#rip my old work monitor

[one-million-sims]

great news: I got a new pc that’s actually built for gaming (and not suffering running on integrated graphics)

good news: it’s arrived in one price and I got my old pc all backed up and I’m ready to go

bad news: IT HAS NO PLACE FOR MY ANCIENT MONITOR CABLE AGGH

#whadya meannnnnnn it’s too old my monitors only uh. 14 years old. hmm. #I MEAN SHE STILL WORKS I JUST GOTTA GET A DIFFERENT CABLE (or steal my moms monitor for now) #RIP Adele (who was a dell) ya done me good girl LONG LIVE LENNY THE LENOVO (hopefully)

[myfictionaldreams]

I you are interested I wanted to offer a possible request.

It would be a smutty mafia!stucky one (you can pick which one of them or both if you want)

So I was thinking about the reader topping one of them, but not in a dominant way. Like she was good or something and wanted to reward her by letting her pick anything she wanted and she wanted to ride them while they were restrained.

So (whoever was picked) would be bound to the bed with a blindfold and the reader gets to use them for her pleasure with free rain and cause of the blindfold they feel and hear everything more intensely so they can hear how wet she is as she uses them for her reward.

So she's not dominating them just getting a free use card and can move however she wants unprompted, cum how many times she wants, overstimulate (whoever is used) until she is happy and can use toys on herself too but all they can do is lay on the bed restrained and wait for her to be satisfied before being let go.

This came to me so randomly so I thought it might be an option for you maybe if you liked it. Have a nice day!

Being on Top // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

A/N: I've thought about this request so much. Thank you so much for sending it!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, anxiety, mention of gunshot wound, free use, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, rough sex, oral (f receiving), cum eating, cockwarming, overstimulation, restraints, blindfolds, vibrator, begging, praise kink, riding, dom/sub, rough cock play, masturbation

Words: 5.2k

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Bucky watched intently. Fighting the urge to blink and wet the dryness itching at his eyes, he continued monitoring the situation before him. You were vacant. Eyes glassed over, and your body curled in on itself like you were attempting to make yourself as small as possible. It wasn’t this that concerned him; it was that you couldn’t look Steve in the eye despite trying to glimpse him out of the corner of your eye every couple of seconds.

Steve was watching with just as much concern as the bodyguards throughout the room, Sam and Natasha. Unbeknown to you, however, your gaze flicked towards Steve again but then swiftly landed on the spot on the carpet that had so thoroughly captured your attention.

Bucky had been trying to work the cogs in his brain for over an hour now, trying to figure out what was happening in your mind. The visible signs of distress he’d witnessed before when you were feeling fragile, whether it be due to being needy and submissive or because you were beginning to feel unwell with sickness. The first was most likely as you were displaying any visible signs of being ill; your heart rate was fine, and the same with your breathing; he knew he’d been counting and listening carefully. For once, he thanked his unique abilities.

The most likely answer was that you were experiencing some sort of mental health decline, but when you were needy or in the form of subspace, you would crawl into either his or Steve’s lap, not look frightened even to look the latter in the eye.

Risking a look away, Bucky caught Steve’s eye. The same level of concern was etched deep into his face; brows furrowed so deeply a line had formed between them. His teeth were clenched so hard that he looked like his jawbone would snap as he held his tongue, trying and failing to think of the right way to approach his girlfriend. The one person who shouldn’t be scared of him now looked as frightened of him as the enemies who cowered at his feet.

Bucky was running out of options as you began to chew on the corner of your recently done red-manicured nails, one of the many treats gifted to you by him and Steve for Valentine’s Day. It was never a good sign when you fell into old habits, and Bucky was on the verge of ripping out his hair and trying to decide what was best. Ask what is going on or approach you like a scared animal.

As his mouth opened, however, a flash of red distorted his view of you as Natasha stood directly in front of where you were curled up on the couch placed in Steve’s office for your comfort.

Natasha looked down at you, giving you a casual grin as she held out her hand with the matching manicure on her nails gleaming back at you, the red almost the same shade as her hair. Your eyes darted between her wiggling fingers and the welcoming smile as she nodded toward the door.

Taking her hand without a single word, you unfolded from your curled-up position and stood, mindlessly following her out of the door. Natasha pulled you into the elevator at the end of the corridor, riding down a couple of floors before arriving at the food hall with a private kitchen. One of the main perks of owning the entire building for the gang was that the sky was the limit concerning the facilities that could be added.

“Sit”, Natasha instructed, pointing to the table closest to the kitchen side as she began to boil some water, pulling out two mugs from the cabinets. “When I was a child, I used to suffer from nightmares, well, I still have nightmares. I’m just old enough now that I can drink something a bit stronger. But back then, when my hair used to be blue, I’d make myself a hot cocoa”. As she finished explaining, she placed a steaming hot drink before you, topping off the sweet beverage with a squirt of cream and marshmallows.

Sitting down opposite you, she took a moment to let you settle in, feeling thankful that you cupped the drink and allowed your hands to warm as you didn’t shut her out.

“Do you ever think about how fragile we all are?” you asked after staring into the mug in your hands.

Natasha frowned, opening her mouth to make a sarcastic comment of ‘not really’ but refrained as she saw the seriousness in your expression. “What’s brought this on?” You didn’t answer at first, but she noted how you uncomfortable shifted in your seat, shoulders hunching forward to mirror how you sat moments ago.

It took her a couple of minutes, but then it all dawned on Natasha as she sat forward in her seat, leaning on her elbows on the table. “Does this have to do with what happened with the boss three days ago?”

She knew she'd guessed right From how your eyes flinched and teeth began biting your lower lip. Steve had been shot whilst out for dinner with you and Bucky. It had been a well-calculated attack, and no one blamed themselves more than Natasha did for not spotting the attacker before it was too late. She was his bodyguard and had yet to fail at her job, and even though it was a superficial wound and, thanks to Steve’s accelerated healing, was already just a pink scar on his abdomen, Natasha still cursed herself.

Steve didn’t blame anyone other than the asshole who shot him and had spent many hours with him the previous night, getting his revenge and delving into all of his secrets. He’d been more concerned and out for revenge due to the distress it had caused you to see Steve shot. Hysterical was putting it lightly.

You’d screamed until your voice croaked, cried until your eyes were swollen, and become completely overwhelmed by the situation, needing to stay by Steve’s side entirely without sleeping until yesterday evening when you’d all but passed out. With Bucky staying by your side, Steve was able to sneak out and finally get his revenge against the shooter, and when he returned, you were swift to motherhen him even though he insisted that he was practically healed and back to normal.

“Talk to me, Sweet. I can’t help unless you tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours”, Natasha encouraged, leaning across the table and grasping your hand.

You sighed, squeezing her hand back as you tried to find the right words to explain your feelings. “I just realised how useless I am. I mean, Steve was shot, and I completely froze; I think all I was able to do was scream. I didn’t even put pressure on the wound or hold his hand. After everything I’ve seen whilst being a part of this gang, you’d think I’d be more aware of intense situations and how to handle myself, but everything just flashed before me and how close I was to losing one of the men I love. And Steve - god, I’m so embarrassed! I’m too scared to look at him properly for fear of seeing shame in his eyes at how I reacted. I mean, what kind of a girlfriend am I to the infamous Steve Rogers, the leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in Brooklyn? I couldn’t handle something he’d been training me to be prepared for. He must have thought I was pathetic”.

“Do you really think I’d ever think that about you?” Steve asked from the doorway with Bucky over his shoulder, both looking defeated.

You were startled at his appearance, cursing his silent steps as you also felt somewhat vulnerable with him having heard your worries. “I, um, I didn’t want you to hear that”.

Steve sighed as he roughly rubbed his palm over his face and stepped further into the room. Natasha stood with a last squeeze of your hand before exiting and patting Bucky on the shoulder as she moved past him and out, leaving the three of you alone.

“Baby, you know I would never think any of those things of you. What happened was a horrible mistake, and I wish more than anything that you weren’t there to witness it. I always want to keep you protected, physically and mentally and trust me, if anything ever happened to you, I’d-” he closed his mouth, eyes clenching in a flinch like even just the thought of you being injured caused him physical pain.

Bucky wrapped an arm around Steve’s shoulder, “The main point here is that you’re both ok. There’s no point dwelling on the past, and we all react differently when we see loved ones hurt, so I don’t want to hear anymore self-doubt coming out of your lips”, Bucky reprimanded whilst giving you a pointed look and pulling himself and Steve closer towards you.

You couldn’t help but squeal as he moved back your chair, turning it to face them as they each pulled their chairs close enough that their knees brushed yours. Steve cupped your hands, lifting them to his lips to kiss your fingers and palms. “Please don’t shut me out, and next time you have any anxiety over what's happened, you need to talk to me, Sweetheart”, Steve urged whilst maintaining eye contact that you didn’t break this time.

“I will; I’m sorry” Without missing a beat, you closed the distance and kissed him deeply as he wrapped his arms around your back, pulling your body into his lap so he could hold you close.

“God, you two are going to make me cry in a minute”, Bucky suddenly announced, leaning back in his chair and wiping away an imaginary tear from his eye. Steve rolled his eyes as he held you closer with one hand and reached out with the other for Bucky to take, which he did with a smirk, removing the now empty chair so that he could be knee to knee with Steve and place his metal hand on your lower back.

“As much as I love my life, I sometimes hate how dramatic it is”,  Steve mused a second later as he kissed the side of your head.

“Mmm, I agree - shit, this drink is good”, Bucky half shouted as he drank more of the cocoa in the mug as you turned towards him with an amused smile. He looked at you and paused mid-sip, “This is yours, isn’t it?” he realised out loud before swearing and slamming the mug back onto the table. “Shit, sorry, I thought it was Romanoff’s. I’ll buy you a special treat on our way home, which I think we need to discuss, by the way”.

Steve sat up straight in his chair, causing you to move slightly in his lap as he gave Bucky a questioning stare, “What’s wrong with home?”

“Nothing’s wrong with home; why do you always assume the worst?” Bucky questioned with his head tilted to the side, catching your eye and winking before continuing. “I was just thinking that maybe the two of you need some special time alone tonight”.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere either”, you say quickly, not wishing to be separated from either of them.

Bucky’s fingers reassuringly added pressure to your back as he gently shook his head, showing the misunderstanding. “I didn’t mean it like that, Doll. I just meant maybe you two could have some fun together, and luckily for you two, I have something in mind”.

Bucky’s plan for you and Steve resulted in the two of you hours later being naked in your bedroom with him watching in a chair.

“Remind me why I’m handcuffed again?” Steve asked with a sarcastic drawl from where he lay in the centre of the bed, his head carefully resting on the fluffed pillows and both wrists handcuffed above his head around the bed frame.

“Well, you tend to be all dominate and in charge when you’re having sex, and I think our sweet girl needs some reminding that you’re ok, you’re safe, and what better way for her to do that than her to be in control of how she touches your body?” Bucky explains nonchalantly as he rubs a hand over his growing bulge in his underwear, the rest of his clothes in a pile on the floor.

“Ok, that makes sense, but why the blindfold?” Steve asked, tilting his head toward where Bucky was sitting but couldn’t see with the thick black cloth tied around his head covering his eyesight.

“Ah well, that's just fun for me; I get to watch our beautiful girl at work; you get to feel it. I mean, I need to have some fun tonight”, Bucky responded cheekily as you smiled whilst trying to adjust your weight from where you sat naked, straddling Steve’s chest.

“I’m um, I’m not very good at being in charge” You tried to hide the quiver in your voice, but instantly, your cheeks began to warm with embarrassment.

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, capturing your attention fully as he gave you a reassuring smile, “Like I explained, Sweetheart. All I want you to think about is your pleasure. You can get yourself off, fuck Steve, use toys, whatever you’d like to feel good but don’t worry about Stevie, boy; he can handle whatever you’re going to give him”.

“I sure as fuck can” Steve grinned as he rolled his hips, causing you to gasp and lean forward, putting your hands out onto his shoulders to stop yourself from falling.

“Hey! None of that now, Rogers. Just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride,” Bucky grinned, showing his straight teeth as it was your turn to roll your eyes before focusing your attention on Steve.

One of the reasons you were never the one to be in charge, other than you were submissive down to the very bone, was that you were unsure what to do. To Steve and Bucky, it seemed to come so quickly for them, knowing where to touch, the next move to have you groaning in pleasure, but sitting there staring down at Steve, you were unsure where to touch him or how to start. Do you just slide a few inches back and sit on his already hard cock? Do you suck his cock for a bit or jerk him off? But what if he came and you overstimulated him?

“I can see you are overthinking over there. Remember what I said; think about your pleasure only”, Bucky reminded you quietly.

Nodding your head, you took a moment to stare down at Steve, and the events over the last few days dawned on you. Even though he’d survived significantly worse in his life, you couldn't help but contemplate just how close to losing everything you’d ever dreamed of and needed. Having him here, beneath you, living and breathing.

Before you could lose yourself to the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill over, you decided to clear your mind of those negative thoughts by lowering your mouth to his. The two of you released a breath simultaneously as Steve eagerly pressed his face firmly against yours, his head lifting off the pillow slightly.

It wasn’t a desperately messy kiss, full of tongues and saliva. It was a kiss that had the moment standing still as your hand rested over his heart, feeling the beat beneath, having the reminder that he was still here with you.

Pulling back from the kiss so that you were hovering over his face, you whispered intimately, “I love you”.

“I love you too,” was his instant response in the same calm tone, like a whisper in the wind.

Swallowing the emotional lump in your throat, you briefly pecked his lips once before trailing kisses down his chin and exploring the column of his throat, smiling as you felt him swallow beneath your lips. With your hands, you trailed your fingertips down his arms, feeling goosebumps lining his skin as you moved to meet where your mouth met his skin.

Slowly as you could, you kissed your way down his chest, making sure to lick and nip his peaked nipples, enjoying the little gasps he released as you contemplated that you’d never noticed how sensitive his nipples actually were. Further down, you moved as your legs shifted between him, making sure that his legs were spread so that you could fit between him perfectly.

As your lips continued giving open-mouthed kisses over his abs, you aimed for the pink scar close to his hip bone. The kiss pressed to the recently claimed gunshot injury that had even lightened in the shade since this morning with his accelerated healing. Steve’s legs tensed as he tried to refrain from thrusting his hips into the air as your breasts pressed against his thick length that you were attempting to ignore whilst worshipping his body.

“This is a cute moment and all, but I wanna see you cum already, Doll”, Bucky groaned impatiently as you looked at him over your shoulder as he sat with his hands clenched in his lap, as he continued to refrain from touching himself even though he was evidently very much aroused.

You smile against Steve’s skin and take one last breath of his natural body scent that had mixed with the spicy aftershave he’d used earlier this morning. Taking your time, you shift back to your original position of sitting across his abs, carefully sitting above the fresh scar that was still sensitive.

“I think I want to put these chiselled abs to good work”, you say whilst stroking a finger down them, laughing to yourself as Steve tensed, defining them even more solidly. Relaxing the position of your thighs, you sighed as your wetness now rested against his abdomen.

It wasn’t as satisfying as humping against his thigh because of the flat shape of his toned body, but that didn’t stop you from riding him slowly, making sure to really drag your clit in small circles against his body.

Your moans were breathy and gentle as your pleasure bloomed in your core, especially as Steve struggled to keep his emotions and body in heck beneath.

Licking his lips, he admitted, “I really fucking wish I could see you right now”.

“Oh, don’t you worry, big boy, she looks beautiful, there’s no doubt about that”, Bucky responded as he finally moved his black boxers to midthigh, his hand wrapped around his shaft as he matched the pace you were driving.

Deciding you needed something that had more definition than his perfectly sculpted abdomen, you shifted back down the bed until your cunt was flushed with Steve’s shaft that was hard and resting against his pubic bone. There was already a patch of precum that had pooled, and without thinking, you scooped it up with your finger and sucked the juices, savouring the musky saltiness.

“Holy shit”, Bucky cursed as his eyelids lowered in arousal.

Steve was trembling with restraint now as you began to slide your warm cunt against his shaft, making sure not to go over the tip as you wanted to savour the feel of his length first before fucking yourself on him.

In this position, you were quickly coating his cock in your juices, helping to prepare him for when you did want to sit on his cock, which, in fairness, would probably be soon with how horny you were feeling.

Faster and with more pressure, you ground down on his shaft until the burning in your core exploded, your cunt pulsing around nothing as you shivered through the sensation, breathing deeply with soft moans.

Leaning your hands on his chest, you shifted your hips forward, catching the tip of his cock against your pussy and continuing with the slow movements, not wanting to rush the adrenaline and burn that came with his cock thoroughly stretching your walls.

“So fucking tight”, Steve cursed, pressing his head back further into the pillow as the veins in his arms bulged as he restrained himself from easily snapping out of the handcuffs.

You couldn’t think of coherent words to respond, so sighed in satisfaction, taking a moment to savour the sensation. Eventually, though, the hunger for more became ravenous as you began to lift yourself off of his cock and then slam back onto him.

It was different riding him like this; usually, if you were on top, he’d either have a hand around your throat or his hands gripping your hips tightly and directing your movements. With all the movements being down to just your body, it was almost like having a life-size sex toy that moaned and breathed.

Additionally, it meant that you could really draw out the orgasm that was already threatening to suffocate around his cock as you rode him with slamming hips. Eventually, it all came too much, and with one hand on his chest and the other gripping your breast to squeeze the flesh, you had your second orgasm and a shiver of pleasure.

“You’re so fucking big”, you moaned as you attempted to catch your breath but settled for a different motion instead of riding up and down. Keeping your hips flush with his so that his balls rested against your arse, you began to circle your hips clockwise and then anticlockwise.

Steve gasped as his chest heaved with the attempt of arching his back. “Wait, Steve, shut up for a second”, Bucky demanded, and the three of you stopped making moaning noises, but you continued with your grinding and hip circles, which was when you could hear it too. The obscene sounds of your gushing cunt, sloshing and slurping with the movements. It felt incredible to be so full of Steve, but hearing how much this move was making him lose his mind only motivated you through feeling breathless.

“Holy shit, that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard, but if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum”, Steve grunted, his mouth hanging open so that his grunts of pleasure were unfiltered. Bucky was just as vocal from where he sat, getting himself off.

“I want you to cum; please cum for me, Sir”, you begged as Steve moaned at the nickname used. As his dick hardened inside of you, your fingers quickly began to circle your drenched clit matching the movements of your hips as you joined him by cumming at the same time, squeezing his shaft with your walls and milking his cock internally.

It felt unbelievably satisfying to feel the liquid filling you entirely and having no other room but to leak out of the sides and onto his pubic area. Your thighs have tightened so tightly around Steve’s body you were sure if he didn’t have his healing ability, you’d have caused bruises from where your knees had dug into his side.

He never complained once, though, as he tried to catch his breath just as desperately as you were. Slumping forward, your face rested against his chest, directly over his heart so that you could listen to the wild racing of his heart. You were exhausted from riding his cock, and for a moment, you determined the fantastic shape he was in was probably down to being on top all the time.

Your thighs and abdomen muscles ached as you determined you needed a little break from the riding but not from the orgasm, and even though you were feeling a little overstimulated internally, you were somewhat determined to see how far you could go.

Reaching blindly on the bed, you found the vibrating wand and moved it between your bodies until it rested against your clit. With Steve’s cock still somehow still hard, you remained with him inside of you as you turned on the vibrator.

Steve groaned as the vibrations were felt through not just his pubic mound but also your cunt as both were stimulated by the powerful toy. It wasn’t even on the highest setting, but it was enough to take your breath away at first, soon, you settled down, content with simply lying there until an orgasm built.

For a moment, you contemplated releasing Steve from his handcuffs so that he could wrap his big arms around you, but you knew that once he was free from those handcuffs, it would be a free-for-all.

One orgasm spiralled into two, and you had to push the vibrator away as the ache deepened within your cunt. You were exhausted and on the verge of becoming entirely too overstimulated for the orgasms.

“I- I don’t think I can cum again”, you admit whilst gently rocking yourself against Steve’s cock.

“Could I make one request?” Steve asks whilst licking his lips, his voice just as deep as it is when he first wakes up.

“Hmm?” you say in response.

“Sit on my face. I know you’ve had enough, you don’t have to cum, and if it hurts, I’ll stop, but I wanna taste you so bad right now”, Steve pleaded.

“How could I say no to that request”, you muse. Carefully and with a great deal of mess, you slipped off of his throbbing cock, which twitched in the air as his and your juices continued to drip out of your cunt and down his shaft.

With the way you’d climbed off, you ended up kneeling over his face so that you were facing down his body, staring and admiring his cock until the other man in the room caught your attention as Bucky kneeled on the bed.

Just as you lowered your soaking cunt onto Steve’s hot mouth, Bucky reached forward and began to stroke Steve’s cock. The mafia boss beneath you nearly choked on his own cum as he drank down the juices flowing out of you but soon found a rhythm, and as his hips rolled to meet the strokes of Bucky's metal fist, his tongue and lips matched this.

Reaching forward, you pulled Bucky in for a desperate kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, dominating in every way. With the taste of your cunt in his mouth and Bucky’s fist, Steve was cumming again as Bucky carefully caught the thick white seed in his fist, licking up every drop that Steveall but screamed out with his orgasm.

This time, you watched as his cock softened, and carefully you crawled off his face with the help of Bucky’s steady and damp hands. With Bucky’s lips against yours, he stated, “I know you’re not done yet, get back on him”.

Pulling back, you looked down at Steve’s clammy body and the pink blush that had hued over his chest as you determined, “Won’t I hurt him if I sit on his overstimulated cock?”

Steve answered for Bucky, “Fuck no, you won’t hurt me. Get back on Princess”, he pleads desperately. Turning back to face Steve, you try and angle his soft cock at your entrance, but it wouldn’t go back in as Steve cursed at the handling.

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” you asked fearfully.

“Yes, I’m sure just- I don’t know. Buck, grip me hard in your fist or something,” he responded, sounding frustrated with his body for a second. You had to bite your lip as Bucky shrugged and gripped Steve’s flaccid cock in his hand, causing the blonde to gasp and arch his back, nearly knocking you over in the process. “Yeah, just like that.”

“You know Steve, some would call you a freak for getting off on pain like that”, Bucky joked half-heartedly as his fist began pumping up and down the hardening cock in his hand.

“Yeah, well, you’re one to talk”, Steve sassed back as he finally became hard enough that you could slide back down his cock. “Just a warning if I cum again, I’ll probably be shooting air out”.

Again, you had to bite your lip to hold back the laugh from Steve’s admission. Bucky led beside the two of you, reaching over to tilt Steve’s blindfolded face towards him. “I thought you could go all night? What’s the point in having all of these special abilities if you’re already shooting blanks after two orgasms”, Bucky contemplated.

“Yeah, well, you have her sit on your cock and see how long you last, asshole”, Steve bite back earning a chuckle from Bucky as you watched them both fondly, trying to get to find a good rhythm to move your body, opting for a slow in and out and circle of your hips.

The soaking noises of your wet cunt began to fill the atmosphere once more as Steve and Bucky started to make out, dimming the noise of their moans. Bucky eased back and whispered into Steve’s ear, “Do you hear how wet she is? Best you can feel it, how sopping wet our girl is. Aw, poor thing she’s getting tired”, Bucky smirks as you frown at him. You were exhausted, but you weren’t letting that stop your movements, by the way, Bucky was winking at you, you knew he was up to something.

Steve gritted his teeth, almost growling as he contemplated his next move, and you realised Bucky was antagonising him as the next second, Steve’s snapping out of the handcuffs. You’re suddenly on your back in the middle of the bed as he rolls the two of you over.

Steve’s face delves into the crook of your neck as your legs are instantly pushed back so that your knees nearly brush against your chest as he completely crowds around you. Clearly having driven him to his limit, Steve did not hold back; he began to fuck you with unfathomably hard and fast thrusts.

His cock was a blur as it pounded into your drenched cunt. All you could do was cling to him, nails scratching into the skin of his shoulders and then up to his jaw, pulling his face back so that you could push his blindfold up that was still covering his eyesight. He blinked down at you, groaning at the sight beneath him as he kissed you feverishly.

You were stuck between kissing, moaning and trying to gasp for breath as your orgasm plummeted through your cunt until you were close to sobbing with the overwhelming emotions. Steve’s powerful body fucked you deep into the bed until he was deeply crying out your name with the trembling effects of his third orgasm. From the feeling of it, he definitely wasn't shooting blanks as more of his seed oozed out of your well-used cunt.

He remained on top of you for a while, his body keeping yours warm as you breathed one another in, but eventually, he was moved onto his side by a gentle hand of Bucky’s.

“Come on, big boy, I need you to move over so I can clean you both up”, the brunette explained as he sat on the bed with a warm washcloth. Steve sighed in contentment but remained with his arms around your torso as he observed Bucky clean up his sensitive flaccid cock.

As Bucky moved between your legs, you tiredly gasped, “Wait, you didn’t get to cum, Bucky”.

Bucky grinned up at you, leaning down to kiss your cheek as he explained, “Oh, don’t worry, I did, twice. You should see the back of Steve; think I might have got some in his hair as he was fucking you into next week”.

Steve quietly cursed before chuckling as he reached a hand behind his head, “Well, the sheets are thoroughly ruined for tonight then”.

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[vivzzi]

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

synopsis: the day guard and night guard communicating through notes.

your shift starts the same way as every other day. you start by checking the pizzeria to make sure no intruders came in then you start cleaning the office. normally it’s full of empty fast food wrappers and cigarette ashes but this time you find a small bottle of sleeping pills with the owners name on the side of the bottle. mike schmidt. you remember vanessa telling you about the new night guard so you assume it’s his. grabbing a sticky note and pen you write a small note.

try and remember to take your pills home with you next time mike :)

- the day guard

you stick the note on the top of the pill bottle before sitting down and checking the cameras and taking small naps every now and then till the end of your shift. once the clock hits 11pm you grab your belongings before making your way out. while walking to the bus stop the sounds of your shoes hitting the ground with each step being the only noticeable sound throughout the empty street you start thinking about what the new night guard could be like. probably lazy since he brings his pills to work with him.

-

everyday starts the same. doing the same tasks around the pizzeria and checking on the animatronics every couple days. you walk into the office setting your bag on the ground taking your headphones off when you see a note attached to the security monitor.

Thanks for keeping my pills safe and not throwing them away. maybe you could tell me your name as well? i wish there was another way i could thank you.

- Mike

a small smile appears across your face before you take out another sticky note writing a small note for him.

it’s y/n and you keeping the office clean is the best thank you gift lol

- y/n

you place the note next to his old one before continuing with your job.

-

when you got to work the next day you didn’t bother with your daily tasks instead you were focused on reading the new note mike has left behind for you. instantly walking through the hallway and straight into the office your eyes see a tiny fort set up in the office which looks like it could fit a small child in before looking over at the desk and seeing another note.

Sorry about the fort my sister came to work with me since i didn’t have a babysitter available last night :/ i promise to clean it up once i come back later. please accept this drink as an apology gift

- Mike

you see a can of coke next to the note and you smile while picking it up. a small gesture which you appreciated.

no worries about the fort it’s kinda cute but thanks for the drink :)) please accept this i think you need it more than me

-y/n

you walk towards your bag and pull out a can of redbull before placing it next to the note feeling proud of yourself. after that you start doing your tasks with mike being the only thing occupying your mind.

-

your routine has completely changed instead of doing what you used to do now all you do is leave notes and small gifts for mike as he does the same for you. this time you brought a gift for his younger sister who’s name that you learnt is abby. you place the gift in her fort. a small stuffed bunny before going over to see mikes new note.

This note thing can’t go on forever i may have to clock in early one night so we can talk in person. Abby would also love to meet you.

- Mike

the note was placed on a small bar of chocolate. mike has already shared his past with jobs and how he ended working here so you never really expected any type of expensive gift from him and to be honest you loved all the things he has given you so far.

-

the next day was different. the second you walked into the pizzeria you were greeted with broken glass everywhere, ripped posters and prizes all over the ground. you sat down in the main dining hall covering your face out of stress you couldn’t help but to feel guilty as if the place getting broken into was your fault. suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a person running into the pizzeria.

“y/n?”

the person runs up to you before pulling you into a tight hug whispering soft words of reassurance into your ear.

“vanessa told me what happened don’t worry about it- are you hurt?”

“mike?”

you finally look up at him as he gives you a small smile and hums to show you that he’s really there before you hug him back.

“i’m so glad you’re here”

“i cant believe this is how we meet”

he makes a quick joke to lighten the mood and it works as you let out a small laugh shaking your head. the rest of the day was spent cleaning up the mess with music playing in the background while you and mike connected over anything you had in common.

leaving him that note was the best decision ever.

-

bonus:

you walk out of mike’s car and to his front door with him as he opens it. you see vanessa sleeping on the couch after babysitting abby. you ended up staying at the pizzeria with mike for his shift that same day which made him invite you over to meet abby.

as mike shuts the door you can hear footsteps approaching you guys. abby runs up to mike giving him a hug before turning to you slightly confused.

“abby this is y/n”

her confused expression slowly turns into an excited one as she runs up to you giving your figure a tight hug.

“thank you so much for the stuffed bunny i still have it. do you want to come and see my stuffed animal collection in my room?”

before you could answer her she drags you down the hallway and towards her room. you turn around giving mike a smile while following abby.

“already bringing her home mike? that was fast”

mike slightly jumps due to vanessa’s voice before rolling his eyes.

a/n: might turn this into a mini series because i wanna expand their relationship but im still thinking about it and i lowkey hate this 😭😭

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #michael afton #michael afton x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

[disillusioneddanny]

It’s me, hi I’m the problem is me (dead tired)

The world was ending.

That was the thing Tim had come to accept. Somehow, all of the big bads had made friends and decided to work together to take over the universe and split it amongst themselves. Darkseid, Trigun, Barbatos, they had all gotten together to conquer the universe. Raven was completely drained, The supers three were in the infirmary, and the Lanterns Corp were barely holding them back, losing every second. Hell, even the Justice League Dark were down for the count.

“What are we doing to do?” Nightwing murmured, watching as the Lanterns slowly lost momentum.

“I-I don’t know,” Bruce whispered. Tim’s adoptive father had ripped of his cowl, his hair stood mussed from continuously running his fingers through his hair in stress. Batman, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman stood over all of the contingencies Bruce had ever collected on the three big bads.

Robin stared at the screen that showed the devastation, a frown prominent on his face. “So this is it? We just give up?”

“No,” Red Hood said walking into the room with Arsenal and Starfire in tow. Behind the three stood a young man. He had Lazarus green eyes, snow white hair, slightly blue skin, and pointed ears. His body adorned in black armor, a blue crown floated above his head and a large cape hung from his body with galaxies swirling around. He looked to be Tim’s age, maybe just a little older than him, somewhere between his and Jason’s age.

“Who’s this?”

The being stepped forward, jewelry that hung from his ears tinkled slightly when he did and jeez, he was beautiful.

“My name is Phantom,” the being said with a serene smile. He was otherworldly, unlike anything Tim had ever seen in his life. “I am High King of the Infinite Realms. Jason asked me to come and assist with an issue you are dealing with,” he said, his eyes flicked to the large monitor curiously, tilting his head to the side, the silver that hng from his ears clangled once more. “Ah, those three, how fun.”

“How do you uh, how do you know Jason?” Tim asked, stepping towards the king.

At this, Phantom had an amused smile on his face as he looked back at Jason. “You never told them?”

Jason let out a groan of annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. “When I died, Phantom found me in the ghost zone, I never actually moved one when I died. For those six months I just hung out in the ghost zone and became friends with Phantom. Before I came back, he declared me as one of his Fright Knights. And last years he ran into me during one of my missions and brought back my memories from when I died and fixed the pit rage.”

Phantom nodded, a wide grin on his face. “Jason made a lousy ghost. Now, how about I go fix this issue for you all real quick?” He said before he disappeared. Tim went to ask Jason about Phantom only for his father to beat him to the punch.

“Is this why we haven’t been able to get in contact with you?” Bruce asked, furrowing his brow. Jason shrugged.

“Couldn’t find the sword he left me that lets me summon him. Turns out I left it on Kori’s ship so she had to travel to come get me. From there it took a bit for me to remember how to summon him, I’ve never actually done it before so it took a few tries to get it right. And of course Phantom thought it was a social call and he loves to talk so it took a little bit to explain. And on top of that, time works different in the Realms. And Klarion was there so it just took a little longet than I wanted it to but he’s here and he’ll take care of the issue super quick.”

“Klarion?”

“Yeah he’s dating Phantom’s clone, he hates their relationship like a lot but it’s like two little chaos gremlins,” Jason said with a chuckle.

“How old is Phantom?” Tim blurted out.

Jason gave the nineteen year old a confused look but chuckled nonetheless. “He’s twenty.”

“Twenty and he is already a king?” Aquaman said, looking more and more interested in Phantom.

“Been king since he was fourteen,” Jason said, sucking at his teeth before he looked at the monitor and started snickering. Tim followed his gaze and smiled when he saw Phantom grow a third arm and grabbed all three beings by their ears, shrinking them down to his size before he dragged them away from the Lanterns before they disappeared.

Soon after the four reappeared in front of Bruce, Diana and Arthur who all looked on curiously.

“Kneel,” Phantom ordered. The three beings fell harshly to their knees. “I am beyond disappointed in the three of you. Are your realms not enough? What makes you think that you have the right to take over dimensions that do not belong to you?”

“But-” Trigon started.

“No buts from you, Trigon. The only reason you’re even still the ruler of your world is because none of your children want the position,” Phantom said. “Due to your crimes against this realm I hearby sentence you all to a millenia in the Fright Zone. Jason,” he instructed.

Jason grinned and pulled his sword from its sheath and stepped forward. With a quick swipe, all three disappeared from view.

Phantom stepped towards the three heroes and dipped his head in a polite bow. “They should not cause anymore issues. I apologize that I could not get here sooner. While I may be ll power, I am not all seeing and Kronos does not always deem it fit to tell me when my underlings are causing issues,” he said with a polite smile. “Does anyone have any paper or something to write on?”

“I uh, I have a tablet, I can just pull up something,” Tim stammered, stepping forward. Phantom smiled in thanks, taking the tablet from Tim. He drew out a complicated sigil and set it on the large table.

“This is my official line. Next time you are in a situation such as this, please do not hesitate to summon me,” he said before he looked at Tim and looked him up and down, a single fang peeked from under his lip. “As for you, Handsome, feel free to get my personal sigil from your brother and call me anytime.”

Before Tim could say another word, the High King disappeared and Tim immediately turned towards his brother with wide eyes. “ Jason ,” he hissed.

“He’s my fucking friend! I don’t want you dating him,” Jason shouted, running out of the room with Tim following close behind.

#dead tired ship #dead tired #dp x dc #dc x dp fanfiction #dp x dc crossover #dis writes

[comfortless]

AHH I was the anon from the Bear!Ko ask ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I adore it so much like I’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair your ideas are CHEFS KISS AND IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE PROMPTT

Definitely not excited that you’re considering more hybrid stuff.. TEEHEE ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

BUT YEAH JUST THOUGHT TO DROP SOMETHING NEW CUZ WHY NOT! Maybe Ko being deployed on a mission to some wild terrain, having to camp out on the grounds for a while by himself. Reader taking interest in the behemoth and toying with him until he finds out they’re a fae or nymph

Or a game of hide and seek.. in the dark.. with him.. maybe even a wolf!ko

ONCE AGAIN ID LOVE TO SEE YOU WORK UR MAGIC ON THESE IDEAS (｡♥‿♥｡)

hi, 🧸!! working on something with a lycanthrope Kö at the moment, but this is… well it is something! i adore the idea of König with a cute (insatiable) nymph!! definitely give @cookiepie111’s Drink From The Leche of Sirens a read if you haven’t already. <3

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fae nonsense (reader is a tree nymph), vague smut.

It isn’t that he ever intended to be here, not really. Simple surveillance, Fender had told him. Any knowing soldier would recognize the equipment that did not even need hands to tend to it, the cameras that should be set and monitored, and yet there were none in place here— just König, a loaded gun, and the stillness of the forest that seemed to stretch ever onward.

There’s been a lapse for the past week, with Kortac’s most adept at retrieving information out seeking just that, off with their radios constantly abuzz and adrenaline running rampant through their veins.

There’s an envy harbored somewhere in the back of his skull, twittering and hissing when he thinks on it too much… shelved for an uncharacteristic mistake to be left here amongst plants and scattered animal sounds, a temporary solace that would be ripped away when something new came through the chain of command; an overabundance of the very things he would care to think less about.

König hasn’t seen another person in days, not out here, tracking a vehicle carrying supposed smuggled weapons. There are no tire tracks, not even air traffic passing above: only gloom, loneliness, and the chill of early spring.

Then the abandoned house, where he takes refuge. It’s dated: the furniture all in various states of disarray, shattered porcelain about the kitchen and vaulted ceilings so high he doesn’t even need to bother with ducking to cross from room to room. It’s old on the exterior, stately, with vines creeping up its walls to reach the warmest height to bloom. Though internally, it is clear the place has not been left to rot for long: no loose boards, no holes in the ceiling or floor, just seemingly preserved somehow, as though time itself had come to still.

He doesn’t mind the daily patrols through the forest, the pensive stalking and creeping to find any hint of what he was after. Even through the night, when sleep forgets to lure him in for warmth and comfort amidst the pollen and silence, the walking never seems to grate on him.

There are lights, often, amongst the trees, faint pulses of glowing white that dissipate the moment his gaze sweeps over them. He’s read the fairytales as a child, even witnessed Conor get so drunk once that he shared his own tales of the ‘wee folk’, but König would feel a fool to believe any of that at face value. Most of his own kind were not interested in him, shying away with laughter or pitying gazes the moment he approached, so why would anything else be drawn to a man who could never quite scrub the blood from his fingernails or keep a conversation from spinning out into silence and uneasy glances?

It’s during one of these nightly walks that he first sees her, a vision bathed beneath the milky glow of the moon, ethereal, yet still nothing short of a proper blessing from the earth. Despite the distance from his path to her own, her body looks soft, bare and gentle. The growing thorns and clusters of ivy do not scrape her, only gently pull aside as she walks, tender and swaying like the petals sprung up from the plants for little fingers ghost over.

He only thinks that, assuredly, he’s lost his mind. The vision fades away when she looks at him, curls her lips into a smile… and then it is all gone. She leaves not a trace, no footprints indented into the soil he knows he had only just watched her tread. The flowers he saw her pull into being have vanished, too. All that remains is a dulled aura of dread, a strange thing that he has not felt in years, if ever at all.

König does not think of the woman until she appears again, during the day amidst the leaves of a sprawling sycamore. She lies against the bark, body resting over a healthy branch where she sleeps in a position so demure it sets his heart ablaze. The breeze caresses her hair, something he wishes to feel beneath his own fingertips; it whistles over her bare skin while the sun bathes her in rays of gold, filtered out through pinprick partings in the leaves, begs, pleads for him to touch. Forbidden fruit, too lofty to touch, too dainty for ash and blood.

He only walks away, carries on with the focus of his mission, reminds himself of every time that he’s sought some semblance of companionship and how those escapades had all simmered down to nothing but taunting echoes for sleepless nights. There was no need for any more ghosts, not even the pretty ones.

With nothing else in sight, he returns to that house where time halts and loses himself to want; swallows dry when he frees himself of his buckle and pulls out his growing erection. A release and an expelling of memory all in one.

He thinks of her, of her graceful walk amidst the darkened woods, of the way she lay, perfectly unscathed and beautiful, unknowing of any thing that plagues him, scatters from his grim expression right down to his very marrow. The imaginings… he would never speak of them, perhaps would only have the information pried from him that he thought of her smile when he spilled himself into his palm, but only if she came to beg for it with a voice he imagines must be tree sticky and sweet like warmed honey. Only if she came for him.

There lies a meadow just past an abrupt opening in the tree line, small and subdued by outstretched branches that curl over the grass and wildflowers still yet to bloom. No chill lingers here, as though summer stretches over the little glade and settles atop it with its warmth, masks even the little pond that does not seem to carry the same frosted panes of ice that the others he had seen do. There is fruit, puny red berries and hefty pears causing their limbs to bend, gently set them down for the earth and all of the animals roaming about to eat.

And he knows he’s stumbled upon her home.

He finds his voice when she peeks at him from behind the trunk, wide-eyed and curious with the softest curl about her lips, playful but tentative.

“Hallo,” he whispers, raising his gloved hand as if to wave, but curling his fingers into his palm instead. He’s horribly uncertain, caught between the alarming thought that he’s dealing with some perturbing nudist or something… else entirely.

“Hello,” she says, almost shy as she unveils herself from behind the tree, takes a step toward him with a tender look in her eyes and a long draw of breath. Sets his nerves at ease with her silent admittance that she, too, at least seemed wary.

König immediately tells her why he’s here, not in full detail, sparing the poor doe the tedium and the confidential bits that would likely only make her head spin, and then… he mentions how he had seen her, how the forest seemed to yield to her whims, her dancing beneath the moon that appeared to shine only for her. He gives her a curious look, undetectable beneath the darkened hood, pleads for her to explain in his own silent sort of way.

“I have seen you too,” she says instead, curling her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest, and… he doesn’t think to ask any further.

She’s the loveliest thing that he has ever seen or felt: places herself right into his lap when she guides him down to the grass. There’s sap on her fingertips when she presses them to his lips, curiously grazing them over his mouth as he speaks to her about the forest, a forest he’s already deemed to be her own, obscure princess that she was. She giggles when he dares to lick over each intruding digit, even gives a shaky, soft sigh when he suckles at one.

The nymph whispers things into his ear that he’s never heard before: things about each sprouting plant, of other things that hide away in the shade beneath branches and how they had all seen him too, about the earth and life and softer secrets about her beloved tree. Home and love without ever daring to speak words so simple. She does not ask about the dreadful things he does not think about, only lies back in the grass when he praises her beauty and the lovely notes of her voice.

He thinks for a moment that he should not touch her, should not have her grace wasted on something like him, but she rises up only enough to kiss him through the hood and he finds himself tugged down to tickling blades of grass and his mind finally does quiet.

She cradles him close as he claims her love for his own, steals sap from her lips and follows her sighs to a comforting oblivion. Her hands find his neck, his shoulders to offer gentle touches, tracing patterns like the intricate twisting of vines against his flesh all while he praises their union, her sweetness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s spent with her, the day seems to to stretch on for an eternity with the sun high above, but when he wakes… he is back inside of the old, quiet house, lying in the bed he knows with a certainty that he’s never even touched. Fender’s voice is calling to him over the radio, clipped and demanding for a report, one that proves nothing at all, a barrage of words filled with wonder and bliss with no intel on the mission.

And König isn’t shocked by the leave he’s given once he does return to base the following day. Three weeks time would be just enough to clear his head, regain his focus, pull money from his account to purchase that lonesome old house in the forest. He couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing such an angel again, never hearing the soft chittering of her voice or being blessed with the feeling of her beneath him, intertwined like the vines she so loved.

#könig x reader

[lexosaurus]

Twelve Hours: Chapter 1

Part 1 of 5 of my fic for Ecto Implosion, the DP reverse mini-bang (artists go first, writers go second).

I was SUPER lucky to get @tytach's incredible art to write my fic off of. Their art lines up with Chapter 5 of this fic, and I'm so excited to get there so everyone can see it because ahhhhhh it's so so soooo good!

read on: [ao3]

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Characters: Danny Fenton, Harriet Chin, GIW (mentioned a lot) Tags: Identity Reveal, Flashbacks, Runaway Danny Fenton, Angst WC: 1788 Summary: When the GIW revealed Danny to the world, the only thing he could do was run. Run and run and run until he escaped to Chicago, trying desperately to disappear. Too bad it didn't work.

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Warm light washed over the room, draping his figure in its yellows and oranges. From the monitors, Danny could see how the olive undertones in his skin seemed to be at home in the welcoming backlight. Still, it didn’t stop the sweat from trickling down his neck as the halo of lights slow-roasted him from every angle. 

It was to humanize him, reporter Harriet Chin had explained from her seat, watching as a sound engineer fastened the lapel microphone to his shirt. They wanted to make him feel like anyone’s next-door neighbor. Not a scary ghost, just a victim of an unfortunate legal system.

An unfortunate legal system, Danny had internally repeated, fighting the urge to rub the raised lines under his button-up shirt. That was one way to put it. 

But right now, he just felt hot, and he didn’t much like heat. He could feel his body reacting in kind, burning deep from the fried nerves fighting to repair themselves inside him. Just as they had been doing for the past…

…how long?

“Here,” Harriet Chin said, her words ripping through his discomfort. She turned the tablet around to face him.

Too keenly aware of the cameras surrounding him and the lapel mic recording his every breath, he fitted as neutral of an expression on his face as he could as he looked down at the screen. 

A face he knew too well stared back at him. It was a man, his senior, with a square jaw and high cheekbones. His strong nose sloped downward at the point, and his forehead was smooth, blending impeccably into his bald scalp. In one ear was a hooked earpiece with a curly wire jutting out from behind.

Old school, of course. Danny remembered when the wire went out of fashion for the new Bluetooth earpieces.

Very little changed in there, after all.

Harriet hit play, and the man began speaking. “Our goal was to uncover who the kid had been. If we could understand that, then we would know his human past, what makes him tick, and most importantly, why he became the ghost he is today.”

The camera cut to an older woman with pale skin and poofy gold hair that curled up at the end. Deep lines creased her face, and pale pink lipstick brushed her lips, adding an almost hint of youth to her wise demeanor. 

“And what did you find? In that conquest?” the woman asked.

The camera cut back to the square-jawed man. He sat there in a moment of what was supposed to be read as contemplative silence, though Danny knew just how rehearsed it was in reality. Then after his onerous pause, he sighed, shook his head, and said, “What we found was something so disturbing, it made us question our own reality.”

Danny felt his jaw set. He could have mouthed along to the following words; they were so deeply carved into the trunk of his memories. But he suppressed the urge, just as he suppressed the way his pulse quickened and the prickling heat on his skin intensified.

But he remembered. By god, he remembered. He didn’t even need to close his eyes to be brought back to that moment, back to that day.

Harriet paused the video, but Danny didn’t take his eyes off the screen. Off the man—no, off Operative O. 

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12:00:00

Danny tugged on his hood, hoping it covered the bulk of his hair. Under the table, his leg bounced, his anxiety refusing to let his body obey his pleas to act natural, just act natural.

He didn’t know where he was, not exactly. He hadn’t been paying attention to the road signs as he flew. More than likely, he wouldn’t have been able to read them anyway—not with the world so blurry around him.

All he knew was that he was far away from Amity Park. And hopefully, he was deep enough into the rural country to become completely unrecognizable.

But of course, no one would recognize him here. The only houses around were so run down that Danny would be shocked if any of their residents owned cable. Sure, the diner had a few small televisions on, but the few scraggly patrons around either had their noses shoved into their newspapers, or their eyes were keyed onto the fuzzy television playing today’s football game. No one cared about him, the tired, skinny-looking kid.

“You decided yet?” a voice above him said, nearly sending him flying from his booth.

Danny balled his clammy fingers into a fist and tried to awkwardly smooth out the menu paper he’d crinkled. 

Act natural, act natural.

He risked a glance up to see a pale, stocky woman with bright red curls tied loosely into a bun. The blue apron tied around her waist sported ketchup stains that Danny was sure were at least a week old.

But he could hardly judge, with how he must have looked to all of them.

On the other television mounted on the wall behind her, the silent commercial break ended to reveal the top of a news segment. 

His mouth dried. Should he make a break for it? Surely, they would run the Anti-Ecto laws segment at the top, wouldn’t they? But if they got a national news station here, wouldn’t that mean the employees and regulars of this diner would be able to recognize him?

He must have frozen for too long because the woman's disinterested face was beginning to morph in a way that Danny didn’t like.

He blurted out, “Uh, are you still serving breakfast?” 

“We serve breakfast all day, hun,” she said.

He knew that. It was at the top of the menu. Great, now she probably thought he was strange and illiterate.

Wonderful.

The familiarity of his internal sarcastic quips managed to shave off just enough stress for Danny to give what he hoped wasn’t a grimace as he said, “I’ll have the blueberry pancakes, thanks.”

She nodded at him, then turned back into the kitchen. Danny tracked her eyes, but she hadn’t looked up at the news.

Not that his face was on it. Yet. 

Maybe he should leave. Not even risk it. Focus on finding somewhere to sleep tonight. 

But no, he was safe. No one was looking at the news. The goddamn football game was on. Nobody cared about some stupid Anti-Ecto laws or the stupid Guys in White.

“Sacked!” one of the men huddled on the stool in front of the football television shouted. 

Another, bigger man joined in the groans with, “He shoulda run!” 

“It’s the offense. They’re all shit,” the first man said. Danny wondered if his wiry, overgrown mustache itched or if he’d simply gotten used to it. “Not a single goddamn person open! Shit, I’m tellin’ ya!”

“S’why he shoulda just run instead of lookin’ for an open guy,” the bigger man said. 

They could have been speaking ancient Ghost Speak for all Danny knew, but so long as their attention was focused on that television and not the other, muted one, then Danny would be okay.

The woman rounded the counter again, this time holding a tray with a plastic cup full of water and a coffee. She set both down in front of Danny, who reached for the coffee with greedy hands. It burned at his touch, but he was too thankful to care.

“Figured you might want it,” the woman said. “With you traveling and all.”

Danny must have flinched because she immediately amended, “It’s just that I don’t recognize your face, is all. I don’t mean to pry into personal business.”

“Oh—I—” Danny swallowed. What was his rehearsed cover, again? “I’m going to see my cousin.”

She peered down at him, her eyes narrowing. “Your cousin’s out here?” 

Behind her, the TV playing the news began their headline report, and Danny’s stomach plummeted to the floor.

Act natural. 

His adrenaline was quickly taking over, and he had almost forgotten the question before he blurted out, “Chicago.”

However, her suspicion didn’t melt off her face like Danny envisioned it would. “Hm, okay.”

“I just got hungry,” Danny said. 

The TV was now showing his face. Both of his faces. 

Maybe she noticed how all the blood seemed to drain from his cheeks, or the way he kept glancing behind her, because she started to tilt her head back when Danny blurted out, “And, you know, diners in the middle of nowhere always have the best food.”

The screen cut, replacing his faces with the faces of Operative O and a reporter. Her lips were moving, but the black captions appeared a few seconds later. “What was your goal with all of this?”

“Are you trying to butter me up?” the waitress asked.

Danny ripped his eyes from the screen. For a second, he forgot again what they were talking about. Then he remembered he was trying to stall until the segment ended, and nerves hit him like a tropical storm all over again. 

“Only for the free coffee,” he answered.

“Free coffee, huh? Well, I think I can bargain for that just this one time. It’s not often we get visitors, you know.” 

Her voice may have been sugar, but Danny could still see how her eyes swept over him, pausing over every scruff in his hoodie. 

Ancients, he must have looked like a right mess.

He glanced back at the screen to see Operative O saying, “What we found was something so disturbing, it made us question our own reality.”

What they found…about him? What a bunch of psychopaths.

Psychopaths that can end you, he reminded himself. 

But he didn’t need that kind of optimism right now, so he tried to focus back on the waitress, but what were they talking about again? Something about…coffee?

“We discovered a ghost who had taken the body of a dead child and was using him like a doll. And no one knew. Not family, not friends. No one.”

Danny’s eyes bore craters in the TV. Though no sound was playing, Operative O’s tone was powerful, and nothing if not crystal clear.

And the message was cruel.

The screen cut back to Danny. Both of Danny, with Operative O’s lingering captions stamped below. And the real Danny, the one who was sitting in the booth, stood.

What else was there to do, anyway? After Operative O had told the whole world that Phantom was an evil ghost using a dead kid like a meat puppet for its own sick satisfaction?

“I just realized I forgot my wallet,” Danny muttered uselessly. He slipped past the waitress, and she let him go.

After all, she’d turned around. She’d seen the screen.

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#danny phantom #ectoimplosion2023 #phicc #dp fanfic #twelve hours #guys in white #violence cw #identity reveal

[moralesmilesanhour]

idk if this has been done before but Margo braiding Miles' hair? it seems basic but I feel like it would be super cute

thank you <333

Thanks for requesting! <3

No warnings except miles being a #gamer and the fact that I did not proofread this

"Come on, I could finish it in like, thirty minutes!"

"Yeah, after ripping all my hair out in the process."

Miles didn't take his eyes off of his monitor as Margo stood eagerly in the door frame, a clear makeup bag of hair supplies in her arms. The room was dim, the blinds having been shut to avoid any glare on the screen.

Miles wouldn't budge the first five times, but she'd get him today.

He sat with his knees pulled up to his chin in an old but sturdy leather swivel chair. Certainly not a traditional 'gaming chair', but he called it that.

"I'm real gentle, I promise!"

"I've seen you do your own braids,"

Miles executed a winning combo on his controller.

"and I told you I want no parts. Pun intended."

Margo pursed her lips, and thought for a moment.

"You still looking for a copy of 'Dandadan'?"

The boy paused the game, and gave her a sideways look.

"How did you know that?"

She shrugged, "Context clues. But that's not important. I can let you borrow mine--"

Miles lit up. "Really--?"

"--If you let me do your hair. Capiche?"

He paused, glancing at the sharp rat tail comb sitting in Margo's bag. Miles had blown most of his allowance for this week at Game Stop, so any new manga purchases would have to wait until Monday. Unless...

He sighed deeply, running a hand over his face.

"Fine."

Miles came to regret this decision as he sat in front of the living room couch between Margo's knees, wincing at every tug and pull.

"Is this the last section--ow!"

"Stop moving," Margo waved her wide-toothed comb around threateningly like a weapon. "You almost done, anyway. See?"

She put down the comb and grabbed a small mirror for him to look into. Save for a small tuft of un-braided hair, his entire head had been neatly cornrowed and shone with grease. There were about four total, and it had only been twenty-ish minutes or so.

After ten minutes more of pain and accusations of 'tender-headed-ness', Margo was finally done.

"You look so cute!" she chirped, clapping her hands together. "I'mma go wash my hands."

Miles rolled his shoulders and reached for the mirror to assess Margo's work. The braids tugged at his scalp as he turned his head at different angles, trying to get used to the look. His brows furrowed.

Miles' hair had stayed in more or less an afro since he could walk, with the exception of his mother's only attempt to sit him down and braid it when he was six.

...It did not go well.

The mass of hair became almost a part of his face. The cornrows made it feel like half of it was now missing. Weird stuff.

"D'you like it?" Margo asked, having emerged from the bathroom.

"It'll have to grow on me. I only did this for the free manga, remember?"

Margo's eyes widened, as if she just remembered something.

Very matter-of-factly, she said, "Oh, I lied about that."

"...What?"

Miles' face fell immediately as she knelt down and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"But you'll forgive me, right? I made you look cooler!"

Margo pulled him into a tight bear hug. He rolled his eyes.

"You might be right, but I'm gonna get you back for that. Better keep a close eye on...what's her name? Kimi?"

"Kuromi, dumbass," she picked up the comb from before and gently smacked him with it. "And don't touch my figurines. You won't walk outta my room alive."

"Count your days, man."

#miles morales #miles morales fic #margo kess #atsv fic #flowerbyte #cybershock #cyberflower #moralesanhour #requests

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Race to the Finish - Chapter 1

I feel awareness coming in first, that feeling of waking after a long nap, and the tiredness that comes with that feeling. I gently lift myself up and let a soft groan out as I look around. The room hadn’t changed much since my last lucid period, maybe a few new toys here and there, and that loop-de-loop hot wheels track was definitely new. The room was mostly the same, the same race car bed my other side had picked out, same wild, unkempt toys scattered here and there, again thanks to my other side. 

As I sit I feel the telltale squish of my pull up under my bottom and wince, the night accidents had started soon after catching the virus, even when I was an adult, and I’d still not gotten used to them after…well I didn’t know how many months it’d been at this point. The periods of my other side taking over were there, but kids couldn’t tell time, dates, much of anything, and some things like waiting for mommy- Khris… to get out of a conversation felt like an eternity to a four year old, yet things like daycare seemed to pass in a snap. I slowly pulled myself out of bed, cringing at the feeling between my legs as it squished, and upon looking down cringed again, seeing the childish Paw Patrol PJs I was in. I got up and went to my dresser, one now much bigger than me, though I knew where all the clothes were, starting with underwear I opened the lowest drawer and sighed, digging through, looking for anything without cartoons or cutesy animals, picking a pair that just had Pikachu on them. I had pulled my pants down when I’d heard the sound of the door opening and a blush fell across my face as Khris, my mommy and previous girlfriend walked in, smiling softly. 

“And what are we doing mister?” I let out a sigh as I looked down “Khris… it’s me… I’m just trying to get out of..this” I said, motioning to my well used pull up. Khris seemed a little shocked but kept the smile up “Well, welcome back Stephen, heard ya through the baby monitor and assumed little Stevie was trying to change himself, normally doesn’t end up well as he can have trouble with pants.” She chuckled as I blushed more, my face feeling like it might catch fire at any moment. “W-Well…I’m not him so..c-can you please leave, also where are the wipes?” Khris chuckled again and just walked over, taking them off the top of my dresser and handing them to me before going to walk out. 

“Call me if you need help, I’m just in the living room.” I just blushed more as the door shut, how could she think I need help, it’s just pants and underwear, maybe a shirt if I’m lucky and any of them are less childish. I make quick work of ripping the sides of my pull up and letting it fall to the floor before cleaning myself, something I’d gotten used to before the periods of mental regression had started happening. I slide on the underwear and find a somewhat mature looking pair of shorts before throwing the pull up into the diaper pail near my dresser, though I didn’t need diapers, it kept my room from smelling like stale pee. I walked out and sighed as everything seemed so…big now, everything from a four year olds perspective seemed like it was made for giants. I made my way to the living room where Khris gave me a warm, motherly smile “Good job sweetie! Glad you could get yourself changed after your little nap.” I blushed again “Of course I can, just because…Stevie can’t, doesn’t mean I can’t…” Khris nodded as she looked at me a bit seriously. “Well..this was a longer period under, honestly sweetie, we thought you were permanent this time.” 

I looked annoyed now, probably ‘we’ as in her and her new boyfriend I’d found out about after my last time under. His name was Ty and he honestly wasn’t a bad guy, when I was in my older mindset we could talk about our passion, which was cars. Though we’d gone two very different places with our passion as I’d been a professional stunt and race driver before the virus hit, while Ty was just a mechanic. “Well, I’m back so…of course I can dress myself” I said with a huff 

“Where’s Ty?” I asked, wanting a way to maybe get into a more…adult conversation. Khris sighed a bit, my want to cut the conversation not lost on her “In the garage, the car needed an oil change and he’s getting it done” I nodded and started to head that way, not wanting to lose a second where I could be having a much more…mature conversation than the triumph of being able to put my feet in the right holes without getting lost. I pulled the toddler proof door open, it having one of those over the handle covers to make it near impossible for an actual four year old to open, and made my way into the garage. Ty pulled himself out  from under the car and looked at me “What are you doing out here lil guy?” “I…wanted to see if you needed any help.” Ty looked a bit surprised but then smiled and nodded “Of course I could Stephen, good to see ya back bud, been a minute.” He sat up slowly, having not changed a ton in the time  I’d been under, same long hair tied into a bun, somewhat scruffy but short beard, looked like he’d just gotten out of work as he was still dirty and had the overshirt with his name on it on. 

“So…what do you need me to do?” I asked, unsure how far along the process was “Well, right now could you hand me the wrench on my stool? Getting the oil filter off now.” I smiled and nodded, knowing I’d come in just in time for the start. I grabbed the wrench and quickly handed it to him and he went to slide under as I asked “Do…you need me to help under there?” He stopped and poked back out, a bit of a worried look on his face “Why don’t you stay out here bud, I don’t think you’d be able to get this off being how small you are, and you know how mommy feels about you getting all dirty, especially with oil? She’d have my head and you’d probably have a new daddy” he chuckled as he rolled under and I frowned.

I found myself actually pouting for a second and feeling the urge to stomp my foot, but just barely stopping myself as I said “I can help Ty, I’m not just gonna be a…tool boy. I know cars probably better than you!” I huffed as he sighed from under the car “It’s not about knowledge lil dude, it’s about the fact you’re four now, even if you’re mentally bigger.” I huffed again as I looked around, seeing the new oil sitting near the oil pan and grabbing it “W…Well I wanna put the oil in!” I said, not realizing how childish it sounded at the time as Ty chuckled “Sure bud, you can put the oil in, and in fact, I almost got this off, slide me the oil pan.” I walked over and pushed it towards him with my foot as I held the new oil like it was life or death. 

I heard the telltale thunk as the oil filter fell into the pan and the oil started to pour out with it and Ty slid out, grabbing the new filter and chuckling upon seeing me before sliding back under and waiting. During that waiting period I cooled down a bit, sighing as I realized I’d let my more…childish emotions take over in the moment. Something that wasn’t uncommon when I was aware, though I’d never felt that..close to a tantrum before…it was odd, concerning to say the least. Before long I heard the clicking of the ratchet as he tightened the new filter in place and slid back out, smiling at me as he stood, now towering over me. 

“Lemme grab the stool for ya bud, and the funnel, and then the oil is all yours.” He said, sliding the stool over and helping me onto it before putting the funnel in place and making sure it was secure as I struggled to get the cap off the fresh oil. Ty helped me a bit just to get it started but then let me do it the rest of the way, standing right behind me as I lifted up the fairly large bottle and started to pour it in. I smiled as I felt a form of accomplishment as I watched it go down the funnel, knowing I was doing way more than just handing him tools. 

I helped with the first bottle and then the second and smiled as he put the engine cap on and went to go check how it ran, turning the car on. Though in my excitement of helping I went to hop of the stool, misjudging just how high up it was to my little body, I hopped down and yelped as I landed but quickly tumbled forward and whined as I caught myself on my hands and knees, wincing as I felt the sharp pain I hadn’t felt since childhood of my hands and knees getting skinned, whimpering as I stood back up, feeling my lip trembling and the childish emotions welling up, though I did my best to keep them down as Ty turned off the car and stepped out.

“Good job bud, seems to be running…you okay lil guy?” I just nodded, but my face obviously showed otherwise as he kneeled down and started to check me over “Ooo…looks like you got scraped up pretty good, this is why I told you to wait for me bud, come on, lets get mommy to get you a bandaid.” He went to stand as I looked at him, my already heightened emotions flaring up at being talked down to so easily by the man who took my girlfriend. “I can get my own damn bandaid and I don’t even need em! It was a little fall!” 

Ty seemed taken aback by my sudden outburst and just looked at me “Buddy..it’s okay to-” I cut him off “And stop calling me “Buddy”! I’m not a little kid right now! You don’t need to look down on me like one!” I went to stomp into the house, flinging open the door and stomping towards my room as I saw Khris getting up from the couch. I heard Khris ask “What’s going on” and Ty said something back, I’m sure they were talking about me. I was just too upset to even care as I slammed my bedroom door shut and sat down against it, trying to hold myself together…big kids didn’t cry, adults didn’t cry, and I wouldn’t cry.

I sat there for a while, and after a bit I felt and heard a knock at the door behind me to which I responded with a moody “What” Khris responded “Sweetie…can I come in? I wanna make sure you’re okay…Ty told me you took a pretty good tumble.” I felt the red hot rage boiling back up but scooched away from my door and just muttered a soft “Fine….” Khris slowly walked in and looked at me before kneeling down and frowning “Is everything alright hun? This isn’t like you, even big you….” She sounded worried but I just pulled away “I’m perfectly fine…thanks.”

 She sighed and sat down now, probably knowing she was in for the long haul as she gently took my hand “Honey, I know this is all a lot, and while we’ve had time to adjust, I know you haven’t. If you need to talk to us, you can hun, this has to be a lot, and especially being that we don’t know what’s going on in that little head of yours, we can only help you as much as you let us….” I pulled my hand away and curled up again “I don’t need help, I’ll be fine…” Khris frowned “Sweetie, we both know that’s not true.” I shrugged as I just sat there “My issue, not yours…I’m gonna go shower…get this dirt off me” I said, looking for any escape from her ‘mommy of the year’ act, though as I stood, I noticed something off, specifically around my crotch. I frowned as it felt…cold..clammy, though my shorts looked fine. 

Khris seemed to notice my sudden stop too. “Everything okay sweetie?” She started to even make a move to check me probably as I pulled away and just muttered “I’m fine.” I walked out of the room and towards the bathroom, hearing Khris walking out behind me, but stopping in the hall. I made my way into the bathroom, quickly shutting and locking the door behind me before yanking my shorts down and feeling my undies, feeling the telltale squish of the padded undies, wincing I realized…not only was little me not potty trained yet…seems like that little bout made me have a bit of an accident, and not one that will go unnoticed, as I can’t throw these out like a pull up. 

I sigh and slip my now soggy undies down, that being a problem for post shower Stephen as I pulled off my shirt and going to turn the water on, though struggling heavily to do so from outside the tub, just barely being able to turn the knob to the hot area. I got into the shower after it'd warmed up enough, grimacing at the tub toys hanging from mesh bags on the wall, knowing any other night I’d probably be ecstatic to play with those right now. I turned away from em and started to let the warm water run over me, sighing as I felt the stress seemingly start to melt away already, the dirt washing off my body. Some being from the garage, but most I suspect to be from daycare that day, we’d had an outing to the woods behind the school and I’d been getting into everything.

 I washed my body with a soap bar I could only guess to be Ty’s, not that I really cared, though as it came to my hair I looked around for any shampoo, only finding the kids shampoo left low, making it easier to get me washed during my baths.  I groaned, I was not using THAT, I already probably smell like a kid constantly, I wasn’t going to add onto it. I began to look around for some more mature shampoo, noticing it on a higher shelf and well out of my reach, but easy for any adult to get to and use. 

I huffed a bit, crossing my arms before looking for a way to get it, realizing my only way would be to climb, though I knew it was probably not the best idea, it was better than using that childish smelling gunk. I began by stepping onto the edge of the tub, it wasn’t too slippery so it was easy to make my way around to the shelves, and start to pull myself up. This though, was my worst decision of the night, as when I tried to step up onto the lowest shelf, grabbing a higher one. I didn’t realize just how slippery they’d gotten from the steam and water falling on them. 

It was over before it’d even started as I felt my hand slip first before my foot slipped off the lower shelf, sending my tumbling back towards the tub with a loud thud and a yelp. I winced, not hurt, least not badly, and I’d not hit my head on anything, though I’d fallen on my bottom fairly hard, I was surprised though when I heard the knob to the bathroom rattle, and then the door swung open, I thought I’d locked it….

I looked up as the shower curtain was pulled open and Khris was almost immediately at my side, not worried about the water as she immediately went to check me over. “Stevie, sweetie, are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?” She seemed panicked as she looked me over, but I was mortified. Being completely nude in front of not just her, but I could see Ty behind her, holding a screwdriver and looking concerned. I pushed her hands away from me, blushing as I scrambled back up to my feet. “I’m fine, just…tried to get shampoo and fell.” 

Khris frowned as she heard that “Sweetie, your shampoo is down here, you shouldn’t have to climb for it, you know how dangerous that is.” She said, scolding me like you would a small child which only made my embarrassment rise as I looked at her “I’m not gonna use stuff that’s gonna make me smell more like a toddler!” She looked surprised at me for raising my voice and frowned. “Well it’s what we normally use for you,it’s just oranges, nothing kiddie Stephen, you need to understand you can’t do everything like you used to…” 

She stood and sighed, seeming satisfied with me not being hurt and…maybe even a bit hurt herself? I just went to pull the curtain closed as she seemed to linger for a few more seconds before walking out, shutting the door behind her and I could hear some talking behind the door. I sighed and gave a death glare to the bottle of shampoo with a smiling octopus on it before grabbing it and making quick work of washing my hair, huffing as I washed with the shampoo. It didn’t smell bad at all, though I don’t think I could ever admit that to Khris or Ty at this point. 

I stood for a bit longer after washing and just let the water run over me before turning it off and stepping out, grabbing a towel and drying myself off, if there was one good thing about being this small, it’s that it was much easier to dry myself with just one towel. After drying I went to grab my clothes and noticed something that caused my blush to come right back…there was a fresh pull up sitting on my clothes, the sodden undies nowhere to be found. 

I froze as I stared at it and didn’t know what to do. After a few seconds of hoping this was all a childish hallucination I slowly leaned down and picked up the crinkly garment, blushing as I sighed and slowly opened it up, stepping in and pulling it up, wincing a bit as I felt the plush interior of it hugging my crotch and bottom, before putting my shirt and shorts back on and going to walk out, probably with a bit more of a gate, though I was hoping it wasn’t too noticeable.

Upon walking out I heard the TV on, the local weather being read off as I smelled something being cooked, it smelled like something with tomatoes. I made my way into the living room, finding Ty on the couch who gave me a small nod as I just looked away before making my way to the kitchen, looking up at Khris who was currently over a steaming pot, stirring. 

“Khris..?” I asked quietly “Yes Stephen?” “Where did those undies go..?” She gave me a small, almost annoyed look “Well, normally when Stevie wears those undies and goes in them, he tells me and we get him in a pull up for the rest of the day. I see that part doesn’t transfer over as much as the emotional outbursts do.” I blushed deep red as I looked at her “I…I didn’t mean to, I was gonna tell you but I didn’t even realize it happened, I think it happened when I fell off the stool…” I looked down, feeling like a child who’d just done something very bad. 

Khris sighed a bit and looked down at me “Stephen, believe it or not, you’re not an adult anymore, and you need to accept we’re your legal guardians now. We know how to care for you, and we aren’t gonna make fun of you for anything you’d do normally, Stevie hasn’t mastered the potty yet and I know for a fact that means you haven’t either. You know that as well as I do, so you should’ve told me or let me check when you noticed it in your room” I just stared at her, she’d known the entire time, maybe it was my face, or my reaction? 

I must’ve given the same tell as Stevie… I just stood there as she went back to stirring “Dinner will be done in about ten minutes, why don’t you go watch TV for a bit while I work on it?” I could tell by her tone she was upset, so I just nodded and shuffled my way out and to the couch as Ty looked at me and gave a small chuckle. Though it wasn’t one of laughing at me, more of understanding “Guessing her angry voice isn’t any different from when you were big huh?” I just shook my head quietly as he gently rubbed my back “Look bud, she’s just worried. I know you didn’t mean to blow up on me or her, but you gotta understand, we just want what’s best for you, and if you need help or for us to do something, you need to tell us” 

I nodded slowly but scooched away from the back rubs, sitting back and watching the news, something about a local school doing a fundraiser for something. Though my thoughts weren’t focused on that, they were focused on my outburst from earlier, how childish it was, how close I was to a tantrum. It was odd, almost like I was slipping back into the Stevie mindset for a second there and for some reason it reminded me of a story I’d read early on into the virus’ outbreak. 

It’d been about someone who, like me, was swapping between his adult and child mindset, though he was worse, swapping almost weekly, though that wasn’t the only odd thing about him. After around 3 months of this he suddenly just…stopped swapping, and seemed to level out. He knew all about his life as a chef and having a fair amount of his adult thoughts, though he seemed to also have more childish impulses and seemed like any other three year old. Unless you talked to him about food, then it was closer to a hyperactive toddler. 

I began to wonder if this was what he went through, if he had started off by just having small tantrums here and there, maybe an outburst, then he just…slid down until he leveled out as a toddler. I probably looked lost in thought before I was pulled back out by Khris calling out “Dinner’s ready boys.” Ty stood up and smiled at me as I slowly got up, pushing my worries to the back of my mind for now as I walked into the kitchen, seeing Khris setting my spot. 

 I knew it was mine because of the booster seat covered in stickers that was sitting in the chair in front of the spot that Khris was setting, I shuffled slowly over and mumbled “Can’t I have a normal seat…?” Khris gave me another disapproving mom look, one I didn’t even need the rest of the answer for as I pulled myself up and sat in my booster, looking at the plate in front of me. Spaghetti with cheesy garlic bread, on a…what I believe to be a Bluey plate. 

I slowly grabbed my fork and started to eat as Khris and Ty sat with their own plates and started to eat. Ty seemingly trying to break the tension with a “So…least tomorrow’s Friday right?” Khris gave him a bit of a look as she sighed “Yeah…speaking of, that means you do have to go to daycare tomorrow, okay Stephen?” I looked and frowned “But…I’m in my big mindset…do I really have to” Khris nodded at that “Yes, you do, especially after that fall tonight, I’m not trusting you to be home alone all day, let alone cook your own food” 

I looked, trying to think of an argument…though she had me dead to rights with that, so I looked for another way “Can…Can I atleast be in a bigger kids room?” Khris shook her head “You’re in the oldest room you can be in at this daycare sweetie, and you know it’s not realistic to swap daycares when we don’t know when you might just swap back to Stevie.” I nodded again and looked down at my spaghetti, slowly eating it as I mumble softly “Sorry…I just…don’t want you guys to think I’m still some…needy kid.” Ty looked at me this time “Bud, we know you’re not, but we also recognize you still have physical limitations, you’re not very big, even for a four year old. The doctor was worried you were younger than we’d thought given we couldn’t get ahold of your family, but everything else developmentally pointed to a four year old. We just need you to trust us and let us help you, even if you’re an ‘adult’.” 

I nodded slowly at that and just slowly ate, trying my best to keep myself clean as the two actual adults at the table moved the conversation into talks of weekend plans. After a bit of chatter about something to do with going to the local mall for some new clothes for me, Khris turned to me, seeming in a better mood as she smiled “Hey…why don’t we watch a movie tonight. We’ll even let ya stay up a bit late, as long as you promise you’ll wake up good for us, you can pick the movie too, okay sweetie?” 

I looked up and perked up a bit hearing I got to pick it, there was so many movies that came out while I was little that I’ve not gotten to see yet. It would be hard to pick just one to watch, but I nodded quickly. “Yeah!” I finished up eating and quickly went to climb out of my chair, rushing to the living room as the other two chuckled at my sudden reversion to a childish excitement over a movie. Though I was already flipping through the movies, coming to the horror section with a smile.

I selected a newer movie, Scream 6, it having come out during my last bout of being little. I’d been told no to watching it on more than one occasion, but now I’d surely have free reign of being able to watch it. Khris and Ty finished up their dinners and Khris walked out, looking at me with a soft smile before looking at the TV and giving a bit of a worried grimace. Looking back at me she asked “You wanna watch that tonight?” I nodded quickly and smiled as she gave a small sigh. 

She wasn’t big on horror movies, but often did it for me, and tonight she knew she’d given me the choice, and there was no way to talk me out of it. She nodded as I heard Ty already getting the popcorn out and putting it in the microwave, I decided to try my luck at something else “Can…I have a pop too? I haven’t had one in a while.” Khris looked at me and looked unsure “Sweetie…your little body can’t handle that much sugar, nor the caffeine…but…I’ll think about giving you some. I don’t need you getting a sugar rush before bed.” 

I smirked, it was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. She stepped back into the kitchen as I got the movie ready. I could feel the excitement welling up in my body, and I even let a small giggle out, but quickly quelled it, knowing it was the childish emotions pushing their way to the surface again. Ty brought out a big bowl of popcorn and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch as Khris brought out drinks, two obviously alcoholic drinks for them, and something in a sippy cup for me. My excitement died down almost immediately upon seeing the childish cup, decorated in Bluey designs, probably came in a set with the plate. 

“Khris…I don’t need a sippy cup, I’m grown right now” She gave me a stern look this time “And I just cleaned the floors yesterday, last thing they need is orange pop staining them” she said as she set the cup in front of me,I couldn’t exactly argue with that, she’d given me the pop I’d wanted, but on her terms so…I guess small victories again? I took the sippy and drank from it, feeling the carbonation sizzling into my mouth and down my throat mixed with the immense sweetness from the pop, something my little body wasn’t used to…but something my little body absolutely loved at the same time, it was like stimulation in a cup.

We started the movie soon after and I watched, entranced as it started with a fake out opening, sipping my pop and eating popcorn by the not so big handful. Khris sat on her phone, not enjoying these movies in the slightest, but Ty seemed just as invested as me, or atleast acting like he was. This continued for roughly an hour, my sippy nearly empty of the sweet soda I’d been given and the popcorn running low already as I began to feel the consequences of my actions. I started feeling that familiar twinge in my bladder, letting me know it was time to go, but being mid movie I didn’t wanna miss anything nor ask for a pause. So I sat and watched, thinking I could easily make it to the end of the movie. 

I started to squirm a bit and that wasn’t lost on my two caretakers as Ty looked over at me “Everything okay? Got ants in your pants?” I glanced back “I’m fine, just, nervous…yeah” I tried to calm my wiggles down though only a few more minutes had passed and that twinge had turned into an urge, causing me to cross my legs as Khris looked at me and in a very mom tone asked “Stephen…do you need to go potty?” I gave her a side eye as she looked at me and just muttered a soft “...No” She sighed a bit as she went to reach for the remote to pause it, just as a small jumpscare popped onto the screen. One of the first in the movie, causing her to let a yelp out and me to jump…though that momentary lapse in control led me to feeling the warmth spreading slowly across the front of my pull up, and my two carers hearing the unmistakable hiss of an accident in progress. I tensed as I realized fully what I was doing, the movie paused as Ty looked at me and let out a soft “Oh buddy…” I whimpered a bit, as Khris quickly got up “Stephen…why didn’t you say anything? We can pause the movie ya know.” I looked down as the hissing stopped and just sat in disbelief at what I’d just done, feeling the warmth sit around my waist “I..I thought I could hold it” 

Khris looked at me “And as I told you earlier, Stevie isn’t fully potty trained, and neither are you, it seems you even less so at this point because at least Stevie tells me when he needs to go.” I winced at the words being flung at me, looking down still as Khris in one swift motion scooped me up and carried me to my room, Ty looking embarrassed for me as I was carried by. I didn’t even fight it at this point, as I was in too much shock to know what to even say or do as Khris set me down and pulled my shorts down, before tearing the sides of my pull up and letting it fall to the floor. 

Grabbing a wipe and warming it with her hands as she looked at me “Stephen, I know you want to be a big boy, but you’re not, you’re four, and right now, you’re even acting like a four year old. You should’ve said something, we’re not gonna get mad or tease you for it, you’re still learning.” She started to clean me as my lip trembled a bit and all I could manage was a shaky “Sorry…” as I tried to fight back the tears welling up inside me. 

The shame of having an accident mixed with my childish emotions and the urge to prove I’m big was all getting to be too much and threatened to spill over, especially with Khris being so upset as she finished cleaning me. She grabbed a fresh pull up and held it open for me as I shakily stepped in, still barely holding it together as I let soft whimpers out. Khris looked up at me and gently pulled me into a hug “Sweetie…I’m not mad…I just wish you’d understand. You’re not that big Stephen the race car driver anymore, you’re Stephen the four year old, you’re learning still and just getting your fresh restart into the world, and you’re not nearly at the level you were.'' 

I looked at her as I felt the tears start to flow and I started to sniffle out “B…But I’ve…I’ve gotta be big, I’ve gotta show everyone I’m old enough s..still I…” I sniffled more as Khris just rubbed my back “Shhh…sweetie, being big isn’t doing everything alone…being big is knowing when you need to ask for help…and knowing when to let yourself take that help, like right now. I don’t see a big boy who can do everything like superman, I see my little boy, who’s had a rough night of trying to be a big boy and needs his mommy for a hug and a kiss” 

I listened to her as my tears grew to be too much as I let out a soft whimper before the water works truly started, starting to openly cry into her shoulder as I felt the tears rush down my cheeks. The loud cries barely muffled by Khris’ body as I heard something, probably Ty in the hall and felt Khris shake her head before I felt myself being lifted again. Letting my emotions flow as I was carried back to the living room, Khris sitting on the couch with me held in her lap, I didn’t care I was in just my pull up and shirt right now. I didn’t care how childish I looked crying into Khris, my emotions and body knew I needed to let this out, and at this point there was no stopping it as I just cried into her.

I don’t know how long it went on, but soon I felt myself calming down, whether it be due to the back rubs, the rocking or my tears finally running out, I wasn’t sure. I felt myself slowly coming back into focus, softly hiccuping and breathing as my powerful emotions subsided in favor of a post cry tiredness. Khris looked down at me in her lap and just gently kissed the top of my head and helped me calm down before softly asking “Do you want to finish your movie?” 

I nodded slowly as I laid on her and she smiled “Okay…we’ll finish it, if you need to potty, you let me know okay? And after it’s bed time.” I just nodded again as Ty started the movie back up, sitting close but not too much so as the movie continued, going on for roughly another hour or so, filled with a few scares and an end scene that filled me with nostalgia for the original movies. I remembered my first time watching the first movie with my brother after he snuck it in the house. How I was hooked from there, through the ‘bad’ and ‘good’ movies, and how for two halloweens I went as a ghostface because I was just that obsessed. I smiled a bit as it slowly came to an end, knowing I’d get a second chance with those memories.

 Though as it ended and the credits rolled, I could feel the tiredness taking over as I rubbed my eyes, it’d been a long day for sure, and the sudden crying hadn’t helped my case of needing to stay up. This didn’t slip past Khris either as I heard her lean whisper to Ty “I’m gonna put him to bed, you pick something” before she slowly lifted me up and carried me to my room once again. This time carrying me to my bed and laying me slowly down, smiling softly. “Alright, it’s time for you to get your rest, you’re already up well past your bedtime, and I’m hoping I don’t regret it tomorrow morning.” 

I just tiredly nodded as she gently tucked me in, smiling as she sat on the edge of my bed, gently combing through my hair with her fingers. “Thank you for being such a big boy tonight and letting that cry out, some ‘big boys’ still don’t know how to do that, like the big lunk on the couch out there.” I let a soft giggle out at that as she leaned down and kissed my forehead “Sleep well Stephen…I’ll wake you up in the morning, if you need anything, you know where our room is.” 

She slowly stood, smiling still as she turned on what looked to be a nightlight, projecting a starry sky onto my ceiling and playing soft, almost twinkling music, next to it she turned on what looked to be a baby monitor before flicking the lights off. “Sweet dreams” She said as she stepped out into the hall, shutting my door and leaving me with only the soft music and the stars gently spinning above my head. I didn’t get to watch them long though, as I felt my eyes start to flutter not even a minute after, the tiredness from the emotional night and the fact my body was used to a certain bedtime made it hard to keep myself awake. I felt myself slowly drifting off as I watched the big dipper silently glide over me, barely letting out a yawn as I felt the inky blackness of sleep take hold.

#age regression #mental regression #abdllittle #pull ups #ab/dl diaper #diaper regression

[circinuus]

two people caught in silence, one kills the hush.

ayatsuji yukito x gn! reader. 1.6k words

as another agent assigned to monitor the special first-class dangerous ability user, you sure are an odd duck.

[this loosely follows the gaiden LN]

❥ my contribution to the ayatsuji enjoyers community. i lack sleep, rip. this isn't the best. but at this point i'm just desperate to write something for this man ('A`) no beta we die like my sleeping hours 👍

In this world, there are two types of people.

One is those who aren't fortunate enough, or perhaps haven't worked their brain hard enough to match the lines of thoughts of people like Ayatsuji Yukito. That much, The Homicide Detective knows well. Sometimes, these people's naivety and simple-mindedness can serve as his harmless amusement. While some other times they genuinely irate his thinning patience. Ayatsuji has met many of these kinds of people.

The other type is those who do not ask stupid questions and are apt enough to follow simple observations and deductions from people like Ayatsuji Yukito. The detective, unfortunately, has only met (mostly heard) very few of these kinds of people; they comprise terrorists, murder instigators, criminals, and what seems to be only one or two actual detectives.

And yet, the person sitting in front of him appears to possess the worst traits of both categories. Ironic, considering they're as obedient and agreeable as a doll—the one thing he finds more intriguing than people.

Case Report One: Ayatsuji Detective Office/ Morning/ Overcast

"This is not bad," The titular detective hums against the warm rim of his coffee-filled cup. "Have you ever considered being a maid?"

If one looks at the window, one will see how the day shows its aquamarine bleakness. Spring is already peeking from the horizon, but the remnants of winter still render the air frigid and the sky cloudy.

Your eager presence—another Special Divisions Agent—is as misplaced as a fully-bloomed spring flower at the quarter end of winter. Much less when your supposed 'target' is trying to trick you into making a cup of morning coffee. Two brown sugars, and no milk.

"Sure, if the costume's cute," you merely give him a derpy smile. "Regardless, I don't mind. It's just a cup of coffee."

Two people, strangers by then, share a moment of silence. Ayatsuji eventually deigns to look up from his erudite-looking book. Golden eyes meet your undeterred stare.

"What're you looking at me for? If so, then go change. Your outfit's over there."

Case Report Two: Marshland/ Afternoon/ Partly Cloudy

Four bamboo leaves and six purple stones.

Two people on the side of an old well by a small river

Ayatsuji Yukito normally couldn't care less for any poor agent sent to accompany his investigation excursions. After all, he's the government's lap dog forced to work with nothing less than obedience, and whoever is sent to him is only the leash that is supposed to keep him at bay.

But his eyes inevitably deadpan at your crouching self. He exhales a long sigh on his kiseru as he watches you observe the base of "the well that grants evil."

(Ayatsuji has clearly underestimated your dedication to displaying your lack of dignity. Your sleek dress suit is a contrast against the frilly maid costume you wore—as you made him coffee and whatnot. As much as he finds amusement in your nonsense, the Homicide Detective had to put the buffoonery to an end before he gets another off look from Tsujimura, or before words about him being an unsightly creep begin to circulate).

"Hm. This reminds me of that 'curse' thingy from Kojiki."

"What a surprise," said he, "You have the capacity to use your head."

And yet as always, Ayatsuji only sighs when you respond to his quip with a proud thumbs up. Perhaps you're just that much of a fool, regardless of the quick observation.

"Like the green bamboo leaves that’ll wither," your voice starts to ebb along the steady stream of the quaint river, chanting the passage from the olden literature. "May you also be green then wither someday. Like the salt tide that surges and ebbs later, may you also surge then ebb away. Like these stones that sink in the water, may you also sink down all the way..right?"

"Excellent work. Now you just have to look for the salt."

Two people, acquaintances by then, exchange empty glances. You look hesitant, attention pacing back and forth between the muddy bamboo and Ayatsuji's orange lenses. The detective is quick to break the silence.

"Go on. What good is your tongue for? Lick it.”

Case Report Three: Ministry of Justice Main Building/ Morning / Clear Skies

Ayatsuji Yukito is convinced something is wrong with your head.

Your nose had scrunched up when you bit the bullet and taste for any existing sodium chloride on that muddy—clearly full of bacteria—bamboo leaves. With a spry motion, Ayatsuji's gloved hand was quick to reach for your shoulder before you can go for another inspection.

"It is salty. Let's just have the forensics examine it to make sure."

"... Are you stupid?"

Your head snaps in his direction, right before you reach for a water bottle to rinse your mouth.

"But Ayatsuji-sensei was the one who told me to taste it!"

Ayatsuji Yukito is convinced something is clearly wrong with your head. On the bright side, fools can't catch colds.

"Sensei," your voice cuts through the detective's solemn reverie, taking him back to the present. "This 'Sorcerer,'... What if he appears alongside 'The Engineer' we're trying to capture?"

"Don't worry," with relaxed shoulders, Ayatsuji assures. "Kyogoku is the instigator who's closely related to this series of murder cases. We definitely won't deal with him soon."

For once, the detective feels retaliation oozing from your being. From the corner of his eyes did he catch your silent protest, mouth slightly taut and eyebrows creasing at his sarcastic remark.

Though it was short-lived as you soon nod to yourself, muttering a determined, almost relieved, 'Roger that.'

Two people, colleagues by then, are now drowned in their own's mullings.

"Good grief," Ayatsuji breaks the silence for the nth time. "I'm starting to wonder whether they made a good decision to station you in this case."

Case Report Four: Ayatsuji Detective Office/ Morning/ Sunny

"What are you doing?" Ayatsuji eyes you sharply.

The case wasn't completely closed, per se. But the dust had settled, and with it, you are back to your usual routine as the watchdog for another dog of the government.

"Making myself a cup of coffee of course," you chirp.

Ayatsuji didn't bother to point out how you arbitrarily used his kitchen supply to make yourself comfortable. Instead, his expression slightly winces as he gets a taste of the beverage you handed to him.

"Four cubes of sugar? I'm surprised you haven't caught diabetes."

"Oh! That one must've been mine!"

His black cat, like a slinking dark shadow meows against your ankle; his calico cat blinking languidly as if its judging your mistake. You make careful steps to set down their master's supposedly correct cup, before deflating like a balloon to the chair in front of Ayatsuji's working table.

"Sorry about that, sensei," your laugh is sheepish, gingerly pushing his untouched no-milk and three-brown-sugar coffee. "But you're right. I'll consider laying off the sugar since you're already sweeter than any-"

"... Go on."

"... No." you solemnly close your eyes as you reach for your overly sweet coffee from his hands. "I have sensed I made a mistake of some kind."

The smell of pleasant coffee beans and cream wafts to your senses, promising a warm and energizing wake-up call from the haze of the morning and the remnants of your fading painkillers. What you have are mere grazes on the leg and a couple of broken bones, really. It doesn't matter as long as your responsibility is safe and sound.

"Ah. (Name)-kun, that's-"

"Whoa there! Wasn't that an indirect- AH that burns!-"

Ayatsuji, once again, sighs into the warm rim of his cup - the correct one, this time.

Translucent rays of the morning sun peek through the blinds of the well-decorated room. You're no longer in a maid dress, nor are you currently, stupidly doing whatever absurd request Ayatsuji dares you to do.

But you do resemble a doll, like this. dust particles floating around your eyelashes, you sitting prettily with a teacup in your hands. Have you been this pristine in appearance? Ayatsuji finally took the time to observe your features, curious as to why this slipped his attention for the weeks you stepped into his agency.

What prompted him to start looking, however, was the miscellaneous gauze littering your face, bandages slightly peeking from your sleeves.

His face ever so subtly sours.

"(Name)."

"Yes?"

"Look at the person you're talking to when they're speaking."

"Says you," your empty cup lands with a gentle thud against the wooden table, attention now transferred to the stacks of reports Ayatsuji should be doing for the day. "Say, do you need help with anything? I need your reports done by this afternoon so-"

The sensation of cold steel presses against your skin, startling your speech into silence. It tilts your chin up as it commands attention.

You know Ayatsuji's trusty kiseru too well. But not with this.. almost demanding gesture. Have you not looked longer, the Homicide Detective's sharp gaze will be reminiscent of the deadly one he procured when he faces those he condemned. But,

"You're awfully obedient and trusting towards me," he iterates, emphasis slow and tone deep—as if reciting the 'curse' you once sang to him beside the well.

"Agent (Name), have I perhaps attracted you in some way?"

"And so devoted," said he, turning your head as to appraise the 'battle wounds' —as you like to say it— that you took in his stead.

Two people, now unsure of what they are, are caught in silence. One decides to kill the hush. With the same derpy smile, you took the chance before Ayatsuji could open his mouth.

"Well, you are the detective here, Ayatsuji-sensei."

GOODNIGHT EVERYONE

♡ @ashthemadwriter

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #ayatsuji yukito x reader #ayatsuji x reader #yukito x reader

[barleyo]

Just What I Needed. (4)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

The next night had approached (Y/N) quicker than she had hoped. The grating sound of her alarm sent a wave of discomfort through her joints as she shimmied her way out of her bed. Her curtains blocked the moonlight out of her bedroom, giving her eyes time to adjust to the darkness around her. Her apartment was small and a bit rundown, but she had come to appreciate its simplicity. It had all she needed. She felt a connection to it, even from the first few weeks of her living there. The area felt familiar to her, she could never place why, but it gave her the comfort she needed to live alone, and it was close to the pizzeria.

She pushed her feet across the floor groggily, pushing herself to grab her jacket from across the room. She dressed herself and flickered her bedroom light on and off in an attempt to shock her body awake. It worked, so she used her brief flash of energy to make it to her bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth quickly.

The faucet turned on. She stuck her brush under the stream, but was interrupted by her phone chiming again in her pocket, signaling that it was time for her to leave, rather than just wake up.

“Shit!” She roughly scrubbed at her teeth and threw her brush down, leaving it to roll off of the counter.

After battling with her keys in the front door, she made her way to the parking lot of her apartment complex. She got into her car, slamming the door louder than she meant to. The sky was dark and the night was cold. She barely had the energy to drive, but she pushed through, knowing that the pizzeria was only a few miles away.

(Y/N) pulled into Freddy’s and looked around the lot. She saw no other car, Mike must have been running late. Walking to the entrance, she fiddled with the wire gate’s lock and shifted it out of the way to let herself in.

She stepped into the office and shrugged her jacket off, it was far too hot for her to keep it on. The air conditioning system was fickle, and much like everything else in the old building, extremely damaged. The cameras were perfectly functional, however. She sat on the chair in front of the computer and shuffled through the cameras. She monitored the screens closely, taking notice of the regular twitches and sounds from the animatronics.

“What is that— what?”

She brought her face closer to the main entrance's camera. The stage lights were flickering heavily. She knew that the wiring in the building had trouble functioning properly, but they were acting up more than usual. The lights seemed to be shaking, as if they would fall out of their mountings. Just as one started to shimmy, the entrance door opened again, revealing a tired looking Mike, his arms filled with blurred items.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. The lights stopped flickering and moving as soon as he walked in, as if nothing had happened. She switched the screens over to the kitchen with a still confused face.

“Hey, (Y/N). Sleep well?”

“As well as I could with the image of a rat launching itself at me burned into my brain. You?” she kept her eyes stuck on the screens, waiting to see if something odd would show up again.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Mike took his seat behind her chair like he had the previous night. “Need help?”

(Y/N) started to shake her head. “No,” she paused, eyes still glued to the bright computer screen, “well, yeah. Can you take a shift in forty? My eyes are gettin’ strained over here.”

“I got you. Hey, mind if I put something up in here?” He shifted out of his chair, holding the rolled up poster he walked in with tucked under his arm. He saw the back of (Y/N)’s head nod with a faint ‘mhm, go ahead’ mumbled under her breath.

Mike cleared a spot on the wall next to the computer and placid his poster. (Y/N) only looked over when the ripping of duct tape caught her attention.

“What’s that for?” she asked quietly.

“Uh, it’s– it’s just something personal, you know.” He backed away from the poster.

Visit Nebraska.

The words hit her like a train. Memories she hated to remember flushed throughout her brain, clogging every facet of her mind.

“So– so, are you from there or what?”

“Oh, no, it’s just an important place for me. You… you ever been?”

“Uh, yeah, I think. Just once, though.” She cleared her throat and forced her eyes to look away. She could not bear to look into his eyes. She knew all too well about Nebraska. It haunted her. She changed the subject, “Do you want some coffee, Mike? I think the machine still works.”

He nodded, taking over her seat when she got up to turn the pot on. “That’d be great. I’ll keep your seat warm,” he joked, spinning around in the chair briefly to flash her a small grin.

“Oh, so generous of you,” she said, puffing a soft laugh through her nose. She turned the machine on, thankful that it did, in fact, still work, regardless of the poor quality of the coffee. Small drips sounded through the office for a bit, accompanied by the sound of her nails tapping the counter. She suddenly remembered something. “Mike?”

“Yeah?” He spun around in the chair again, slouching down in it rather comfortably.

“Hey, check in that locker, would you? I dug something up for you and left it in there.”

Mike stood up and walked over to the set of lockers. He opened the first one, the one closest to him. His eyes traveled from the bottom, seeing it completely empty, up to the top, where he saw a folded piece of paper. The paper was crumpled and stained, showing clear signs of its age. He opened it and it was a crude drawing of two people: a short girl that looked just like (Y/N) and a tall man. The two held hands, or rather, the awkward circles and lines that represented their hands.

“What’s this?” He quirked his eyebrow, smiling a bit at the sweet picture.

She saw what he held out and scrambled over to him quickly, taking the drawing back. She placed it back in her locker, closed it, and stood in front of it. Her eyes widened, and she held back the glossed over look they quickly gained.

“That’s– that’s not for you, that’s not what I meant for you to see. I mean, I didn’t want you to see that.”

“Wait, hey, calm down. It’s just a drawing, my sister, she makes them too. It’s no big deal.” Mike gently gripped her shoulders with his hands, holding her steady.

“No, Mike, that’s not what I meant,” she sighed, and chewed her cheek, “just look in the other locker, please.”

He softened his posture a bit, easing his own shoulders down. He removed his hands and opened the locker. A security jacket just like (Y/N)’s was there. He smiled and pulled it out, throwing it on his body.

“When’d you get this? This is nice, dude,” he said, trying not to gush too much. The gesture made him feel welcomed by her, but he didn’t want to come off as eager. They would be working in close quarters together for a while, and even though their start was rocky, it made him hopeful that she was warming up to him.

“I found it in the storage room. Do you like it?”

“I do. I feel pretty legit now,” he chuckled. “I really appreciate it.”

She gave him a laugh of her own in return but didn’t speak again. She still felt off about the whole drawing situation, and she tried to calm herself down in her mind.

“(Y/N), if it bothers you, I’ll just forget I saw anything.” Mike shoved his hands into the pockets of his new jacket. “It’s not my business. I wasn’t meant to see it, so I can just forget if you want me to.”

She copied his movements, pockets in her hands, smiling up at him. “Forget what?”

He clapped her shoulder, his face serious yet kind at the same time. “Exactly.”

“So–” the coffee machine stopped its dripping and gurgling and caught their attention, “oh, coffee’s done. Come help me find the mugs.”

#barleyxnighteye #fnaf #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy’s movie #fanfic #josh hutcherson #x reader #five nights at freddy's

[haileybeehappy]

Handy Hardware

Summary : Working at your dads hardware store is a pretty boring job all around. Though you have your regulars who spice up your day to day. Especially your biggest customer, and small business owner Joel Miller. 

Word count : 5.2k

Warnings : Older Joel. Rough sex. Unprotected p in v. Hair pulling. Fingering. Throat fucking. Degradation. Praise kink. Daddy issues. Teasing. Lots of teasing.

You’re pretty sure your shoes will leave an engraved mark from how long you stand behind the counter everyday. Fingers dancing with a pen as it unskillfully flips through your fingers, dropping onto the counter with a clang occasionally. You let out a sigh, there’s a clamber, followed by, “I’m okay,” and some more rustling. Your father in the back, ‘doing inventory.’

The pen in your hand fumbles to the ground on the opposite side of the counter and you huff out a breath and move to grab it. As you’re bent over you hear the buzzing of the electronic bell surge through the store. Your body snaps into a standing position and you turn quickly, realizing that the person entering the store probably got a good eyeful of your floral underwear peaking out from your dress.

“Welcome to Handy Hardware,” you squeak out before coming face to face with a very regular customer. “Oh hey Joel,” you smile widely at the man.

“Hey kid,” he smirks and makes him way down aisle three. A red blush rushes up your neck and spreads across your cheeks. Stepping back behind the counter you continue twisting the pen in your fingers. Joel pops in and out of the tall shelved aisles, boxes of screws and other odds and ends piling in his hands. Your eyes finding him wherever he is in the store through the small monitor on your right. He makes his final selections and makes his way in front of you dropping the multiple boxes onto the countertop.

“Will this be all Joel?” He shakes his head.

“I’m picking up a pallet from the back, some flooring your dad ordered for me,” he fishes a receipt from his pocket. Uncrumpling it and dropping it on top of his other purchases.

“Sounds like a plan,” You begin ringing up the small boxes of drywall screws and the array of nails. Your father pops out from the back room.

“I thought I heard my favorite customer!” His voice filling the space quickly. Joel smiles widely at him, reaching out and shaking his hand.

“Always good to see you,” he speaks your fathers name and looks back to you.

“Kid here is just ringing me up and I was gonna swing around and get that flooring,” you father nods. You roll your eyes at the nickname, earning a nudge from your father before he moves on to speak.

“It’s all ready for you on the lift, we can pop it into your truck, you drop Joel’s things into a large paper bag and hand it to him across the counter. The receipt slowly ticketing out of the machine, ripping it off you hand it to Joel. His hands much larger than your own bumping yours.

“Thanks kid,” Joel’s dark eyes squinted in a smile.

“Anytime Old man,” You smile even wider than him. Your dad lets out a gasp like noise. Then scolds you with your full name.

“No, no it’s alright,” Joel speaks to your dad. “It’s our little joke,” he shoots you a wink. They fall into simple conversation and make their way out the door, swinging back to the garage. Joel shoots you a wave before he’s out of view.

…

You’re alone in the store, your father in the much bigger town two hours over picking up a large load of supplies to restock the dwindling shelves. You’re organizing the shelves, making sure everything is neat and easy to find. The bell half chimes before dying out, what it’s been doing all morning.

“Welcome to Handy Hardware, give me a holler if you need anything,” you tell from your seated position on the floor. Joel’s voice echos through the aisles, your name falling gruffly from his lips.

“You guys got anymore of those specialty runs for me?” You stand and brush the imaginary dust off your jeans.

“We may have a few cases in the warehouse I’ll check the computer,” you round the corner and come chest to chest with him. “Ouf,” is the noise that’s pushed out of your lungs as you collide. His hands wrapping, pretty much completely, around your biceps to stabilize you.

“Woah there kiddo,” he chuckles, he’s standing close enough that you can feel his breath fan across your face. He smells like coffee, leather, and wood shavings. His grip releases from you and he steps back. “You okay?” You nod with a tight lipped smile. Quickly maneuvering around him, your feet carry you quickly to the counter. Turning your back to Joel, and the door you begin typing into the ancient box. The green letters ticking across the black background. You can hear Joel humming as he browses through the aisles. A clatter of a shaken box of screws or the clank of tools falling against each other, the accompanying noises of his song. The computer buzzes as it searches for the numbers in the system. The room around you buzzed with silence, you turn to look at the monitor and jump as you come face to face with Joel. His hips resting on the counter, legs crossed at the ankles and arms crossed over one another.

“It’s searching,” you say quietly under his stare. He nods, his eyes not moving from your frame. No emotion shown as his face, you slowly turn back around and watch the three green dots pulse on the screen. His shuffling feet urge you to look and see what he’s doing but before you gain the courage his arms fall on either side of you. His front pressed to you back as he looks at the dusty screen over your shoulder.

“I think you guys need a system update, could have made it to the warehouse and back by now,” his hushed tone sending shivers down your spine. You don’t move to look at him, eyes finding the reflection of his face in the pixels of the screen.

“Dad likes this one,” you shrug. Your shoulder bumping his chin. He leans into the touch and finds himself at home, chin resting in the crook of your neck. “As old as it is,” you lift one hand and smack the side of the monitor slightly. The green letters on the screen disappear, earning a chuckle from Joel before it springs back to life. The numbers on the screen, followed by a long green line and in a small box a three lays blinking at you.

“Three boxes, you’re in luck,” you smile. Your breath caught in your throat as he sits unmoving.

“Your dad still over in town?” You nod lightly. His hair ticking the side of your face. He nuzzles deeper into your neck. Breathing in deeply. “Mm,” he sighs. “Gonna walk me back to the warehouse?” His hands lifting from the desk, his finger sliding through your jeans belt loop and spinning you around to face him. You let out s childlike squeal, hands coming up to grip the lapels of his flannel.

“I can’t leave the store unattended,” your voice comes out breathy.

“Doors have locks for a reason,” His hands spread over the expanse of your hips. “Just have to run back for a minute. Shouldn’t take too long. You nod slowly.

“I’m due for my lunch break anyways,” he smiles softly. One hand coming up to your chin. Guiding your face to look at him.

“There’s my good girl,” you close your eyes and pull your face from his grasp. Stepping out of his grip and swiping the keys from the counter. Taking in a deep breath to soothe your heart, that you’re sure is beating out of your chest.

“Come on old man,” trying to cover the tension with a joke fails. As you go to pull the door open his hand comes over yours and closes it.

“Kid,” you can hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t make me show you what this old man can do,” you turn to look at him.

“Hopefully it’s carrying three huge boxes of specialty trim for some rich guys house. Lord knows I’m not carrying them,” yanking the door open his arm drops. He lets out a chuckle as you prance away, making sure to swing your hips with a little more sass than usual.

“Brat,” he huffs under his breath, smile still rested on his lips. You toss the keys at his as he pulls the door shut behind him. He catches them easily and locks up as you continue to walk around the building to the back warehouse. More so a garage with lots of shelving and a big work bench. You walk backwards as he stalks behind you. Footsteps heavy, eyes tracking your every move. Your back hits the large barn like door with a thud, the medal siding sending an echo through the large space behind you. Like a tape measure being pulled back into its casing. His steps capturing you in, just like at the counter before. His chest a short arm length from yours. His hand comes up between your faces in a fist, fingers opening revealing the keys dangling from his fingers. You hand lifts from your side, electricity vibrating through your fingers as you make a split second decision. Your hand, starting just above his waist band, glides up his abdomen. Palm flattened against his t shirt, slowly up his chest twisting and grasping the keys you turn to the lock. Pressing your back against his front, he lets out a low hum of a groan. Once the old lock is set free, you pull at the door, it doesn’t budge. You pull again, nothing. He pushes harder into your back and his hands rest on your shoulder. Gently drifting down your arms till his hands rear over yours. Finger’s encapsulating yours and he pulls roughly on the door, causing the metal handle to dig into your skin harshly. You let out a hiss at the feeling, the door pops open and his hand keeps a hold on yours as he pulls the both of you through. As you enter the large garage the motion sensor lights flick on, Joel closes the door behind you. His hand turns yours over I’m his palm, one faint red line. Already fading away, lifting your hand to his lips he places a soft kiss on your skin. You hum appreciatively, his hand guides yours after the kiss. Palm resting on the scruff of his cheek. Thumb moving gently over the sparse spot on his jaw. His opposite hand, wrapping around your hips and pulling you to him. Your front pressed snugly against his, hand still resting on his face.

“M’sorry, wasn’t thinking,” he hums. You just shake your head.

“Doesn’t even hurt,” your voice no more than a whisper. Your bodies entangled for so long, and so still, that the lights shut off. A small squeak reaches out from your throat. He chuckles and releases your waist with a wave. Hand in the air waving back and forth in the air above the two of you. Once the lights snap on you chuckle at the absurdity of Joel waving his arm around like a mad man. Your hand now dropped to his shoulder and both his hands drop down to find your waist.

“Let’s find those boxes, yeah?” You nod at his question. Clasping your hand in his he pulls you all around the garage to scan every shelf. A smile bursting on your face as you watch your intertwined hands. Joel had always been flirty when your father wasn’t around but this was a whole new man. It used to be stolen touches as you would reach across the counter to hand him his bag, or he’d tease you and call you kid. Tell you to ‘watch it, or see what happens,” so this Joel. Who kisses your hands, wraps his arms around you, holds you close. Is very different man, not that you’re complaining. You come to a stop and bump into Joel’s back as his feet cease movement.

He turns to you.

“You just can’t watch what you’re doin huh? Walkin into me all the time,” he jokes, a smirk rested on his lips.

“Sorry Joel,” you say meekly. He just shakes his head, smirk still rested on his lips.

“No old man huh?” You just shake your head. He then points to a few large, long boxes. Three shelves above your head. You let out a strangled sigh.

“I can’t use the lift, dad won’t let me. Says it’s dangerous,” the last work having a mocking undertone.

“I use it all the time,” Joel shrugs. Walking to the large garage door where he small forklift sleeps. Dad named her Betsy, the name is scrawled along the side of the old rusted machine. Joel pops himself in the seat and motions you to come over. “Come on beautiful, I don’t bite,” eying him cautiously you approach the side he reaches his hand out and you accept cautiously. You pulls you up onto the machine and into his lap. The small open ‘cabin’ of the vehicle barely big enough to hold both of your bodies. Your head brushing against the roof, his slides the key ring from your belt loop and inserts it into the ignition. His hands guide yours over the steering wheel, his over yours as he uses you like a puppet. Turning switches and pulling knobs, getting the ancient machine to work.

“Nice and easy,” he says under his breath as he releases the break and slowly applies gas. You let out little giggles as you maneuver the compact lift out of its spot. He then, hands still over yours. Speeds across the largest section of empty floor, a surprised squeal, turned belly laugh escapes you.

“Joel!” You yelp as he turns quickly around a corner causing the machine to whine, metal creaking and scraping. He low chuckle vibrates through his chest, one hand lifting off yours on the steering wheel and wrapping around your waist. Pulling you snug onto his lap, onto a very dense bulge. Your center sitting on top of a very hard Joel. You try to ignore the feeling burning a hole through your stomach. His hands leave yours on their own, wrapping one arm completely around your waist and the other finding rest on your thigh. You have full control of the steering around the garage while his foot stays even pressured on the gas. Small giggles erupting from you as you take the sharp turns. As you move to readjust yourself on his lap the seam of his zipper runs along your clothed cunt. You let out a small whine, rewarded with a flex of his hips. A grunt from the man your sat atop causing you to freeze.

“You’re killin me baby,” he groans again. Pulling you back down onto him. His hard cock pushing against the teeth of his zipper as he grinds up into you. “Gotta stop movin,” hold on your hips tight as he slows to a stop in front of the shelf you need to grab the boxes from.

“Sorry,” you whine. His hands find their way back on top of yours. Helping you to adjust the prongs to lift the boxes from the shelf. A smile fighting its way onto your face as his warm, calloused hands cover yours. Hand moving back and forth between the shift and buttons. Finally the boxes are on the floor and Joel finds the key in the ignition and pulls the power from the vehicle.

“Did such a good job for me baby,” he purrs in your ear. Nose ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Such a good girl for me,” you whine at the praise. “You like that huh?” You nod. “Like being my good girl,” you drop your head on his shoulders. His hands gently rubbing at your hips, slipping under your shirt. Fingers massaging gently into your skin. You feel sparks fleck across your skin at his touch. The feeling shooting to your core, your hips begin to move on their own accord. Gyrating against the hardening bulge under you.

“Wanna feel good huh baby,” his hands gripping your hips hard and guiding you up and down his covered self. “I wanna help you feel good yeah?” You nod. “Need your words baby,”

“Please touch me Joel, I’ll be good, please,” words tumbling out of your mouth at lightning speed. His chuckle causing your core to clench around nothing. You whine, his hands unmoving. “Please,” you pout, stomping your foot lightly with impatience. Hand squeezing tightly on your hip.

“Don’t get bratty on my now baby, I’m getting there,” you groan. Grinding down on him harder, moaning out. “Okay baby, okay,” his hand reaches up into your shirt and palms lightly at your breast. “I gotcha,” other hand drifting to find the button of your jeans. You nod fervently.

“Please touch me,” your head still resting on his shoulder. He pops open the button and his hand dives down your pants. Fingers tracing over the fabric of your underwear, tracing the seams that don’t quite cover the flowering lips of your labia.

“Already wet for me huh?” His longest middle finger dipping over your entrance. “Such a good little slut, ready for me already. Haven’t even touched you yet,” the animalistic growl in his voice unlike any noise you’ve heard him make before.

“Yes Joel, just for you, all for you,” applying a bit more pressure against your hole, the barrier of your lacy underwear.

“Fuckin better be,” he then skims past your underwear and runs his calloused finger along your seam. Not quite hard enough to enter you. Your hips move to accept his touch, causing his finger to graze your clit.

“Only for you, only yours,” his finger sliding ever so slightly inside of you before pulling out.

“This is all mine,” a growl catches in his throat. Dipping a finger further into you before pulling out and using it to run lightly over your clit.

“Joel,” you whine lifting your hips again. His hand rips from under your shirt, laying a slap on the inside of your thigh.

“Don’t make me take you over my knee kid,” you gasp at the tingling sensation left in his handprints wake. “Be a good girl,” his hand continues to move in your underwear. Tracing the same path back and forth. Dipping further into your core each time. Your hips jerking slightly at the movements. His erection digging into your ass painfully.

“I’m being so good,” you cried. Wanting more. “Joel please I need you, just wanna feel full,” your hair tousled over your face. You can feel him nod against the side of your head. His forehead pressed to the temple of yours.

“Wanna feel full baby?” Lips drifting across your cheek, barely there. “Want Daddy to stuff your greedy little cunt with his big cock huh?” You nod desperately.

“Please, please, wanna feel you so bad,” the second the first syllable leaves your mouth two fingers find your drenched hole and push in knuckle deep. The moan leaving your lips loud, loud enough to drown out the sound of the buzzing lights and humming generator. “Oh fuck Daddy,” a predatory growl following your moans.

“Again,” his fingers curling up into you, searching for the spongy spot he knows will make you cry out.

“Daddy, f, fuck,” you stutter out. “Feel so full,” he’s rutting up into the crease of your ass and thigh now. His breath uneven. His fingers finally find the soft ribbed walls, and begins circling it slowly. Digging into the spongy wetness, the mewls and whines escaping your lips growing louder and louder with each stroke. Digging his second hand into your jeans, pushing them down slightly. His fingers clumsily find your clit, your head thrown back at the pressure.

“Daddy, daddy,” the word flowing out of your mouth over and over.

“Come on baby, come for me princess,” your vision blurs as a wave crashes over you. Legs twitching and closing around his hands. Your fingers healing at his forearms till your knuckles are white. Jumbles of words and curses fall from your lips, incoherent at best. Body buzzing as you come down from your high. His fingers still sheathed inside you, sliding in and out against your walls. Prolonging your intense orgasm. Using his arms as leverage you lift yourself from his touch.

“Too much,” you whine. You can feel his smile against your skin as you continue to try to pull away.

“You did such a good job for me baby,” the need in his voice not unnoticed by you.

“Thank you Daddy,” you hum. “Wanted you for so long,” you lean back into his touch. His hands escape the confines of your jeans, you watch as he lifts his fingers to his mouth. Slowly licking them clean. His eyes on you, as you watch him clean your taste from his fingers. Your mouth waters at the thought. As his now, relatively, clean fingers are unlatched from his lips your eyes look to his. “You taste better than I ever could have imagined honey,” you smile at the pet name. “Wanna taste baby?” You nod, slightly unsure. Never having tasted yourself before. His hand then quickly wraps itself around the back of your head. He pulls your face to his, lips smashing against yours with a moan. His tongue invading your mouth instantly, you taste yourself on his tongue. Salty and a little sweet, slowly untangling your limbs. Still connected at the mouth you turn yourself in his lap so you’re straddling him. Your hands tangling in his curls while he moves to unclasp your bra. Fingers fumbling as you begin to grind your core onto his pulsing dick. He snaps the bra against your back. Arching from the sting you drop your weight onto him, he lets out a groan. Hands drop to his shoulders you go to lift yourself from his lap. He shakes his head and pulls you back down onto him with the base of your bra.

“Goddamn it,” he groans. Burring his nose into the base of your neck. Lips finding exposed skin and placing peppered kisses across the expanse of your neck. “Can’t wait to feel you,” he mumbles against your skin. You drop your head back, his fingers find their way back to the clasp and undoes the hooks one by one. Once the garment is released from your body. You lean back from him and pull the bra, and your shirt off your torso. Once your vision is cleared of the dark shirt you look to his face. Joel’s eyes are devouring your chest hungrily. Hand coming up to your right breast, slowly grasping at your skin. Hands dwarfing your breast in his hold. Thumb coming up to brush against your peaked nub, a breathy moan escaping you as he makes contact.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful,” his right hand pushing you closer to him, capturing your nipple in his mouth.

“Oh, Daddy please,” you whimper. His hair reaching up to pull at your roots as he sucks and nibbles at your sensitive skin. He releases you with a pop before moving to the neglected breast. Your hands digging into his shoulders. Flannel protecting him against your nails. “Daddy, I wanna feel you,” you continue grinding your core on his cock. He releases you quickly but only one enough to speak out to you.

“You can do better than that for me baby. Come on. Beg for Daddy’s cock,” the whine leaving your lips childlike as the words escape him.

“Ugh!” You groan. Dropping your forehead to rest against his. “Daddy please, wantchotofillmesogood,” the words blending together into a mesh of syllables. “Wanna feel your,” you let out a gasped moan as he lays a seat on your ass. “Wanna fee your big cock stretch me out Daddy please,” he chuckles deeply.

“Okay baby, I’ll stuff that needy little cunt.” A sigh of relief escapes you.

“Thank you Daddy,” you lift your hands from his shoulders and bring a kiss to his lips. Hands rubbing against the scruff of his jaw. Tongue delving into his mouth. He grabs your hips and begins sliding you off his lap. Your feet find the floor once again, stepping off the machinery and onto the concrete ground. You pull back from him and he clambers out behind you. Pulling you to kiss him by the back of your neck, your hands resting at the waistband of his pants. Fidgeting with his belt buckle. Occasionally dropping down to palm his bulge. His hips gently thrusting at the sensation. Hands tangled in your hair, bruising kisses mushing against one another’s faces. Your hand dips into his belt and untangle him from the confines. Quickly dropping to your knees out of his grasp, fly open, belt flapping. You look at him with hooded eyes. His own tracing over your form. Mouth agape, breath heavy, he looks straight out of a porno. You smile at him before yanking on his pants. Pulling them down his thighs, his hands come over yours.

“Slow down baby, I’m not goin anywhere,”

“Yes Sir,” you submit. Slowly pulling him out of his boxers. You can’t completely wrap your hand around his cock. Shakey breaths fall onto you lean forward to kiss him. Lips connecting with the head of his dick releases a groan deep within his chest. Hands gripping your hair tightly, tingles shooting down your spine you hum with appreciation. Mouth taking the head of his dick, lips wrapping around him and tongue rubbing back and forth in him.

“Fuck, you feel good baby,” fingers wrapping around his base and squeezing lightly. “Holy shhhh.” His words fading out to a hiss. Bobbing down slowly. Taking him bit by bit, teasing him the same way he teased you. An irritated gurgle leaves his throat gripping the sides of your head and pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. He lets out a satisfied sigh in the same stretch you moan around him. Pinching your eyes tightly, hand coming to rest on his thighs. His cock glides in and out of your mouth slowly, testing the waters on how far you could take him back. The grunts and muttered praises falling from his lips encouraging you to take more. You push down to him and take him as far back as you can. The tip of his cock fitting snugly inside your throat.

“Holy fucking shit, baby you’re perfect,” slow thrusts pulling in and out of your throat until you gag and he pulls back. You shake your head and chase his cock. “No baby, it’s okay, wanna feel that pussy now, yeah?” You nod with an excited smile. “Comere,” he pulls you up into a quick kiss before spinning you around and bending you over the seat of the forklift. A surprised moose leaving your throat. He quickly tips your pants down, settling them at your knees. As he finds his spot behind you you speak to him mockingly.

“Slow down baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he responds with a smack on your ass. You flinch back before pushing back into him. “Harder, please,” he chuckles laying another spank on you.

“Naughty girl,” you share your head.

“I’ve been good,”

“Have you?” You nod your head vigorously. He tuts his tongue. “I don’t think showing of your pretty flower panties to customers is being good,” your body stills and you gasp. “Yeah I saw your little show baby,” he’s spreads your cheeks apart. Tip brushing against you clit clumsily. “Was that just for me or do you show your pink little panties to all the boys huh,” your mouth hangs agape as you shake your head.

“It just,” you whine as he barely dips his head into your entrance. Pulling back and running back over your clit. “It just happened, just you, just the once, I promise,” your voice breaking through raged breaths. His tip teasing you back and forth.

“Just for me?”

“Yes Daddy, just for you,”

“Mmm, good,” he hums. Snapping his hips to yours in one swift motion. Stuffing you completely, your pussy squelching at the intrusion. You yelp out at the sudden fullness.

“Oh fuck, so fuckin tight,” his hands digging into the small of your back. Supporting his weight on you as he pulls out slowly and pushes back in even slower. “Pussy was made for me huh?” Hands pinching at your skin.

“Yes Daddy, made for your cock,” head twisting back to see him. Hair dangling over his forehead.

“Good fuckin girl,” looking up to make eye contact with you. “So tight,” he thrusts “so wet,” again, “so warm,” harder. You whine out at the praises.

“Thank you Daddy,” his hand finds you hair. The other resting on your ass. “Thank you,” you whine. “For making me feel good,” he pulls harder at your roots. “For letting me taste you,” you get lost in a bought of whimpers as the head of his cock rubs against your g-spot.

“Come on baby, can feel you squeezing me,” his grip on your hips tightening. “Come with me, come around my cock,” his thrust becoming quicker and sloppy. You sigh in relief and release around him. Elbows dropping down to the seat, his hands finding your waist and holding you through your orgasm. His hips stilling not long after your legs begin to tremble. Mutters of curses leaving his lips as he pulses inside you. Bring yourself to rest on the seat, your face pressed against the cool cracked leather. His chest presses against your back, placing chaste kisses along your shoulders.

“Did so good,” his voice grumbly, tired. You sigh appreciatively.

“Thank you Daddy,”

“It’s okay baby,” his hands running down your thigh. “Just call me Joel,” you nod.

“Okay Joel,” the two of you take a few moments to bask in your afterglow, him proceeding to place kisses along any skin he can reach. Then proceeding to untangle from one another and redress. You can’t seem to find your small lace panties and he has a mysterious bulge in his pocket and a smirk on his face. You just pull him to a kiss. He parks the forklift back it’s its spot and finds a hand trolley to push the boxes to his truck. You watch as he lifts the triangular boxes into his truck. Muscles flexing, visible even when trapped in his flannel.

“Thank you for all your help kid,” He smirks at you. You respond with an eye roll, he looks up at the front of the store. Eyes scanning and trim. He pulls toy to him, chin pinched in his fingers. “Thought I fucked the attitude out of you, you need to go again already?” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” you smirk up at him. He lets out a sigh and fishes his hand into his pocket. Pulling out a small paper and slipping it into your hands.

“Text me, I’ll send you my address,” you nod shyly. “See you soon princess,” he places a firm kiss to your lips. Pulling back with a wide smile.

“See you soon Daddy,” he shoots you a joking glare and hips into the cab of his truck. He throws you a wave, you stand watching his truck drive till he turns out of sight. You groan and turn back to unlock the door and open up the shop again. Dull ache on your cervix as you walk. Sending a small smile to your lips.

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waiting to return to you

eddie munson x fem!reader

«summary: it’s been two days since they lost and Vecna won, and the gang finally reunited»

part one here

«warning: ANGST! : mentions of major character death; I legit cried while watching this cause I had to watch the scene»

The mechanical beeping from the heart monitor echoed throughout the hospital room. The sounds of the machines working as they kept a comatose. (Y/n) somewhat alive.

Max sat at her bedside holding her hand. Lucas sat beside her being there as support. Just then the hospital door opened. Max and Lucas looking up and seeing, Will, Mike, Eleven, Johnathan, and Nancy.

Lucas and Max immediately stood up walking towards their friends, “Oh my god.” Lucas said, the two walked towards them.

“We've been calling you guys like crazy.” He says, as Mike, Will, Lucas, and Max group hug.

“I know.” Mike replies.

“We came as soon as we heard.” He finished, and they pulled back, and Max noticed Eleven. “I'm sorry.” Eleven whispered, as her and Max hugged.

They’ll looked towards the hospital bed. (Y/n) just lying there hooked up to wires and machines. “Do they know…” Eleven asked, slowly turning towards Max.

“When she will wake?” She asks, and Max just stares at (Y/n). “No.” Max replies.

“They say she might not.” Max says, stilling looking at (Y/n). The image of her limp body lying in her arms still haunts her and will forget haunt her.

“Her heart stopped.” She says, shuddering under her breath.

“For over a minute. She died.” She continued, telling her friends what happened.

“I… I mean, clinically, but…Then she came back.” She says.

“The doctors don't know how. They say it's a miracle.” She finishes, then Eleven sits beside (Y/n) taking holding onto her hand. “I'm here, Max.” Eleven said, looking down at the deathly pale (Y/n).

At hawkins high school

Wayne Munson walked into the gymnasium. An old brown duffle bag in one hand, and in the other he’s holding, Jamie. His grandnephew in the other. Wayne sighs seeing the vandalized missing poster of his nephew, Eddie.

He rips it down and placed another on, a none vandalized one. “Mr. Munson?” Dustin says, seeing the man.

“I'm Dustin Henderson.” He says, limping over towards the older man. “Can we talk?” He asked, and Wayne turned to look at him. While adjusting his grip on Jamie, “I can't imagine we got anything to talk about.” Wayne says, looking at Dustin.

“My nephew is innocent.” Wayne says, insistent. “He's still missing.” He says. Dustin just listened he didn’t want to do this, tell him the truth.

“I'll put up as many posters as I need until he's found.” He says, as he turns on his heel picking up the duffel bag.

“Good day to you.” He says, walking past Dustin. Jamie looked over Wayne’s shoulder looking at Dustin.

Dustin hesitated for a moment, as tears brimmed his eyes. “I was with him.” Dustin said, causing Wayne to stop in his tracks.

“I was with him when the earthquake hit.” He says, turning towards Wayne.

“And… where is Eddie now?” Wayne asked, and Dustin’s lower lips began to quiver.

Reaching into his pocket, “I'm…” Dustin’s voice cracked, as he pulled out Eddie’s guitar pick.

“I'm so sorry.” He finished. Showing it to Wayne, tears brimmed his eyes and began rolling down his cheeks. Dropping the duffel bag, Jamie looked at the guitar pick curiously.

He sat down on the bench beside him. He held it in his hand while Jamie sat on his lap. Dustin limped over sitting beside Wayne, “I wish everyone had gotten to know him.” Dustin said, slowly turning to look at him.

“Really know him. Because they would've loved him, Mr. Munson.” Dustin says. Jamie’s hand reached towards the guitar pick; his tiny fingers grazing the chain.

“Dada?” Jamie whimpered. “They would've loved him.” Dustin continues, his eyes red from the tears.

“Even in the end…He never stopped being Eddie.” He says.

“Despite everything. I never even saw him get mad. He could've run.” He says, more tears brimming his eyes.

As Wayne held his grandnephew tightly, mourning the loss. “He could've saved himself. But he fought.” He says.

“He fought and died to protect this town. This town that… hated him.” He says, looking at Jamie who had tears running down his cheeks.

“He isn't just innocent… Mr. Munson, he's…” He says, looking at the older man.

“He's a hero.” He finishes. Wayne nods tearfully, and presses a kid on the top of Jamie’s head.

“If you need anything don’t hesitate and call. I have a friend who’d love to babysit Jamie. Whenever you need it.” He finishes, leaving Wayne there to mourn the loss of his nephew.

One day earlier

Dustin held (Y/n)’s hand tears in his eyes, seeing her comatose state. His lower lip quivering, “I-I’m sorry, Y/n. You probably can’t hear me.” He says, wiping away the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“E-Eddie, says he loves you and that he’s sorry…..” He shuddered under his breath, “For not being able to keep his promise.” His voice begin to crack, as his grip on her hand tightened.

“He died a hero. Protecting this town that hated him. For you for your son.” He sniffled, his eyes red. “He wants you to move on. Find love again. Get married and live the life he couldn’t give you.” He sniffled ever more.

He shuddered, “He wants you to also give, Jamie his guitar. Pass it down as a family heirloom. He chuckled sadly, looking down at (Y/n).

“He told me to tell you. Keep fighting and when the time comes, he’ll be waiting for you to return to him.” He says, sniffling then walking out of the room to get some fresh air.

Just as he did, a single tear ran down (Y/n)’s cheek.

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Trapped - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Detective Reader

Chapter 3

Rating - Explicit

No warnings for this chapter

Also available on AO3

You’ve only just been promoted when the missing persons cases come across the desk in a stack, one after another, five in total. All adults, four male and one female. Two of the individuals are siblings. Their ages vary from early twenties to mid fifties. You study the pages and search the criminal database, looking for a connection.

There it is.

Breaking and entering. Shoplifting. Destruction of private property. Trespassing.

Four of them are thieves.

This last one though. He doesn’t fit the profile. No criminal record. Ten years of experience working as a security guard.

His last known location was at his new place of employment: Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

It’s starting again, you think, gathering the folders together into a pile. It’s time to go back.

***

You ring the door buzzer for the fourth time, wondering where the guard is.

It’s nearly 5am, still dark outside. You can smell the petrichor from the earlier rainstorm. It’s unseasonably warm, forcing you to remove your blazer and roll up your sleeves.

You’re just about to ring again when you see the familiar face of Michael Schmidt emerging from the rear of the dining room. He fumbles with the door, cracking it open and blinks at your groggily.

“Can I help you?”

“Do you remember me? We spoke awhile back when you first got hired.”

“Yeah, sure.” He attempts to stifle a yawn.

“Can you let me in?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so. Is something wrong?”

“Maybe.” You step inside, immediately wishing you hadn’t. The air is oppressive and stifling. You feel as if you’re suffocating.

“Are you okay?”

You shake yourself. “Yes, I’ll be alright. Just been a long time since I’ve been in here. Can you take me to the security room?”

“Sure. Follow me.” He leads you to a hallway that connects the kitchen to the dining room and from there you round the corner to a series of offices. “It’s right in there.”

“That’s some set up,” you murmur, scanning the stacks of monitors. The control panel looks outdated. There’s a cart with an old television and VCR tucked into one corner. The desk fan is caked in dust. The only thing that looks even remotely modern is the ripped poster of Nebraska taped crookedly to the wall above the screens, and a bottle of prescription pills sitting on the desk. You watch as the young man hastily presses the stop button on a tape recorder, which has been emitting soothing nature sounds.

You lift the bottle and read the label. “You have trouble sleeping, Mike?”

“Uh, yeah.” He seems very nervous, continually moistening his lips and rubbing the back of his neck, rocking on his heels.

“And you think sleeping here is a good idea?”

He sighs heavily. “Look, I really need this job, okay? And something about being here…well, it’s going to sound stupid. But it makes me feel closer to my brother. He went missing when we were little and…I don’t know what it is about this place, but I dream about him every night now.”

Unsure of how to respond to this admission, you set the orange bottle back on the desk. “Did you know the security guard who worked here before you? Did he train you?”

“No, I never met him. He was already gone when I started. Steve said this job has a high turn around.”

“Steven Raglan? The career counselor?”

“Yeah.”

“Right. Mr Schmidt—”

“Mike is fine.”

“—Mike. That gentleman has been reported missing, along with four other people. His last known whereabouts were here. The other people all have a history of petty vandalism and thievery. It seems like too much of a coincidence. Have you had any trouble with break-ins since you started working here?”

Mike frowns. “There was one incident. When I got here the other day the place was a disaster. Broken glass everywhere from the busted pinball machines. All the change dispensers were tipped over. It took me forever to clean it all up.”

“Was the front door left unlocked?”

“No, I definitely locked it. All the doors were locked. I have no idea how whoever it was got inside. I swear I locked it,” he repeats firmly.

You nod. “I believe you. So did you report this to anyone? Did you call the police?”

“I told Steve. He sounded pissed. Said the owner was going to be unhappy and I’d probably notice it in my paycheck. He said he’d take care of calling the police, so I left it at that.”

“I’ll have to speak to him and verify that. Anything else I should know about?”

“Not that I’m aware of. I mean…the place creeps me out sometimes, you know?”

“I know.” You glance at the monitors. “Can we rewind these and see if they caught anything?”

“Oh, yeah. Um, I’m not exactly sure how. There’s a manual here somewhere…”. He rummages through the desk drawers, producing a yellowing binder. “Here it is.”

Together you’re able to decipher how to view the previously recorded footage.

“There. You see it?”

“I didn’t see anything.”

“The timestamp.” You point to the white numbers on the corner of the screen. “It jumps ahead several hours. There’s footage missing.”

“You mean someone erased it?”

“It certainly looks like it.” You reach for the flashlight tucked into your belt. “I don’t suppose it goes any brighter in here than this?”

“No. The power is totally messed up. I have to hit the switch constantly.”

“Great. Well, I want to check out some more things. Do you mind coming with me?”

He shakes his head, following you as you exit the office and sweep the flashlight around. You pause when you reach the hallway outside a janitorial closet.

“Mike, when you cleaned up, did you mop?”

“Yeah. The kitchen was trashed. Let me tell you old jars of pizza sauce really stain—”

“I mean back here,” you interrupt, pointing to the linoleum floor. “You see how it’s dirty the rest of the hallway, but near this door it’s spotless.” You turn the handle of the closet door and shine the light inside, seeing nothing of interest.

“No, it wasn’t me.”

“Hmm.” You continue exploring, ducking into the restroom. Your puzzled reflection stares back at you, divided by a large crack in the mirror.

You have a look through Parts and Service, casting a wary eye over endoskeletons and strange looking contraptions with menacing protruding bits of sharp metal. It feels like an operating theater from some old movie, where victims were taken for nefarious purposes. The steel tables with their restraining devices looks like torture experiments.

Why would an animatronic need to be restrained?

You save the stages for last, shuddering when you catch sight of the animatronics, eternally grinning at some hidden joke, eyes forever staring at nothing.

You hurriedly pull the curtains closed and glance at the security guard. “I wouldn’t advise sleeping here any more, Mike. I empathize with your history but it’s not just irresponsible; it isn’t safe,” you caution.

He frowns, scuffing a toe into the carpet. “I’ll do my best,” he mumbles.

“Contact me if anything else happens,” you say, handing him your card. “And be careful.”

***

It’s around 5pm when Steve Raglan finally emerges from the office building.

You start the car engine, waiting until he’s already turning out of the parking lot before you begin trailing him.

The dark vintage sedan moves slowly and you’re forced to lift off the accelerator continuously so you don’t get too close.

His destination is a downtown restaurant.

He parallel parks and you take your time finding a spot across the street, giving him ample time to go inside and get settled before you exit your car and cross the road.

Inside the dinner rush is just starting, with many of the tables and booths occupied and more than a few customers seated at the bar.

At the far end is the career counselor, perched on a stool, a glass of dark amber liquid at his lips.

A hostess inquires where you would like to sit and you point to a vacant booth tucked into the corner.

You’ve just sat down and are staring blindly at a laminated menu when you hear a familiar voice.

“Why are you following me?”

“I’m not. I just happened to be in the area and decided to stop in for a bite to eat.”

“Oh come on, Officer. Or no, it’s Detective now, isn’t it? I saw your promotion mentioned in the paper. Congratulations,” he says, easing down into the padded seat across from you. The backs of the chairs are walled off with tall frames of wood, affording you privacy.

You watch as he finishes his drink and signals for a waitress to bring him another. His long fingers toy with the beverage napkin.

“The steak and burgers here are great. So are most of the appetizers. The sushi is rubbish, though,” he says, thanking the woman that places a fresh glass in front of him.

You decline to order, your ice water untouched.

“Not hungry after all? At least have a drink. My treat. What’s your poison? You look like a gin and tonic kind of girl.”

“I’m on duty,” you remind him.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” He grins, taking a healthy swallow of whiskey.

“Mr. Raglan—”

“Steve,” he corrects.

“—Steve. I need to speak with the owner of Freddy’s. You said you have his contact details.”

“That’s just not possible, I’m afraid. He leads a very private life. Surely you understand that even after all those accusations were proven unfounded, the damage had already been done, his reputation tarnished. It’s what ruined the business. He just wants to be left alone. I don’t have any justification for betraying that trust.” He pushes the gold framed lenses further up the bridge of his nose.

“You actually have five reasons.”

He blinks slowly. “How do you figure that?”

“Five missing persons.”

The older man takes another leisurely sip before answering. “What does that have to do with the owner?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you.”

“And I’m not at liberty to discuss the owner’s contact information. So it seems we’re at an impasse.” He sighs, one finger tracking idly through the condensation on the side of the now empty glass. He requests another and you watch him drain this serving more slowly.

Suddenly his head lifts, eyes locking with yours. “How long did you wait before you entered my name into your criminal database?”

You swallow, shifting nervously, the cushions beneath you creaking slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I hope you don’t play poker, because you are a terrible liar.” He sets his drink down, leaning forward. You feel his fingertips graze your knees beneath the table and you flinch, drawing back. He smirks. “I assume you’ve spoken to Mike Schmidt again.”

“I have.”

“Well? Did he see anything? What about the security footage?”

“No. It’s missing several hours. Convenient, isn’t it? And remarkable that, considering the level of damage that was done to the property, the owner never notified the police.”

Steve shrugs. “Maybe he exaggerated. Maybe he's the one who tampered with the camera footage to cover for his lack of diligence. I did tell you, as you’ll recall, that Mike is a very troubled young man.” He tents his fingers and rests his chin on them. “You know, he’s lucky to still be employed after these damages, such as they are. Which will of course be docked from his wages. Most unfortunate, given his circumstances. The owner is less than pleased.”

“So you have been in contact recently.”

“I have, yes,” he concedes.

“Tell me how to reach him.”

“If he wishes to consult with law enforcement, I feel certain he’ll do so of his own accord.”

“Quit jerking me around, Raglan.”

“Steve,” he corrects placidly.

Your eyes narrow. “What happened to the previous security guard?”

“I couldn’t say. I’m only responsible for the hiring process. The job does have a high turnover rate, as we say in the business.”

“Now who’s lying?” you snap irritably.

“You’ve got one solved case under your belt, Detective, but that doesn’t make you an expert. You’re going to have to work for this.” He rises, digging into his pants pocket for his wallet and withdrawing several bills, folding them and tucking them under his empty glass.

“I hope you’re not planning on driving after that many drinks.”

“That’s really beneath you now, isn’t it? You’ve got more pressing matters to attend to. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” he murmurs, his fingers skimming your arm as he passes by.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you

[spectrum-studios]

Story notes : dystopian space, tw: mentions of blood and slight blood, violence, moderate language, gore.

This is a school assignment I made, and I had lots of classmates and teacher advice taken, and it's a part of my final for the creative writing class.

Also, here's some mentions to people i wish to share this with!

@lethalcontracts @adriftinthev0id @xdollydoodlesx @orbdotexe @celestelunisea16 @gizmocrate-werecrow

Story below the cut!

“Hello, I'm the boss of this [REDACTED] company, YOU are my newest assistant, YOUR job is to make sure the crews are mentally sane, YOU will activate the [REDACTED] protocol if a crew does not meet quota. And thank YOU for joining the monitor system…”

YOU sat down at a repurposed security desk and turned on all the monitors… and decided to read about the restricted rehired No-Fire crew captain, Intel.

[Intel’s Background

Year 1XXX. An asset named Intel yelled at her team to take off as she fended off the monsters who were trying to board the ship. The captain tossed her a stop sign for her self-defense.

And years pass on the moon… enough time to let her learn about things that no soul can ever dream, Intel learned how to kill anything.

As the years pass intel is eventually saved and rehired soon becoming a captain.

Her crew is named Team No-Fire made up of Intel, Socks, Rookie, and Intern.]

YOU tuck the file away and start monitoring the screens.

‘This has been a cycle for everyone’s lives. Just eat, ship to moons, collect scrap, kill aliens, get home, get paycheck… repeat. Once someone joins, they can't leave till death, age, or too much information. Everyone is an asset. They don't care if you commit crimes or are insane; you are an asset and a tool to the company.’

Year 2387.

Intel parries a Jester’s lunge attack and shoves the jester back and swings her stop sign and digs the sharp metal into the Jester’s neck and exposed spine, blood spewing from the wound which made quite a mess… Intel starts violently stabbing the Jester’s shell with the sign pole and blood starts to pool the hall as the Jester is lifeless on the ground, and Intel wipes blood off her cracked visor, Intel looks at Rookie, “that's the third near death with Jester, Rooks… and it's a monday.” She helped Rookie up.

“Doesn't beat Socks’s however… she has the most encounters, what was it again?” Rookie asked. “98 encounters Rooks, 98, and that was last month.” Intel answered, collecting scrap.

“Still shocks me. Socks lied her way into the job…” Rookie sighs.

“Me too Rooks… me too.” Intel said with a disappointed voice. The two head back to the ship. Upon getting home and taking a break, along with paying respect to fallen people, the crew dumps off the scrap and “sleep”...

In the morning, Intel got up to get the paycheck.

“Here's the paycheck Intel” boss said as his visible clawed hand held out the check to Intel.

“Thanks boss, have a good day” Intel replied, taking the check and reading it over.

Later in the day Intel’s team washed off the blood from a fight that the youngest teammate, Socks, miraculously missed by taking the fire exit, that fight was scary… Intel didn't want Socks to die or get traumatized. Intel looks at her stop sign, the very sign that her old team tossed her as she sacrificed her life to save them… sad that they got fired… Intel yearned for freedom but she knew far too much for her freedom, she knew more than the boss himself…

The sleep pod alarm went off as Intel punched it to silence it and slid out of the pod in her black skinsuit as she grabs the space suit and slips it on, she bangs on the other pods to wake up the rest.

“Wake up bitches, we have work today… no slacking” Intel spoke in a tired voice.

“I’m up, I'm up, capt'n..” Intern kicked open the pod door while the others slowly got up and ready. Intel grabs a helmet and skips breakfast, boarding the ship assigned to her team..

Later, they arrive at a new moon that is worth ten times the normal runs they do. Intel rips the stop sign pole from a baboon hawk head as its thick viscous blood covers the pole.

“Fucking baboon hawks” Intel mutters under her breath…

“These robots are soooo BIG!” Socks squeals excitedly at the sight of giant robots.

“They look dangerous, Socks.” Rookie holds her small shoulder.

They all enter the building and get the scrap, ward off nutcrackers and brackens, and get back to the ship as giants crawled from the earth at the sight of a sunset.

“Time to go?” Intern asked. “Yeah lets get the fuck outta here” Intel answered dropping some scrap, and heading ‘home’.

Intel washes off her stop sign and suit off of any alien blood along with the others. They grab dinner and climb into their pods. Intel stays awake, dreaming her hopeless dream.

End. . . ? no… there is never an ending in the company… It's just a million stories and a million lives lost out in space.

Lore | Lethal Company Wiki | Fandom

#lethal company #the company #we love the company #you are a valuable asset #school assignment #storytime

[teasandcardigans]

trash fic thursday <3

hello all! this has pretty much become a dead account mostly due to the fact that the fandom does not feel like a community that is good for me anymore, but i wanted to respond to my close mutuals who continue to tag me in posts about writing and music

i'm going to be sharing old drafts, forgotten wips, and dead works that will likely never be finished. first up? hindsight, part 1. a fic that i started right after sam and david's phone call and raced to finish, but ran out of time before the next video came out:

“Thank you,” came the voice through the phone, deep and rough.

The line clicked off. Sam stared at his screen for a moment, unsure of his next move. He had agreed to meet David tonight and he felt everything in his body tell him to do the exact opposite. This wasn’t his fight, despite everything he may harbor against Quinn. The vendetta was Darlin’s and now Sam was neck deep in shit he never wanted to be a part of.

His eyes drifted away from his phone and towards a sleeping Darlin, who was still peacefully tucked under their sheets. Sam shouldn’t have stayed, really. He only came to make sure Darlin was still breathing and not bleeding out again after the shifter neglected to answer Sam’s calls. The two of them talked for a while, then one thing led to another, and suddenly Darlin’s hand was curling around his wrist asking him to stay. Sam took one look at them and caved.

The newborns were making him soft.

Sam could see the slightest breaks of dawn through Darlin’s bedroom curtains and knew he had to go, or else he’d be trapped here all day. With a soft farewell touch to Darlin’s cheek, Sam pulled on his boots and headed for the door, triple checking the lock and wards before leaving.

He had to speed back to WonderWorld to avoid the sun, which meant the typical hour-long walk from Darlin’s place to the amusement park was completed in a matter of minutes. Sam arrived to see two curious newborns waiting for him, both talking quietly before noticing his arrival.

They both questioned where he had been and Sam politely remindedminded the newborns that he was the Maker here, not them. His locations didn’t need to be closely monitored by someone who wasn’t in the bloodlust phase, theirs did. That fact quickly made Fred’s nervous ramblings come to a halt, but Sam wasn’t so lucky with Bright. The stubborn one always pushed a little more than Sam liked.

“So you’re not gonna tell us why you smell like a wet dog?” Bright questioned, coming to walk backwards in front of Sam in order to keep eye contact with him. “Or why Vincent’s become our babysitter for the past month?”

Sam pointed his finger at them, trying his best to be stern through his exhaustion from speeding to the park. “Vincent owes me, that’s why. The rest isn’t your business, kid.”

Bright huffed and turned away.

Sam was antsy all day. He tried to get work done, but his mind wouldn’t let the thought of meeting David Shaw go. The alpha had a strong reputation in Dahlia and his pact with William went back years. The Solaire clan knew their bounds with the Shaw pack, and yet, Sam was testing them. He had been crossing the line the night Darlin gave him the address to their apartment and he stepped through the threshold to heal them. Under the agreements of the pact, David had every right to rip Sam a new one.

Sam hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

#redacted asmr #redacted #teasandwrites #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted david

[joekeeryswife]

can you write a story about spending time with joseph on fathers day and doing something special with him and the baby?

Father’s day - J.Q

hello loves how is everyone?? sorry i haven’t been posting a lot but please request more imagines!! dad!Joseph is my favourite. i’m sorry but i didn’t do spending the day but i did do the morning with Joseph and baby Tommy! my work isn’t good enough atm so i’m sorry😭 probably has a few mistakes but enjoy <3

you had given birth to your daughter Tommy three months ago and today was Joseph's first father's day. Joseph had always talked about becoming a dad and when you finally had your daughter he was ecstatic. he was one of the best dads you'd ever seen and seeing him and your daughter bond was beautiful. the first father's day was always important to him, he always spoke about it when you were pregnant and now Tommy was here he could finally experience it for himself.

he didn't believe his friends when they said being a parent was the best thing to ever happen to them but now he had his beautiful baby he knew exactly what they meant. you were downstairs making Joseph breakfast, both Tommy and Joseph asleep which gave you a bit of peace and quiet before Tommy woke up screaming. you hoped that she wouldn't wake up Joseph so you could surprise him and had the baby monitor right next to you as you cooked, any sound she made you were looking straight at the monitor to tend to her.

you heard her fussing as you plated up the food and quickly turned the oven off so you could go feed her. you walked up the stairs and into her bedroom where you saw her squirming around on the bed, obviously groggy from just waking up. "good morning sweetheart. did you sleep well?" you asked, carefully picking her up and placing her on your chest. the three month old lifted her head up slightly as she looked up at you, her doe brown eyes staring right into yours.

having your baby was the best thing to ever happen to you. there were no words to describe the feeling when you first met the most beautiful creature which you created. you let your head fall down slightly so you could kiss her multiple times on her neck. you heard her giggle slightly, her left hand coming up to grab ahold of your hair. "ouch" you whispered, getting between her hand and your hair as you tried to stop her from ripping it out. you walked to the rocking chair which was in the corner of her nursery and sat down, pulling down the left side of your nursing pyjama top, knowing it was time for a feed.

she latched on pretty quickly which you were grateful for because today you definitely didn't want to be more stressed then you already were. sometimes it would take her at least 20 minutes to latch but the gods must of heard you. she nursed for about 10 minutes before she let go, meaning she didn't want anymore and that also meant you could now wake up Joseph for his breakfast. you pulled your top back up before sitting her up on your lap, allowing yourself to burp her.

after burping her you let yourself stand up and walk downstairs to put her in her baby bouncer which was in front of the TV. it was playing Bluey and every time that show was playing Tommy was absolutely mesmerised by the screen. she would not take her eyes off it for the ten minutes it was on the screen. obviously she didn't understand what was happening but the different characters just made her eyes widen and coo at the screen. you had gone back into the kitchen and picked up the breakfast you had prepared and put it on the dining room table, ready for Joseph to eat.

every father's day is special but a first father's day should always be remembered as the best so for his present you decided to make a card which had Tommys hand prints on the front and then inside the card were her foot prints. you had made this a few weeks ago and let's just say Tommy did not like having paint on her hands and feet but nevertheless you got a decent picture out of it. you also decided to add to the card a sweet paragraph and try to get Tommy to 'write' her name at the end of it with your help, obviously. you also got a frame made with a picture of  Joseph and Tommy sleeping together on the couch when she was a month old. there were letters around the photo which said 'Happy first Father's day Daddy'. it wasn't anything expensive but it was sentimental and you knew Joseph would love it.

it was nearing 8:30 when Joseph finally woke up and you had just enough time to put both presents in front of the breakfast you had made. you quickly got Tommy out of her baby bouncer and sat down at the table, hearing Joseph's footsteps carrying him down the stairs. he was confused, he didn't see you in the bed next to him like you usually were, Tommy wasn't in her crib and you weren't in the living room. he walked into the dining room and saw you and Tommy sat together, a wide smile on your face. he looked at the table and saw a card, a small wrapped up gift and a full english breakfast which he automatically assumed was his.

"happy first father's day" you said as he walked closer to the table. Tommy noticed her dad almost immediately and let a wife smile spread across her face as she cooed at him. Joseph sat down and kissed your cheek, getting out a small thank you before he took Tommy out of your hands and left little kisses all around her face. she giggled loudly as Joseph's kissed tickled her skin making his face match the exact same smile she had on hers. "that breakfast smells so good" he said as he turned his attention back to you. you smiled softly at him and put your hands out so you could take Tommy allowing him to eat.

he gave her over to you and started eating. there was one thing about Joseph which you're never ever wanna change and that was his love for food. sometimes you thought that he loved food more than you and that was a running joke you both had since the start of your relationship. after he finished eating you passed Tommy back over to Joseph and took his plate to the kitchen. there was one thing you hated and that was dirty dishes. seeing them being left on the table after they were finished made you feel sick so you got to cleaning it straight away before going back into the dining room to see Tommys hand in Joseph's hair, not a care in the world.

"ouch baby. you can't pull daddy's hair" he said weaving his hand between his hair and her hand, exactly how you did it earlier. being three months old Tommy didn't realise right from wrong so teaching her hair pulling was wrong early was the best thing for her. "come on then let's open these presents" Joseph said looking just as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. you sat down next to him again and let your head rest on his shoulder, the tiredness from this morning taking a toll on you. Joseph turned Tommy around so she could sit facing the table so it would be easier for him to open his gifts. she was lent against his back, her feet kicking in excitement and Joseph opened the card first.

the card read 'Dear Joseph, i'm so thankful that we have been on this parenting journey together and i am glad that i chose to do this with you. you are the best father to our little girl and i wouldn't change it for the world. i love our little family which one day in the future we can grow and i love you so much. i know this isn't much but i know how much you love the small things and these gifts would be special to you. Happy first Father's day! love Y/n and Tommy'

after he finished reading the card he saw the messy handwriting in black ink. 'Tommy'. it was obvious that you had helped her because she couldn't write but something about this made Joseph's heart flutter. he hated how quickly time was moving. how was his sweet baby already three months old when it felt like just yesterday you told him that you'd gone into labour and that you needed to go into hospital. it felt crazy that he had a baby and he was actually a dad. he had been dreaming about this moment since forever and he was so lucky to share that experience with you.

he skimmed over the card again, eyes filling with tears as he saw the handprints and footprints and he felt grateful. grateful that you went through the hassle of trying to get a newborn to cooperate to even make this card. he sniffled, not wanting his emotions to get the best of him and put the card down on the table, kissing Tommys head in the process. he wiped his eyes quickly before turning to you seeing you already looking up at him, a soft smile on your lips as you watched he'd his reaction to the card. he lent in and kissed you passionately, his face a little red from his emotions.

his attention then turned to the small present which was neatly wrapped up in wrapping paper which was grey and printed in gold bees. Joseph took ahold of the box and put it in front of both him and Tommy, her hands immediately finding the box as her small fingers tried to pull it apart. Joseph watched as she tried her best to rip apart the paper and decided to help by tearing a bit of the paper, creating a tear for her to grab ahold of. both Tommy and Joseph started ripping at the paper allowing it to reveal the most special gift of all.

once it was revealed Joseph gasped, in awe of the gift. to others it may be to simple for a first father's day but Joseph loved it. the picture of him and his newborn baby sleeping in the most beautiful frame. he had never loved a gift more than this and his smile grew once he saw the letters around it. "y/n this is so beautiful. thank you love" he said, kissing you again before leaving little kisses on Tommys head. watching Joseph and Tommy together always made your heart swell. having your own family was one thing you'd always wished for, even when you were a little girl, and now that you have a family your life had changed. having Tommy just made your life complete.

the whole morning was filled with cuddles, kisses and loud giggles from Tommy. since she turned three months she had been smiling and giggling so much more and seeing her smile always made Joseph smile to himself, he created this beautiful human and he loves you and her so much. “can we rest today sweetheart? i just want to lounge around with you both all day” Joseph said, tickling the back of Tommys neck softly making her cringe but smile widely. luckily you didn’t plan anything and wanted to wait to see what Joseph wanted to do so him saying this made you smile. it meant you could have a lazy day with your family, away from the fans, the paparazzi, the stress of the world. although you hadn’t done much, Joseph didn’t care. he got to spend quality time with his girls and he loved nothing more than the two of you and this first father’s day couldn’t of been more special.

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