughout  her  blood  ...    had  to  induce  a  coma  in  order  to  arrest  progress  ...    internal  bleeding  ...  ”  
“  surgery  is  no  longer  an  option .  ”    
“  _____  is  dead .    i’m  so  sorry .  ”
“  aiiee !  ”
“  i’m  so  sorry  honey  ,    i  didn’t  mean  ...  ”
“  we  don’t  want  no  trouble !  ”
“  i’m  just  gon’  take  your  pistol .  ”
“  hey  ,    hey  ,    take  it  easy .    jesus  fucking  christ  ...  ”
“  don’t  you  take  that  name  in  vain !  ”
“  safety’s  on .  ”
“  who’s  the  girl ?  ”
“  jesus  ,    how  pregnant  is  she ?  ”
“  god  have  mercy  on  your  soul .  ”
“  i’m  not  going  to  hurt  you .  ”
“  you  need  helllll  ...    ”
“  mmm - hmm .  ”
“  that’s  all  you  got ?    ‘ mmm - hmm ? ’  ”
“  i  heard  you .   it’s  the  least  crazy  thing  you’ve  told  me  so  far .  ”
“  fair  enough .  ”
“  you  are  in  such  deep  shit .  ”
“  i  know .  ”
“  you  lied  to  me  ,    you  went  off  the  reservation .  ”
“  what  the  fuck  are  you  doing  ,    _____ ?  ”
“  i  fucked  up .  ”
“  don’t  fuck  yourself  any  deeper .    i’m  on  my  way .  ”
“  spill .  ”
“  okay  ,    number  one  ,    you  work  for  _____  ,    not  _____ .  ”
“  number  two  ,    you  don’t  interfere  with  ongoing  experiments .  ”
“  we  only  enter  the  equation  when  the  science  is  done  and  the  side  effects  need  mopping  up .  ”
“  shit  ,    you  don’t  even  know  if  this  is  an  experiment .  ”
“  and  number  three  ,    fuck  you .  ”
“  you  don’t  work  without  me .    we’re  partners  ,    you  stupid  motherfucker .  ”
“  sorr  ...    ”
“  don’t  say  you’re  sorry .    i  hate  that .  ”
“  you  want  the  silver  lining  to  your  shit  show ?  ”
“  you  don’t  suppose  you  brought  me  a  suit ?  ”
“  i  even  brought  you  a  tie .    hope  yellow’s  alright .  ”
“  you  called  it  a  ‘ vision ’ .    not  a  hallucination .  ”
“  it  felt  real .  ”
“  first  rule  in  the  playbook  is  don’t  get  high  on  your  own  product .  ”
“  what  about  brain  injury ?  ”
“  the  scan  must  have  been  corrupted .  ”
“  is  there  more  to  your  testimony ?  ”
“  yes  ,    of  course  ,    excuse  me .    i  was  just  ...    ”
“  could  we  see  those  brain  scans ?  ”
“  they’re  already  off  to  the  lab  ,    but  we  have  copies .  ”
“  evidence  ,    all  of  it .    this  had  become  a  matter  of  containment .  ”
“  we’d  love  to  meet  the  patient .  ”
“  the  little  guy  in  here  has  been  kicking  up  a  storm .  ”
“  is  that  a  tattoo ?  ”
“  a  globe .    no  ,    wheels .    ‘ wheels  within  wheels ’ .    that’s  biblical  ,    from  the  book  of  ...    ezekiel .  ”
“  you  can’t  have  him !    you  can’t .    i’ll  die  before  i’ll  let  you  kill  him .  ”
“  i  seen  the  messenger  and  i  know  i  ain’t  burdened  with  the  enemy .  ”
“  my  blood  is  true  ,    i’ve  sipped  at  the  fountain  and  borne  the  pain  and  marks  of  salvation .   ”
“  you  ain’t  gonna  take  my  baby  ,    you  ain’t  ...    ain’t  ...    ”
“  get  a  doctor !  ”
“  doctor !  ”
“  we  lost  her .    we  need  to  leave  ,    now .  ”
“  she’s  dead  ,    gone .    there  was  nothing  we  could  do .  ”    
“  minimal  footprint .  ”
“  i  realized  too  late  i  was  operating  above  my  security  clearance .  ”
“  are  you  sure  she  was  dead ?  ”
“  yeah  ,    case  closed .  ”
“  it’s  sad .  ”
“  still  ,    i  gotta  get  home .    i  said  i’d  be  there .  ”
“  you’re  a  good  dad  ...    you  always  take  care  of  your  girl .  ”
“  _____ !    you  home ?!  ”
“  you  work  for  us  now .  ”
“  we  didn’t  find  dick .  ”
“  there  we  go  ,    my  child .    every  last  drop  of  salvation .    your  children  are  waiting  for  you  in  heaven .  ”
“  god  does  not  pour  half  measures .  ”
“  the  storm  is  abating .    all  these  undeserved  blessings .  ”
“  he’s  still  not  answering .  ”
“  send  people  to  his  house .  ”
“  they’ve  been  feeding  _____  information .  ”
“  that’s  no  good .  ”
“  i’d  put  my  money  on  _____ .  ”
“  if  we  find  him  ,    i’ll  put  electrodes  on  _____ .  ”
“  how  many  bodies  we  looking  at ?  ”
“  hundreds .    it’ll  take  us  days  to  get  them  all  sorted .  ”
“  lot  of  these  local  corpses  show  signs  of  cyanide  poisoning .  ”
“  god  damn  this  guy’s  heavy  ...    ”
“  that  doesn’t  look  like  cyanide .  ”
“  yeah  ,    a  lot  of  them  got  creative  about  dying .  ”
“  took  a  lot  of  what  killed  her  to  get  the  job  done .  ”
“  last  name  sounds  like  a  crustacean  you’re  not  supposed  to  eat .  ”
“  how  did  you  know ?  ”
“  he  was  supposed  to  be  making  sure  they  didn’t  find  this  place .  ”
“  we  got  one  breathing  here !  ”
“  ‘ and  i  only  am  escaped  alone  to  tell  thee . ’  ”
“  is  that  from  wrath  of  khan ?  ”
“  it’s  actually  book  of  job  ,    by  way  of  moby  ...    ”
“  i  know  what  it  is  ,    you  don’t  have  to  try  and  impress  me .  ”
“  well  ,    holy  shit .  ”
“  his  eyes  are  all  pupil .    completely  catatonic .  ”
“  we  need  to  dig  in  his  head .    don’t  be  gentle .  ”
“  they  rarely  are .  ”
“  there’s  blood  on  the  walls .    looks  like  something  was  written  and  smeared  away .  ”
“  what  do  you  want  to  do ?  ”
“  actually  ,    no .    do  me  a  favor  and  find  his  corpse  ,    because  if  he’s  still  alive  ,    he’s  fucking  dangerous .  ”
“  where’s  _____ ?  ”
“  you’re  asking  the  wrong  question .  ”
“  i’ll  still  help  you  find  the  answer  ,    but  you’ll  need  to  trust  me .  ”
“  dead  ,    twice .  ”
“  how  about  you  just  tell  me  whatever  it  is  you  want  to  tell  me .  ”
“  it’s  not  surprising  religion  would  be  such  an  effective  delivery  mechanism .  ”
“  gods  communicating  with  men  ,    gods  dividing  themselves  into  components  that  men  could  understand .    a  trinity .  ”
“  in  the  name  of  the  father  ...    and  of  the  son  ...    and  of  the  holy  spirit .    amen .  ”
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hewwocopter · 3 years
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Bros. Here’s a little taste of what I write when I’m not writing fanfiction, but rather my own original works. I wrote this at the end of 2019, so my writing is bound to be different than it is now, but I think you guys will get a kick out of it!
Also, all my two brain cells are spent on writing fanfiction.
Two McFricking Idiots
Sam and Cheyenne go to the mall.
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Sam was bored.
Scratch that, he was extremely bored. Sam isn’t sure that he’s ever felt this bored before, but hey, there’s a first time for everything.
Like that one time he nailed Chicky in the face with a pie? Sure she nearly beat the crap out of him but it was totally worth her reaction. He’d pay to see her get hit in the face again.
Preferably with him ten miles away when that happens of course...
Sam groaned and flopped onto his back, staring up at the sky. He was in a park under a tree, laying in the grass. Cheyenne was sitting next to him staring into space (he could tell she was just as bored as he was). It was mostly void of people as it was too hot for anyone to spend their spare time sweating all over the grass.
Unless they were total idiots.
Which that description fit Sam and Chey perfectly.
Which was why they were here.
Actually, the main reason they were starting to form into puddles of fur and flesh was because Chicky had kicked them out of the house. Apparently, she couldn’t handle a little prank! Who cares if the house was on fire, they could just get another!
Chey looked over at him. “First time?”
“If you don’t stop making meme references I will be forced to skin you alive.”
The cat stopped and stared at him. “But you love meme references, man.”
Sam groaned. “Not if it’s a hundred degree weather and I’m too hot to care about anything right now!” He threw his arms up in the air and let them fall to the ground in defeat. “There’s gotta be something we can do about this.”
”Well, we can either take our fur off which would be incredibly painful, or we can go back to the h-e-double-hockey-sticks which is our house. Which is in flames right now.” She stopped and flicked her ear up. “I can still hear the sirens from the fire trucks, actually.”
Sam snorted. “And my mixtape.”
Chey let out a laugh. “Heyyy! There we go! You’re getting back into the meme spirit already! Although that meme has been dead for like, a year man.”
“Nyehhh. I’m too hot to care.” Sam rolled back onto his stomach, muffling his words into the grass.
There wasn’t much to say after that, so the two sat in silence. An occasional breeze blew into their sweat matted fur, which was blissful for Sam.
After a few minutes, Sam shot straight back up, startling Chey.
“We have to do something!”
“You said that five minutes ago.”
“This time it’s for real. I’m getting sick and tired of this heat,” He stood up, legs tingly from sitting down for so long. “I’m going to get some daggone AC.”
Chey hummed, as though entertaining his thoughts. “That doesn’t sound too bad, actually... where would we go, though?”
Sam smiled, looking down at her. “The store. They’ve got some ice cream and stuff there, duh.”
“That’s a fantastic idea and all, but weren’t we banned from all stores within a twenty mile radius of our house?”
“...”
“...”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about....”
A deadpan look. “You were going around the fish section at the grocery, dumping out the fish tanks yelling ‘BE FREE, MY FISH CHILDREN! BE FREE!’”
“I was releasing them from their captivity! And you’re not so innocent either! You were there with me, helping me dump out the tanks!”
“Hey! I’m not about to deny a free snack when I see one!”
“...Fair.”
Chey huffed. “Aight. Good thing we came to an agreement.”
“...Uh huh.”
More silence.
“Remember that one time at Taco Bell where we harassed the employees?”
“Wait, which time? There was that one where you pelted a jerk with Mild Sauce packets and the other where you flipped over three tables before you had to be forcibly removed from the premises.”
Sam piped in. “Hey- don’t forget about when you made their soda fountain explode!”
“Ahh, good times, good times.”
“Yyyyep.”
For what seemed like horrible pacing and a long time, they sat there reminiscing about their shenanigans.
“Wanna go to the mall?”
“Frick yeah.”
The two preteens (although they very much did not look like preteens) walked down the tile floor of the mall through the crowd of people. Some looked down and recognized them from their previous... adventures, wisely stepping out of their way.
Pff. Weenies.
There was a wide variety of smells, some varying from delicious foods to even MORE delicious foods. It made Cheyenne’s mouth water. Maybe they could go to the pretzel stand at some point...
They were walking past the generic toy shop when Sam stopped abruptly. “Here!”
Chey looked up at the store, then peered inside of it. There were children bounding around from one display to another, begging their parents to get one.
“Here?”
“I can feel it. There is something in there... it’s... it’s drawing me towards it.”
“You said that at Taco Bell when you snuck into their kitchen and ate their entire supply of nacho fries… which you remember how well that ended, but let’s go anyway.”
“Heck yeah.”
Without further ado, they stepped inside.
Some of the parents took one look at them and dropped the toy they were holding, picked up their child,, and left. One of them even hoisted their daughter over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She hadn’t even paid for the doll that the kid was holding.
Well, that was somewhat uncalled for. They hadn’t even done anything yet!
“Sam, what did you say about...?” She trailed off when she saw that the anthropomorphic boy was gone.
She looked around the store, seeing a brunette robot- lady- whatever she was, holding a nerf machine gun. When the lady turned, she was holding the item with a malicious grin as well as a glint in her eyes. Chey stepped back, opting to look for Sam.
“Oh. My. God.”
“Sam?”
“CHEY LOOK I FOUND HIM!”
“Him?” Chey frowned as she rounded the display with a yellow mouse wearing sunglasses and holding a machine gun on it. Behind it, Sam was hugging a box in his arms.
“Wassat?”
“Our child.”
“...What.”
“Hear me out, Chey.”
“You have a few seconds to explain to me why you’re hugging a water gun, before we get kicked out of the store.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Chey could see the store cashier nervously hiding behind the counter, presumably calling for security. They hadn’t. Even. Done anything yet! Give them a break!!
“This... this is no water gun, Chey. He’s special. I can feel it.”
“You’re hugging the box, so, yeah, I guess you can feel it...”
“Nonono! I can FEEL. IT. This water gun- he’s destined for greatness! And that’s with us!”
Chey could hear the footsteps of the security guards coming their way. “Sam...”
“C’mon, Chey! Pleeeease?”
One look into those puppy dog eyes- those dang eyes- had Chey caving in. “Fine, man! Let’s pay for it and get the heck outta here.”
At that moment, the guards stepped into the store. Parents and their kids were looking around confusedly, until their eyes laid on the sight that was Chey and Sam. Another mother picked up her son, hauled him over her shoulders like sandbags, and booked it out of there.
Goodness.
Sam was already on it, though. He jumped and grabbed Chey with his tail, dragging her towards the entrance. She barely had time to throw the money at the cashier, who was cowering behind the counter.
They were met with resistance of course, but Sam was prepared. Somehow the water gun had made it out of the box, and Sam whacked the guard in the face with it.
“VIBE CHECK!”
Another smack, the guard letting out curses as Sam cackled wildly. He let go of Chey and they bolted into the main area of the mall. People were scattering as soon as they saw the two hellions make their way towards the foot court.
One of the guards behind them yelled out. “Oi! Get back-! You’re not supposed to be here!”
Sam, being the entity of chaos he was, ignored the men and went straight for the tables. Chey resisted the urge to groan as he slid under them, knocking them over (while people were still eating at them no less) in an effort to... well, Chey had no idea what he was doing, actually.
Chey shook her head as she sidestepped fallen chairs and the mess of food that littered the floor. Sam was up ahead of her, crashing into more tables and chairs.
The normal noisy chatter of the food court soon became loud yelling and screaming as the customers tried to avoid the onslaught of the entity that was Sam. There was no escape, however. Chey had learned that the hard way.
“SAM!”
Somehow, somehow- Sam had spawned a sock in his hand. He held the water gun in the other, while spinning the sock in circles uncontrollably. There was something at the end of it, and oh g-
More tables went down as the sock knocked them over. It hit people too, socking some in the stomach as they fell down in defeat. The boy(?) left a trail of fallen tables and people behind him as he continued his escape.
Chicky was going to murder them...
Although, this scenario has happened many times before. Why would it be any different this time? Eh, they’d live.
...Hopefully.
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peachyunjinnie · 4 years
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❝dear dori...❞ lmh ― f.
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you find a stray cat, and as the kitten rushed outside, she ran to the coffee shop to reunite with her owner and the barista minho.
barista!minho/female!reader | fluff | 1.9k ↬ content warnings: -
a/n: had this idea and it seemed so cute and soft. also this is for @mikoto-ica-fics​. i think the threesome will be the worst fic ever and the most time eating shit but i am working on it!  <3
plus for the other two minho stans i know uwu @mini-meanhoe​ & @nightshade-minho​
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“Go! Go back!” I said to this thing following me, for a good 20 minutes straight. The fast walking of it scared me even more than I usually does. Yes, I am scared of cats, but here I am going home but this cat is not going to leave me. 
“Come one! Go!” I tried and tried, but this kitty is not going to leave me alone. With another look at this cat, I saw that it has no collar. This cat is no way older than a year and is just going around the dark streets of Seoul? 
The broken sounds of this probably exhausted and tired kitten was echoing in my ears. I looked back at this cat, deciding if this cat looks hungry or just having a walk, maybe this cat just wants to annoy me. Gladly my house was just in this area. I got inside but before I could do anything this little thing just stalks in my apartment. Just walking right past me and making itself comfortable on my small couch. I quickly went up to the kitten and started to freak out since there were no animals allowed in here.
“Hey, little kitty. I know you are probably very tired and just want to sleep a bit in a warm place but I wi- Wow I am talking to this cat.” I interrupted myself mid-sentence. 
The meows of this stray cat was translated into a simple and easy ‘let me sleep and shut up’. I couldn’t keep this thing in here. What if someone sees this cat? what if this cat attacks me? what if its owner is searching for this cat? So many questions but sadly no answers.
I decided to close the door and just leave her here for tonight. I couldn’t really do anything else than that, so I got out a plastic bowl and filled it with some tuna. I heard a loud grunt from the cat as it agreed to my decision of the food choice.
The small paws of the cat was visible around the corner as it came towards me and my heart began to beat faster. Even though I made some food for this stranger, doesn’t mean I will stop being scared of this thing.
“G-Go to the couch!” I once again talked with a cat. I shook my head as this cat came closer and closer. I stood completely still and closed my eyes as this kitten stroked against my leg, my knees trembling hardly. What have I gotten myself into? Why am I like this? But the much bigger question is why is this kitty so calm and relaxed?
The purrs of the kitten was vibrating on my leg and my foot. The sound calming me down instantly. I opened my eyes again and peeked down. The cats expression was something in between ‘give me the goddamn food already’ and ‘calm down, im not gonna eat you’. I instantly relaxed a bit from the softness and the fluffiness of this little curled up ball.
I kneeled down and carefully touched the head of this little thing, still having a little distance. My shaking hands caressing this kitten. I couldn't believe how I was doing what I was doing, but it seemed so easy and...kind of good.
The purring and the vibration was getting louder. The cat was falling down my hand and just pushed itself to me, shocked of how desperate this kitty really was to be pet was not what i was expecting.
"You are tired...aren't you." I said more to myself, starring at the weak and already closed eyes. I couldn't tell if this cat is like that because it is tired or if this kitten really accepts me. I shook my head, trying to get all lf this out of my head and put the tuna down.
The instant standing up from the cat scared me and I stumbled backwards to the counter. The kitty couldn't care less and ate the food in a matter of seconds. I was shocked by the fast pace of this kittens eating and I stepped back and watched the bowl get emptier and emptier. How can this little thing eat so much and so fast? Well, at least a thing we had in common.
I shrugged my shoulders and walked to my bed to finally lie down. This day at uni was awfully hard, geometry and math quite literally killed me in every single way. Inhale exhale, enjoying this little moment of peace and silence. Not being trapped in the noisy traffic and just escaping this busy city that is Seoul.
I let the door opened and there was this kitty standing at the door frame, staring at me with a tilted head. I don’t know what to do or how to process this cat that has now eaten is strutting to my bed.
“Oh boy.” 
“Meow.” The kitty hasn’t meowed once yet and this sound scared the living shit out of me. 
“Come on. Go to the couch!” The cat didn’t seem to care about my anxiety rising and just jumped up the bed.
“Go!” She lay down and rolled around on her back, her paws in the air and her playful eyes fixed on me. I saw the little eyes shining and the pupils being small, which meant that she is relaxed...right?
I took my hand and stroked the kitten a little. The purring of the cat became louder and the soft 'meow' was less loud than the other one. The cat stretched out to me and closed its eyes for a little rest. My hand patted her automatically and I lay down again to rest also like the cat.
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"No, I did not. Can I please have Nara's transport box?" I asked my sister on the phone, begging to use her
"Y/N, why don't you call animal services? They could help you better than I could."
"I don't want to. I don't want to leave this kitten to those people. I'll go to Mom's and drop her off. She wanted a cat."
"You're seriously giving this kitten to our mother?"
"What else can I do? I myself am afraid of cats and I'll have nervous breakdowns if it meows or moves or even exists in my presence."
"Come on, give it a try. You can bring her to me and I'll take care of her." "You mean it?"
"Yeah, you can't have her with you and I don't want her with Mom." "Why not?"
"Because I know Mom, and she can use everything right now, but not a pet." With that she hung up and a notification came up from a text from her.
‘I’ll be here in 10.‘
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A loud knock on the door after I was just done cleaning up the messy kitchen echoed through the apartment. I saw paws hushing to the door and loud scratching noises, trying to know who was having the audacity to interrupt the nap of this stranger kitten.
I stopped mopping the kitchen floor and tried to get to the doorknob to open it somehow. What was interesting is that this cat did not look at me or acknowledged me standing there. The tail was wiggling and I was feeling my angst rise and my hand shake. I opened the door quickly and the cat just rushed outside to the streets. Me and my sister had a moment of staring at each other and not knowing what to do now.  One or two seconds have passed and my sister reflex has kicked in better than mine, as she sprinted after the cat and I stuck to the ground and waited for my brain to process the situation. 
I quickly realized the situation and ran off to catch my sister in this sprint. I saw her hair blowing in the wind of her fast pace and the shadow of the cat that was chasing something quickly. After the 10 minutes I could finally see that the cat was getting slower but after 15 minutes the cat has crossed the road and entered a coffee shop. 
“A coffee shop?? Really?” I asked and was clearly as confused as my sister was at the moment. How could this cat just run for 25 minutes and then casually walk inside a coffee shop with no hesitation at all. 
“This cat is as weird as you are, Y/N.” She laughed, well she tried to laugh even though she is kind of having an asthma attack at the moment.
I stepped inside the coffee shop and was still breathing hardly and was greeted by a very floral and very well decorated. The pretty and visibly pleasing to look at cafe was something between what I would imagine heaven would look like if you would think that heaven was a white and pink and blue paradise. I was instantly calmed down by the pastel colors. The chairs and tables were in a purple warm tone that melted well into the scheme of the place. I was greeted with 2 customers who were each sitting on the end of the room and were minding their business. I walked up to the one barista that was working there. He had brown hair and the prettiest brown eyes, the brightest beaming smile on his face and as I got closer to the counter I saw this little ball of fluff curled up in his arms.
“Oh- Sorry. Do you want to orde-” He started but noticed my big eyes on this kitten, not leaving the sight of it and the kitten escaping his clutches to go on the counter to stroke towards me to push it’s head on my hand that was resting on the hard wooden table. 
“W-Wow, do you know my little Dori?” He smiled and exposed his beaming smile. I couldn’t tell if my world was turning or if I was feeling dizzy. I couldn’t stop starring at his beautiful facial features. I couldn’t keep my gaze from him and stop starring at this stranger that I do not know at all but this magical feeling this man gave me, was absolutely and undeniably the nearest example I could give for love at first sight.
And it seemed that he was doing the exact same with me, scanning me and not looking at me. He was looking through me and straight stared into my soul. My god, I couldn’t tell you if I was dumb or if time and gravity has stopped for a minute. 
“N-No, this cat h-has followed me and I fed her and let her sleep at my pl-place.” I stuttered and never left my gaze from his deep brown eyes that were forming into an eye smile.
“Wo-Wow. That is so nice of you. I was looking for her last night- Can I maybe g-get you something to drink? It’s my last shift a-and we could-” He was as nervous as I was but I couldn’t help but smile hard from the tint that came onto his face.
“Of course, My name is Y/N. By the way.” I smiled at his eyes not knowing where to look at. My face heating up as well and my smile not losing it’s intensity.
“I am Minho.”
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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years
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Something Just Like This - CH26
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.
Warnings: Angst and aw fluff and angst again.
WC: 3463
A/N: Please, if you want to be tagged for the rest of the series, let me know.
SERIES MASTERLIST
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The ride in the ambulance is bumpy and loud. The beeping of machines that keep Y/N alive are noisy and she has a pipe down her throat. Dean’s holding her hand to stop his own from shaking. He’s still crying, the tears drip down the tip of his nose, drops onto the stretcher she’s lying on.
They arrive and Dean follows them as they wheel her in, running through doors until he isn’t allowed to go any further. And it’s hard. Hard for someone who lives in illegality to follow rules and boundaries. It takes everything in him not to burst through that door and go into surgery with her. 
Dean rakes both hands through his hair before crashing his fist against the wall. It hurts. But it’s not nearly enough. Not enough to take the fucking pain away.
He slumps down into the next chair he can find and covers his face with his hand. 
“Dean!” 
At the mention of his name, Dean looks up to see Cas walking towards him. The man sits down next to him wordlessly. Neither of them said a word after.
Dean doesn’t really know how long they have been sitting there. It felt like hours, days — fucking years.
“Do you want me to call Sam?” 
“Huh?” Dean jerks his head up and tilts his face to the side to be reminded that Cas’ still here. “No,” Dean says, and then adds, “No, I don’t need him to worry about this life anymore.”
This life. His life.
That’s no way to live, he once told her.
If it wasn’t for this life, he wouldn’t be here. Y/N wouldn’t have been shot. 
This life sucks.
“Do you,” Dean starts, “Do you sometimes think how your life would be if you wouldn’t be doing what you’re doing?”
Cas breathes out, “All the time.” And then he adds, “But I also see the good in it. If I wouldn’t be doing all this, I wouldn’t have met you and the rest of the family. It’s not the life that makes it good. It’s the people in it.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t have met her either.” Dean agrees. “But I still want out.”
“And we’ll get there. Just give it time.”
Dean closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall. He doesn’t know how much time has passed but when he opens his eyes again, Cas’s standing there with a steaming plastic cup of coffee in his hand.
He takes the cup out of Cas’ hand, realizes that his own hands are still bloody, “Thanks.”
“How is she?” Cas jerks his head towards the door they are not allowed to go through. 
It’s the first time Cas asks about Y/N. He’s considerate. Probably gave Dean time to process before he dared to ask. Dean knows and appreciates it.
“Emergency surgery.” Dean’s voice is small. “She still had a pulse when we arrived, apparently it’s a good sign.” He only hopes it’s enough to keep her the fuck alive.
Cas nods and Dean empties his coffee. They sit in silence some more until someone in scrubs comes out of the forbidden door.
“Are you the one who was with the patient? Dean Winchester?”
Dean stands up too fast, his head’s spinning. He pinches his nose and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before he manages to answer. “Yeah.”
“She just woke up and asked to see you. I’ll get the papers ready and will be rolling her to her room, if you can just wait a couple of minutes?”
“Yeah, sure.” Dean’s unable to feel his own heart beating. Maybe it stopped. He watches the woman walk towards the door where the reception is situated.
She’s alive.
She’s— fuck. Dean’s heart is beating out of his chest.
“Uh, Dean?”
He turns around to see Cas still in his seat. “Huh?”
“Yeah, uh, you might wanna wash your face and hands.”
“Yeah.” Dean says and walks towards the door he’s not allowed to go through.
“The other way.” Cas says.
“Yeah, I know.” Dean answers, he is breathing hard, feels nauseous all of a sudden.
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  Y/N vision is still blurry and her throat hurts from something they rammed down there. It makes her cough and every time she does, her wound starts to hurt. She tilts her head to the side, sees Dean talking to the doctor before he walks towards her. 
She can detect a small smile on his face but the rest of it hangs in a dark cloud. His bow tie hangs loose around his neck on either side, the top three buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned and his jacket is missing. It’s weird how she can detect small details like this just short out of surgery but her ability to see details is logged in her brain.
“Hey,” He says and kneels down to brace his elbows on her bed, his fingers brush away at the hair on her forehead.
“Hi,” Her voice is scratchy.
“You’re alive.” He kisses her cheek and she really wishes that he would climb into bed and hold her. Wishes for him to blanket her in with his body, make her wake up from this surreal dream.
“Yeah.” She nods to that.
“I’m sorry,” He whispers, takes her hand in his and kisses it. She breaks away from his hand to brush at the tear that rolls down his cheek. 
“Don’t be.” 
“They said you’ll be okay. You were shot below the clavicle, it’s a clean wound. You can go home in a couple of days.”
“Ugh.” Y/N groans out. “I hate hospitals.”
Dean chuckles at that, “Well let me see what I can do with my money to get you home sooner.”
“Stop spending money on me, Dean.”
“I already dropped two hundred thousands, what’s a little more?” He leans down, kisses her forehead.
She doesn’t ask about Cain. Already knows what probably happened. She wants to forget it. Wants to erase it from her mind.
“Dean, I’m tired.” She says instead of asking about Cain, because it’s true. She feels the strain of the surgery, the enormous amount of painkillers that’s still pumping into her body. 
“That’s okay. Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up, alright?” 
“You don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to.”
She doesn’t remember a lot but she remembers Dean stroking her head until she fell asleep.
 ***
 Y/N wakes up again to see Dean sitting at a desk in her hospital room. It’s a different room than she fell asleep in. This one is more spacious, has a big couch and a little desk, a table that seats four, off to a wall. But it’s still a hospital room nonetheless. The coziness of it doesn’t change the fact that it’s still ugly and sterile. She hates hospitals. Ugh.
Dean’s working on his laptop, typing out something with a crease between his eyebrows. He’s changed too, is wearing something else. Something with less blood on it but he still looks like a walking billboard ad, except that his scruff is slowly and surely turning into a beard.
She likes that. Likes how much softer he looks with a beard.
Sitting up a little, she also sees that she’s in a different bed. It’s slightly bigger than the one she was in before. She watches Dean work for a while, he’s so deep into his work and lost in concentration that he doesn’t even notice that she’s been awake.
Tilting her head to the side, she looks out the window, they’re quite high up, the next high rise is still towering over them, though. 
There’s a bouquet of flowers on the table next to her bed, her phone is also there, connected to a charger and there’s a jug and a glass filled with water. Next to it, are pain meds. She looks down on herself, sees that she’s still in an ugly hospital gown that probably has her backside wide open.
Ugh.
Her throat feels awfully dry so she reaches out her hand for the glass. Her hands are still a little shaky, and it takes her two tries to finally be able to grab it. Gently, she puts it to her lips, tilts the glass and takes a sip. Setting the glass back again, she flinches at the pain. Y/N turns her attention back to Dean to see him leaning back in his seat and watching her with a grin on his face. 
“Hi,” She blushes a little because how can she not.
Dean stands up and strolls towards her, his hands in his pants pockets. The smile grows bigger the closer he gets and she forgot how pretty he can be. My god, he’s beautiful. The light makes his freckles stand out. 
His eyes are still a little red rimmed. Because he cried, she thinks. Feels guilty because she didn’t want to make him cry. It wasn’t her intention. 
He sits on the side of her bed, bends down to kiss her forehead. “Hi,” He says when he sits back up. His hands leave his pockets, and one of them is holding her hand while the other one is stroking her cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been shot at.” She says, grinning a little and Dean rolls his eyes. 
He chuckles at her joke before he pulls himself together. “I was able to move you into a private suite.”
“I don’t even wanna ask how you did that.”
He snorts, “Well, in my defense, it wasn’t me, even if I want to take all the credit for it. It’s actually Crowley who pulled the strings.” And then he goes on, “Anyway, the flowers are from Sam and Jess.” 
“Oh,”
“Yeah,” Dean groans. “Ew, they don’t know you at all.” 
“No, that’s actually nice.”
Dean raises an eyebrow, “So, you accept flowers from everyone else but you don’t want flowers from me, got it.”
She laughs, but that’s a bad idea because it hurts and she flinches, “I just don’t want you to spend money on things that won’t last.”
Dean nods, letting her words sink in but he doesn’t say anything further, instead he looks around before he begins to speak again. “I got Cas to go get things from home. He brought you your phone and a set of clothes for you to change into when you get released.”
“You haven’t been home yourself?”
“No.” 
“Oh,” She says, “And Cuddles?”
“Cas.”
“He’s allergic.”
Dean laughs, “Yeah, I know.”
“Oh my god, poor guy.” 
“Cuddles or Cas?”
She thinks about it. “Probably both.”
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  On the fourth day she gets released. Dean had to pull some strings, because she can only be released when all the criteria are met. He quickly employs a nurse and with the help of Sergei, they will be good to go soon.
She walks around in her hospital gown, muttering something while he’s packing his things. 
“Sweetheart, what is it?” Dean zips up his laptop bag, walks to sit on the bed and guides her to stand between his thighs. 
“Cas.”
“Cas?” Dean frowns.
“Have you seen his choice of clothes?”
Dean’s doing his best to bite back a laugh, it’s not really working and she stares him down. 
“I’m sorry,” Dean says, “He probably had good intentions.”
“Dean, a glittery tube dress is not how I wanna dress to go home. Well, at least he brought leggings? So yay?”
He’s still grinning like an idiot, he knows that, but how can he not, she’s cute when she’s upset. “Well, to be fair, I gave him an earful myself when I saw it but he said that he just wanted for you to not use your shoulders too much while getting in and out of shirts.”
Y/N lowers her head, and he knows that she probably rethinks her options. “I’m really thinking about going home with that gown.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Dean chimes in and it’s the first time that he dares to touch her, touch her ass, and it’s exciting. He missed it, missed the feeling of her flesh underneath the palm of his hands. She hasn’t been wearing underwear and he skids his hands over her bottom, rests it on the small of her back. “It’s easy access.”
If looks could kill, he’ll be dead.
“I can offer you a shirt.” He says, tries to make her comfortable. 
“Please,” She whines, and he has to grin at that. He kisses her and stands up to walk over to his overnight bag, fishes out a shirt, he doesn’t have a new one left but an old one will do just fine. Besides, he likes her smelling like him, too. So, it’s kind of a win-win situation they got here.
He gets back to the bed, shirt in hand, guides her back between his legs and strips her off her gown, lets it fall to the floor. Bad idea, he thinks, because she’s standing there naked and he can’t help it. Is already half hard just by looking at her. 
“Maybe I have to mention that Cas didn’t bring you new underwear.”
“Of course he didn’t.” 
“I told him not to because I can’t stand the thought of him going through your panties and bras.” He adds, as he let her slip into his shirt. She’s flinching a little. 
Dean buttons up the shirt and pulls her forward, both hands on her hips. “You’re as beautiful as ever.” He says, purses his lips into a grin and there’s a small smile on her face, a hint of pink in her cheeks.
“Okay,” He says, “Now we should wear pants before I’m doing something I’m not supposed to.”
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  A flock of nurses were standing in front of her hospital room when Dean and Y/N walked out. It’s like they’ve been waiting to get a look at Dean. He is clearly the star here because since she woke up, there’s always someone coming to knock at their door and ask Dean if he needs anything when it’s her who’s recovering from an injury. She can’t blame them though. He’s really easy on the eye.
He holds all his things in one hand while he has one arm around her. He looks like he’s been struggling with the load and she told him that he can walk twice but apparently, Dean Winchester doesn’t take two trips.
 *
 Back at home, Cuddles is lying next to her on the bed while Dean takes his laptop to bed and works from there. He doesn’t say anything, and it seems like he doesn’t mind that Cuddles is in their bed, but she guesses it’s just a temporary thing he tolerates because she’s not fully recovered yet. Dean makes some calls too, keeping his voice low as not to be a big disruption, but she’s still too knocked out from pain meds to listen to it anyway. She tunes the voices out, strokes Cuddles until she falls asleep.
The next morning Dean wakes her up with coffee and a tray of breakfast. “You have to eat before taking those pills, sweetheart.” He says and sits down next to her, back leaning against the headboard. He watches her eat in silence but he has his phone in his hand and was thumbing and typing away on it.
She guesses it’s about that big thing and decides to bluntly ask him about it, “How’s work going? Is that big thing still on?”
He pauses from staring at his phone screen. “Yeah,” He looks at her then, “We’re figuring out details.”
“When is it?”
Dean grins, “You shouldn’t be thinking about it. It’ll hurt your pretty head.” And in another breath he says, “It’s still gonna be a couple of months, but we’re getting there.”
And then, it’s like a dam broke in him and he starts to tell her everything. She got to know more than she bargained for. He’s telling her about the whole operation, who’s involved, how they are doing it, how much money he's gonna be making. He asks her for her opinions, too. 
“Do you think it’ll work out?” 
She thinks, and it might have been a longer pause than she’d anticipated. She wants to help him, wants so much for him to be happy but she also wants to please Linda. Why can’t she have both?
“Have you thought about a decoy?” She asks him and he looks at her like she’s crazy. 
“What do you mean?”
“It’s just risky to me if you put everything on this operation, and it’s illusive to think that someone won’t interfere with it, is all.” She shrugs and sees Dean scratch at his scruff, which he has trimmed this morning, as if he thinks that there’s some truth behind her words.
“I need to make a call.” He then says, kisses the top of her head. “I’ll be right back.”
 *
 He draws her a bath later, carries her to the tub, undresses them both and helps her in before he follows her. He leans against the tub, lets her sit between his thighs and lean her head back onto his chest. She still has a plastic bandage on her chest and Dean’s careful not to get it wet.
“How are you feeling?” He asks as he sits there and lets her wash herself. She wanted it that way, feels a little weirded out at the thought that Dean has to wash her. 
She finishes and leans back, wonders if he’s not grossed out by stewing with her in her filth. “Good. Much better, actually. How long did they say that I had to rest?” 
“At least another week.”
“Ugh.”
Dean snorts, “Yeah. But I’m here along the way.”
They get out with him carrying her over the ledge because he’s too afraid of her slipping out and falling down. He gets into the showers with her, rinsing off the bathwater and she sees that he’s hard. 
“Do you need help with that?” She asks, a smirk on her face.
He raises an eyebrow. “Stop staring, I’m trying to be good.”
She shrugs. “I mean, I can.”
Dean lets out a frustrated groan and gets out to wrap himself into a towel before holding one out for her. 
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 Y/N’s been at home for four days now and is feeling significantly better. She could drop one of her pain killers, and Sergei is very happy with the healing of the wound. She’s now able to hold things in her right hand again, like her phone, or a pencil and she’s back to drawing, too.
She wants to call Linda, tell her what’s going on but she’s never had a minute to herself. Dean’s always present and as much as she likes that he’s been so attentive, she also needs space to breathe. So when he comes to the bedroom with Crowley on the other line and asks her if it was okay when he goes out for a meeting, she might be too enthusiastic with her reply that it was more than okay. The crease between his eyebrows grows but then she adds that he please bring back something from Bobby’s, his face lights up again, pleased that she has found her appetite. 
After Dean had left, she waited for another twenty minutes, just to be extra sure. 
Linda picks up at the second ring. “Y/N?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” 
“My god, I was worried. I haven’t heard anything for over a week! What happened? Are you alright? Is everything okay? Is this a hostage situation I have to get you out of?”
“Linda, first of all. Can you calm down? Your questions are hurting my head!”
“Sorry,” 
Y/N takes a deep breath before she begins to tell Linda about everything. Everything from the day she made the deal with Linda until the present day. And Linda listens for once, doesn’t interrupt her and her train of thought.
“Will you be able to hold your part of the deal?” Linda asks at last, after she spoke out her concern for Y/N’s wellbeing. 
“Yes.” 
“Okay, I have already started to set everything in place for the due date. You said it’s gonna be a couple of months, right?”
“Yeah.” 
“Good. I still have time to make final arrangements. I’ll text you further instructions and coordinates once it’s final.”
“Good.”
“Take care, Y/N. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
She hangs up, throws her phone away and buries her face in her pillow. She tries not to cry, doesn’t want Dean to see that she’s been crying because he always knows when she did. It’s annoying really. 
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[ prompts used ]
** again, one day I’m going to sit down and locate every single list I used to write all these one shots. Credit to the amazing prompt makers on the internet, I love you guys.  The plot / the unnamed OC belong to me.**
Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap + heavy making out/dry humping + after an injury - of the emotional sort + chair sex - almost happened but did not + calming the other’s anger with sex + locker room - technically, it’s the bar room set from backstage, but.. We’re making it work darn it.  - ( bonus points, kayfabe is real… for the angst.) 
[ warnings ]
18+ only. All children, hit the bricks. Go play outside. Something. You know the drill. Swearing, sex - of the unprotected variety, semi public setting, angsty / hurt comfort -if you squint and I did my job right (probably not lmao), biting, body fluids, slight body image issues ( Oc is curvy bc OC here is basically my ass with changes ) and hangman’s anxiety, ftw. Oh yeah, and alcohol is involved here. 
[ authors notes ]
Look, I really did like writing this, it was like a self-soothing thing for me. I’m lowkey proud of how this came. Things are gonna end on a bit of a cliffhanger, but... perhaps if people actually like it, I’ll find a way to continue it at some point. I wanted to give it an actual end, but honestly, this worked out better in my opinion... Anyway, yeah. if enough people shout at me to go somewhere with this, i just miiiight?!? 
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Adam Hangman Page x curvy!unnamed ofc, - it’s hinted at throughout.
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                                         D A R L I N’ - ADAM HANGMAN PAGE,
“Did you see where Hangman took off to?” my question was met with a scowl from his former friends. I glared right back at the group of them, arms folded over my chest, my foot tapping against the tiled floor, the soft click of my heels almost matched to the way my heart was about to beat right out of my chest at the moment.
“Does it look like we care?” Kenny started to ask the question but Matt nudged him, a warning look and the shake of his head. The two shared a look and then they both fixed their gaze on me. “Don’t know what good it’ll do, but he’s still down at the bar area. Typical.” Matt muttered the answer to my question quietly and I asked hesitantly,“Is he alone?”
“Yeah. As soon as the interviewer got what she needed and we spoke our piece, we bailed. Are you sure you wanna go down there right now?” Matt questioned and I didn’t bother with a reply, instead I wasted no time in taking off, glad to be out of their way.
“I cannot fucking believe he just stood there and let it happen.” I mutter mostly to myself as I shove open the door to the bar and peek into the room. The shattered mirror caught in the dim lighting above and Adam was sitting there, a bottle of Jack in front of him.
“Adam?” I called out to him, barely raising my voice above a whisper.
“Better if y’ go.” Adam didn’t even bother looking up from the half empty glass in front of him, choosing instead to raise the glass to his lips and finish it off, shaking his head a little as soon as he had.
I stepped into the room, shutting the door behind me and locking it softly. He tensed but he didn’t turn around. His fingers dug against the wooden bartop and he sighed quietly. The sound seemed to hang in the air.
Our eyes finally met in the mirror and when I saw the pain and frustration in his, I bit my lip, a hand raising from my hip to drag through my tall teased hair. 
My mouth opened and closed and he gave this bitter and quiet laugh. “If you’re gon’ lecture me right now, don’t.”
“I didn’t come to lecture you. For the record, what you did out there was pretty damn stupid, but honestly… I get it.” I found myself fidgeting under his intent gaze as it roamed my body. I tugged down the clingy black spaghetti strapped dress because of it. The air was getting thicker between us by the second. Rather than stand there and gawk at just how truly beautiful the man is, especially in a semi-darkened room with that angry gleam in his eyes, I fixed my eyes on the bottle of Jack and nodded to it. “Think you can spare some of your drink, cowboy?”
He eyed me, a brow raised. To prove that I was being serious and I had no intention to leave anytime soon, I settled down on the stool beside the one he’d been sitting on. I let the stiletto heeled boots on my feet settle to the floor with a quiet clank and I eyed him, finally reaching for the bottle on my own. As I twisted the cap off and poured the liquid within into both our glasses, I stared at him almost defiantly. Daring him to do anything to try and make me leave.
Rather than argue, he gave a tired flop onto the stool he’d been sitting on before I came in. After a few seconds of both of us drinking in silence, he spoke up.
“Didn’t you have some hot date tonight with a biker?” Adam asked the question through a tightly clenched jaw. He made it quite clear that he’d rather be alone right now, but I chose to ignore that.
The guy needed a friend right now.
,, sure. And this has absolutely nothing to do with your thing for him..” my brain scolded and yes, I chose to ignore that too.
I threw my head back and laughed. “Me? Right.”
“You said so earlier when I was in your chair gettin my hair tended to.” he spoke up again, a brow raised as his eyes met mine. Almost as if he were questioning not only why I was here, but whether he wanted me to stay or not. 
“Oh, yeah. I did.” I trailed off, muttering a soft “Fuck.” under my breath. Honestly, when I said it, I hadn’t actually thought he was paying me any kind of attention… Pretty much as usual.
My brow raised as soon as it sank in that he’d heard me and he hadn’t been sitting there with earbuds in. He hadn’t been as absorbed in his phone as I tended to think he always was. Before I had the courage required to ask him about anything else he might have heard me tell Stella Kay, I shoved it out of my head.
So he heard me tonight. Didn’t mean anything other than that. I reminded myself of that too. I shotgunned about half of the drink poured into my own glass and reached for the bottle again, but his hand shot out and he stared me down.
“I say you could come in and help yourself to my Jack?” Adam was still angry, I could hear it seething through in his tone when he spoke. It hurt. I didn’t know how to deal with Adam like this… Hurt and angry and confused, broken like the mirror in front of him.
,, to be fair, he did bring a little of this on himself.” my brain scolded again and again, I ignored it. He may have been going off the rails for the past few weeks, but this chain of events, at least in my eyes, that was all started by friends who teased and ignored him.. Made him feel like less when honestly, he was so much more than the lot of them combined. They may have started to try and change at the end, but by then, it was clearly too late. Adam was lost by that point, drowning in his own misery. And Adam lashed out. Or he started trying to.
“No, but… I’m thirsty, I’m obviously not going out with a biker tonight and I need it. You’re not the only one with problems, you know.” I pouted at him, shaking my wrist free so quickly and easily that it had him blinking a little, and I uncapped the bottle again, pouring myself a little more to top off.
“So I’m selfish on top of everythin’ else. Good to know.” the tone in his voice and the fact that he didn’t even bother meeting my gaze had me sighing and swearing, even rolling my eyes a little in frustration. Every part of me wanted to scream at the guy “No, but obviously you’re fucking blind and a little dense, because I’ve been trying to start conversations and stuff with you for weeks now.. I’ve tried to build you up when they were tearing you down, but you ignored it because it’s not what you wanted to hear.” - but I managed to keep that internal.
I didn’t want to kick him while he was already down. I care far too much about him to do that.
,, and maybe you want to be the one who makes him forget about tonight, even if it’s only a few hours. Says a lot about you.. Mainly how pathetic you are.” my brain was at it again, scolding me for what I wanted. And again, I ignored the noisy scolding thoughts.
Instead, I focused on the glass filled with amber liquid sitting in front of me. Circling my black tipped fingers around it’s edge as I just let my mind sort of wander and hoped to God that it’s wandering came back with some form of game plan beyond the one I’d had coming in here to find him. Because literally all that had been was getting to him. Because it hurts me to see him hurt. He’s a sweet guy. A good guy. ,, A guy you could love if only you weren’t so scared to reveal your feelings.” this time my brain was taunting me. If I never actually do anything about my feelings, I’ll never have the chance to know.
And maybe that internalized taunting was enough to make the remaining shred of any pride I had left snap in two.
“Adam.” I spoke up quietly, snapping my fingers lightly  at him to get his attention.
“What?” Adam answered, eyes locked on me and in a daze. I bit my lip and leaned in a little, smoothing a blond curl out of his eyes, letting my hand catch on the side of his face. Catching sight of the two of us in the shattered mirror out of the corner of my eye had me giving a soft smiling laugh and shaking my head.
Just the contrast there, me with my dark crimson lipstick and the little black dress and the dark hair… The curves and yet still somehow inherently plain to look at according to most. The grumpy demeanor most of the time, the dry wit and sarcasm that’s more than once left many an other man eviscerated in public..
 Him with the sunny blondish brown hair and the dancing baby blue eyes, the gentle words and rough hands.. The holes in his jeans and the boots on his feet..That big heart and all those good intentions.
My laughter had him raising a brow, of course. I shrugged and raised the bottle to my lips, keeping my eyes locked on him the entire time I did it. I still somehow managed to miss the way he was leaning into me, teeth tugging at his lower lip, eyes darting from mine to the bottle raised to my lips. Until he was reaching out and trying to drunkenly pull me from my stool to his lap. I nearly choked mid-swallow and laughed out, “What the hell are you doing right now? This stool is not gonna hold my thick ass and you, sir.” 
“Figured since you keep takin my damn bottle, woman..” Adam managed a weak smile that still somehow managed to completely light up the space we were in. He finally got me settled on his lap and I bit my lip, finding myself hyper-focused on his mouth.. The way his upper lip forms this little almost perfect little v. I must have been too obvious with my staring, because he cleared his throat and nodded to where I’d tossed my red covered cell phone.
Which was now playing Fiona Apple’s Criminal.. Which obviously meant it was ringing, shit, fuck, shit, fuck…
What Adam said next absolutely surprised me. And it proved just how little I knew about how much he might know about me. He chuckled and nodded to the now silent phone and after a second, he took the bottle from my hand and raised it to his own lips again. We were sitting so close by now that we nearly pressed together, despite all earlier voiced objections about my size and the stool being able to hold both of us up.
“Didn’t you sing that song when you were out with Allie one night?”
“I..” I wrinkled my forehead and thought about it, giving a sheepish laugh when I remembered. “Yeah, I did. It sounded like cats dying.”
“Didn’t.” Adam muttered, taking another sip from the bottle, staring me down intently. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, guiding the bottle away from his mouth and towards my own and I took a sip as he tilted the bottle a little to allow me to do so. After I swallowed the bitter liquid, I laughed softly. “I most certainly did, sir.”
“You like t’ argue.” Adam chuckled softly, cocking his head to the side slightly, still staring at me intently. His gaze moved from my eyes down to my mouth and I swallowed hard, licking my lips on instinct.
“I’ve heard that now and again, yeah.” I wiggled around on his lap a little, trying to get a more sturdy seat because I was trying to keep a conservative and safe distance between us, but that was making me nearly fall off his lap. 
He sat the bottle down and scooted the stool closer to the bar, putting my back into it. He was inching closer, little by little. “Why?” he asked quietly, his breath warm against my lips, almost brushing against them when he mumbled his question.
“Why what?” I answered his question with one of my own, barely restraining a whimper at the fact that suddenly, I wasn’t sitting on his knees anymore, suddenly I was… So much closer. 
Had I moved closer or had he moved me closer? Because I remembered his hands kind of resting at my hip but I’d honestly been so caught up in our back and forth -and the fact that it was actually, ya know, happening, that I didn’t remember him moving me. I pulled away from his face just slightly because our faces were so close that our lips nearly brushed every time one of us said something to the other.
“Why’d you come in here? I know it wasn’t just to drink up all my whiskey. Or maybe it was.” Adam’s usually thick accent was… Much thicker. A slow and easy drawl that had me getting wetter with each word he spoke. When he reached for the bottle again and nearly fell into me, my breath caught in my throat but I held the bottle up and put it behind me, where I thought it would be out of his reach. 
And after lightly grabbing at his stubbled jawline and guiding him to look at me, not down or around the empty room, I bit my lip and took several shaky breaths. I swear, I meant to go with an attempt at humor, but the look in his eyes, the raw pain there, I just… Couldn’t. 
When my mouth opened, the truth just started to pour out.
“You’re right. I d-didn’t come down h-here to drink all your booze. I don’t even l-like this shit, honestly. I p-prefer Tito’s tequila.” I stopped to breathe because my words were tumbling out and I just needed to figure out a way to put what I knew was going to come pouring out at any second.
But nothing came.
Actions seemed easier. Actions, I was infinitely better at.
Obviously, right?
I was leaning in a little closer, his jaw still in my hands. The kicker here was that he wasn’t backing away like I half thought he would. No… He was leaning in too. His fingertips squeezing into my hips gently were what kind of bought me out of my own head and into the moment again 
“If you’re gonna do somethin, do it already, darlin.” Adam’s mouth brushed right.against.mine. Literally right against the corner. And it lingered there just long enough for me to whimper quietly as I slowly exhaled, my breath shaky. My eyes popped open wide and he bit his lip, eyeing my lips and then the bottle with this look in his eyes that made me think he couldn’t decide which he’d rather taste more right now.
And that crazy random thought took hold in my tipsy brain. As he started to back away, afraid he’d crossed a line, I gently grabbed hold of his face, resting a hand against each side, my mouth colliding against his, tongue darting out and tracing the shape of his mouth lazily. His lips fell apart easily and one of his hands left my hips to tangle in my hair, making me pout against his mouth and whine playfully, “Seriously? I just spent thirty minutes on teasing that up..” 
“Ya didn’t have to, either.” his tongue was now clashing against mine, colliding and battling for control of the kiss as he continued to drag his fingers through my hair and tug at it a little here and there. I suspect that he may have been doing it just to get a response from me, but I was too caught up in kissing him to give a damn. I wiggled in his lap a little, my legs wrapping around his hips and he sucked in a sharp breath, bucking into me from below.
If I thought his fingers were wound up in my hair before, now he was tugging a little more urgently, his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my mouth into his all over again so deep that I almost didn’t know if I was breathing on my own or he was doing it for me.
It was desperate, needy and yet, somehow it was still gentle and careful. Cautious. Like he wanted to do it for a while now, but he’d finally been presented the chance to do it.
The actions of a man who felt he had absolutely nothing left to lose.
I rubbed myself against him, whimpering into his mouth when I felt the way he strained hard at the blue jeans he wore. His mouth broke from mine to trail down my neck, muttering softly against my skin, teeth hooking in spots and patches and gingerly leaving clumsy little marks. 
His other hand wandered down, slipping up the short hem of my little black dress and I nipped at his lip, rubbing myself against his lap even more. His hand crept higher, cupping my core, squeezing and rubbing the flat of his hand against it and sending shivers rushing through me. “Mmm.” his tongue rolled around the edge of my ear, his lips catching on my earlobe as he muttered a quiet, “Stop me if..”
“Now why would I want to do that, hm?” I managed to breathe out the words, rocking myself against the hefty bulge in his jeans and the way he continued to squeeze and rub my aching cunt. I knew he had to feel the way I was dripping, literally flooded already. 
The stool gave a foreboding creak and I tensed a little against him. He chuckled and nodded to the half circle bench and the table nearby. “Okay, alright.” he stood up, my body wrapped around him with me clinging to him and my nails lightly digging into his shoulders because me, with the trust issues, has never really… let anyone carry me before… For any reason. 
“I’m not gonna drop ya.” Adam stated quietly.
“I know, just… never really let anyone carry me.” I muttered against his neck, my lips latching on a little, daring to leave just a hint of a mark behind. He sucked in a sharp breath and sat me down on the tabletop, stepping between my legs, his hands all over me.
The Jack Daniels sat on the bar across the room, getting warm. Neither of us were worried about it anymore.
He leaned into me a little more -or maybe I was clinging to him still, either way, and his hand was back up the hem of my dress. My head fell back and my eyes fluttered open and closed as I rocked myself against his hand. I gripped hold of his shirt and pulled him into me more, muttering against his mouth, “If you’re going to do something, Adam, do it… Please?”
“You’re sure?” Adam questioned breathlessly, fingertips brushing past my soaked panties, grazing right up and down my center as his mouth dove down, fixing on the front of my throat, leaving a tender little line of marks in the path his lips took down.
“Please?” I begged, my voice raising to a quiet moan that died to a laugh when our foreheads bumped together. He bit his lip and pulled back a little, staring at me for a few seconds that felt like they stretched out into forever. I eyed him right back, my heart kicking up a storm against my ribs, on the verge of nervous fidgeting and suddenly self conscious about every single little thing about me to the extreme.
I was a breath away from slipping off the table he’d sat me on and walking out but just as I got to that point, he seemed to sense it and step forward, looking down at me and then back at the door. “If you’re changin your mind, darlin. There’s the door.” 
He was appealing to me one last time. Giving me one last chance to back out. Considering that neither of us have anything to lose, I wasn’t about to take him up on it. I eyed him, a brow raised, clearly confused as to why he kept giving me opportunity after opportunity to leave and then, oh.. Then it hit me. 
And I ached for him.
Not just in the physical sense like his touches had driven me to. In the mental sense because I knew exactly where his mind was going right now… I knew it because it was a state my own seemed to stay in when it came to other people and the habit I have of judging myself against them. Often unfairly.
“Oh, Adam.” the words punctured the sliver of space between us softly, his name lingering just a second or two. I raised my hand to his cheek, letting my fingertips move over the sharp outline of his face, making my last stop his lips. As I dragged my index finger over the outline of those very kiss swollen lips, I made an effort to move myself as close to him as I could get, letting my legs circle his waist all over again. My head fell to the right slightly, exposing the left side of my neck.
I wasn’t an idiot, I saw the exact second those baby blue eyes settled hungrily on exposed and unmarked skin. Lowering my fingertip, I finally spoke again.
“If I were going to walk out, I never would’ve bothered coming in here, Hangman.” I took a deep breath that tried to hang in my throat a little at what I was doing and I rose up a little straighter, the hand resting against the side of his neck moving to the back of his head. Fingertips tangling gingerly in soft blondish-brown locks, tugging his mouth closer to mine. Adam leaned down a little, his lips clumsily ghosting along my neck, catching sporadically here and there. “This is really okay.. You.. Want this.” he asked the question quietly, the warmth of his breath and the drawl in his tone sending shivers through me.
I locked eyes with him as he pulled back slightly. “I’m not smashing my knee into your nuts, am I?” I gave a soft laugh at the end so he’d be able to differentiate between my usual grumpy demeanor and gentle teasing. A lot of people can’t where I’m concerned and the way Adam is hurting right now, I want the way I feel to be perfectly crystal clear.
I don’t want him to have a single reason to second-guess or keep stalling. I guess maybe in some ways, I was trying to force him to have to be the one to politely say this had gone too far and he wasn’t interested. Because like he needed to hear me say such a thing, I needed to hear him say it.
It wouldn’t be the first time someone had. I braced myself for him to find some polite excuse to put all this to a grinding halt, but instead, I got a quiet chuckle and Adam leaning in all over again, nearly putting my back flush with the table. When he bucked himself against me, I shivered and my teeth caught on my bottom lip as I stared up at him. His hands roamed up and down my thighs softly, a ginger attempt to push my little black dress upwards to my hips was made. My strap was slipping up top and Adam’s eyes caught on to that face. When his teeth grazed against my skin as they tugged the pesky falling strap completely down, I whimpered, squirming against him, desperate for more friction.
His hands dug into my hips, grinding me against him even more and at feeling the hefty bulge formed and straining against his jeans, I found myself whimpering even more, breathless, desperately arching my body and rubbing against him harder and faster. His grip on my body tightened and he bucked right back against me, his mouth moving over each of my collarbones and then right back up the front of my throat again. One of his hands slipped down to the exposed thin waistband of my underwear and with a careful tug, those were being torn away, tossed out onto the floor. 
As soon as it hit me that he wasn’t backing down or bowing out either, I reached up, pulling the front of his shirt apart, tugging it down his arms. It hit the floor beside my panties and as my lips latched onto his neck all over again, my hands dropped between us, going for the belt buckle at his waist. The soft clink of the metal buckle as I pulled it open echoed when it hit against the button below it. With slightly shaking fingers, I worked the button free and then the zipper. Adam’s mouth dug deeper against the breast he’d managed to expose a few minutes before and my head fell back, a sharp and prolonged whimper filling the air as soon as his jeans settled around his ankles and he was scooting me towards him on the table, his cock grazing right between both my dripping folds and sending a shiver of pleasure racing through my entire body. 
“Wish we didn’t have t’ hurry, darlin.” he drawled as his tongue circled my nipple, teeth scraping at it, tugging until it stood at a point. I was clinging to him by now, my arms around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. I met his gaze and swallowed hard, nodding.
Every part of me wanted to make some clever remark about a next time, but at the same time, every part of me didn’t dare because I knew this might just be happening due to the alcohol and Adam’s current emotional state and my own feelings about him.
I desperately wanted to believe there would be a next time. God did I want to. But I was realistic enough to know that there most likely wouldn’t be. And in that moment, I decided to just find some way to be okay with that. 
“Darlin?” he’d pulled away, he was studying me with a concerned look. I distracted myself with running my fingers over the outline of his muscular chest because I was mostly afraid if I looked up at him right now, I would wind up making this deeper and more emotional than it had to be.
But then he was raising a hand, tilting up my chin and making me look at him. He repeated himself a third time. “You’re sure…” his voice trailed off and he tensed a little, I could feel it because he was still holding me close to him as he could get me. I smiled and nodded, my fingers digging into his hair again, pulling his mouth back down to mine. “I’m absolutely sure. I want you. So much.” 
And I meant every single word when I said it.
My answer seemed to satisfy him and I rubbed myself against him a little more impatiently, urgently. “Please, Adam?”
“Fuck.” he gasped against my skin as he started to buck against me, the tip of his cock sinking into my cunt, making a moan bubble up from the depths of my throat as I dug in my fingertips just a little, adjusting to the size of him. He captured my mouth in a desperate and deep kiss and sank his cock in a little more, his fingertips digging into my hips as he pumped himself in and out, quietly groaning, growling my name, nipping at the side of my neck.
 “Feels so good, darlin. Hope,” his voice was drowned out by my needy whines and whimpering as he started to fuck into me deeper and a little faster, his cock strking against my spot and making me curl my toes against his ass just to get any kind of actual grip on anything and maybe alleviate the ache and desperate need for more friction. “You hope what?’ I asked the question softly, my words ripped from me in breathy gasps as his hips snapped against mine, burying himself even deeper inside with each thrust of his cock. 
“Hope I’m makin you feel good too.” he took a few seconds to say it. I took his face in my hands, our mouths colliding as I used my heels to drive him in even deeper, my back arching as I focused on kissing him until neither of us could breathe. As the kiss broke and we pulled our mouths apart to catch our breath, I muttered against his ear, “So amazing, Adam.” to answer his question. “Don’t fucking stop baby, please.” I urged him to keep going, harder and faster, and he obliged, picking up the pace with each time my heels dug into his ass. “Ugh, Adam, fuck.. You’re so fuckin big.” I moaned out at one point, a little louder than I meant to. Adam was quick to lean in, his mouth meeting mine again, swallowing up my loud moans and swearing in ecstasy as he chuckled against it, his own grunts and quiet needy groans being swallowed by me when I deepened the kiss and rubbed my body against his over and over again just because I love the way it felt… Softness against hardened muscles.
“Darlin, fuck.” he moaned out at one point and I whimpered in response, “Adam, don’t… Fuck, don’t stop. Right there.” as my head fell back and my fingers toyed with his hair and dug into his shoulders even more. He was really slamming into me at this point, the booth top I sat on creaking quietly, making me tense a little when I first noticed it. 
Adam slowed slightly when he noticed me tense up at a particularly loud creak from the table, a quiet chuckle against the shell of my ear. “Stop doin that.”
“I can’t help that this table sounds like it’s on it’s last legs, Adam.” I answered, nipping at his bottom lip. 
“Trust me, darlin. I’m not gonna let you hit the ground.” Adam muttered as his lips locked on my upper lip, sucking. He started to slam into me all over again, erratically, faster and so much harder. When he scooted me even closer to the table’s edge, I caught myself making a surprisingly minimal effort  not to tense up.
To do as he asked and trust him not to drop me. It surprised me that trusting him was a lot easier than I thought. He chuckled as he held me up, a leg over each arm, continuing to plow into me with erratic hip snaps met by my own erratic thrusts in response. My breath kept catching in my throat and every single time I thought I’d be able to breathe again, he’d manage to bottom out, his cock striking against my spot a time or two and sending me even closer to an orgasm so intense that I ached to let go.
“I’m so close.” he growled against my ear while staring into my eyes. I clung to him desperately, rocking my hips greedily against the deep drives in and out that his cock made, my stomach tensing a little more with each second closer I got to my orgasm finally shattering me. “Fuck this feels so good.. Ahh.” I moaned out as my head fell back and Adam sat me halfway onto the table’s edge again, tilting my hips and letting my wrap my legs back around his waist, his hands pumping my body up and down on his cock, his fingertips leaving red marks against my skin as they dug in harder. His cock bottomed out and I felt myself starting to shake, my body tensing as I fought to keep from getting off.
“Let go. C’mon, darlin.” Adam grunted lazily against my mouth as he went in for another kiss, his breathy groan swallowed by my mouth when I returned the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers going to his hair, tugging at it lightly. He didn’t need to repeat himself, with another deep drive into my dripping cunt, my orgasm was shattering through, leaving me breathless and clinging to him, my teeth grazing against his collarbone as I rested my head against his shoulder and continued to fuck through my orgasm while pulling myself together….
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that original lifeline
chapter 3 / 4 - “there’s a hole where your heart lies” - 3.5k
in which things get worse before they can get better, even if they don’t get better.
read on AO3
“Firefighter Diaz, do you copy?”
Eddie tried to smile as he grabbed the mic hanging from his shoulder, but judging by Buck’s face, it was little more than a grimace. “Five by five, Cap. Over.”
“Alright, Chimney, report?”
“So... you’re sure none of them can see you?”
While there really were no ideal times for Eddie and Buck to talk in the station, the radio check proved to be as good a moment as any—sure enough, Eddie was already tuning out the static that was Hen making fun of Chim for his coffee order (not that he blamed her).
It felt… weird, to say the least, to be back at work less than twenty four hours after his son had lobbed the second biggest bombshell Eddie had ever had to deal with right into his lap, but after the theatrics they had gone to the night prior to try and act like everything was fine, Eddie didn’t have the energy for another weird day in him.
“Honestly, Eddie, I don’t know. You being able to see me, that’s already rare, but not impossible. But Chris seeing me? There are no records of a guardian being seen by anyone other than his or her charge—none. Honestly, the only way I can tell I’m still not here is because the rest of your team hasn’t tried to say hello.”
And thank fuck for that. Eddie had absolutely no idea how he would explain away Buck’s presence if the others started to see him, or at least, no idea how he would explain it and not wind up in a straight jacket. Like he could sense Eddie’s frustration (which, he probably could), Buck punched his shoulder lightly, smiling.
“But they haven’t, so stop worrying, Eds. I’ll figure something out, okay?”
Eddie only let out a laugh, looking up as the siren started to wail, only barely louder than Hen and Chim’s bickering. Going for his gear, he looked up to Buck before climbing the truck, voice pitched low. “You promise?”
“I promise.”
It was a missing kid.
Eddie hated missing kids.
It didn’t matter that his son was in school, it didn’t matter that the kid was three years younger than his own, it didn’t matter that he had a mother and sister all waiting for him to turn up—in the back of Eddie’s mind, right at the corner of his vision, his traitorous brain tried its very hardest to supply all the ways that Chris could go missing.
Even when he more or less found Hayden, it was a hollow victory; Eddie couldn’t see how it was anything close to a win when the kid was still trapped in a pipe forty feet below the ground, unable to do more than move his head. It was all he could do to ignore the low level of terror that pushed through his own stomach, and how fucking helpless he felt while they had to wait—for hours, fucking hours—to get a drill up and ready to go.
He had gotten close to having to step away more than once throughout the day, and now, the night, the only thing anchoring him to the present was Buck’s hand, on his shoulder, gripping his arm, pressing against his side. Chris was right, Eddie thought, Buck would be a good firefighter—he was calm under pressure, for one, and right now he deserved all the credit for keeping Eddie’s head on straight, especially when he stepped up to take the palm mic from a mom who was pushed well beyond her breaking point.
Yeah, Eddie could relate to that.
“Hey Hayden, my name is Eddie. I’m a firefighter, here with your mother and a whole lot of other people.”
He felt Buck’s hand on his shoulder again, and he took a breath, steeling himself.
“We’re all working to get you out of there, so stay calm, okay? It might get a little... noisy. Don’t be scared. We’ll be there soon.”
His smile was thin as he handed the radio mic back to Chim, swallowing heavily as he excused himself, making his way into the house easily. The mother had wasted no time in telling them to help themselves to anything that they had needed, and Eddie made a beeline into the bathroom, gripping the sink as he hunched over and tried to get a grip on his breathing.
He really hated missing kids.
“Eddie, you’re okay.”
Buck. Of course Buck was there, hand on his back, rubbing in small circles. “Chris is okay, he’s still in school, Carla is bringing him to Abuela’s after, and you know you’re going to get bombarded with pictures.”
He was right, of course he was right, but that didn’t make it suck any less. Eddie opened his mouth to respond before motion in the mirror caught his eye—the house was still full of cops, firefighters, and now, drill operators. Buck didn’t seem to mind, though, smiling at Eddie’s reflection anyway.
“You want me to go check on him? It might take me a bit to track him down properly, but—“
Eddie shook his head sharply, moving to grip the hand Buck had on his forearm. God, no, he couldn’t imagine being alone right now, couldn’t imagine the idea of sending Buck away to settle his own paranoia. He would be fine. He just needed to splash some water on his face and move on.
He did splash some water on his face, more frequently as the night dragged on. Those were the only moments that he let go of Buck’s hand, but that was a whole other story. Buck remained silent about it, after all, even if Eddie caught him smiling a few times as they watched the drill go down. He wasn’t even sure when it had started to rain—the 118 had basically been blocked off from all other calls until they could finish their day here. Eddie was getting antsy; honestly, the fact that Eddie was unwilling to let go of the hand of his guardian angel said more about his abandonment issues (after being on both sides of that story) than an hour of therapy could bring up.
Buck’s presence was always welcome, of course, but it could only do so much to calm Eddie’s nerves. The longer the night dragged on, the more Eddie felt like he had to do something, had to step up, and Buck started looking at him like he was about to do something incredibly stupid.
Which, well...
“Cap, I’ll go in.”
“Edmundo.” He had never heard Buck use his full name before, had never heard the other sound so pleading; but while it definitely was enough to get him to pause, it would take more to get him to stop. “I was talking to him on the radio. He knows my voice. It makes sense.”
“Like fuck it does.” Buck snapped behind him, but Eddie couldn’t turn around to gauge his reaction even if he wanted to.
“Suit me up. I’m going down.”
It was almost too easy to pretend that Buck wasn’t mad at him while he was getting ready, strapping on oxygen tanks and harnesses, was easy to pretend that the only reason Buck hadn’t smacked him upside the head was because they weren’t alone, but Eddie knew that was all it was.
Before he knew it—far too soon, honestly—he was ready to sink into the fucking earth.
Unfortunately, it didn’t occur to Eddie that going down alone really and truly meant that he would be going down alone. He had gotten painfully used to Buck being within arms distance of him, no matter where he was, so when he poised himself over the hole, strapped to a rope as wide around as his thumb—
“I can’t go down with you, Eddie.”
—well, he at least had an excuse as to why his face fell.
“No one can see me, but… but I still take up space. I can’t go down with you, what if there’s no room? What if I block you in, or block you from getting to the kid?” Buck sounded completely fucking wrecked, and Eddie swallowed as he looked around, painfully aware of all the eyes on him when all he wanted to do was bail out. He couldn’t do this on his own. He fucking couldn’t.
“Alright, Cap. Let’s go.”
He felt the winch start to wind up as Buck moved forward, and it was killing him to have to fight off any responses when Buck leaned forward and kissed his forehead, the brief contact sending a warmth through his bones that he wasn’t entirely sure was related to Buck’s angelic being.
“For good luck.”
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Honestly, Eddie really needed to rethink what constituted ‘rock bottom’. Sure, okay, cutting his own rope had been stupid, but he hadn’t given it a second thought—if he had been pulled out, the kid would have drowned. Hell, Eddie was close to that himself, taking several hits off of the tank Bobby had given him whenever he needed a breath that didn’t taste like mud or metal.
“This is Diaz.”
Because he stayed down there, he was able pull the kid out of the pipe and at the very least, give him some freedom to take a deep breath in the tiny little aquifer that Eddie had dug into.
“Can anyone hear me? This is Eddie.”
He was absolutely clinging to that justification, too. Sure, he had no way of knowing how fast the water would rise, but the water in the pipe had surpassed where the kid was before Chim had made his appearance. Eddie cut his rope, the kid got to live. Hooray.
“I’m alive. I’m still alive down here!”
Handing the kid off to Chim had been cake. It probably didn’t hurt that when Eddie looked up through the hole, all he saw was light. Somehow, knowing that Buck was going to be pissed off at him gave Eddie hope.
“I’m still alive down here!”
And then the drill had collapsed, and any light, any hope that Eddie had, had been snuffed out just like that.
“Anyone?”
There was nothing. No light, no sound, nothing. Eddie went from the sound of pounding rain and muffled shouts to inky blackness and the sound of his own racing heart, and he couldn’t do much more than shout, hands dug into the dirt beneath him as he started to shake.
He had gambled it all—everything he had, his life, his job, his family, and he had lost. His family, fuck, how was Chris supposed to handle this so soon after Shannon’s death? How could Eddie have done this, how could he have stepped forward when he had so much of his own shit at risk, how—
“…idiotic, arrogant asshole…”
Eddie had to shy away from a sudden burst of light behind him long before he heard any words, covering his eyes with a gloved hand.
“Buck?”
“…completely moronic, you—you cut your own fucking line, Eddie! What the fuck were you thinking, you could have been crushed—“
“Buck.”
Eddie hated how weak he sounded, but he couldn’t bring himself to particularly care—not when the result was Buck’s hands on his shoulders, the light dimming enough that Eddie could see properly. Buck was pissed, no doubt about it, but the emotions took a side step to a look of concern, of worry, and just like that Eddie was gone, voice tight as tears carved new tracks in the mud on his cheeks.
“I’m—I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so sorry I put you in this situation and—and Chris, god, I’m such a terrible father, and—“
“Woah, woah, calm down, we’re not going to go down that road right now.”
It took some awkward repositioning on Buck’s part but they were both able to face one another, water lapping at their legs as it slowly rose. “You’re reckless, sure, but you’re not an idiot. Being stuck down here doesn’t make you stupid, as much as I hate to admit it. Now, what do we know?” Buck’s tone was bitter, but there was no mistaking the earnest truth in his voice, and Eddie felt his face crumple when Buck looked back to him.
“Well, we’re... about thirty five feet down. One primary entrance and exit point, now blocked by the drill. There’s no radio communications, no way to send a message, and if I had to guess, no way my GPS is picking up anything.” Eddie said, smacking the useless unit on his wrist. “The water is rising, slower than it was before now that the pipe is mostly flooded, but it’s still rising, and I.... I really hope you have some magic up your sleeve.” Eddie’s voice was mostly joking, but the look that Buck shot him quickly crushed any shadow of humor he was reaching for.
“I mean, the fire truck was easy. It’s a movable thing, it’s not fixed, it’s small in the grand scheme of things, but this... Eddie, even if I could move enough earth to get you out of here, I’d be just as likely to crush you. There has to be another way out.” Buck said, his hand easily bringing Eddie in closer, tendrils of warmth creeping under his wetsuit.
There wasn’t, and every soldiers sense in Eddie’s body was urging him to scream that truth at the top of his lungs until Buck understood it, but they had come too far for him to break down now.
Well, to break down again.
“Why didn’t you stop me?” Eddie asked after a long moment, face buried in Buck’s shoulder, Buck’s returning sigh more of an attempt at some levity than anything else.
“Because you’re an asshole with free will, and I can’t stop that. Your specific blend free will is just a little more self sacrificing than others.”
Eddie gave a short laugh, the sound weak and mostly humorless, allowing himself to settle into a moment of silence.
It was easy enough to be quiet when he wasn’t alone with the sound of his own breathing—Buck was still holding him close, his body alight, and Eddie let his breathing time to the pulses radiating off of Buck’s taller frame. The light seemed to dance along the walls of the cave, bouncing and refracting off the water, sinking beneath the murky depths. Buck’s focus seemed to stray to the water as Eddie felt his mind wander, but it was different now—the panic of the moment had given way to a heavy fog, starting to dull just the edge of his senses.
Honestly, the moment was kind of... peaceful.
It might even have been pretty, Eddie thought, his brain becoming a little more addled as he burned through the pocket of oxygen they had in their hidey hole.
Maybe this wouldn’t be a bad way to die after all. As long as he suffocated before he drowned, anyway.
“Buck, I need you to listen for a second.”
His words were slow, spoken between splashes of nasty water as he turned to look at Buck, who was still intently focused on the water, which was easily lapping at their shoulders.
“Eddie, shut up.”
“You—you have to tell Chris—“
“No.”
“Buck, I can’t, I—“
“No, Eddie, you don’t get to tap out right now. This is my job, it’s my fucking job, and I am very, very good at what I do. Even if my fucking charge cut his own fucking lifeline.” Buck snapped, voice deadly calm, and Eddie flinched back. “Now, I think—I think I have a plan. How’s that tank that Bobby gave you?”
A brief glance at his wrist confirmed what he already knew. “It’s yellow. Two minutes, tops.”
“That’s all I need. Come on, put the mouthpiece in. Close your eyes until I let you go, then we’re gonna have to swim for it, okay?”
“Buck…”
“Now, Edmundo.”
If Eddie had the energy, he might have felt afraid in the moment, but when he looked back at Buck all he saw was angel—in the semi-sacreligious, biblical sense. The glow under his skin, which had been growing all evening, was almost blinding now, the very air cracking around him. His eyes were alight like coals and his skin seemed to match the temperature as he grabbed Eddie, arms around his waist. Eddie hardly had the time to put his mouthpiece in before Buck slid them under the water, and then they were off.
The deeper they went, the more Eddie found himself wishing he had suffocated—especially if drowning was the only other option. He could feel everything, every rock scraping against his suit, every tear at his harness, and the pressure, fuck, the pressure, he couldn’t tell if his ears had popped or if the drums just burst entirely. He kept his eyes shut, as he promised, but by that point Buck was so bright that his flimsy eyelids couldn’t keep the light out, and it was all he could do to keep his breathing steady.
If he had dared to peek, he probably would have seen the indicator on his wrist start to blink red, but it wasn’t like that mattered. The air in his mouth had gone stale as soon as Buck let him go, eyes snapping open, trying to tell which way was up as he started to kick wildly. He made quick work of everything weighing him down—the harness, the helmet, the tank, the air long since bad anyway.
He could only barely register Buck’s light in the murky water, legs moving sluggishly beneath him, a stream of frustrated bubbles leaving his lips. His legs were starting to give out, each kick toward the surface weaker than the last, darkness creeping in around the edges of his vision even with the lake being lit up like a beacon.
Suddenly, Eddie was eleven again, and Buck was pulling him out of the swimming hole behind his parents house—only now, he wasn’t sure if he could make it, wasn’t sure if he would be able to surface before the darkness ripped his vision away.
He choked out another mouthful of bubbles as the water around him pulsed with light, and with a sharp tug around his waist he was suddenly launched forward, the cold water slicing across his cheeks like liquid daggers. The closest thing he could compare it to was being thrown from the truck, after the bomb had gone off—one moment, he was choking on his own exhalation, the next, he was hitting the shore, hard, sputtering and coughing even as he continued to drag himself away from the water.
Somehow, the worst part of all of this was the fucking rain—relentlessly pounding down on him, drowning out the sound of his own ragged breathing, his footsteps, he couldn’t even hear Buck stumble behind him anymore. His attempts at encouragement had just turned into ragged sounds, barely there words as he struggled to suck in another breath, blindly staggering away from the water and toward the steady pulse of red lights.
Back toward home.
Eddie could hardly believe it.
He wasn’t sure if it was the last kick of adrenaline or the afterglow of Buck’s warmth holding him up, but he started moving faster, feet scrabbling for purchase on the slick terrain as he stumbled. His breathing had started to become ragged as he dragged himself along, but he still felt his heart start to pound as he heard voices—Bobby’s voice, the familiar tone of orders being barked out, vaguely hearing his own name over the roar of the rain.
They hadn’t given up on him.
He heard more than he felt the moment his legs finally gave out, stumbling face first into the huddle of first responders, the burning feel to his skin finally ebbing into something more pleasant, more bearable, even as the rain started to sink into his bones. He wasn’t in great shape, to say the least; the only reason he remained upright for even a moment was because of the quick thinking of his teammates, reaching out for him as he stumbled.
“I’m—I’m pretty cold.” He got out as he went down, the sudden loss of warmth from Buck’s hands forcing him to focus on the present, even as the touch lingered, skin warm where Buck had pushed him forward.
Things moved pretty quickly after that. He was half pulled, half walked into the nearest rig, foil blankets tight around his shoulders as an oxygen mask was forced over his face and a blood pressure cuff started to cut off circulation to his arm.
He couldn’t tell where Buck was anymore, and how was that even possible? Buck had lit up the tiny-ass cave they were stuck in like a beacon, he had made the entire lake glow like a lighthouse, he had burned like—
Like a flame, Eddie realized, burning itself out.
No sooner did he make that connection did his entire body go cold, the lingering warmth from Buck’s touch snuffed out like a candle, and Eddie felt a noise he couldn’t own up to rip itself free from his throat as he started to shiver.
Fuck.
“Hen, he’s—he’s gone, fuck, I have to—“
“Eddie, stop, we got the kid, he’s okay, you—Eddie!”
His entire body was shaking as he tossed his mask aside and tore himself from her grip, making it only a few steps before he fell to the ground, tears mixing with mud as he cracked his nails trying to dig. “No! No, no, I can’t leave him—I have to get him, he’s—no, fuck, no!”
He only vaguely registered Hen calling for help over the sound of his own crying, voice broken as he continued to wail, the noises coming from his body sounding like something ripped from the depths of hell. Suddenly multiple sets of hands were pulling him back, wrapping him in shock blankets, strapping him to lie down on what he thought was a backboard.
There was already darkness starting to creep in at the edges of his vision, even as his eyes spun wildly in his skull, taking in Bosko, Hen, Chim, Bobby, Kinard...
No sandy hair. No pink lips. No blue eyes.
It wasn’t the first time he couldn’t see Buck, but this was different. He could still feel him, could still feel his presence, the good that he put into the world, and now…
He was gone.
Buck was gone.
And as Eddie finally gave in and passed out, blackness swirling out from the corners of his vision, he thought he would never be warm again.
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morning glow
Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, Background Romantic LAMP/CALM
Word Count: 1,646
did i name this after my favorite song from Pippin? yes. does that have any bearing on the plot in any way? not at all. 
One of the only good things about Virgil’s insomnia? It gave him a lot of time to observe his lovers without interruption.
The four were spread out together on a ginormous bed, courtesy of Roman and the Imagination, their bodies and limbs intertwined to the point where Virgil, despite being awake, couldn’t get up even if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to.
At the moment, Virgil was sitting up slightly in the bed, his head resting against their bedframe, so he could keep all of his lovers in his sight. He was laying in between Logan and Roman, his arms around their shoulders, both sides curled up against his chest. Patton was spooning Roman from the other side, and Virgil had initially mourned the loss of contact with one of his boyfriends; but at some point in the night Patton had blindly reached out and grabbed Virgil’s hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it lightly. Virgil has tensed at the gesture, but Patton immediately fell back asleep, his unconcious grip on Virgil’s hand surprisingly firm, so Virgil didn’t pull back.
This was how the four stayed for several hours, with Virgil keeping watch as his lovers slept soundly. The weight of Roman and and Logan safe in his arms was hugely comforting; he rubbed his thumb back and forth along Patton’s hand in rhythym with the group’s synchronized breathing. This was Virgil’s idea of a perfect morning.
Virgil didn’t know when exactly Roman had woken up, but all of a sudden the creative side peered up at him through sleepy eyes. He smiled softly.
“Morning,” he murmured, leaning up as far as he could to rest his head on Vrgil’s shoulder. Virgil leaned forward to plant a kiss on his forehead.
“Morning,” he replied.
“How long have you been up?”
“A few hours.”
Roman tsked sympathetically. “Sorry.”
Virgil shrugged. “I don’t mind.” He’s not lying; slightly-sleep-deprived is pretty much his default state, so he’s used to being awake all hours of the night.
Roman glanced around him, taking in Virgil’s protective position around the three of them.
“Well, someone looks comfortable,” he teased. Virgil opened his mouth to respond, but cut himself off when Logan twisted slightly on his other side. He looked back at Roman, eyes narrowed.
“Shush,” he whispered with faux sterness. An indignant look crossed Roman’s face.
“I’m being quiet!”
The two stilled again as Patton made a small noise against Roman’s back. Virgil narrowed his eyes.
“Shush,” he murmured again.
He smirked as Roman pouted, the creative side laying his head back against Virgil’s shoulder as he burrowed closer. Virgil let his eyes droop closed, not sleeping, just resting.
Only for them to snap open when something brushed his side seconds later.
Virgil looked down, confused, directly into Roman’s playful face. His gaze drifted to Roman’s pointer finger, which was barely touching Virgil’s side.
Virgil felt his face heat up.
“Roman...” he muttered, “Don’t.”
Roman grinned wolfishly. “I’m not doing anything, dearest,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. He trailed his finger softly over Virgil’s side, and the emo side tensed his body as a nervous smile made its way across his face. “I’m just admiring my boyfriend. Quietly.”
Roman gently wiggled his finger in the space between two ribs, causing Virgil to make a noise that definitely was not a squeak.
“After all, we wouldn’t want Pat or Lo to wake up, would we?” Roman continued innocently.
Virgil shook his head, his eyes desperate. “Don’t,” he pleaded again, unsure if Roman could hear the small tremble in his voice.
“Don’t what?” Roman asked, and apparently Virgil was more sleep deprived than he thought, or maybe he was just flustered and his brain hadn’t caught up with his mouth yet, or all of the above, because he actually answered, “Tickle me.”
Roman’s eyes lit up. “If you insist!” And before Virgil could take it back, Roman was softly scratching his fingernails against Virgil’s ribs, brushing all five of his fingers up and down in gentle movements across his skin.
Virgil squirmed, trying to keep his breathing steady. He realized how vulnerable his current position was: Logan’s weight was holding down one arm, Patton had a grip on his other hand, and Roman had laid his legs over Virgil’s to keep him from kicking out. He was basically stretched taut, with some very sensitive spots left completely exposed. 
“Better keep quiet, Virgey,” Roman purred, his breath tickling Virgil’s ear in a way that made the anxious side struggle to not scrunch his shoulders up. “Better not make one. Single. Sound.”
If Virgil had been able to think clearly, he would have pointed out that Roman’s whispering was just as likely to wake up the other two as his laughter. But that would mean being able to focus on anything other than Roman’s ticklng fingers, which were giving giving a frankly evil amount of attention to Virgil’s waistline at the moment. He bit his bottom lip, trying to quell the giggles that were growing in hs chest, but a small whine still managed to escape his throat.
“Aw. Can Virgey not handle some little tickles? Are these little scratchies aginst your ribs too much for you? Here, let me fix that.” Roman paused, giving the anxious side a second to breathe, before switching to spidering his fingers all over Virgil’s quivering tummy.
“There. That should be better, right?” He continued, as if he and Virgil were having a normal conversation. His fingers were barely skimming the skin- it was too early in the morning from rough tickles- but that was all he needed to do. Virgil’s smile grew wider, his breaths coming out in short, barely-contained huffs.
“Ro-Roman!” he hissed.
“Yes, my love?” Roman asked casually. Virgil opened his mouth, about to ask him to go somewhere else please, but a giggle burst from his lips before he could stop it. He clamped his lips shut again.
Roman slowed his fingers. “Had enough, gigglebug?” He asked. His tone was teasing, but Virgil saw the considerate look on his face.
Virgil regained his breath, gaze darting between Logan and Patton. Both were still asleep. His eyes flicked back to Roman, and, steeling his gaze, he shook his head.
Roman’s lips quirked. “Oh, it’s like that, huh?” He moved his hand up to Virgil’s neck, quickly wiggling his fingers under Virgil’s chin. A wobbly smile formed on his face, his body trying to both get away from the tickles by turning his head and protect the spot by scruching his neck. It was horribly uneffective.
“Hey, Virgey,” Roman whispered, and oh my god his breath against Virgil’s ear was going to drive him insane.
“Let’s play a game, huh? If you can last-” he leaned over to catch a glimpse of the clock on the wall- “sixty seconds without laughing, I’ll let you win. If you fail, you’ll be punished. Sound fun?”
Virgil nodded a little too enthusiastically, much to Roman’s delight.
“Ok, gigglebug. Your time starts... now.”
With that, Roman darted his hand back to Virgil’s tummy.
Virgil choked off a gasp, wiggling his torso as much as he could in his position. Oh, he was in trouble. His stomach was so sensitive, maybe his worst spot, and Roman knew that. In fact, it was often the target of many tickle games, like-
“Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear,” Roman sang softly, grin widening at the panic on Virgil’s face. His clawed fingers brushed in a spiral around the perimeter of Virgil’s tummy, making Virgil shiver when they drifted too close too his sides, ribs, and hips.
“One step...” Roman walked two finger across the sensitive skin. Virgil’s chest shook from keeping in his giggles.
“Two steps...” Virgil screwed his eyes shut tight, prepapring himself for what he knew Roman was going to do next.
“A tickly under... there!”
Virgil was expecting the torturous feeling of Roman’s index finger in his belly button, wiggling and scratching all around that sensitive spot.
What he wasn’t expecting was for Roman to couple it with a noisy raspberry on Virgil’s neck, right below his ticklish ear.
Virgil gasped, and the damn broke. His giggles pealed out of him uncontrollably, doubling when Roman used his other fingers to scratch all around his belly button while peppering his neck in tiny kisses.
“Romahahahan!” He squealed, so flustered and overwhelmed that he found himself not able to act with his normal fight-or-flight reflexes. Instead he went limp, laying his head back as Roman continued to tickle at his belly and neck for the rest of the sixty seconds.
Gradually he stopped, his touches turning less like tickles and more like caresses, rubbing over Virgil’s skin as the emo side tried to calm down.
“I hahahate you,” he snickered. Roman only smiled, leaning forwards to kiss his cheek.
“I love you,” he stated simply. His gaze slid from Virgil’s face to somewhere beside him. “And I love you, Logan.”
Virgil looked down at the still-sleepy but obviously amused man in his arms. He flushed as Logan arched an eyebrow. “I assume the two of you have had a good morning thus far,” he remarked, leaning upwards to kiss Virgil. 
“A very good morning,” Roman teased. “Sorry Virgil woke you up. I told him to keep it down.”
Virgil balked. “Hey!”
He heard a giggle from behind Roman, and Patton sat up, still holding Virgil’s hand in his.
“Don’t worry, stormcloud,” he assured, pressing his lips to Virgil’s knuckles. “It was a lovely way to start the day.”
Virgil flushed under all the attention, but if he was being honest, he really didn’t mind it.
“Hey, Virgil definitely lost the game. You guys wanna help me punish him?”
... He changed his mind. He did not want all of the attention he was about to get.
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Candyman - Chapter 4  Candyman
Chapter: 4/14(?)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader. Other pairings withheld for spoilers.
Word Count: 4,141
Chapter warnings: Language. Drinking. If you squint at it Manipulation. Sexual thoughts.
Overall Fic Warnings: Sugardaddy and the powerplays that come with that. Eventual smut. A pretty firmly Mature-rated fic.
A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience. My wrist isn’t making this fun but I am dying to get this story out to you all. So please if you liked it, reblog it so others can like it too. I’m not a very popular Tumblr/author, so every reblog means so much to me. If you really liked it, comments are incredible. And if you loved it, I will always answer asks. Please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!
Chapter preview: “I didn’t reserve the whole floor,” Steve retorted, leaning forward, elbows on the table and narrowing his eyes at you but still giving you an amused smile.
“Oh really? Then why is no one else here?”
“I only reserved half the restaurant. Everyone else is on the other side. I didn’t think you would want a north view since you see that every day.”
He had a point, the north view would have been boring, but still, there wasn’t any need to clear out half the restaurant just for you. He needed to understand that you didn’t want to date him for his money, so he didn’t have to keep making these lavish gestures.
“Do you have any other issues with me before we go on to enjoy our evening?” and he sat back in his seat.
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“Oh my god. Oh my god! You’re dating him. You’re going on a date with your hot customer!” Ashley fired off in rapid succession.
“I am not dating him,” you tried, the excitement of the call draining out of your body and into the floor. Fuck. So much for trying to keep things quiet and separate.
“He FaceTimed you from his bed!” She practically yelled and you had to reach out to try and shush her.
“He…” and you hesitated, knowing that the truth was less damning personally but much worse professionally, “He asked for my number after the appointment. Like you keep saying, he’s hot, so I gave it to him. I didn’t think he would actually call.”
“But he did call! From bed!” and she clapped for emphasis. Was that really necessary? “And now you’re going on a date with him. Girl, you better look fucking hot, you can’t blow this for the rest of us who will have to live vicariously through you.”
You tried your hardest to ignore her as you took your seat back at the bench. No one was going to live vicariously through you, that was for damn sure. You didn’t even want any of them to know. But now Ashley did, and she was the biggest gossipmonger in the whole store. You prayed a silent prayer that Steve would never actually come in again and put it in your mind to tell him to not FaceTime you at work.
But still, that tiny bubble of excitement in the pit of your stomach refused to burst. So many things were right. He called. He wanted you to come over. He tried to seduce you. He set a date when you were going to see him again. He called you beautiful, and smart, and made damn sure your brain was hijacked by thoughts of him and only him. If the visual of him getting out of the pool the day before wasn’t enough, then seeing his bedding just barely high enough on his hips to keep him modest was. God, could a man like that actually exist? Cool, confident, too charming for his own good, gave you the butterfly feeling in your stomach, and was wrapped up in the perfect god body? Steve Rogers was just too much.
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Lunchtime was more than welcome. You were dying to get out of that noisy repair room, Ashley choosing every date and slow jam song she could think of to play as loud as she could. The way she could hold a secret, you expected the entire store to know by the day’s end.
But, when your brain wasn’t creating scenarios where Steve fed you strawberries in bed, your thoughts drifted back down to the envelope. Practically falling down the stairs, you made your way to the break room and grabbed your bag from the locker, settling into one of the empty chairs at the table. A few others were sitting near, but most everyone had headphones on or were watching something on their phones. Discreetly you found the bill from the night before, folding it neatly in half and shoving it into your wallet before lifting the flap of the envelope.
2
4
10
13
15
Right? You counted them again, opening the sides wider to make sure you could get an accurate count.
Fifteen $20 bills… “What the fuck…” fell softly from your lips.
20, 40, 60, 80, 100.
20, 40, 60, 80, 200.
20, 40, 60, 80, 300. $300, $400 with the tip he left on top. Steve had paid you for the tech support and paid you way more than your agreed upon dinner. He paid you nearly a third of your paycheck for maybe 40 minutes of actual work. The rest of the time you were there was spent talking with him, getting to know him and spending time with him. $400 for 40 minutes was outrageous.
And he had said that he “almost forgot” the envelope. It had been sealed and in that drawer before you even got to his house. He was planning on paying you no matter how long it took for you to fix the issue, if you even could fix it. The rest of the night had just been a bonus.
Quickly, you stuffed the envelope and its contents back into your bag, making sure it was covered by lesser necessities. It felt weird knowing you had that much cash on you, and it felt even weirder knowing that you knew someone who could pay like that, and so willingly paid like that. No wonder he didn’t seem to think Alinea was expensive; he spent the same amount on you for 40 fucking minutes of work.
Which now made the date feel incredibly fucking awkward. He didn’t need to be trying to buy your affections; if he just opened up a little, he would get to see that he already had them. You decided right then and there that you would give the money back. You couldn’t keep it in good conscious. You wanted to date him for who he was, not for his money.
The rest of your shift was dull, secretly wishing that your phone would go off again with anything from Steve. But, as you got home and stripped off your uniform, nothing came. God, when did you get like this? When did a guy’s attention dictate your mood? When did it start to matter? Sometime between the night before and this morning, when you had been sleeping, that’s when the shift started inside of your head. That’s when Steve started to matter to you as more than just the hot customer at Bar 4.
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The next morning, you woke up later than you usually do, your body making up for the lack of sleep over the past few nights. You stretched in your bed, feeling every muscle wake up for the day. Wednesday. Day off. Date day. And like any other girl, prep was going to start asap. Every inch of you was getting scrubbed and shaved, slathered in moisturizer and plucked into perfection. If you thought you had pampered yourself last time, this was practically a medspa. After all, you had no idea what this night would really entail and you wanted to be ready for anything.
How far did you want this date to go? You were lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to sleep with him. Anyone could call bullshit on that. But, if given the chance, would you sleep with him tonight? You never really considered yourself to be that kind of girl, whatever than meant in this day and age. It wasn’t that you were against it, but you always preferred getting to know someone a bit before jumping into bed with them.
But then again, this was going to be your third time seeing him this week alone. And there was no denying that you were attracted to him and he knew it. He seemed to be attracted to you as well, so if you were both consenting adults, then what did it matter? What you did know was that if anything did happen tonight, no one at work could know about it tomorrow, no matter how hard Ashley pressed for details.
As it was very firmly the middle of summer, you decided to wear a playful short black dress for the night. It had a straight neckline, the front wearing more like a halter that was cut very close to the sides of your torso, and the back was completely open. Two thin straps moved back over the shoulders and crossed delicately across your shoulder blades, meeting the skirt at your waist. The skirt flowed out over your hips, hitting a few inches above your knees, with more than enough fabric to twirl. You finished the look with a stylish silver metal belt and black pumps, tall enough that you might actually be able to look him in the eye. You thought it best to keep the rest simple; adding in some loose face-framing waves to your hair and making sure that your makeup complimented your eyes.
With a sigh, you stood in your mirror. Hours of work came down to this. You couldn’t remember the last time you put this much effort into a… first? Date? Maybe never? This level of effort was usually reserved for weddings or other occasions of the sort. To be fair though, you never had a first date at the Signature Room. With Steve Rogers.
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The Uber let you out right at the base of the Hancock Tower and you wove your way between tourists and pedestrians, bypassing the queue at the Cheesecake Factory and stepping into the elevator for the restaurant. Going up the 95 floors in record time, your ears popping along the way, the heavy doors opened to reveal a host desk. Tentatively, you stepped out, quickly glancing around only to notice a severe lack of other people.
“Hello, miss. Welcome to the Signature Room at the 95th,” the pretty hostess welcomed.
“Thank you. I’m meeting someone… I think there’s a reservation under Rogers, maybe?” you asked, a little unsure if you were supposed to come up on your own. You never did discuss where the two of you should meet, and you were a little early, so he might not have been there yet. Was the restaurant even open? No one else was there.
“Yes, Mr. Rogers has been expecting you,” she informed, stepping out from behind the desk and motioning for you to follow her. The sun was just starting to glow orange and pink in the sky, the summer dusk laying a thick blanket over the top of the city. The windows here opened up to the south view, the soft brimming lights of Michigan Ave to the right and the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier to your left. And tucked nicely into an intimate corner table was Steve.
His hair was shorter, the soft long trendles being replaced with a shorter, spikier, more trendy style. It suited him, made him look sexy and modern. He stood from the table as he watched you approach, his blue eyes surveying you up and down as his tongue softly swiped against his bottom lip. He opted for a dark navy suit, gray shirt, and black tie, the colors setting off his eyes perfectly.
“Well hello, beautiful,” he started, his hand reaching out to take your own. You graciously accepted it and he gave you a gentle twirl, his eyes taking you in from every angle.
“Hello, Mr. Rogers,” you replied in that same dark voice you put on yesterday. He physically put his hand over his heart at the sound of your voice and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up from within you. Why did he always make you feel like a little schoolgirl? Maybe because you definitely weren’t used to this kind of attention from anyone, much less the lavish lifestyle he enjoyed bestowing upon you.
“You are a sight for sore eyes,” he gushed, not letting go of your hand, “You’re stunning.”
The blush rose up into your cheeks at his compliment. “You aren’t too bad yourself. I like the haircut,” and you softly moved your fingers on your free hand through his hair. He let a shy smile across his lips as he handed you a glass of champagne. Accepting it kindly, you turned to look out across the view.
There were some things that you were determined to never get used to. Cold and snow was one of them because as soon as you did, that meant that you accepted that the winters were hellish and yet, you wouldn’t move. But, you wouldn’t move because of the second thing you wouldn’t ever get used to: the magic of the Mag Mile.
“I’ll never get over this city. When I was little, we used to come downtown and I would always be in awe of the architecture. The Sears Tower was the tallest building in the world when I was growing up and there’s no way you can’t be excited to grow up in a city like that,” you thought out loud, Steve joining you at the window, “My friends and I used to come down and go to the Virgin Megastore and spend hours thumbing through racks of CDs, or go over to right there,” and you pointed at a corner store that was only about a block away, “That used to be a Borders bookstore. I bought so many import music magazines from the UK there. But even though I’ve grown up here, I’ve never seen it from on high like this.”
Your eyes got torn away from the lights moments before Steve’s lips were on your own, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you to him. You could barely process what was happening for a few seconds before your body melded to his, his hard chest still feeling like heaven against your soft curves even through all the layers of fabric. His pillowy lips moved against yours and you couldn’t help the sigh that rose from deep within you, your head spinning. He tasted like the champagne with a hint of scotch, his deep musk and sandalwood scent perfectly ensnaring your senses. If you had known days ago that a kiss like this was coming in your future, there’s no way you would have waited for him to make a move.
“I’m sorry, I completely interrupted you. That was rude of me,” and the relatively cool air came between the two of you, sending a shiver down your spine. He pulled away, instead leading you back to the table, pulling out the chair for you like he was a perfect gentleman and not a rich playboy who snogged girls instead of listening to them.
“Please, I was rambling,” you murmured, your nerves crying out for his touch again. Your question from earlier popped back into your brain: if given the chance, would you sleep with him tonight? The answer was a resounding fuck yes.
“It would have been a shame to let that moment go to waste, don’t you think?” he asked, the waiter handing the both of you menus without the slightest interruption.
“I completely agree. We shouldn’t let any moments go to waste,” you heard fall out of your own mouth and you couldn’t help but wonder who the fuck you were. One kiss and he had you eating out of the palm of his hand. Taking a long sip of champagne you regained your wits. “Steve, why isn’t there anyone else here?”
“I wasn’t sure what view you would want,” he answered simply without looking up from his menu, “That steak with the béarnaise sauce sounds perfect… What are you thinking?”
You were thinking a lot of things now that your brain was half functioning again. Why couldn’t anything just be normal with him? You would have been perfectly content at a pub and maybe a walk around the park, something simple and down to earth. Instead, you were in the clouds, literally. And because you wouldn’t let him pay ten times the price per plate for a meal, he closed down the entire restaurant.
“I’m thinking that any view would have been fine so you didn’t need to reserve the whole floor. And the smaller steak with the garlic butter, please. Medium rare,” and you handed your menu to the waiter.
“I didn’t reserve the whole floor,” he retorted, leaning forward, elbows on the table and narrowing his eyes at you but still giving you an amused smile.
“Oh really? Then why is no one else here?”
“I only reserved half the restaurant. Everyone else is on the other side. I didn’t think you would want a north view since you see that every day.”
He had a point, the north view would have been boring, but still, there wasn’t any need to clear out half the restaurant just for you. He needed to understand that you didn’t want to date him for his money, so he didn’t have to keep making these lavish gestures.
“Do you have any other issues with me before we go on to enjoy our evening?” and he sat back in his seat. However, he didn’t let his voice harden. In fact, you thought that he might even have been amused by all of this fuss.
“Yes, actually,” you started, the alcohol emboldening you, “Please don’t call me when I’m at work. I was lucky that I wasn’t on the floor, but normally I can’t just answer my phone like I did.”
“Ah, but you did answer, which means that you wanted to talk to me,” he threw back.
“Whether or not I wanted to talk to you isn’t the question. It’s that you can’t call me while I’m there. Texts are fine, I can check texts between appointments and be discreet about it, but I don’t want to have to fight off the mountain of questions from my coworkers every time you call, so please, just stick to texting,” you pleaded.
Steve nodded slightly in understanding but didn’t press any further. That had gone better than you expected it to which only spurred your second thought. With a nervous hand, you pulled the long white envelope from your purse and pushed it across the table towards him. “And I don’t want your money. $400 is too much.”
His jaw clenched for a moment as he processed your words, choosing his own very carefully. “You know, not many people even try to tell me what I can and can’t do anymore,” he said, his voice hardening as he leaned forward, his eyes catching yours in the dimming light, “So I’m going to make this very clear for you and let you decide what you want to do. I paid for a job. You can either accept payment or you can get up from this table and leave, which would solve both your issues with me.”
You could feel the blood drain from your face. You had expected some resistance to giving the money back, since he pushed you to take the tip, but not like this. The tone of his voice made goosebumps across your arms and shoulders and the look in his eyes managed to suck all the warmth from the air between the two of you. He wasn’t fucking around. If you got up, you were walking out of his life.
Slowly, your shaking hand slid the envelope back towards you and you slipped it back into your purse. It was the only thing you could do, really. All of this was just beginning and you couldn’t help but feel like there was something more underneath all the looks and flirting, and it would be a shame to let your pride get in the way of that. So, he paid you too much for fixing a wifi issue. You would make peace with that.
“Good girl,” he murmured as your eyes met his again, the warmth coming back to his demeanor, “So, tell me about work and that girl that was watching us FaceTime. I could see her standing behind you and she seemed pretty blown away that we were coming here tonight.”
You told him all about your retail tech support life, boring him with the details of Sudo commands and why people need to clean up their damn desktops, for sure. To his credit, he listened intently, at least acting like he was hanging on your every word. He laughed when you told him about the worst thing you found on anyone’s phone (hentai tentacle porn in a teenage boy’s photos) and grimaced at the worst thing you found in someone’s computer (toss-up between a toenail in the fan causing the computer to overheat or a family of live cockroaches.) He wanted to know everything, and not just about work. The two of you swapped stories about who had it worse in high school (he won with his scrawny artist background, not that you could ever imagine him being scrawny) and he privileged you with tales of boot camp and his first few years in the military. He ordered wine when the champagne was done and made sure that it paired perfectly with your steaks, letting no detail go unnoticed. And just as the desserts were being taken away, he let slip:
“I can’t wait for you to meet Bucky. He’s going to love you.”
Steve had explained that Bucky was his closest friend while he was in the Army and they maintained that friendship even after Bucky got out. Finally, the walls started to seem like they were showing cracks and Steve was letting you in, if even just a little bit. Not to mention, he wanted to see you again, if at least to meet this friend, Bucky Barnes.
Your head was buzzing in the best way possible. After the initial hiccup with trying to return the payment, the rest of the date was simply wonderful. The intimacy from having the entire south view all to yourselves more than made up for the initial weirdness of it all and you made a firm decision in your mind to let yourself lean into everything Steve wanted to do for you. After all, it wasn’t every day that simple connectivity issues led to nights on top of the city.
“It’s getting late…” you murmured, finishing off your…. 4th… glass as the two of you stood, looking out over the lake, “You see those tiny twinkling lights way out there in the distance?”
Steve squinted at where your finger was pointing, “Maybe? But it also might just be too much good wine,” he laughed.
“No, they’re there, I swear,” you declared, “Those lights are Indiana. And if you go to the casino that’s there and stand out on the balcony on a clear day, you can look back and see Chicago.”
“You don’t say…” he amused you.
“I do say. I’ve done it,” you assured and he laughed at your confidence.
“I think your first declaration was a little more factual. It is starting to get quite late and I think a few decisions need to be made.”
Your eyes fell from his and you sighed deeply. God, you were dreading this part since the moment you decided you were going to jump his bones. Your apartment was an absolute mess, like to a terribly embarrassing degree, so there was no way you would let him up there. But if you went all the way home with him, there was no way you were going to make it to work on time tomorrow. He used a soft finger to tilt your head to his own again before you had a chance to really protest.
“I will never make it to work on time if I come all the way back to Skokie with you,” you said between his sugar-sweet kisses, hoping he would have a good alternative. Like a hotel room. Or the back seat of the BMW, without Thomas preferably, but that wasn’t a deal-breaker.
“Good thing I don’t live in Skokie,” he murmured against your lips, clearly amused.
“Then wherever you live, it’s too far out of the city on a work night…”
“Babe,” he started, slipping his arms around your waist, “Tonight isn’t the night for that. It’s okay. What I want you to decide is if you wouldn’t mind accompanying me to a work event this Friday evening,” and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact, your heart and body screaming yes to his invitation, but your head knowing that you wouldn’t be able to make it, yet again, “I have work…”
He sighed softly, obviously trying to control his frustration of you needing to earn a paycheck. “Until what time?”
“I’m 9:30-6:30 on Friday.”
“That’s perfect. I will see you at 6:45 then.”
“No, Steve, I work until 6:30. Then I’ll need to go home and clean up, change clothes at the bare minimum to look presentable…”
“Don’t worry about that. All you need to do is walk across the bridge and go to the lobby of the London House hotel at 6:45 on Friday,” he instructed, his voice having a tone that he wasn’t in the mood to argue any further about this. Lean in you reminded yourself, let him do what he wanted to do for you. There was no harm in seeing him after work. You softly nodded into the crook of his neck as he held you, feeling like you were on top of the world in his arms.
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@scootboot97​ and I did a thing! Or, well, he did and I tagged along. 
Winners get road rash
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd Additional Tags: TransboyRoy, Alternate Universe - College/University, and they were roomates, Cunnilingus, in this house winners get rewards, Friends to Lovers, Trans Roy Harper
Roy was lying on the bed when Jason walked in quietly, shutting and locking the door behind him. There was one long leg stuck straight up in the air as Roy used the bed frame to do some stretches. His race uniform was tossed in a heap on the floor, and while Jason had been getting them drinks, he’d changed into something more comfortable: A soft blue tank top and his least favorite shorts, the loose black ones that fall right off his hips if he’s not careful.  
“Gotchu that soda. Winners get sodas round here.“  
There was a chuckle from the bed, tired but amused. “Winners get road rash, Jaybaby.“
Roy whined as Jason sat on the bed, jostling his legs. With his legs down, Roy could see Jason carefully making himself at home on the bed, kneeling so he could look at Roy. Although he seemed to be trying to look literally anywhere else.  
“Dude, I took my pants off and they were stuck to my fuckin’ thighs, man.“ Roy tossed his head back on the pillows and tried not to shift his thighs. He did, however, wiggle his painted toes at Jason. “Sorry if I stink. I need to take a shower.“
Jason sniffed, getting a snort from his friend. “Nah, I like how you smell after a hard run, it's nice. Don’t worry ‘bout it.“
Jason shifted a little, watching Roy play with his phone, the thoughts of that afternoon’s race echoing in his head. He couldn’t believe he’d fucking said that. The sight of Roy sprinting down that field to cross the finish line, the knowledge that Roy had looked directly at him and put a whole new burst of speed on...it had done something to his brain.  
He’d meant to say how proud he was, but instead, what he’d whispered in his best friend's ear as Roy leaped into his arms was: “God, I want to eat you out after this.”
Roy had laughed and winked before kissing his cheek and demanding to be brought to his teammates. The ride home had been normal. Roy had gobbled down wings and pizza after the race and settled in for a half nap in the front seat of the truck.
Now, it was strange. Maybe it was just Jason, but the air felt thick, warm, and heavy in the bedroom.  
Roy moved again and a tiny whimper burst out of his mouth. “I should go look at these in the bathroom where the light is good,“ he mumbled to himself.
Jason looked at his covered thighs and, without thinking, spoke: “Can I see?“
His face burst into flames, and the room lapsed into silence.  
Roy sighed deeply. He was bone tired and almost whiny. “Yeah, sure.“ One hand came off his eyes and pointed at Jason, snapping his fingers when he pointed at the silky black sleep shorts. “Just pull ‘em down if you wanna see. I’ve got undershorts on.“  
Roy swore he could feel the air in the room get heavier. The fan was the only noise as Jason took a deep breath. For a second, Roy thought he’d fucked up, but then large hands gently tug on his shorts, and like usual, the stupid silky bastards just slid off like water. Jason’s tiny gasp made him sit up a little.  
His friend was staring at him, eyes locked on his maroon panties, the soft ones with the lace edges and the big flower print. Roy didn’t know what to say. He forgot he’d put them on entirely. He was coming down from the adrenaline now, feeling sleepy and forgetful.  So he didn’t say anything, just shifted his left leg to the side a little, flinching when his thighs screamed at him; a sighing whimper dragged free as the raw and bloody skin stretched.
There was the sound of shuffling, and then Jason was between his thighs, pushing up on his knee to get more light. “Jesus, your thighs are fuckin’ wrecked, bud.” Jason’s hand gently trailed up his thigh, tracing the edges of a formerly bleeding raw patch.
Roy bit back a tiny noise as Jason bent down, placing a painfully soft kiss on the road rash. Suddenly the room was burning hot. All he could hear was his heartbeat as he remembered what Jason had whispered in his ear at the finish line.
A wave of desire flooded through him, and it felt like the world slowed down for a moment. “Jason?”
His voice was quiet, and Jason gave him a noise of acknowledgment before he turned to kiss the other wounded thigh as well.
Roy took a deep breath. “You can do it. That thing you said you wanted to do at the race today.“  
Jason looked up at him, crouched between his thighs and holding his legs gently. “Really?”  
Roy looked down at him, hands coming away from his tank top to pick gently at the hem of his panties. “Yeah, I’d like that.“
Jason's face flushed again and Roy knew his own was doing the same. All that he can hear is the fan blowing the air around, or maybe that was outside and the wind was howling.
Jason took a deep breath and grinned at him.
The familiar excited grin on his handsome face eased some of the weird nerves that Roy couldn’t beat down. He still let out an anxious humming noise when Jason pressed a kiss to the edge of his panties. Jason's hands came up to cover his, stilling them gently as he pressed another kiss to the soft skin of Roy's stomach, then lower to where his thighs weren’t quite covered by the lace anymore. He had freckles here too, some of them rubbed off by the bleeding edge of the road rash.
“I didn't realize you had freckles down here too,“ Jason teased. He bumped his nose against a patch of them.
It brought a surprised chuckle out of Roy.  “I’m fucking covered in them.”
"I can tell," Jason murmured, distracted again when he followed the trail of them up. He let one hand slide down, hooking a finger through the hip part of Roy's underwear. Then he tugged gently.
The lace was soft and slid easily when tugged. It felt soft and cool against Roy’s skin, which just reminded him of the reason he put them on. His free hand was twisted in his shirt for lack of a better place to put it. Jason's soft kisses against his thighs and belly made his heart race and his body flush, but the gentle nuzzles against his freckled thighs were amusing.
Roy watched as Jason slid the panties all the way down his legs, lifting them up with easy strength to keep the silk from getting tangled. The loud, smacking kiss Jason pressed to his ankles made him giggle, as did Jason’s roguish grin as he stuffed the panties into his own pocket.  
Then Jason crawled back up the bed and settled down between his legs, and Roy felt a lot less like giggling and more like want. He could feel his face burning bright red as he locked eyes with Jason. The urge to fidget or say something stupid was coming on strong. Desire washed over him like a small wave as slowly, carefully, Jason's hand wandered upward again.
“Gentle on the rash.“ Roy tossed his head back against the pillows and tried not to overthink things as Jason’s hands ran up his thighs, gently spreading them.
“Did I touch it? Shoot, I’m sorry, baby.“ Jason leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to his hip.
“No, but your hands are really big.“
Jason grinned. It made Roy shiver with the promises it contained. “Well, let me make up for it.” With that, he pressed another kiss to Roy’s skin—this time just to the right of his clit. When that made Roy’s legs spasm under his hands in surprise, he stayed there, moving up and down with teasing little licks, exploring.
Roy let out a soft whine and pressed his hands over his eyes. "Holy heck," he whispered. His legs twitched again under Jason's hands, toes curling and stretching out as he slowly relaxed into the bedding.
Jason chuckled at his choice of expletive, and huh, that sure was some kind of feeling. It was distracting enough that Roy didn’t tense when he felt Jason use his forefinger and thumb to spread his labia. All it did was make more room for his friend to work in.
Roy tried really hard not to knee Jason in the shoulder as he squirmed. His friend's warm hands felt like they were burning against his skin. Roy could feel sweat dripping off his skin as Jason touched him. He would really need that shower after this.
Jason seemed fully intent on making a mess out of him. His hungry mouth moved to Roy's entrance, lapping up his fluids with a noise that made Roy squirm in embarrassment and pleasure. He gently took a fistful of Jason's soft thick hair, looking down at him to watch briefly.
Jason leaned into his hand encouragingly.
"Fuck, Jay, you’re really good at this," Roy hissed.
Jason flashed him a grin, pulled away just to mumble: “I live to please.”
Roy rolled his eyes at Jason's comments. His smile was contagious, though, warming his chest with something besides arousal.
Jason’s fingers moved up as he spoke, gently teasing his entrance. This time, Jason didn’t ask, but Roy could see, feel his eyes on him, posing a question.
Roy nodded at him, chewing on his lip. A smile forced its way onto his face when Jason just raised his eyebrow. "You can, um, continue?"
Jason leaned over and kissed his hip bone. "Yeah, baby? Continue?"
Roy huffed, face red as his hair, "Please keep touching me. I trust you not to hurt me, and it's really nice." He dared a pout. "Was that what you wanted?"
“Hmmm.” That noise was pressed to his skin. Jason was pretending to deliberate, but he couldn’t fool Roy—the other boy was still blushing almost as much as he was. “I suppose that’s satisfactory.”
"Lookin’ pretty red there, Jay," Roy teased.
Jason turned his head and gently sank his teeth into some undamaged skin on Roy's upper thigh in punishment.
Roy tossed his head back and whined. The noise was unexpectedly loud in the hushed room.
Jay giggled at him, nuzzling into his hip bone. "Look at you being all noisy for me."
“Shut up,” Roy groaned; then groaned again when he realized his mistake.
Too late, Jason was already running with it.  “Oh, gladly.” With that, he slid two fingers into Roy, latching onto his clit again at the same time.  
Roy tossed his head back with a tiny whimper, fingers clenching in Jason's hair. "Fuck!" he whined, shifting in the larger boy’s grip and pushing into his mouth. Another soft whimper escaped his mouth before he found his words again. "Jay, you're driving me insane."
There was no reply except a hum, which didn’t help matters. (Or did, depending on how you saw it.) Jason just kept going, eyes closing as Roy tugged on his hair. Roy could feel his thighs start to tremble, noises spilling out of his mouth unchecked. His neighbors were going to hate him after this, but he couldn’t help it.
Jason grinned, leaning into the tugs on his hair that were becoming more forceful as Roy lost himself. He was pulling like a cat kneading on a blanket.
Roy let out a loud whimper as Jason pushed a third finger inside. His thigh muscles pulled tight, and Jason could hear a soft pop come from his hip. Determined, Jason curled his fingers inwards just a bit, filling Roy up so good, and that was it, Roy couldn't—
"Jason, fuck!"  
His thighs trembled and Roy ended up with one slung over Jason’s broad shoulder as his mind blanked for a second. Whimpers spilling out of his mouth as Jason didn't stop.
For a second, Jason visibly considered taking himself in hand, but Roy's leg was slipping off his shoulder with the motion and keeping him there was apparently a priority. So Jason’s hand went back up, allowing him to slowly start fucking Roy again even as he couldn't help rubbing his hips against the soft comforter.
Roy’s body was pulled tight from his thighs to his shoulders, and his hand was clenched tightly in Jason's hair, still holding him firmly in place.  Jason slowed down for a bit, letting Roy relax against the bedding.
Roy whimpered, hand going from pulling strands out to gently petting Jason’s hair. The change in pace, surprisingly, really did it for him. This time, the built-up was slower, gentler; just waves and waves of pleasure washing over Roy until he felt himself clench around Jason again, a soft moan leaving his lips as he watched the other shudder.
Jason kissed his friction-burned thighs, giving him a moment to catch his breath. He  pulled his hand away and one by one sucked each finger clean. When he caught Roy looking at him, Jason winked. “I think it tastes good.“
"You're so embarrassing," Roy groaned, laughing.
Jason grinned at him. “Only for you, baby,” he teased. He gently set Roy’s leg down, then crawled up over him so they were face to face. For a second, it looked like he was going to lean in and kiss Roy’s cheek, but then he paused.
Roy rolled his eyes. “Come here, fool.”
Jason made a face at him. "Well, excuse me, how much closer am I supposed to get?"  
Roy gently slid his hands over Jason's arms and his shoulders. “Goofball. You literally just had your hand inside me, you don’t have to ask for a kiss.“ As he spoke, Roy pulled him down so Jason was resting against his chest, his thighs still pushed up by Jason’s hips.
"That's different," Jason grumbled, but he let his weight settle down on Roy a bit and finally moved in for a gentle kiss, so that was okay.
Jason broke the kiss and nuzzled into Roy’s neck, placing little wet kisses that made Roy laugh.
“Drool monster.” Roy wiggled his hips, sinking lower against the bed, stretching his legs further against Jason's wide hips. He could feel the hot damp weight of something decidedly not Jason's leg against him. “Were you going to just wait? You don’t have to, you know.“
"Hmmm, this is comfy, though..." Jason pretended to deliberate. Well. As much as he could with his face hidden in Roy's neck. "Can you even walk?"
Roy pinched him. “Oh, big talk! You think you can reduce me to being carried after two orgasms?”
Jason started to explain himself, but Roy shushed him: “Dork, I’m teasing you. Now let me up, I’m sticky.”  
Jason obeyed, if reluctantly. There was a bit of a pout on his face as he watched Roy get up—until he grinned. "Let's see what you say after the shower, then."
Roy let out a tiny whimper as he stood. He was sore from head to toe, pleasantly so. He felt wet and sticky. Even the hem of his tank top had a damp spot on it. He grinned back at Jason, fighting down a snicker as he took in the state of Jason's boxers.
Jason, with whatever dignity he had left after all of this, ignored Roy's laughter and, instead, held out a hand. "We good?"
Roy took his hand and stepped in close, leaning his head against Jason's chest. “We’re fine, you big puppy.”
He leaned up on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck. Jay’s erection pushed against his belly as he leaned up for a kiss. “We’re fine, baby. Now go run me that hot shower. If I have to lean against that ice-cold wall, I’ll die.”
(Endnote by @scootboot97: HI my names Tobiismycat(or scoot ) and if your a trans boy and your reading this I would like to let you know, I too am a trans boy. I have wild anxiety that other trans boys will think I'm a traitor to my species for not giving my trans boys in fiction dysphoria. while I am sure this is not true. I'd just figured id let you know.) 
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