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miemiew1st · 2 years

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<We're friends, right?>

Josuke Higashikata x reader

cw: nsfw, nipple play(m. receiving), unprotected sex, dry humping, cockwarming, josuke being awkward but also a sex beast

Being friends with the popular Josuke has really turned out to be a whole rollercoaster of emotions. Him being a troublemaker and getting in a lot of musty stuff would always end up with a new funny story to tell your friends about.

Not only was it fun to hang around with him, but also you've noticed how you'd start developing a habit of analyzing his facial features and staring at his handsome? ridiculous face whenever you'd got the chance to.

Moreover, most of the times when girls were drooling over him you would always brush it off or even find it annoying because you couldn't understand how the hell is that head of a walking nest attractive. Now, things have somehow changed. Whenever a girl would compliment him or try and get his attention, you'd feel a tight, uncomfortable feeling in your chest.

Was it.. Could it be jealousy? Nah, you must have been out of your mind to think of your old best friend Higashikata in a more than a friend way. Or so you'd make yourself to believe.

Talking of him, the lunch break should start soon, so you'll get some alone time with the so said friend, since Okuyasu is skipping classes today and Koichi felt off and went to the school nurse.

Usually, you'd be excited and looking forward to spending some of your own time with Josuke however for some reason you feel anxious and even nervous about the idea of being all alone with him.

Here comes the moment, the bell rings alerting the class that it's lunch time. You watch as everyone sits up and walks through the main door while chatting and laughing with their friend groups, when suddenly your boy best friend snaps you out of your trance by bumping you over your shoulder.

"What are you waiting for? It's the lunch break, let's go" You look up to where the deep voice is coming from, greeted with Josuke's plain expression and his pair of ocean blue eyes making contact with yours.

"Right" You send him a somehow fake smile, trying to hide your emotions and intrusive thoughts so that he wouldn't worry about you.

You stand up from your place, and both of you head to the "secret place" found by Okuyasu, which is actually the school's closet.

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Settling right next to his place on the floor, you open your bento and start to quietly enjoy your food. Glancing over to Josuke, you can't help but take note of the video game he's playing: his favorite Eyes of heaven. Surely, he's crazy over this kind of games.

You poke at his side teasingly "Can't take your eyes off that game even when it's just the two of us, huh?" At that he scoffs, mumbling something about how you're gonna make him lose.

"Well, Okuyasu didn't come to school today so what am I supposed to do, right?" Ouch. Did he just make a hint saying you're boring to talk to?

"So you're saying you find me boring?" The question came out more aggressive than you thought, which gave away the way you don't like the fact of him thinking you're no fun.

He stops his game, turning over to look at you "Huh?? I never said that. It's just that you have more things in common with Koichi, I don't really know how to start a conversation with you properly."

You pause for a little, processing everything he's saying. You're considering him your friend, best friend even. You always enjoy your time with him at the top of your free time and you find him very interesting. Did he ever say he enjoys spending time with you tho?

Now that you think of it, you don't remember that he ever called you his friend or started a conversation with you first. What if he didn't even think of you as a friend, and just a classmate?

The doubts running through your head were starting to bring anxiety to you, and without even thinking about it, the words slip past your lips "Josuke?"

The tone of your voice alerted him, gaining his attention as he curiously waited for you to continue what you're willing to say.

"We're friends, right?"

The room fell silent, some weird type of tension growing between the two of you, making you uncomfortable. You always felt so cozy around Josuke, feeling like this around him is unusual for you.

JoJo blinks dumbfonded, trying to figure out what was the point of the question. He's always thought of you as a close friend, were you having doubts about the two of yours relationship?

"Uh, I guess it's obvious we are, isn't it?" His words make you sigh out of relief, but also bring your senses back and make you realize how awkward and embarrassing your random thought sounded. "Why would you ask me that? Is everything alright?"

Oh well, now the tension is building up again. Sometimes you wish you could stuff your mouth so that you couldn't get one stupid word out of it.

Josuke shifts closer to you, his face close enough to yours to feel his hot breath on your skin. You look into his eyes that hold worry and nothing but pure care.

"You know you can always tell me if something bothers you. I care about you"

Yeah.. He cares about you. You knew you had to be grateful for such an amazing friend you've got, but right now something inside of you makes you wish he cared about you as more than a friend.

"What if I don't want you to care about me like that" What are you doing? You think you've lost your mind as you let all of your thoughts come out and bring honesty in the sentences you're whispering while gazing down.

Well now he is confused. Josuke can do nothing but raise his eye brow in confusion, straightening up and scratching the back of his head. "You don't want me to care bout you? I don't quiet get it, Y/n"

He looks truly dumbfounded, his blue eyes making a perfect expression of what confusion means. You start thinking, he's actually always been handsome, you just didn't want to admit it to yourself. In the back of your mind, you've been scared he wouldn't see you as a more than a friend thing, that's why you would deny your own feelings.

Taking risk for everything you and Higashikata had gone through together, you make up your mind to follow your heart at the moment. You were sure you'd regret it later no matter what the outcome would be, but you couldn't care less in the moment when you had the perfect opportunity to do what all of his fangirls couldn't, to take advantage of the way hes so close to you.

You shift on your fours, putting a hand on Josuke's chest and pushing him against the wall behind him. Your cheeks are flushed red, mouth hanging open and arousal taking over your senses as you feel the muscles of his chest flex and move under your finger tips.

"U-uhm.. Y/n?" He brings back focus to his face, seeing how he's absolutely shocked and poor boy doesn't know what is happening right now. He looks so lost and confused, you decide to speak up about your intentions.

"I want you to care about me as more than a friend, Josuke" You can feel him gasp inaudibly and you feel the way his heartbeat increases in speed. When you're sure in the fact he isn't in fact stopping you, you continue your assault on him.

Supporting yourself with a hand on his shoulder, you use your other hand to settle yourself on top of his thighs, sitting down in his lap and put the hand on his chest.

When you finally look up to catch in his reactions, you're actually surprised to notice the way his nose is a cute shade of pinkish now, along with the very top of his ears. His eyes are glazy and shine while he bores into your own eyes.

"You're so handsome, JoJo.."

You want to.. Gosh you want to touch him so bad, you want to continue being close to him, yet you don't know how to ask permission for that without feeling beyond embarrassed.

As if he could read your thoughts, Josuke places one of his large hands firmly on your waist, somehow pressing you down further on his lap, which resulted into you gasping for air when you made contact with his crotch.

"I... Please, touch me however you want to.." The husky words leaving his mouth send shivers down your spine and onto your already throbbing cunt. You bite your lip, bringing your face into the place where his neck meets his shoulders and whine desperately into his ear.

You lick onto the smooth skin, biting once there and there and leaving occasional love marks. You suck on one special spot on his muscular neck, which leads to him grunting silently and bucking his hips up to yours.

"I want you, Josuke" You keen, carding your fingers through his hair on the back of his neck and tug slightly while humping onto his now hard bulge. You feel the outline of his cock digging into the plush of your pussy, pressing nicely against your clothed clit.

Moaning slightly, you pull back to take a look at your friends expression. His facial features have always been so defined and masculine, it was hard for you to hold back from licking a stripe over his cheek. Instead, you focus your attention on his plump lips.

You grind once more onto his twitching hard on, brushing over his upper back with your hands. Meeting his gaze, you gave him a desperate look "Kiss me, please kiss me, wanna taste you.."

"Mmh, o-oh fuck" Josuke groans, suddenly gripping you tightly by your waist and bringing your chest to his with force. He pecks your lips gently, experimenting with your actual desires at first.

You protest with a pout, and he reacts by chuckling smugly at the way you're so desperate. You reach over to kiss him on your own now. Your lips move against his mouth harshly, and you slip your tongue on his lips, trying to get him even closer than you already are.

You can't help the smile creeping on your face when he opens up, letting you take the lead and going with the flow while helping you grind still against his cock. You return to his neck, leaving wet kisses up and down to his chest, and you fist around with the end of his shirt.

"Take it off for me? Please" He hurriedly does as you say, breathing heavily and his black hair is now as messy as ever from your hands playing with it earlier. Strands of his hair cover his flushed face, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Once his upper clothes are thrown mindlessly on the cold floor, you can do nothing but stare in awe at his anatomy. His huge muscle pecs and his perked up nipples are just begging for attention and you desperately grab onto the muscles around his nipples, gropling them.

"A-ah.. Please nng" Josuke begs, closing his eyes and rolling his head over in bliss. You feel his dick twitch hardly in his pants, letting you know just how much he enjoys this whole new spectre of emotions.

"You like it, don't you?" You tease, inching closer and sliding your tongue over his nipple. He moans loudly, clearly not expecting you to start sucking on his tits. It was something new for him, and yet he sure as hell enjoyed it a lot.

Josuke reached over and held on your hair, not knowing whether to bring your mouth closer or to pull you away. The feeling of your wet muscle playing with his sensitive skin while your fingers pinched and groped the other pec was too good for him to handle.

The bell has long since ringed announcing the end of the lunch break, yet both of you were too mind struck by the pleasure and arousal you were experiencing to give a single damn about it.

"Ohhh fuck yeah, m-more, don't stop" He sounds like a mindless whore, and God his voice was blissful. You were getting so wet that you could feel your own arousal seeping through the fabric of your pants.

You wanted to.. Fuck you wanted to feel him filling you up in all of them right places. Gently, you pulled back from his chest and massaged the bruises that were already starting to form there, all the while Josuke was pouting and complaining about you stopping your ministrations.

"Relax big boy, I'm not going anywhere." You sat up on your knees, taking off your lower clothing and rubbing your fingers onto your leaking cunt. "Mmm yess.." You moaned gently, watching the way Josuke was staring at the way your fingers worked over your core. Drool pooled out of the corner of his mouth, eyes shimmering with tears of need and craving for you.

"Come on, JoJo, please.. I need your cock inside of me, want you so bad.." You whined loudly, reaching down to fistle around with his belt. Once you disregarded him of it, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, pushing them down just enough for his cock to spring out.

Huge. It was fucking huge, the biggest and the thickest dick you have ever seen in your life. Heavy balls squishing against the waistband of his underwear and pretty glistening tip burning with desire.

You whimpered at the sight of it, bringing your hand up to your mouth and coating the palm of it with your spit, just to bring it back down and wrap your fist around his cock.

You gripped it tightly, spreading the saliva on his red tip and using it as lube. You give it firm and slow strokes, squeezing at his tip and fisting down at the base of it.

He was so thick that your hand couldnt even close right around it. Sliding his cock against your dripping wet pussy, you push the tip of his cock inside of you and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

The stretch was unreal, it was expected tho looking at the size he was gifted with. But the expressions he was making as your walls squeezed at his cock tightly were totally worth the feeling.

"Ahh, fuck please.. Y-you're so tight, God" Josuke thrusted his hips up, getting half way in all at once and you screamed. It hurt, yet for gods sake did it hurt so good. "Feels so good, wan' more" He pushed your hips down with his hands in one swift motion, bottoming out inside of you completely.

You gasped as you fell on his chest, hands grasping helplessly at his broad muscular shoulders while you could do nothing but whimper and sob at the immense stretch his cock had on your cunt.

"Ohhh shit, so fucking good. Just like that" Without even giving you a moment to adjust, he started pulling out of you, just to push back in with all the force he had. You moaned loudly, biting onto his neck hard and for surely leaving a mark there.

"Josuke, p-please.. Wait, ugh- it's too much" You pleaded, leaving crescent marks on his pale skin while gripping tightly at his bare back. Josuke chuckles, deep voice sending trembles down your spine.

"I've already waited long enough for this" You're stunned at the way his behavior immediately changed, his voice being rougher than usually as he grabs at your ass and starts pounding in and out of you, balls slapping against your skin.

"I've wanted this for so long.." He continues, grasping at your hair suddenly and pulling you back from his neck, making eye contact with you. ".. Fucked my fist to memories of you for so long" He licks his lips before kissing you roughly and biting at your lips.

His tongue licks over your own, desperate panting sharing between the two of you as he still fucks you dumbly. When he finally pulls away, his cheeks are rosy deep, sweat trickling down his neck and forehead and you moan out at his unfocused eyes.

You're lost in the pleasure as you realize, you're able to feel him, to see him like this, all vulnerable and so fucking deep into you. Not anyone else, not those annoying girls always trying to get his attention, its you who can touch and grasp at his perfect skin and features.

You whimper, letting your head fall down as you're only able to sit there and take whatever pleasure he gives you. Yet josuke won't have this, he squishes your cheeks together and lifts your face up, smirking all the while "Look at me, look at your best friend fucking you"

Josuke focuses on the way your face contorts into pleasure, and the way his slick cock is sliding in and out of you is so sinful he can't help but throw his head back and moan out shamelessly.

In the heat of the moment, you grab onto the hand that's keeping your head in place, bringing his attention back to you while his cock ruins your insides. You look straight into his eyes, smiling dumbly, trying to somehow tell him how good it feels even tho your mind is just a puddle of nothing.

Josuke's expression softens at that, and he brings down his hand to play at your clit "Come on pretty, cum on my dick." He flicks and presses down on it, repeating the same motions at an immense speed "Do it for me, right? Do it baby, f-fuck"

His cock is reaching deep inside of you, all the while his fingers are abusing your clit and the sounds that leave his mouth bring you all over the edge and you collapse down onto his shoulders, clenching so tightly on his fat cock and hugging him while you shake and wither around him

"Y-yeah.. Just like that, s-so fucking cute, " Josuke whines out, gritts his teeth and makes a few more lazy thrusts of his cock as it twitches inside of you, and he pulls out quickly, pressing your chests together and jerking off his hard, wet dick before spurting out thick ropes of white cum on your back.

He heaves out, moaning out one last time and pumping his softening cock some more times before relaxing against the wall. He rolls his head up, looking at the blank white ceiling and closing his eyes, smiling at the feeling of your soft breath tickling his skin.

"You're crazy, JoJo, absolutely shameless" You laugh, punching his chest slightly and looking up at him. He chuckles, that deep voice of his you love so much resonating through his chest. "Yeah sure, like you're not the one who just made me cum in a fucking school closet."

"Couldnt help it, I got tired of the bitches trying to hit on you." You confess, gently rubbing his chest and sighing softly. "I had to do it first before they had the chance to" Josuke lifts your face by your chin, giving you a quick peck on the lips and resting his forehead on yours.

"They never had a chance in the first place, Y/n" His words sounded so sincere, filled with nothing but innocence and trust. He blushes lightly "I've always liked you.. Since the first day we started being "friends""

You smiled, happiness filling your heart up as you cuddle up against him and get comfortable before Josuke pushes you away "Hey, don't forget we're still in the school closet, we should start cleaning up here until someone sees us"

"Crap" You look around at the clothes lying on the floor and the drops of cum there that leaked from your back already strating to dry out "You're right on that"

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jophiel-shakes · 2 years

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I’m not sure if you have a character limit, but could I get the glamrocks reaction to them developing romantic feelings (separately) towards a coworker? Thank you, your writing is amazing

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note :: everyone is conflicted cause they luv u

warning :: none

reader pronouns :: they/them

relationship :: pining

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Chica

She’s super excited!!

Feeling infatuation is exciting and new to her, and for her to feel for to you of all people? Amazing!

She’s actually very open about her attraction to you, sometimes too honest.

“Ohmigod, you look amazing today! My heart totally just skipped a beat!”

Her compliments can get a little embarrassing but she could care less.

Chica wants you to know how much she loves you with no shame.

Expect many gifts from her, mainly food. Maybe some plushies of her.

“Take this mini me, to remind me by!” Another addition to your pile of Chica related toys.

She is always asking you out, “Hey hey! Wanna get some pizza after your shift?” Or “I heard the theatre is playing some chick flick, let’s go see it!”

Chica can sometimes be a little overwhelming with her love but she only means well <3

Roxanne

She doesn’t come to terms with her feelings for a while, she tries to repress them. She’s too independent to have a crush!

When she does realise that she’s got feelings for you, she doesn’t want to accept it.

Suddenly she gets flushed around you, always asking herself “Are my standards that low?”

Surprisingly she’s very easily flustered, suddenly compliments from you break down her walls easily.

She’ll react like “W-What did you just say to me?!” Instead of “That’s all?”

She tries to keep up the persona of confidence but fails miserably.

You can totally tell she’s changed, but don’t understand why! The other glamrocks are basically screaming it at you, but you’re too dense.

Roxy will never confess, too embarrassing (and she’s deathly afraid of rejection).

Neither will you, because you have no idea about her feelings!

Pls help these pour souls.

Glamrock Freddy

Freddy is quite in touch with his emotions and knew right away that he had begun to develop feelings for you.

He just has no clue what to do with those feelings!!

He confides in his friends, who all tell him very different things.

Roxy said “Don’t bother yourself with love, get over it and focus on your image.”

Chica (the only sane one apparently) said “Be open! Wear your heart on your sleeve and show them you love them with lots of food!”

Monty simply said “Why the hell are you asking me?”

Conflicted, Freddy decides it’s inappropriate to confess his love due to your work relationship but shows you much love an attention through gifts and words of admiration.

The others don’t keep their mouths shut so you’ll find out sooner or later.

But the bear really dreads/looks forward to that day.

Love is confusing!

Montgomery Gator

Monty doesn’t hate these feeling…

Which is saying a lot considering that he’s him.

He’s always had a soft spot for you and now he understands why.

Granted, these feelings come with jealously and overprotectiveness.

He becomes a little clingy, but brushes it off as just spending time with you so you don’t fuck anything up.

His love language is actually quality time! Activities and lots of fun :)

He loves playing golf with you, he loves it even more when it becomes competitive.

He tried to give you a gift, flowers, once and it honestly wasn’t him but it was the thought that counts!

Because his love language is mainly quality time being around you helps him sort out his emotions and just bathe in the love.

If he embarrasses himself or makes a wrong move expect him to punch a wall- it’s not always sunshine and lollipops.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf sb #freddy x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #roxanne wolf x reader #roxanne wolf #Roxanne x reader #glamrock Chica #glamrock chica x reader #glamrocks x reader #Monty x reader #monty gator #montgomery gator x reader #montgomery gator #Montgomery x reader

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aphroditesbaby1616 · 2 months

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The Bear & His Honey - Chapter 9

♡ Chapter Inspo: Lyrics; Awkward (SZA) “You look at me different, so I let you see my body - now we don't seem to get along, now I regret it all.” ♡♡》》𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆ℕ𝕃𝕐 𝔽𝕀ℂ! ℕ𝕆 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕊 𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎𝔼𝔻《《♡♡ ♡ Summary: Carm closes his day off w/ Winnie. Winnie, Syd, & Sadie shoot the shit, and disconnect Winnies mushy heart from her hook-up antics. Carm feels rejected by Winnie not knowing the whole story, and lands himself back in a support group (by choice). Sugar wins Big Sissy of the year award. ♡ W/C: 9,444 (angel #’s purr!) ♡ Posted Date: 02/23/24 ♡ A/N: Hayoooo! I hope y’all love this chap. - Next one will be long and juicy since its the 10th… hm.. Not feelin’ very wordy for some reason. Oh!! I saw the new ep. Of The Good Doctor- I MISSED MY SHAUN MURPHY!!!! I <3 MY GOOD DOCTOR!!! Anyhoot- ennjoooy this chap frayndss :D ♡ Warnings for BTC: MAJOR talks of Suicide, grief talk, sad / insecure Carm, swearing, smoking, drinking(cant remember so just in case?), mentions of chronic pain, think that’s all.

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡

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Winnie’s P.O.V. -

I came back to the bedroom, teeth freshly brushed and glasses on. “Ready for some Drag education?” I joke, getting our fluffy blankets from the foot of the bed and draping them over us. “Mm drag education. Sounds fun” he opened his arm so I could lay on his chest. I laid down comfortably and he chuckled a bit.

“What?” I asked and he curled his arm around me, gently rubbing my side. “Nothin’ just didn’t realize you wear glasses” he said and I look up at him with a small smile on my lips “mmhmm just another one of my faults, eyes that don’t work” I joke and he snorts, “you have no faults” he said brushing my bangs out of my eyes gently.

“Okay enough flirting, mister” I poked his nose and leaned over him, grabbing the remote from my nightstand and turning on the tv. I went to Paramount and typed in the title, scrolling to drag race season 15 “okay…so this is last season, a lot of the queens are from Connecticut, but you’ll get the gist of it- and learn all the phrases that Sadie and I use” I said and hit play on the first episode.

“Oh! Yeah that’s why my stomach hurts” I sit up and he scrunches his eyebrows “What?” He asks “forgot I was hungry. Watch! I’ll go make the rest of the pizza” I went out to the kitchen before he could reply, and preheat the oven putting the rest of our pizza from last night on a tray and popping it in, not bothering to wait for it to beep before coming back. “Okay so, I like the cute one, the little one” he points and I giggle, “Marcia Marcia Marcia?” I ask and he scrunches his eyebrows.

“See they have weird names” he said his eyes flicking back to the tv as Rupaul came out and he raised his eyebrows ``wow” he muttered “thought he was a drag queen?” He questioned. “Not in the workroom babe, just watch” I settled back into his chest and played with his fingers, finding it adorable how he was so engrossed in it. I watched along with him for the mini photoshoot challenge and he scoffs softly “see…I hate her makeup it looks- it looks weird.” He muttered and I giggled.

“See! I told you you’d love this show” I look up at him and he rolls his eyes “you tell no one at work we watched this, I’ll never hear the end” he said and I laugh, looking back at the screen “mm well…I guess another reason to behave yourself” I said smugly and he pinches my bum playfully. After a while I started to smell the pizza and sat up “be back, lovey” I said softly, shuffling off to the kitchen. I divided up the remaining 4 slices on my plastic strawberry shortcake plates and opened my fridge.

“Carm, do you want cherry coke?” I called “Sure” he replied. I grabbed 2 cans, a few pieces of paper towel, and our plates, before heading back to the bedroom. “Irene somethin’ won the challenge-thing” he sits up, leaning against the headboard. “Got 2,500 bucks just for that. Good money” he took the plate and I handed him the can of soda and I smiled a bit.

“Mmhmm, they win like 200,000 at the end” I said and his eyebrows raised “wow, hmm. High stakes then” he continues watching along with me as we eat our pizza. We were snuggled up, at the end of the third episode and he sighs softly, rubbing my side to get my attention. “Honey” he mumbled gently and I looked up at him.

“I gotta…Y'know '' he said with a slight frown and lifted his hand to motion to the door. “Got work in the mornin’..” he said and I pout a bit, “I know…I know” I sighed and sat up, “it was nice, y’know- spending time with you..” I said and pulled on my bear paw slippers as he slipped his hoodie over his head.

“It was really nice, Win, I’ll call you, yeah?” He comes over opens his arms for a hug. I nuzzle into his chest, closing my eyes. “Mmhmm, I’ll leave my ringer on for you” I said softly, breathing in the scent of his cologne, subconsciously trying to memorize it. “Y’gonna try and come down for lunch sometime this week? Mm? I can make y’somethin’” he said and kissed the top of my head sweetly. I smiled a bit, resting my chin on his chest as I looked up at him.

“Now that I have two friends there, I’ll be sure to stop by more often” I said softly, and puckered my lips for a kiss. He leans down, kissing my lips tenderly, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “I look forward to seein’ you more, then.” He said and rubbed my back gently before pulling away. I walked him to the door, handing him his backpack after he slipped on his sneakers and once he put it on I pulled him by the straps, kissing him passionately, running my fingers through his curls, and gently tugging.

He hummed into my mouth, his hands trailing beneath my shirt and squeezing my bum in his palms before stroking my thighs with the tips of his fingers gently as he leans against the wall in our heated make out. After a minute or two he pulls away, our lips only mere inches apart. “Baby, I gotta go, yeah?” He said softly and kissed my nose. I jetted out a pout with my bottom lip and looked at him up through my lashes. “Yeah” I mumbled, and pulled him into one last hug before opening the door.

“Be free” I shooed with my hand playfully and he chuckled. “Until next Saturday yeah? I’ll be waiting to see what happens to our bunny friend” he pecks my lips on the way out the door and I smiled. “Mmhmm, don’t work too hard this week” I said and he rolled his eyes jokingly. “Mm- ye’ I’ll try” he said and I shook my head with a grin, shutting the door. I leaned against it with my full weight, and sighed deeply when I knew he was well out of earshot, sliding to the floor pathetically in a heap, covering my face in my hands.

I need to process this.

I hastily got up off of the floor, padding heavily into my bedroom, and picking up my phone off the charger. It smells like him in here - and I’m unsure how I felt about it. I grabbed my bong and a lighter, as well as my little lavender tin of pre-ground flower, and went to sit out on the balcony outside my bedroom, FaceTiming Sadie. She answers by the end of the second ring.

“Biiiitch - ok wait, you didn’t call last night so before you start- Say hey Syddd! We’re wine drunkkk” She giggled, already gone- and turned her phone on it’s side, leaning it up against god only knows what so I could see them both together and I bit my lip, trying to appear happy. Shit.

I just wanted to air out everything to Sadie but of course she and Syd are hanging out- when she isn’t with me she was with her. This was going to be harder to navigate then I thought.

I stuffed my bowl full of flower with my fingers, “hey!” I said trying to sound enthusiastic and I lit it, taking a deep inhale.

“Dude did you fuck him I need all the details like - S-O-U Winnie!!!” Sydney said and I nearly choked out a lung laughing, completely not expecting her to be so open about me being with him knowing how she’d ranted about her frustrations about him before. Sadie busts out laughing and I try to catch my breath, drool pooling in my mouth. I dashed inside, grabbing my water bottle and taking a few big chugs before returning.

“Sydney” I said once I caught my breath and looked at her, we all went silent for a few short moments, and before I knew it we were all giggling together again over nothing. “Stop! Stop stoppp we need details Winnie!” Sadie said when she caught her breath and I shook my head, unsure where to even start. “Well…Syd do you still want to fuck him?” I ask and she snorts loudly. “No absolutely not. Not anymore. I just stand that asshole at this point.” She rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her wine.

“How do you mean?” I asked, lighting my bowl again to take a proper hit. She shakes her head, playing with the end of one of her braids. “Dude, Where do I even start?” she sighed deeply, thinking for a moment. “Okay, well let’s start with the fact that he’s so fucking selfish. Winnie- the only thing, and you’ll learn this sooo fast- the only thing he cares about, is easing his own fucking- his inadequacy!!” She said, talking with her hands as she usually did when she got passionate, just like Sadie and I.

“Expand” I said after I exhaled, crossing my legs and Sadie took a big gulp of her wine, knowing she was about to listen to the following complaints for the third or fourth time over now. “Well, firstly, for starters- I’ll tell you the real reason he fucked around with that girl Claire. Because it’s what Mikey would’ve wanted him to do. Same reason he opened the new restaurant. Because he only cares about proving to himself that his brother would be proud of him. But- but he doesn’t even want to be happy! When that is really what Mikey would have wanted, I mean- right?” She asked and I swallowed thickly, nodding a bit.

“N-no. No you’re right and - yeah that’s his biggest issue so far” I said and she laughed, covering her mouth. “Sorry sorry it’s not funny it’s just…wow he hasn’t even behaved himself? Hid it? Like…” she took a deep breath to steady herself. “Winnie- I love you. You know tha, right, really. ” she said, I nodded quickly, my chest tightening. “He’s not a person to get involved with. Even for the dick. Even if it’s good which- I can’t say I haven’t thought about it - but you’re a sweet person Winnie. And as much as you want to think he deserves you - despite him being a little bitch. he does not deserve someone like you - period. Because he will forever push you away. We know how you are, and we know better than you know how he is. So, this will be my one and only warning about him - do not get involved.” She said and I bit my lip, nodding quickly.

Don’t get involved further, Syd wouldn’t lie just because she wanted him for herself. She really, truly loves me, she’s one of my best friends.

I stare off into the distance, that thought bouncing around in my thoughts and the entirety of the day suddenly feeling…wrong. “Ok so now that we got that out of the way- how was it. Like is it big? Also how…like good is he?” she asked and I sat back, sighing softly. “That was another…downfall…even though it’s not even really a downfall!” I shake my hands for emphasis. “It’s literally- he’s so good like…well- he’s not pussy eating champion 2024 but” I said, earning a giggle out of them.

“I was riding his face while we were 69 so it wasn’t like bound to be the best for me - but anyway he is huge! Like not long, but thick” I said, lighting my bowl and taking another hit. “Cut or uncut?” Sadie asked, causing me to snort, smoke coming out of my nose and I coughed a bit. “Guys - Italian Catholic? Cut” I said matter-of-factly and Syd laughed. “Okay but - please don’t tell me he has all that rage and doesn’t take it out in the bed?” She questioned and I shook my head.

“He's actually like…shy? Even in bed! But he’s so hot you’ve seen him shirtless, right Syd?” I asked and she nods “oh- yeah. Of course. So…what like virgin shy?” She asked and I bit my lip slightly as I thought. “Kinda but like- he’s done it - but it’s been once or twice and that’s it like he got all his bases covered, practiced everything a few times - and that’s it, but when he commits he commits and he listens oh my goddd!” I close my eyes thinking about it and Sadie laughed.

“At least he knows how to follow directions in bed if anywhere good” Sydney said while taking a sip of wine and I laughed. “Ohhh my god! Oh my god. He’s like- low key a sub but I’d neverrr tell him because he’d never let me touch him again, I know it.” I went inside, closing the balcony door and setting my bong on my dresser before sitting on my bed. “Well yeah but I mean- wow” Syd blinks in surprise, taking in what I’d said. “Wow.” She hummed in thought and I laughed.

“What?” I asked “well- I mean like I said multiple times he’s an asshole at work, so with how brute and bossy he is, I like assumed he’d be like ‘get on your knees slut’ kinda guy? That was my fantasy anyways“ she mocked Carmen and I burst out laughing, “oh my god I wish” I said gasping in laughter. This is exactly what I needed. I needed to rip the bandaid off, because I knew Carmen wasn’t going to keep his promise, how he acted before we took a nap solidified it. He hates being with someone more than once.

“I wish. I had to beg him practically to tell me that he liked what I was doing. Like, isn't praise the first thing in porn?” I roll my eyes, petting Persephone as she jumps up. “Wait- wait- you had to tell Carmen Berzatto how to do something” she laughed, her head falling back. “Dude- oh my god! You are my saving grace. I am so glad I never slept with him. I'd have been so disappointed!” she said and I snorted. “That’s what I was gonna tell Sadie when I called actually… I mean- like I said he follows directions sooo well, but I wanted him to throw me around a little and he didn’t” I shrugged, picking at my nails.

“So if he asks, will you see him again?” She asked and I nibbled the inside of my lip nervously. “We had like…. We cuddled and stuff I’m never-“ swallowed thickly, my heart beginning to ache- remembering how attached I’d really felt to the day we’d had together, underneath all the anger I was feeling that he was so emotionally guarded. “I’m not doing that again- ever with him. But he has a really nice dick- we fucked in the shower?” I laughed and Sadie and Syd burst out laughing again.

“And ohh my god. The most dominant thing he did was like spank me- I don’t know what came over him! I was like oop!” I giggled and Sadie snorted, Syd leaning over the table in laughter. “Sooo he made you finish?!” Sadie asks and I nod “oh yeah- I mean. Like I said. He listens really well he just needs to be told what to do.” I said. “So he fucks like a puppy?” Syd teased and I rolled my eyes, laughing a bit. “In a way. But it’s like- he can learn. That’s why I’m kinda like…” I sighed softly, looking away.

“I dunno..I dunno” I shook my head and sighed a bit. “The Carmen Berzatto effect, welcome.” Syd said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. “But he- he’s…so sweet” I sighed, playing with the ends of my hair. “And…like- I dunno. I’m slipping back into my old ways. I want to fix him” I rolled my eyes at the realization and rubbed my face.

“Wooooow!” Sadie drawls “holy shit! Well maybe you aren’t slipping because I’ve never heard you come to that realization before you run yourself to the bone for someone who can’t be fixed.” Sadie said and I sighed deeply, knowing deep down she was right. “What if he does the work?” I asked hopefully, “he won’t. He like- I dunno I don’t wanna say he hates himself, but he hates himself. Like any sense of good in life he crushes it for himself because he thinks he works better if he has nothing and he’s always chasing something.” Syd said and shrugged, her voice even and calm.

It was about an hour and a half of me divulging nearly every detail of the night to them other than the intimate details of Carmen telling me how many people he’d had sex with before we were all talked out.

I swallow thickly. “I’m just- I’m gonna shower guys. I love you Syd, thanks for not being mad at me. And…I’m- I’m sorry. I’m sorry for doing that.” I said honestly and she shakes her head.

“Honestly, he may be happy this week cause he got his dick wet for once- so he might not be such a terror at work. Just…sleep it off. It was once, Winnie, but I promise- If you let yourself get involved further, he is going to hurt you. We didn’t even get anywhere and when he cut me off cold emotionally after Claire? I felt like a fucking nutcase. It’s for your own good, just - forget him, okay?” She said and I nodded softly.

“Love you” I replied before hanging up

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Carmy’s P.O.V. -

After my night with Winnie, I slept peacefully- the first night. I had a nightmare, and I only threw up once opposed to the 2 or 3 times a night it usually occurred. But by around 8 am when everyone started showing up, all of the questions were making me anxious, and it was generally pissing me off that Richie, Tina, Fak, Sugar, it felt like everyone except for Syd was up my ass.

I stood at one of the stations, chopping up onions and garlic for a stew that Tina was working on, doing absolutely everything in my power to not think of her. This was why. This. The fact that her face was the first thing I thought of when I got up. The fact that every fleeting thought is somehow weaving back to her. I could not do that again. Just the simple fact that I was sleeping better after seeing her once gave me unending anxiety.

If I keep fuckin’ around with her, Shes gonna leave. Or she’s gonna be taken. Or she's gonna realize I'm not good enough. Or she’s gonna find someone better.

I dropped the knife on the cutting board with a slam. “Goin to smoke.” I mutter to Syd as I pass by and shut the back door a little harder than I meant to. I leaned against the cool brick, trying to catch my breath. I felt over my pockets, finding my cigarettes, but - my fucking light. “Fuck!” I mutter to myself, rubbing over my face roughly.

This is exactly how it fucking started with her. Me losing my damn lighter.

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut and shaking my hand, trying to ground myself.

You fucking pussy. Get it together. You hooked up once you are not attached. You aren’t fucking attached.

I tug at my hair, remembering the feeling of her beneath me, the softness of her sheets, that fucking mug. I leaned against the brick wall, taking a deep breath. I took out my phone, cursing myself for a small part of me hoping she’d texted me, since I was too pussy to say anything to her last night or this morning. I stared at my text messages, my eyes falling on my conversation with sugar.

She’d sent me some “anonymous group therapy” shit about anxiety and she told me she thought it could help me. I'd brushed it off until now, but talking this shit out like I did with Mikey to people who weren’t allowed to repeat it- it sounded like it would feel good. I clicked on the lick, licking my lips nervously as it opened and took me to the page.

Anxiety/PTSD ANON: Monday evenings at 6:00PM-9:00PM at St. Anthony’s Presbyterian Church.

I furrowed my eyebrows a bit, PTSD. I hated when people would tell me I have PTSD. It’s so stupid- I’d never been to fuckin’ war. Or been raped or whatever. Being yelled at for being an idiot doesn’t constitute PTSD. But, considering people with PTSD are probably going through real shit, I’m sure it would feel easier to spill my guts to them then someone perfect like Winnie.

I sit up off the wall, heading back inside and I look at Syd “yo- c’mere” I nod to the office and she follows, I shut the door. “Goin, on with you?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips. She raises her eyebrows, “nothing? Why…” she questions and I narrowed my eyes slightly. “You’ve avoided me today. So again what’s up.” I asked and she shook her head, rolling her eyes slightly.

“I don’t have time for this, Chef,” she said and sighed a bit. “You know what I’m talking about. You were on my ass Friday about me wanting to get out early and you were dying to know why- and you come in on Monday it just skips your mind?” I shrug, crossing my arms.

“Look” she snips, taking her hand off the doorknob. “I don’t know what you think is going on, Chef. But I’ll have you know- I’ve had zero interest in your personal life again, until you started sneaking around here with one of my closest friends- and my cousins, who’s more like my sister- her best friend. So let’s just say, after the conversation she and I had-“ she looks at me pointedly.

“An honest, open, friend to friend, girl to girl conversation, Carmen- you will have nothing to worry about me, and my interest in your “personal” life - anymore.” She said and left the office with a slam. I felt my heart sink to my stomach, fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Fuck.

I could hear a ringing in my ears and my vision blurred slightly. I get the familiar feeling in my chest and sit down, clutching my head in my hands and spiraling into one of my episodes.

My “personal” life. Ouch. I knew after what happened with Claire things had been…different between us- but I didn’t think she cared. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I tug on my hair, my eyes screwed shut and breathing labored as my thoughts continue racing.

Fuck. What did - did she tell her? Did she tell them about- oh my god I’m such a fucking moron. Of course she did. Of course. That’s- Winnie’s best friend- oh my god why did I trust her. Fuck. And - and she thinks I’m gonna fucking hurt her. She knows I would hurt her.

“Sour things give you something to focus on”

Her voice rings throughout my mind. I took a shaking breath, opening my office drawer and grabbed one of the sour warhead things I’d gotten on the walk home after that night with Winnie, and popped it in my mouth. I cringe at the sensation, but immediately am pulled back, for now.

I spit the candy in the garbage can after a few grueling moments to be sure I got the full effect, before pulling my phone out of my pocket. Before I knew it with shaking hands, I was calling Winnie. After just 3 short rings the phone clicks and I sit up a bit

Please leave a message after the tone for - Heyy it’s Winnie, I can’t talk right now, if you wanna leave me a message cool- but I’m better at texts. Ciao! *beep*

I took the phone away from my ear, quickly hanging up. At the sound of her voice I felt like I could breathe again. I bit my lip gently, considering texting her and telling her to call me back- but she would if she wanted. I shook my head, setting an alarm for 5 to remind myself to leave for that group thing, before locking my phone and heading back into the kitchen.

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Winnie’s P.O.V . -

I went to the back around 5, finally finished cleaning up after a story hour today. It was Sadie’s day off and Mel was out sick so I was running the store alone, I barely got a break to take a piss let alone have a quiet thought to myself from the moment I got here.

I sighed deeply, rubbing my bad hip that was driving me nuts today. The only thought that had been running through my head was how much I wanted to see Carmen. I was kind of grateful that the store had been so busy today because if it had been dead slow I’d probably have just locked up and gone to find if he was out for a smoke every few hours hoping I’d get lucky.

It took me a while to finish cleaning up after the littles, and vacuum the whole floor considering the aching pain in my hip that was reverberating through my thigh and knee all the way up to my ribs. By the time I was squatted by the vacuum, in the back of the store, rolling up the cord it finally gave out on me and I collapsed to the floor in a heap, my head landing in my purse under the desk. How convenient.

“Fuckin shit” I muttered to myself, knowing it would be at least 20 minutes before I would be able to use it again. I huffed, sitting up and banging my head under the desk in the process and groaning “ow” I whined, rubbing my head and leaning on my hip that wasn’t throbbing intensely. After a minute or so I dug through my purse, pulling my phone out. I scroll through the notifications from the day, Tik Toks from Sadie, news reports, a few texting ads when I see it towards the middle of the stack.

Carm🧸 1 missed call

I swallowed thickly - why was he calling me in the middle of the day? I checked our conversation to see the last text that was sent was still from when I’d told him my apartment number. I bit my lip gently, going over to Twitter to try and forget about him. I scroll through different posts, liking some of them, until my hip finally feels well enough again to try and stand.

I slowly shifted my weight on to my good side, gently lifting my hip and letting out a small cry at the shooting pain as I pulled my knee up to get my foot in a standing position. “God fucking damn it” I cried out in pain as I haul myself standing, my arms shaking in pain as I lower myself as gently as I could in to the desk chair. I took a heaving breath, wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes and swallowing thickly. I was absolutely not going to make it 2 blocks on this hip tonight.

It had to have been all the exertion of the shower with Carmen, mixed with not sitting down only for 30 minutes today while I read to the kids. I rubbed my forehead in frustration, opening up the Uber app and seeing since it was ‘peak pricing’ it was gonna cost me $40 to get from the store home, and I do not have that kind of money.

I groaned, sitting back and thinking to myself if trying to wait it out would just get me in a worse position of being stuck here all night because Sadie has no car or not eating dinner for the rest of the week, since my groceries were dwindling and I didn’t get paid until Friday. I huffed, “no, I can fucking make it” I muttered, I pull myself up, nearly screaming at the pain screaming at me to stop, and yank my jacket over my arms.

With shaking hands, I got my keys out of my purse, flicking lights off as I limped, every step feeling like my leg was about to fall out like a Barbie that had never been properly popped into place. I groan quietly in pain every few steps, barely being able to lock the door from how violently my hands were moving. I looked both ways across the street, knowing it wasn’t long before a car came along. I try to take as big of strides I could into the alley.

I honestly didn’t give a fuck if I ran in to Carmen right now, I was not walking an extra three blocks in my condition just to avoid him. I lean against the wall, feeling that familiar shaking in my bad hip like it was telling me it was counting down before it gave way and barely got to the steps outside of the bear's kitchen door before collapsing with a grunt, the pain vibrating through my spine at the fall.

“Fuck” I whine, stretching my leg out in front of me. The faucet behind my eyes gives and my eyes are suddenly blurring with tears and I’m muffling sobs into my hand. The pain, the day I’ve had, and the worst of it- I’m stuck in the one place I don’t want to be. What kind of stupid desperate bitch will I look like if Carmen comes out to see me crying on the fucking steps of his restaurant.

I swallowed hard, doing my best to pull myself to my feet but my hip had locked and it was no use. With shaking hands I take out my phone, and the door creaks open behind me. I quickly dry my tears as best I can “uh- I'm not here to see you I- I’m going home I’m sorry” I mutter.

“Winnie the Pooh?” A slightly familiar voice said and I looked up to see Sugar standing there, a confused look on her face and I started to laugh to which she started looking concerned. “Oh!” I sniffle. “It’s you. Don’t tell Carmen I’m h-here” I hiccuped a sob and she furrowed her eyebrows, “no he's- wait” he shuts the door and sits next to me.

“Why you cryin’?” She asked gently and I shook my head “oh my god it’s- I-“ I wiped my tears again. “My hip…I got in an accident when I was 19 and had to get my hip fused, and they did it wrong so it’s all fucked and it just..hurts” I said and sniffled. “Okay why- why don’t you want Carm to know that?” She asked “did he already fuck up?” She said with a teasing smile and nudged me playfully.

“No- no he. Carm is…” I look at my feet. “Carm is wonderful. But he- he doesn’t want…what I would want, you know?” I look at her, still a bit teary eyed. She nods a bit “Y’know…Carm…somethin’ ‘bout that kid, he doesn’t allow a lot a’ good things…and” she rubs her hands together in thought, looking down for a moment.

“I think you’re right, but it’s what he needs.” She said and looked back at me finally. “I won’t…get in the middle of this. But- just know, Carm could really use a girl like you around. He left early today…he told me he was feeling like it was too much and he needed to go think about shit. He’s never done that. That tells me you are getting to him to take care of himself. So if it’s a Carmen thing, pushing you away? Sometimes with that kid you have to force him to see what he’s missin” she got up and extended a hand to me.

“What’re you doing?” I asked “cmon. Takin you home. Can’t live too far if you’re walkin’, right?” She asked and I smiled a bit. “You seem like a really good sister” I said softly and she smiled big. “Y’know. I always wished I had a sister, I don’t think either of my brothers have ever told me that'' she said, tucking her large purse into the crook of her arm. I crinkle my brows ``ok..well Carm and I will be talking about appreciating you because you give great advice” I grab on to her hand.

She giggled a bit as she hoisted me up and I quickly balanced myself on the railing, my hip still barely functional. “Woah!” She said, wrapping her arms around my waist tightly. “The car is right there parked in front- think you can walk?” She asked, concerned. I nodded quickly “yeah- yeah. I might need to like…lean on you” I said, my cheeks going pink with embarrassment.

“Course! C’mere chicky” she wraps her arm around my waist and I smiled a bit to myself as she helped me limp to her car. “You hug like Carmen” I said softly as we approached the passenger side and she laughed, “don’t tell him that. He’s always said I’m too ‘touchy’ since we were kids” she pulled open the door and I slowly got in, the pain in my hip dulling significantly when I sat on the plush seats of her SUV.

She gently pushed the door closed, coming to the drivers side and hoisting herself into the large vehicle. “Trust me- I totally get it. I have 2 kids, my hips or my bladder haven’t been the same since” she said jokingly as she started the car.

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Carmy’s P.O.V -

I tried to take a deep breath, staring pointedly at the church in front of me. My dark gray knit sweater was suddenly feeling itchy all over my exposed skin, even though my usual white work shirt was still layered underneath. I pulled at the collar of the offending garment, roughly itching my collarbone at the sensation of a tickle just under my chain. Taking a final drag of my third cigarette just standing there, I throw it to the ground, crushing it with my sneaker.

You can turn around- you can just get back in your car, and go home. You don’t have to do this.

The devilish voice bounces around in my head. I’m unsure what got me to drive here, what got me out of my car after sitting there for 15 fuckin’ minutes, but suddenly I was planting my feet up each step into the grand wooden entrance of the church.

Turn around. Turn around. Turn. around.

My entire body screams for me to run as I step into the welcome hall. This confidence to change so suddenly has to be the effect of a mostly-full nights sleep- thanks to Winnie of course.

Stop fucking thinking about her.

I’m met with a folding easel, a plain piece of white printer paper with an arrow that points to the left, reading ‘PTSD/ANXIETY ANON’ in large bold letters. I swallowed hard, staring at it intently.

Leave. Leave. Leave!!!!

The voice in my head was so loud that in my rested state, it drove me to push against it. To deprive it. I headed down the hall, the only sound being my sneakers tapping the tile floor and the loud fluorescent lights buzzing above me. My eyes fixed on a bolded sign at the large honey-stained wooden door just at the end of the hall, taped to the wooden frame. “ANXIETY ANONYMOUS” typed in bold letters on the same 8x11 printer paper and taped to the easel out front.

I took a deep breath, blinking my eyes shut hard out of habit, thinking about what I was about to do- before swallowing back the anxiety and my hand felt the icy touch of the handle, pulling down and pushing it open. I met the faces of about 4 other tortured souls, staring blankly back at me. “Uh” I mutter, standing in the doorway feeling like a total idiot.

“I-is this th-the.” I bit my cheek fucking word stumbling moron. “The fuckin’ anxiety anon meeting?” I spit out, trying my best to swallow the nausea rising in my throat from the crippling fear of meeting new people. A woman with a short bleach blonde bob, sitting in the corner at a large desk looks up.

“Oh!! Joy. A newbie!” She chirps, standing up and walking over, standing a few feet away. “I’m Claire” she said happily, and the protein bar I scarfed down my throat earlier begged to make a grand

reappearance.

“C-cl-?” I tried to grate out, swallowing thickly and my cheeks feeling so hot I was sure I could light one of my cigarettes on them.

Run. Run, RUN - Carmen!!! Find the fuckin’ bathroom, slink out like it never happened. Bad idea. Bad idea. Horrible idea.. Moron. Idiot. Stupid. Useless.

“Claire!” She repeats happily. “Are you alright with handshakes, dear? What's your name honey?” She sticks her right hand out to me confidently. My gaze meets her hand, and I swear my vision went blurry. I stumble back a bit. “Ba- bathroom” I muttered quickly, the feeling of vomit creeping up in my throat.

She gently pushes me into the hallway, grabbing the small trash can with her right hand and shutting the door behind her tightly. I ripped the trash pale out of her hands quickly, hurling my protein bar and whatever bile and water my stomach held for the last 6 hours In to it, squatting pathetically in the hallway against the wall and she stepped a bit closer, charm bracelets jingling as she rubbed my back while I wretch so hard I swore for a second my organs would fly out of my mouth.

“Christ kid” she muttered, her nails gently grazing the small of my back as she rubbed soothing, small circles. “Know a Claire, mm?” She asked matter-of-factly when I finally stopped heaving, my brain fully empty other then fuckin Winnie reading to me last night. And the story of the stupid fucking bunny.

“Yes- b-b-sh-she“ I tried to get air into my lungs, but instead my chest forced me into a painful gasp. “N-no- used to…” I dry heaved over the garbage can so hard I dropped to my knees on the cold tile, and was sure I'd either pass out, or die of embarrassment at the pathetic sound and sight, feeling fully like a sniveling child. Unfortunately to no avail.. I gasped in a breath so violently, the sudden pressure in my lungs made me feel as if I was really about to pass out.

I leaned against the cold wall, catching my breath before continuing. “I- I- fuckin” I winced at the pain in my stomach, my face clenching up slightly at the pang reverberating through every muscle in my body due to the intensity of all the emotions I was feeling at once.

“Fuckin... I crushed on ‘er as a stupid, idiot kid..but fuckin hate ‘er now..“ I sniffle, mucus getting caught in my throat, causing me to choke and cough so hard over the trash can that my lungs burned.

“Breathe, kid” she said, patting my back. “In through your nose and out through your mouth” she said and demonstrated a calm even breath. I rested my face on my arm, doing as she said, and finally catching my breath. “S-sorry I haven’t eaten much t’day and smoked like half a pack” I said and she nudged me gently. I look over and she’s holding a tissue, “thanks” I said wiping my mouth and nose tossing it in the garbage and leaning against the wall again, sighing deeply.

“C'mon, you can just listen today if you don’t feel like talking. We have water bottles in there for ya’ “ she said, standing up fully and extending a hand to me. I nodded a bit, taking her hand to steady myself as I got up. She took the trashcan and tied the bag, leaving it in the hall before opening the door. “I’m..sorry” I mutter, shaking my head.

“No! No happens all the time. Don’t worry” she said and opened the door. “Well gang, it’s us plus one newbie!” She said and handed me water from the counter at the side of the room before going to her seat and I swallowed thickly, sitting down on the furthest chair from everyone else, setting the water bottle on the chair before wiping my clammy hands over my jeans and swallowing thickly. “Alright” she said, sitting down with a clipboard. “Are there any big things this week that we need to start with?” She asked, I kept my gaze fixed on my lap.

“Yes- uh…my nightmares came back..” a small voice said and I looked up to see a girl with mousy brown hair and a deep scar on her right cheek. Claire nodded “did you want to share about them?” She asked her and the girl swallowed thickly. “No- no. I just… it’s about dating again after what happened. I can’t- I can’t. I’m always looking over my shoulder, I feel like a freak. It’s hard enough dating girls- and I- I have a hard time texting. And so when I meet them in person, I always catch them staring at me. And… and like I can hear their thoughts. Like ‘who is she hiding from’ or ‘I bet she has a secret girlfriend.’ And I - I’m so paranoid.” she huffed.

“I’m sure all of us here have felt paranoid after a trauma, and especially, when experiencing something new, the feeling of…waiting for the other shoe to drop. Is very common. Especially if it relates back to childhood, those wounds linger for a long time. Has anyone else been feeling paranoid?” She asked the group. There was a silence for a moment, I took a deep breath, finding my tongue.

“Me” I said, rubbing my thighs to soothe my anxiety. There was that familiar tightness in my stomach and my heart was thrumming in my throat. “Oh! Did you want to share more about that…sorry, how should we address you?” She asked and I kept my eyes locked on her, trying to forget there were other people there but still not wanting to sit alone with a shrink in an office.

“Carmen'' I said and she nodded, “okay, Carmen- did you want to share what you’re feeling paranoid about?” She asked and I sniffled, rubbing my lips together nervously. “Ye’ uh, I met a-a girl. Last week. And I haven’t stopped…thinkin’ about her? Like. I dunno. I have sworn off women quite a while ago.” I rub my chin, eyes gazing to the floor nervously.

“Okay, so what are you paranoid about?” She asked and my eyes flicker back to her. “So uh- yeah. S-sorry. Sorry. So uh- I work in a-a restaurant. And I run it, with my cousin and my sister. My second in command though, she- she knows this girl. And uh…I don’t know what’s been goin on? With me? And I…I like her. That’s-that’s why I’m paranoid. Cause I don’t…I can’t do girls and she-“ I sigh deeply, clearing my throat.

“She told me that she wouldn’t pressure me?” My eyes met hers again and she nodded. “Okay, so you’ve felt pressured in relationships in your past, and are worried it will happen again?” She asked and I thought for a moment, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Yes? Well…no..no not from her. I-I’ve been very pressured to like someone before and it was hell for me. B-but…that’s the thing is I trust she won’t pressure me. And I- when I’m around her, I’m not fuckin- im not fuckin like this? Like I- I can think, and I can breathe and…so-so-so if it’s not” I shake my head. “I feel so different around her? That’s why I’m paranoid.” I said finally. Claire sits back in her chair a bit.

“Okay, so you’re paranoid she’s going to leave?” She questioned. I shook my head a bit, “no- no that’s the thing is that the shoe always drops for me, I already fucked this up by just being me. My- one of my chefs, Syd. She- she’s friends with this girl and…and I think she told her about all my…fucked upness. She-she warned her that im a fuckin’- a fuckin loser. I just- and I didn’t even want to allow myself to feel this way which is why I’m so scared cause I- I feel like- like.” I shake my head.

“I feel like she’s good for me though. I-i just know I’m bad. I’m- I’m fuckin selfish. I would be a horrible boyfriend. I’m fucking insane I- I think. I wake up every night fucking throwing up. I- I obsess over things, and I just keep pushing and pushing until I get it how- how I see it in my head. B-but with her it’s like…I want to see? Where things go? Y’know? L-like I. I want her to show me…it’s- it’s stupid never mind” I shook my head looking back at my lap, pushing my bangs off my forehead nervously.

“Well in here, no one is crazy. I think you’re paranoid of having no control over your emotions, Carmen. Which is perfectly normal. We can’t control anything in this world, other than how we react to our feelings about things. So, let’s delve deeper into your current self image- what comes to mind first when I ask why you’re selfish?” She asked and I shrugged a bit.

“I fuckin’ shut the beef down, knowing it’s not what Syd wanted, knowing it’s not really what anyone wanted except for me. Because…cause Mikey left it to me. And- and I was like…I am fuckin’ angry at Mikey. And it was like- like a fuck you. Watch me do it better then you ever fuckin could” I said and run another hand through my hair at the realization. “Cause I fuckin’ - I only care about provin’ to myself that - that maybe I’m not a fuckin idiot. That I’m not useless.”

“You aren’t an idiot, and you are not useless, and it sounds like you feel selfish- because you’ve found yourself in a pattern of catering to others desires. How do you feel about your own desires, Carmen?” She asked and I shook my head a bit.

“No- no that’s..that’s what I’m saying I’m selfish. I - I’m a fuckin control freak at work everything is done my way, everything is tweaked to my standards, I don’t care what other people have to say about the re-“

She cuts me off “no- not your desires at work, in your life. Outside of work. In your relationships, friendships, personal goals? What do you desire your life to look like when you retire?” She asked and I swallowed thickly, my mind going blank.

“That is a great topic for today, desires. It is extremely hard, especially after a traumatic event or even years of incurring trauma, and then allowing yourself to desire. We may feel selfish as Carmen does, after we incur tragedy in our lives- to feel joy again, or allow new people in our lives because we are afraid that if we desire while we are unhealed, then we were never really damaged to begin with.” She said and a guy sitting a few chairs away from her clears his throat.

“I uh- yeah I relate a lot to what Carmen said about feeling selfish..after my brother died I stopped doing…everything I loved.” I look over at him, sitting up in my chair slightly. Cause I felt like if…if I’m happy then I don’t miss him? Or..or like. Like if I think about our good times together and loose the anger I feel about him killing himself for a few seconds- I feel like…like I’ll never stop thinking about what the fuck our lives would have been like if he just talked to me.” He said and crossed his arms. I sit up a little further in my seat.

“Mikey - he was m-my brother. He killed himself too” I said and he looked over at me, “I’m sorry…older or younger?” He asked “shit- yeah sorry I should have led with that I’m sorry too. He was- he was older…” I replied and he nodded, swallowing thickly and looking away.

“You couldn’tve done anything. I fuckin failed him though. He was younger” he muttered and I furrowed my brow shaking my head. “Nah. Nah don’t fuckin’ say that shit about yourself dude. Both of our brothers did it to themselves. That's one thing that we’re not responsible for. I’m- I’m angry that he- I needed him. Just like you needed your brother” I said and he nodded a bit.

Claire cuts in “it is normal to feel angry at a loved one for committing suicide. It’s also completely normal to feel guilt for that anger. Jack, it sounds like the anger you’re harboring for yourself, for not ‘protecting’ your brother from himself- is covering up a guilt you feel for a perceived responsibility to the reasoning behind your brother's passing.”

“I’m fuckin angry.” I shrug. “I’m fuckin- pissed at Mikey.” I said and she looked at me. “A question for you to ask yourself, Carmen, are you angry at Mikey or are you angry about the choice he made, to end his life, and leave you behind to forever miss him. Because they are 2 separate things. One is your brother, and the other- is a stupid choice he made. A choice that altered the lives of the people closest to him forever. He made the choice to have his legacy be one that ended in pain, and suffering for those who love him most. That choice, or Mikey - your brother that you clearly love very, very dearly.” She asked.

I felt a lump forming in my throat, blinking back tears and I looked over to the clock.

“Let’s circle back, yeah we have about 5 minutes left. This week's homework for you all, I want you to do one thing, or speak to one person” she looks to me for a moment “that you desire, and it’s guilt free, because you aren’t giving yourself the permission, I’m giving you the permission, and next week- we’re gonna talk about how it made us feel alright?” She said,

“Alright. Hopefully I’ll see you all again next week. Same time and place per usual” she got up and went over to the desk grabbing her bag. I got up, grabbing the water bottle and quickly darting out of the room and back down the hall to the front door. I shoved it open taking a deep breath as I went down the steps 2 at a time back to the parking lot.

I am not fucking going back there ever again.

I shook my head to myself, but realized that I didn’t feel…like I was gonna have an episode. Er- panic attack like Winnie called it. But rather than everything I’d buried about Mikey felt like a hardened scab to a barely healed wound had been picked at and messed with for a while. It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling. This is why I stopped going to AI-anon. Talking about it hurts more than just focusing on other shit and forgetting about it when I can.

I dug my cigarettes out of my pocket, taking one out and lighting it, leaning against the car as I smoked. I don’t know why Sugar keeps telling me that it’ll get better if I just talk about it, every time I talk about it I’m fuckin realizing shit. And I don’t like realizing shit. About myself. About Mikey. I’d rather just…fucking work. Just work. But I also hate work.

I’m brought out of my thoughts to the same blonde that irritated the scab which felt permanently fused to my soul. “Spirits huh?” She said and I looked over at her. “Yup” I mutter, taking another drag.

“I get it. I get it… if you don’t want to talk to me outside there it’s fine. I just wanted to say, I’m proud of you for opening up, good job. You should be proud of yourself.” She took a pack of Marlboro reds out of her purse and a blue lighter.

“Thanks…” I said, watching as she took a drag. “No offense… but I kinda feel worse?” I said and she laughed, smoke spilling from her mouth in a cloud. “None taken my friend, none taken.” She said, waving her hand in front of her to clear the thick puff of smoke. “That’s good actually, really good. It hurts before it helps” she shrugged, taking another drag.

“So- wait the fuck did I do t’you?! You wanna hurt me before you help me?” I questioned, pulling on my own cigarette. “Nothing oh my god!” She laughs. “Nothing Carmen! Oh jeez” she giggled slightly. “You need to come back, shut out the voice shooing you away” she said with a teasing smile and I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, not interested in ripping open old wounds when I’m already not able to process the bullshit I’m facing now.” I look at the ground, taking a long drag.

“Mmm. Alright.” She shrugged casually, dragging her own and exhaling without a beat. “ what?” I asked her, dropping my cig and crushing it with my sneaker. “I…don’t care?” She laughs a bit. “If you want to stay in the mental prison you’ve created, so be it, Carmen. But- I’m here! Every week for the past 11 years” she retorts, tossing her cigarette into a puddle over the parking lot barrier.

“Nice meeting you, kid. Word of advice-“ she turns to me as she pulls her driver's side door open. “Do the fuckin’ homework, mm?” She sits in her seat, starting the car. “That girl you mentioned, whatever her name is- I may be a shrink - but I’m also a spouse - the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about her? That's your wife, if I never see you again? I hope you’ve gone and got her.” She pulled her door closed without another word, backed out of her parking spot.

I felt a vibration against my hip, pulling my phone out of my pocket in case it was one of the employees and checking who it was. My throat dries out as I listen to the marimba ringtone, staring at my screen, my mind going blank.

Winnie 🍯 Mobile

The slide to answer button practically laughed at me.

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theconstellationprincess · 5 months

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appears. whips out my uno reverse. pixlriffs to u too (and also maybe fwhip if you want yesyes) 7, 9, 10, 14, 16, 17, 19, 22, 30, 41, 47, 53, 54, 62, 88

(that's probably way too many feel free to skip any sjdfklsj <3)

So I wrote answers to all of these and they did not save :,) so take 2! Also! You did not specify a season, and I'm procrastinting, so have hc's for both characters, for both seasons of empires, on all questions

7☕ What Helps You Get Into Headspace ~

Copper King: Mostly involuntary regression, but I'll say for voluntary, a pacifer + oversized jacket, and being talked to in a soft, calming voice. Being told a story, maybe, or just being taught things that he's really interest in.

Count Fwhip: Varies day-to-day, could be a paci one day but not the next, and maybe one time that fuzzy blanket made him instantly baby space but this time he's just chilling and writing letters while cozied up with it.

Archaeologist. Pix: Teaching him things! He gets so excited. Also being in his froglight orchard makes him feel small and fuzzy inside.

Goblands Fwhip: So many things! Very excitable little guy, but like... pacis + teething rings are the way to go to ease him into regression.

9🦇 Do Your Likes Change When Regressed ~

Not really for either! Interests become more intense, but like... nothing new?

10⏳ Do You Have A Baby Voice In Headspace ~

Copper King/Arch Pix: Not really? The copper king is non-verbal when he's small, or very slightly verbal, and anything he says is slurred around a pacifier and almost indecipherable. Arch. Pix also doesn't really talk, he prefers to listen, but he will very quickly and excitedly babble about anything and everything if you ask, and mess up a lot of words doing it, so kinda.

Count Fwhip + Goblands Fwhip: Yes!! He's just a little guy, he dunno nothing about words, lots of dropped letters and made up words from this kiddo!

14⭐ Dragons, Unicorns Or Fairies ~

For copper king/arch pix dragons 100% love dragons want to know everything about dragons, fascinated by them

I think for count/goblands fwhip same thing with dragons, but count fwhip might have a more vested interest in faries because he believes they're real :)

16💫 Neon, Pastel, Neutral Or Dark Pallets ~

All of them are definetly more neutral/dark pallets, maybe some pastel every so often.

17🐮 Favorite Regression Clothes ~

Copper King/Arch Pix: Over sized blue jacket!! He has it in multiple sizes and wears the different size ones depending on how small he feels (pretty sure I stole this from you /lh) and also just normal pants/comfy pants

Count Fwhip: Dresses/Skirts + a shirt that doesn't feel gross on his skin if he chews the neck part. Flowy clothes are more fun to play in!

Goblands Fwhip: Comfy Cozy clothes, fuzzy and warm but difficult to ruin because he is rambunctious.

19🐭 Do You Collect Stickers ~

Copper King/Arch Pix: Yes!! They love to collect stickers from their friends, probably have sticker books so they don't get ruined.

Count Fwhip/Goblands Fwhip: Less the type to collect and more the type to have some a put them all over his empire and other people's empires

22🦄 Finger Paint Or Brushes ~

Copper King: Finger paint! His favourite activity to do with Joel when they are small together (reminds me of what I'm doing for our art trade!) is use the mezelean dyes/paints to finger paint! They have lots of fun together.

Count Fwhip: Probably also finger paint just because his fine motor control is limited to building + redstone only, holding brushes does not cooporate with him when he's on the smaller end of the scale, so finger painting is better for him.

Arch. Pix: He likes brushes just because it's more control over what he's doing, and he likes to paint things for his friends and want's it to be as amazing and totally awesome and cool as possible

30🐱 Sleep In Crib Or With CG ~

Copper King: Preferably neither, haha! He likes to pretend he doesn't need to regress, and sleeps just fine in his adult bed thank you very much! But when he's a baby, probably with someone? Just for comfort, since he's a very stressed out little guy who just needs some cuddles and someone to rub his back while he falls asleep.

Count Fwhip: Neither too, but like he was to sleep near Gem, in the same area if not the same bed when he's small. She's his twin!! He loves her to death and just wants to sleep knowing she is near by.

Arch. Pix: Probably a crib, actually. I think he's the kinda kiddo to roll out of bed a lot, to the point where he's pretty good at catching himself, but when he's little his reaction time is slower and he's gotten a couple of bruises, and a spranged wrist, from doing it incorrectly/too slowly, so I think while not like a proper crib, he'd have gaurd rails on his bed (and they'd make him feel oh so small, like a little kid. He likes to drag his fingers across the bars and listen to the quiet noise of the wood, it's soothing.)

Goblands Fwhip: Crib! He's a little guy, and he likes to be small to fall asleep because it makes cuddling his stuffies feel much softer and nicer, but a normal bed is just uncomfy, he wants to feel protected, and a crib does that for him!

41🚀 Favorite Game ~

Copper King: Hide and seek! Or more specifically, hide and entertain himself for a while because other people are stressing him out. And it's a no talking game which is a bonus!

Count Fwhip: I think he likes to play games with Gem + Sausage, maybe tag or like doing tricks, that kind of stuff. Something active.

Arch. Pix: I think he'd still really enjoy hide and seek, but also scavenger hunts!! Or just finding things and showing them to people, he loves to just pick stuff up and stick it in his pockets because Joel/Fwhip/Scott/whoever would probably find it interesting and he'll see them at somepoint right?

Goblands Fwhip: He just likes to play anything, silly little chaotic gremlin boy, he likes to do pranks and that kind of stuff, probably hiding and spooking people as they walk by (but not too badly! also gives himself away because he's little and giggling the whole time and anyone can hear it from a mile away)

47🐛 Do You Believe In Fairies ~

Copper King -> Not really? Like there's a lot of magic so hypothetically yes, but when he's small he just... it's not on his mind? He has The Vigil/Death thing going on, so fairies are much of a strech, but he doesnt like... actively believe in them.

Count Fwhip: 100%, absolutely without a doubt, have you seen some of the empires with all their crazy plants? Only fairies could do that.

Arch. Pix -> When big sort of? He definitely believes/likes to believe in all kinds of stuff like that, both big and small. When he is little he'll build fairy houses in the froglight orchard. There's a fairy ring not to far from the catacombs, he always makes sure to avoid it.

Goblands Fwhip: Yes, once again. He lives near the deep dark, if skulk exists why shouldn't fairies??

53🍃 What Pulls You Out Of Headspace ~

Copper King -> He can psyche himself out of headspace if he gets too anxious about people needing things, or if someone is mean to him about something/teases him he can pull himself out because he no longer feels safe, even if the intial regression is involuntary, if he's too overwhelmed he can pull himself out. Also probably being around littles who are younger than him, since his brain wants to be a caregiver instead.

Count Fwhip: Probably not a lot, if he manages to properly regress, but when he's bouncing around probably loud noises/not feeling safe would pull him out of it sometimes (though sometimes it pushes him further in), and maybe being like... babied to much right out of the gate when he's feeling over would make him feel weird and like he'd pull himself out (although it could make him a baby, could go either way)

Arch. Pix -> Feeling awkward/out of place around certain people when he's regressed would pull him out of headspace.

Goblands Pix: Being mean to him :( he's just a baby, but if he gets in trouble/is made fun of for something he'll force himself out of headspace

54🍏 Are You Scared Of Bugs ~

I don't think any of them are! Copper King no, he has a great appreciation for what they do, and while he may not like them all, he's not scared of them. Count Fwhip maybe some?? But like not in general.

Archaeologist Pix loves them!! So does Gobland Fwhip! The sillies love bugs, they could stare at them for hours.

62🎃 Do You Sleep With A Stuffie ~

Copper King: Not so much? He has them, but doesn't really sleep with them. Maybe if he's super small and it's offered he'll take one, but not on the forefront of his mind.

Count Fwhip + Grimlands Fwhip: Yes!! He loves them, they are important to him when small, he likes to cuddle when the shadows get to big or it gets too cold, so they are the perfect substitute for an actualy person.

Arch. Pix: Yesss! He tucks them in, and they have tea parties in the frog orchard and fall asleep on picknet blankets!

88🌼 What’s A Nostalgic Place For You ~

Copper King + Count Fwhip: Pixandra + Grimlands -> I like the idea of Grimlands + Pixandrai being quite intertwined as two old empires on the fritz with one another, and that Pix and Fwhip both spent a lot of time at eachother's empires as children + growing up and both places are nostalgic to them. For Pix also Mezelea, just because I like to think that Joel would have been quite close to him as a child, as Pix was a ruler long before Joel was, so he helped him get everything in order when Joel was crowned king of mezelea, so specifically the mezelean palace is nostalgic for him

Arch. Pix + Gobland Fwhip: The Catacombs for Pix 100%, I think that when he first got established in the lands, he found a lot of comfort in the weighted, but peaceful, presence of the catacombs (also ghosts!) and it just feels safe for him, and it's nostalgic to retrace some of the first steps he took as an archaeologist in this land of empires for him. As for Fwhip, he definitely has lots of nooks and crannys in Gobland that he would escape to as a child, and the ones he can still squeeze himself into have a very nostalgic feeling for him.

#afehaoue this took so long but im proud of it #star writes #age regression #agere #sfw agere #mcyt agere #empires agere #empires s1 #empires smp #pixlriffs #fwhip #empires fwhip #fandom agere #empires s2 #count fwhip #copper king #goblin fwhip #archaeologist pix

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klarex · 2 years

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hiii <3 hope ur day is going well! can i please request reader is apart of the bad guys before the gala and mr wolf gets jealous when a guy flirts w/ them ?

Hello! I'm really tired today, but here it is a long fic just for you :)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: jealous Wolf, swearing, flirting, flustred Wolf and reader, blood, maybe a little spicy moment ;)

Summary: Wolf don't really like when someone flirts with you.

Paring: Mr. Wolf x reader

Bar

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Pov. Y/n

Me and the gang finally have some free time for ourselves and Wolf invited me for a drink. He told me to be ready in 2h and we will be heading to this new bar in town.

I ran to my room and opened my wardrobe.

Frick. I need to wear something, but I don't have anything!

I throw things around searching and then an idea popped inside my head.

Webs.

I quickly got up and ran to her room. I knocked on her door. Then I heard a loud "come in". I opened the door only to see her playing on her computer.

- Webs. I need your help.

- Hm? What's up?

- Me and Wolf are going to the bar and I need your advice.

I said panicking. She paused the game and looked at me.

- Okey then! Go to your room and I will meet you there.

She said and I walked back to my room. I started to brush my hair to calm myself. The door burst open.

- Okey. So first you don't want to look like a slut and I prefer you to wear something casual, but also formal.

She said and looked through my closet.

When we were done with clothes, she helped me with my makeup and my hair.

- Thank you Webs for helping me.

- Yeah.. yeah.. you will buy me a drink later. Now go to your lover and have fun.

She said and I blushed while walking to Wolf.

- Oh! Hey Y/n. I just wanted to go for you.

He said smiling and I smiled back.

- By the way, you look really beautiful today Y/n~

I blushed again. He was wearing his suit. White shirt with black trousers and marine.

- T- Thanks.. Y- you look handsome yourself..

His smile grew bigger as he thanked me. He leaded me to his car and we jumped into it.

When we drove off from our base and we were going into the direction of new bar I felt a hand on my thigh. I blushed and looked at Wolf who was looking on the road smiling then he looked at me for a second.

- Is this okey, darling~?

He asked and I nodded. He looked back on the road.

When we parked he opened door for me and we went inside.

Bar was not small, but not big tho. There were some tables with chairs and in the middle of the room there was a dance floor. On the right side of the room there was a bar with tall chairs. There were a lot of people and music was playing really loud.

- Have fun, dear!

I nearly heard Wolf, because of the music that was playing in the background. I smiled and saw Wolf walking to the bar. I looked at some people in the front and saw my old friend.

- Y/n! It's you! Hey!

She waved at me and I came closer to her.

- Heey! Long time no see!

I said loudly and laughed with her. We shared a little chit chat, but I felt someone's eyes on my back for the whole time, I just ignored it.

- Oh! Y/n. I know someone who would like to meet you!

She said excited and dragged me through a dance floor to one of the tables.

- Y/n this is Mike. Mike this is my old friend Y/n.

She said and Mike took my hand and brought it closer to his lips.

- It's pleasure to meet you Y/n~

He placed a soft kiss on my hand. I took it back blushing softly.

- So Y/n, do you have a boyfriend, maybe?

F/n asked and I shook my head no. Mike smirked.

- You want to change that~?

Mike asked and got closer to me. I started to move away from him, but he put his hands around my waist, so I can't leave. I looked around for F/n, but she wasn't there anymore.

This stupid bitch!

She thinks I'm a slut or something?!

I thought and looked at Mike who was only centimeters away from me. I tried to get away from him again, but his arms were to strong.

- Fuck..

I mumbled.

- There is no exit Y/n~

When he said that I saw Wolf behind him angry as I never saw him. Seconds later Mike was laying on a ground with blood covering his face. I looked up at Wolf who had blood on his knuckles and a few drops of liquid on his white shirt.

- Don't YOU ever touch HER again, understand?!! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!!

I didn't saw anything. I was shocked.

- We should be going if we don't want to end up in prison.

He said and we ran into the car. He turned it on and we drove home. While driving surprisingly there were no cops behind us. I sighned deeply.

- Thank you Wolf.. for saving me..

I said and looked down. He just nodded really not wanting to talk about this.

When we stopped home Wolf got to the bathroom for a shower to clean himself from blood. I went to my room to change myself into something more comfy. Later I sat on a sofa and turn on the tv. They were talking about something that happened in other countries, but really I wasn't listening. I just thought about that moment over and over again.

Why did he tell him that?

Was he jealous?

Does he like me?

No. It's not possi-

I was cut by a waving hand in front of my face and calling my name.

- Earth to Y/n!

I shook my head and looked at a person next to me. It was Wolf. Of course it was him. He was wearing grey tracksuit bottoms and a white T-shirt.

- What? Did you said something?

- I asked what are you watching, but I see you weren't actually paying attention to the tv..

He said and looked into my eyes then chuckled. I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut by a woman on a tv.

- -we found a man covered in blood in our new bar. We are searching for a person who did it, but also we are thankful for that, cause it was a villan that police was searching for a long time now. Thank you-

- Huh.. look at that. I saved your life plus I did something good for town. Strange feeling..

He said and I chuckled.

- I got a question for you Wolf..

I mumbled, unsure if that's a good idea.

- Hm?

Okey, now or never.

I took a deep breath.

- Were you jealous?

I asked quietly and he froze.

- Heh.. Me jealous? Never. Hehe...

He said while nervous laughing. He was blushing.

Okey he is lying and he is nervous, but I can use this..

I felt all the confidence start to fill me. I leaned to him and he nervously moved back away from me. When we reached the end of a sofa I was pinning him down, his head between my hands. I leaned my face closer to his. I decided to ask the same question again.

- Were you jealous, Mr. Wolf~?

He was blushing madly and his tail was slightly wagging. He just gulped and slowly nodded his head.

- Do you love me, Wolf~?

His tail started wagging faster and I chuckled. I leaned in, closing my eyes only to feel his lips on mine. He relaxed and kissed me back with passion. He put his hands on my cheeks and his legs wrapped around my waist bringing me closer to him. I fell on his, chest breaking the kiss. I brought my hand to his little sweet spot behind his ears and gently scratched it. His ears fell down in pleasure.

- You like it?

- Y- y- yeah...

I smirked and stopped what I was doing. He looked at me and I kissed him again with same passion as he did earlier. He wrapped his arms around my waist. Then we heard someone clearing their throat. We immediately pulled away and looked into their direction. We saw the rest of the gang watching us. We were blushing madly.

- Can both of you save it for later?

Snake groaned.

- Yeah. We just got an idea for another robbery.

Shark said. I looked at Webs who was wiggling her eyebrows.

Ugh.. I hate them..

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brie-draws · 4 months

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hi! do you happen to have any tips/advice for creating pixel art? i'm a huge fan of your work and have always wanted to do pixel art myself but i've found it pretty difficult to understand x_x

Hihi!!! Giving advice is hard because I kind of live by the "fuck it, we ball" way of life but I'll try my best!!!

Not necessary in all cases but I think page sizing is important!! I used to draw on like 3000x3000 canvases now I think I only reach that with refs... I think in general it's easier on smaller canvases, and if you need to size up for posting sake, Photoshop can do it [or I think there's sites that can as well?]. If you're wanting to do certain things [icons/icos, rpgm assets, whatever], they do tend to fit into certain constraints so thats important!! Similarly, there's nothing wrong with drawing something on a 1000x1000 canvas and then scaling down the image to 100x100 and lining over it!!

I tend to sketch with non-pixel brushes first unless I'm lazy, just because I feel it makes it easier!!

A small thing that I'm trying to take heed of too is going back over artwork and deleting some pixels to make the lines less "clumpy" (ofc, it depends on style too! I like thin lines usually though, especially on things that are 48x48 to maximize space!!)

I draw (mainly) in Sai and MediBang (for mobile). Things like MediBang and CSP also have downloadable brushes, which for things like screentoning I find important!! [Usually, I'll draw in MediBang or Sai, edit further in CSP]. For Sai, I just use the standard Binary brush and an edited version as an eraser:

For MediBang, I just go into settings and check "Turn off anti-aliasing" and use the normal pen brush and eraser; Only word of advice though it it does create some not fully solid pixels, but you can either go over them or duplicate the image a whole bunch and then combine the layers.

As for further stuff I think it's also just important to look at things you like!! What started me into pixel art was playing a lot of rpgmaker games [Ib, Yume Nikki, Mad Father, The Witch's House, ectect] Now I also like things like the art of older systems and games, like TokiMeki Memorial 1994 has some beautiful artwork:

And the pixel sprites in all the BlazBlue games has been really inspirational in the last couple of years for me as well!!!

I hope this helps in some capacity 'w'999!!! For me, I think experimenting and playing around with stuff is the most important and having fun!!! [Which is why I'm so inconsistent bc it's just fun to try new things n see what sticks, what you like, can improve on, ectect!!!]

#i know some ppl say theres a right n wrong way to do pixel art but to me u get the same result #brie rambles #non art #anonymous #brie replies

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spocks-kaathyra · 10 months

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Cheesy little self-indulgent Pythas sickfic outline with no meaningful plot or character development, just him bantering w Elim. Wanted to give u guys a glimpse of the ooc fluff that's rotting my brain at all times

Pythas wakes up one morning with a cough and Nal is overconcerned as always and tries to convince him to go to the hospital but he brushes her off and says that he will if it gets more serious. She relents but keeps fussing over him. At the next Reunion Project meeting, everyone notices Pythas coughing even though he tries to hide it, and Kelas insists that Pythas come to the hospital for a checkup after the meeting, because smoke inhalation can cause long-term damage that makes burn victims more susceptible to complications from respiratory infections (idk if this is medically true but it seems logical to me). So Kelas examines him and it’s basically just a cold but just in case, he should take it easy until the cough clears and come back for a followup in a week. Kelas sends him home with some cough medicine and instructions to rest and drink lots of water. Elim hears from Kelas that it’s nothing serious, but he still visits Pythas the next day. Nal is out getting groceries or something, and when Elim knocks no one answers. He waits a minute, then breaks in using his super spy skills. Elim walks into Pythas’s bedroom and finds Pythas sitting up in bed. Pythas smiles, checks the time on his tablet, and remarks that it only took Elim 15 minutes—they’ll have to replace their lock to give him more of a challenge next time. Elim huffs incredulously. “It would’ve taken even less time if you had just let me in!” Pythas shrugs. “I didn’t feel like getting out of bed.” His tone is lighthearted, but Elim notices how his voice is rougher than usual. Elim sits on the edge of Pythas’s bed to show him what he’s brought. A few books—“Since you have nothing better to do, I thought you might finally read that book I’ve been recommending.” Pythas doesn’t really like to read, and says as much. Elim insists that Pythas would like this book if only he gave it a chance, and starts to extoll its virtues before Pythas stops him with a noncommittal promise to read it. Elim shakes his head with mock disappointment. “I’ll never understand how you passed First-Level Cardassian Literature.” Pythas smiles that mocking smile and asks what else Elim brought. It’s a tupperware of soup—something herbal-smelling and murky-looking. Elim explains that it’s a Hebitian folk remedy, something that his father—Tolan, not Tain—used to make for him whenever he was ill as a child. Pythas tries it. It’s better than it looks—I imagine it's something like that herbal Chinese chicken soup, but thicker. Elim asks what Pythas was watching on his tablet, and Pythas waves off the question. “May I join you?” Elim asks. Pythas pats the mattress on the other side of him—his blind side. Elim walks around the bed, sits down, and Pythas adjusts the light blanket to cover both of them. When Pythas turns on his tablet again, a TV show starts playing where it left off—a well-known soap opera. Pythas immediately pauses it, embarrassed, while Elim looks at him with the surprise and joy of someone who’s just discovered something new to make fun of their friend for. Elim teases him about it while Pythas closes the show and tries to find something else to watch. They settle on some old action movie—something they can enjoy but also laugh at. Pythas leans against Elim and Elim puts his arm around him. Pythas eats his soup. In a week, he’ll be all better.

#poor pythas has to spend a week being pampered and cuddled by his loving wife and bestie. whatever will he do :((#do u see how cheesy and ooc my little post canon universe is. I just want everyone to banter and cuddle all the time #this is the most polished a ''fic'' of mine will ever get tbh. I just like coming up with ideas I don't like actually writing prose #narcissus's echoes #pythasposting

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ectonurites · 11 months

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I love your Henry el art! do you have any digital painting tips? Do you physically brush stroke over and over the same spots like you would with traditional art? I can never wrap my head around digital painting but I want to get better at it! I just don’t know how to blend or get that nice painterly look where you see strokes and it’s not so flat :(

first of all thank you!!! and oh god okay. trying to explain this stuff is hard kjhgjkh

I do definitely like, work over the same areas in a way tht i think is vaguely reminiscent of traditional painting—wait wait ok here's like. a few different stages along the way tht i'd saved things at on a different piece (bc on the el & henry one i didn't save at too many points along the way):

[Also i usually do most of my painting-style stuff as a value study in black & white (or sometimes a fun different color & white. to spice things up) which i then color on top of with an assortment of blending layers, then do some little touch ups on after merging it all together. which is why this is in b&w but the final version i'd posted is not]

but so it's like. a lot of working and reworking the same areas and utilizing the fact that with a digital painting you CAN select certain pieces and move them around/resize them (within reason, if you do it too drastically with the resizing then the quality gets fucky. but normally even after i resize something i'll paint back over it at the new size to help compensate for that/refine it).

in terms of the strokes and how visible/not visible they are, i think that's something where just... you experiment with brushes & pen pressure to be able to achieve certain things? (I personally use the DAUB brush set, overall there's LOTS of fun stuff in here & i had bought it in the first place bc it's what comic artist Belén Ortega uses and i always love the texture of her linework. but if you don't want to buy brushes there's definitely LOTS of great free ones out there to play around with). The brush I specifically use for this kind of thing is like a 'watery acrylic' so it's got some texture to it and blends things a bit but still loads new paint onto each stroke.

I'm sorry if none of that is particularly helpful though, but like the main thing is just practicing and experimenting until you find things that work for you! it's something that like... can take a lot of time & effort to get the hang of!!

#i still feel like i don't know what i'm doing 95% of the time #if that is any comfort idk sdgfhg

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phantom-bleu · 1 year

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More sploon au thoughts

Latte and espresso r both ex octarians, they grew up together and climbed the ranks quickly together at young ages: espresso was a weapons tech and latte became an elite squad leader (of other cacaolings who also defect i think, carmy arrow crunchy chip etc)

Latte heard calamari inkantation and was the first one who wanted to defect, she asked espresso to join her who was absolutely against it initially but came around eventually cus he mostly didn’t want to be alone in octo valley without her (would not say this out loud) and started to doubt his loyalties as well seeing latte have this sudden clarity

They studied the inkling language incredibly hard and cuz they r really smart they both r almost fluent, just with some occasional trips in grammar or pronunciation (they teach other dark cacaolings later on to help them integrate into inkling society quicker :]) but this helps them also quickly climb the ranks of the inkling turf war scene too

Again espresso uses inkbrush and latte uses octobrush. Espresso hates the octobrush but cant deny that latte is really good with it considering he sees it as a stunted inkbrush. They dont actually play on the same team normally since 2 brushes usually ruins weapon comps but they r known friends and compare and share techniques often so they r seen as a dual threat. Very close friends besides their rivalry btwn the brushes (one sided on espressos part bc hes stubborn abt stupid things)

Madeleine is a little younger than them (i see essypoo and latte as 16-17 while madeleine is new to turf wars so like. 15) but has Always Dreamed of being a turf war legend. His aunties had him sent him to a sports private school to train him in competitive play (except its a private school so they literally dont teach you shit) so madeleine has all his fundamentals down and has team strategies memorised but no practical experience w actual talented opponents so He is not very good but really really thinks he is

His aunties also helped him form a competitive team by offering top players a fuckload of money if they join. Espresso took it because he was really strapped for cash As it turns out he cant budget his military grade weapon customisation hobby with turf war prize money. He asked latte really nicely to join as well but he DID ask every friend he had before her and they all laughed in his face

Luckily for madeleine espresso is his fcking hero and his celeb crush so this arrangement is great for him. He thinks they make a great team but espresso is very standoffish with him, Presumably because he doesnt know what a Great Player maddie is yet so he commits to spending all his time w espresso to prove himself (espresso does not like this)

Espresso and latte plan to move to splatsville bc the competitive scene is a lot newer there so getting high in the ranks will be easier for the mid team they are. Madeleine thinks this is great because he gets to SHARE an APARTMENT with espresso (and latte😠 but he can pretend she doesnt live there just fine)

Rye is a splatsville born and bred who i see as the oldest between them, like 19? Shes taking less shifts at grizzco bc w the influx of ppl moving into town theyre not so understaffed anymore so she wants to get into turf wars bc she never had the spare time before (nothing to do w her ex gf chili who is big in the comp scene who rye def doesnt want to one-up)

She joins the team cus she saw essypoo and latte asking ppl to join w no prior competitive experience needed (everyone from inkopolis recognised them and didnt want to join) so she thought itd be fun. Shes amazing w the dualies but doesnt have any sense of team coordination (freelance salmon run has that effect) so shes a wip for latte and espresso but they both have hope that she’ll get really good with some guidance

Rye and madeleine get along well :] she thinks hes endearing even if he’s overconfident and in way over his head at the same time. Hes also really funny for these reasons. She teases him a lot which he hatesssss but shes one of the few ppl who can stand him, whether shes taking him seriously or not doesnt really matter cus he has someone to hang out with after battles at least (and they actually bond over this and start to mesh better)

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fala-alfredo-pasta · 2 years

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I remember I discovered your art around a year ago, and you already improved SOOO MUCH!!! It’s very impressive! I love your art a lot!

If that’s not a problem, do you maybe have any advices on how to improve art? What were you doing? :0

I hope this is okay :)

Oh gosh thank you so much, I'm so glad people have noticed the improvement ;w;. Honestly, I look back at my old art and sometimes get a bit embarrassed because I know I can do better now but then again I'm only at this point because past me had the confidence to do that art and continue to learn so the least I can do it respect it for the building block that it is ^-^. Plus it's always fun to do re-draws of your old stuff anyway! Like a lil' nostalgia trip~

As far as advice goes...oh gosh I don't really know what to say 😖 My art was stagnate for some time since I went through a rough art block and had such little motivation to do digital arting for a while. It wasn't until I made this art blog and made a goal of wanting to be able to do one of those end of the year art summaries that I started to actually explore the things I could do with digital art and well just art in general. So, I suppose for me, the more regular digital arting really went a long way to improving things, but I do think the thing that improved my art the most was my interest in utilizing the different tools available to me digitally. Learning more and playing with overlays, gradient maps, custom brushes--taking digital art a bit more seriously.

But ngl what really got my butt into gear (and what really brought on a lot of these learning experiences) was my desire to get into zines. Danganronpa zines were just a whole other playing field and boy was I really out of my league at the start! I needed to beef up my portfolio and fast and well...yeah that's basically what I did lol. I drew larger pieces like that earring Nagito, Jason Junko, Christmas komaegi, and holy Rei to help my chances into getting into zines. I started adding more backgrounds to things because they look for that stuff but also to help me get into the habit of do something with the empty space (yknow when I have the energy). And then the zine pieces themselves just further pushed me into improving my stuff even more now that it was going to be among other amazing pieces--I really didn't' want mine to be so...sad looking compared to everyone's else's ;-;.

I guess in the end it was a mixture of wanting to make at least one thing a month (for the art summary), my need for self improvement to make it into zines and feel confident of my work while in the zines, and just my hyperfixation with Daganronpa that gave me an interest to continue drawing so much stuff anyway. After all, a lot of those ideas were things I wanted to do! Making them into larger pictures and giving them a nice background were just added perks so that I can sneakily include them in my zine portfolio application. I don't think I would have bothered to go that far if I wasn't actually enjoying it too ^-^!

Ah I feel like this didn't really answer your question but I suppose the tldr is: find something that gives ya motivation to draw, explore all sorts of techniques, art tools, art styles, background and perspectives--anything that catches your eye and you want to try out--do it! Use references! Get inspired by art you see and try to replicate the effects and techniques they used! Watch youtube speed draws and art program/effect tutorials! And just...have fun with it yknow? The last thing you want is to burn yourself out, so just have fun trying something new and seeing how it works. Don't be afraid of doing a whole 180 from your usual art. You never know what can work for ya if you don't try it out right :3

#anonymous #fala replies #oh god this is so long im so sorry for rambling so much #got lost in the sauce there for a bit #i hope this somewhat remotely helped anon ;-;#and also thank u again for such a nice ask~#it really does mean a lot <3 #a e i o queue

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minniebike · 2 years

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That's Life | w. afton

x gn reader!

cw: nsfw, older man/younger reader, gunplay

> “I’ve taken quite a liking to you, little bunny,” he says; he kneels down to your height, bent at the knees as a hand caresses your cheek and your jaw. You shudder under his cold touch. “I think I’d like to keep you.”

“Hey, you don’t mind closing up for me again, do you?” Henry startles you; you were so lost in thought you didn’t hear him approaching. You turn to face him, broomstick gripped tight in your hands. Once you register what he asked, you sighed inwardly. This was the second time this week he’s asked you to close up. You didn’t mind, really, but you were exhausted after a particularly long day. You nod up at him nonetheless, and give him a small smile.

“Yes, sir,” You try your best not to sound as tired as you looked, “of course.”

“Thanks.” He smiles at you and rummages in his pocket for his keys, unhooking the key that belonged to the front door, placing it in your open palm.

“And you be careful out there on your way home tonight. You never know what could be lurking in the shadows.” He closed your fingers around the key, giving you a firm but worried smile. With that said and a firm pat on your shoulder, he turns, leaving past the double glass doors and into the parking lot, with a quick “take care!”

Ominous, you thought, but he was right.

You stare after him, watching the headlights of his truck disappear from sight. You really don’t want to be alone in this place, already uneasy given the recent rise in criminal activity. It worries you, especially in such a small town such as Hurricane. It could be anyone, at any time. Henry’s little talk with you didn’t help to settle the anxiety. Your boss’ words replay in your head over and over again, and so you find yourself heading towards the door, locking it with a new sense of urgency. It hardly helped your paranoia, but you brushed it off. I am in a locked building, completely alone, you reminded yourself, feeling a little more secure. You turned back to the empty pizzeria, sighing.

Well, you think, since no one else is here, might as well make this fun .

You fish out a coin from the pocket of your uniform's apron - spare change from during your shift - and head towards the jukebox by the empty stage, popping the coin in and picking your song. The jukebox flows to life with beautiful, swirling neon lights, and Frank Sinatra’s That’s Life begins to play softly from the speakers.

That's life

(That's life)

That's what all the people say

You're riding high in April, shot down in May

But I know I'm gonna change that tune

When I'm back on top, back on top in June

You hum to the music, weariness rolling off your shoulders.

I said that's life

(That's life)

And as funny as it may seem

Some people get their kicks

Stomping on a dream

But I don't let it, let it get me down

Cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around

You dance with the broom, almost as if it were a beloved partner. stepping and swaying in fluid movements.

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet

A pawn and a king

I've been up and down and over and out

And I know one thing

Each time I find myself

Flat on my face

I pick myself up and get

Back in the race

A loud crash brings you out of it, dropping your dancing partner to the floor with an echoing clatter. Your gaze snapping towards the front door only a little ways away from you, heartbeat pounding in your ears. And then your eyes turn down towards the floor. The sight of broken glass scattered about the tile floor makes your heart sink in your chest. You’re frozen in place, paralyzed with fear.

That's life

(That's life)

I tell you, I can't deny it

I thought of quitting, baby

But my heart just ain't gonna buy it

And if I didn't think it was worth one single try

I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

A body steps through the now broken front door, a silhouette of a burly-looking man dressed in black from head to toe. He doesn’t seem to notice you at first, and despite your brain screaming at you to run, you stay as if glued to your spot. And then his eyes fall on you. Another man steps through the broken doorway; a tall but lankier man. You could barely make out his appearance, as it was shrouded by the low light emitting from the street lamps outside, although he appears to be dressed much more formally, with a black vest over a purple dress shirt and dress shoes. The broken glass cracks under his feet as he enters the building.

The burlier man says something, although you barely make it out over the sound of your heartbeat. The other man’s eyes snap to you, and fear strikes your chest like an arrow; his eyes were a piercing grey that invoked a sense of command.

“Oh?” He speaks with a tilt of his head. The sound of his voice - a deep british accent - makes a shiver roll down your spine. He takes a step closer to you. You can feel his eyes rake your trembling form up and down and you instinctively take a step back, and he takes one towards you. your hands started to shake. He reaches into his vests pocket, and you swallow thickly. “Seems we’ve stumbled across a lost little bunny .”

“Y-you need to leave!” You try to speak, fear drying up your mouth like cotton. “Or I’ll-”

“Or you’ll what ? Call the cops?”

Your back hits the wall behind you, and he stands toe-to-toe with you. Any remarry you were about to make evades your mind; he's so close to you now, and you can make out his facial features better: his hooked nose, his sharp jaw and his eyes, full of amusement towards your obvious fear. He’s a handsome man, and so tall, easily looming over you, like a predator. You quickly push those thoughts to the back of your mind, disgusted you would even think such things, given the situation.

“Why don’t you just do as I say, love,” the way he says that shouldn’t make your head so fuzzy and empty. Or maybe it was the fear. “And we won’t have any problems.” He withdraws his hand from his pocket, and suddenly the barrel of a gun is pointed straight at your forehead. “Alright?”

Your stomach drops. You doubt you’ll make it out of this alive. You can only assume he’s used that gun many times before, and you certainly wouldn’t be the last. He hums at you and his eyes rake over your features again. You nod your head and he smiles, and he pats your cheek with the barrel.

“Good little bunny.” He praises you in a condescending purr. Your face flushes, and he slides the barrel across your cheeks to your lips, thinking for a moment. “I could have some fun with you. What do you say?”

In response, you quickly nod your head, a little too fast for your morals.

“Awe, come, now. Use your words, love. Maybe a ‘yes, sir?”

Slowly, you part your trembling lips to speak. “Y-Yes, sir-” He forces the tip of the gun past your lips. The amused smile fades from his face as he stares at you, watching you choke on the barrel as he shoves it down your throat. Saliva pools in the corner of your mouth.

“Go on. Suck it.” His eyes are transfixed on yours. The intense contact makes everything about this so much worse.

Reluctantly, you begin sucking on the tip of the gun. The metal taps against your teeth as he slowly slides it in and out of your mouth. He keeps his eyes trained on your lips, the way your lips wrap around his gun.

“You’re being so obedient for me, little bunny,” he cooes, and finally he pulls the gun from your mouth, leaving you breathless and choking on air, not bothering to wipe your chin of smeared saliva “Now, on your knees.”

“Wh-what…?”

“I said,” he taps the barrel of the gun on your cheek for the second time, harsher than the last. “On your fucking knees. I won’t repeat myself again.”

You sink to your knees brainlessly, back sliding down the wall, his eyes follow you with a satisfied smirk as you land on your knees before him. Your face barely aligns with the now obvious bulge in his trousers. He holds his gun lazily in one hand, his slender fingers of his other knotting themselves in your hair and tugging you closer.

Tears bead at your eyes. Part of you wanted to get away, but the other part of you wanted this almost as badly as he did. He shoves his gun in his back pocket and makes quick work of his belt. The clinking sound of the metal clasp makes your eyes widen, and you look past him to the other man only a little way from the two of you.

“Look at me.” You do so with hesitance, only to find him looking back at you carnally, pure lust blowing his pupils wide. He makes quick work of his belt and unzips his slacks. They pool around his hips; he grabs his cock at the base. You can’t help it, licking your lips thoughtlessly, and he chuckles at you. He pulls you closer by his fist knotted in your hair, pushing the tip of his cock against your cheek, smearing his pre across it.

“Go on, love. Open that pretty mouth.”

You aren’t sure what it is about his command that just makes your brain feel fuzzy; makes you feel mindless. You don’t waste a second, parting your lips open and letting your tongue caress the vein on the underside of his cock. You feel your lips stretch to accommodate him.

He sighs blissfully, letting his thumb caress your cheek with faux adoration. “That’s it. Fuck, your mouth was made for me.” He yanks you back by your hair and thrusts inside your mouth. He moans at that, feeling your throat spasm around his cock as you choke and gag around him. Having this man, this big, seemingly powerful man falling apart because of you spurs you on, and so with every thrust of his hips into your mouth, you swallow him down.

He laughs at that. “What a little whore you are.” It goes straight between your legs, and you look up at him through teary eyes; a high-pitched moan escapes your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, and you’re going to swallow every drop. You hear me?”

You can’t respond, especially when he pulls out all the way and snaps his against your mouth, burying his cock in your mouth. Your hands fly up to his thighs, as if to ask him to slow down. He doesn’t mind you, fucking into your throat relentlessly.

He stills. He presses your nose against his pelvis and you feel it, the feeling of hot, sticky rope of cum filling your mouth. It’s not a totally unpleasant taste, but the saltiness is enough to make you gag one last time before he pulls out of your mouth.

He’s breathless as he stuffs himself back into his pants. Briefly, you wonder if now that he’s gotten what he wanted from you, if he would kill you. A feeling of dread washes over you, and you strain your neck to look up at him.

“I’ve taken quite a liking to you, little bunny,” he says; he kneels down to your height, bent at the knees as a hand caresses your cheek and your jaw. You shudder under his cold touch. “I think I’d like to keep you.”

#william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #dave miller #dave miller x reader #dave miller smut #fnaf #fnaf smut #gang au #gang boss william afton

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pellucid-constellations · 3 years

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Hi! Could I request something about reader helping Bucky cope with the loss of his arm?

Love your writing!! 💕

Grip

Summary: You knew Bucky didn't like his arm. You just didn't know how much until he accidentally hurt you with it.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Small injury, Sad!Bucky (This is a warning)

a/n: Thank you for the request, Anon!! This made me want to cry, but in a cool way.

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Bucky used to love technology. Back in the day, he would drag Steve across the city to the entertainment shop every time a new invention hit the market. Steve told you that when car radios came out in 1933, Bucky wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks. The duo would sit outside of the expensive restaurants just to hear the radios play from the cars of the people who could afford them.

When the first Stark Expo was announced in 1943, Bucky was ecstatic. All of the tech he could ever want was going to be laid out for him every year. He could bring his best pal, maybe a few dames, and see what the world had to offer. If he thought hard enough, Bucky could sometimes remember the feeling that shot through him when he walked through that first expo with Steve. Bucky didn’t get to go to the next one.

Things changed after the fall. A lot was blurry for him, but certain things stood out. The cryo-chamber he was forced into in between missions. The machine they used to wipe his mind and reprogram it to their liking. The highly mechanized guns they would press into his arms, some so complex that he barely understood how they worked. Most of all, he remembered his arm and all of the work Hydra did on it.

Bucky didn’t like technology much after that. Even after the people of Wakanda used their advancements to clear his mind, he still felt like it betrayed him. He couldn’t look at the sparkling tech in Wakanda or the fancy iPhones everyone carried around without feeling the bitter sting of resentment. It was technology that made him the way he was. That made this hunk of metal hanging from where his arm should be.

You made it easier. When you came into Bucky’s life, everything was dark. He was going to that veteran's support group Steve forced him to attend—which didn’t make much sense to him because he thought he had a lot more pressing issues than being a veteran. Steve had brushed off his grumbling and insisted that it would be good for Bucky to get to know other people with similar experiences. Bucky discovered on the first day that he would much rather get to know the girl at the front desk.

He stumbled through a few attempts at flirting before you agreed to go on a date with him. He had leaned up against the counter, flashing you his sweet, awkward smile before saying, “Bucky Barnes. I’m here for the support group.” You stifled a laugh and pulled the clipboard out from its place under his arm.

“Mr. Barnes, I’ve told you. You just have to sign in on the clipboard. You don’t have to tell me every week.” He smirked and grabbed the papers from your outstretched hand.

“Right, but if I do that, then what excuse will I have to talk to you? And please, doll, it’s Bucky.” His gloved hands signed the clipboard before passing it back to you. “I mean we could do a lot more talkin’ if you wanted to go to dinner with me. If you’d think that’d be fun?” His nervousness was evident in the flexing of his fingers.

“Sounds fun! What about tonight?” You offered. He let out a sigh of relief at your excited tone and quickly agreed. You continued to lead the conversation. “So should I meet you at the tower then? Way easier than my place all the way in Queens. Maybe around 8?” Bucky blanched at your words, his previous concern returning to his face.

“You, uh, you know who I am?” His left arm went instinctively behind his back.

“Of course I do, Bucky. You and the Avengers are on the news all the time. Plus, Steve came in before your first group meeting to sign you up, so that was kind of a dead giveaway,” He didn’t reciprocate your smile as you spoke. “Is there something wrong with me knowing who you are?”

“No, no, of course not. It's just that- well are you sure you wanna go out with me then? With everything I am. And you've gotta know why I wear these all the time,” He gestured to his gloves. “Wouldn’t really blame ya if you weren’t interested anymore,” His once flirty tone was now dismal.

“Bucky, I’ve known who you were since the first day you walked through that door. Trust me, I’m interested. Plus, half the guys in here have lost a limb, I see it every day. I don’t think that makes you anything less,” You took a chance and gripped his right hand still resting on the counter. “So what do you say? 8 o’clock at the tower?”

Bucky had never been given comfort for his arm. It always took a backseat to Hydra’s brainwashing or being stuck in cryosleep for decades, so people barely ever mentioned it. But as you sat there—in a massive looking desk chair with way too much padding—he somehow found a comfort he didn’t even know he was looking for. He gave your hand a soft squeeze.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Wouldn’t miss it.”

Throughout the many months of your relationship, you worked hard to show Bucky his worth. To an outsider, he probably looked very confident and sure of himself, but you knew there were parts of him that he had trouble coming to terms with.

There were the noticeable things, of course. He would make himself small when he met new people, still viewing himself as a terrifying soldier. He worked out too hard in the gym to make sure he would be dependable on any mission they sent him on. He would wake up from nightmares about the man he used to be and the lives he took. But those were things that anyone could see. You saw the things he kept private. You saw how much he disliked his arm.

He never said anything about it—he felt like he couldn’t complain when he was given such a great substitute—but it all came to a head when Tony decided it was time for an upgrade. He had been tinkering away in his lab for a few weeks, trying to make an attachment to Bucky’s arm that would monitor his grip strength. “It’s gonna be great, Barnes. You’ll be able to break any material in half one second, and then switch that strength off with just your mind,” Tony rambled, excitedly.

Bucky looked uncomfortable with the idea that day. You had pulled him aside and spoken in a low voice, assuring him that he didn’t have to add anything to his arm that he didn’t want to. That Tony just gets a little too excited sometimes. He gave your forehead a quick kiss and held you at arm's length, looking down at you appreciatively.

“S’no problem, doll. Not like adding something else is gonna make my arm any less gone than it already is,” He sounded so resigned it made your heart break.

“It’s still your arm, Buck. No matter if it's the one you were born with or not. If you aren't comfortable with it, you should let him know,” His mouth turned up in a small smile and he shook his head, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I’m okay with it, sweetheart. No need to worry about me.”

But you did worry about him. After the addition to his arm, Bucky started struggling with day to day tasks. He would grab a cup from the dishwasher and shatter it, still not used to the new mechanics. Sometimes he wouldn’t grip an item hard enough and it would go crashing to the floor as he walked down the hallway. It was easy to see how frustrated he was getting, but those instances didn’t even come close to the devastation on his face when he hurt you.

You had come over to make him dinner after a particularly grueling mission, working quickly around his kitchen to bring the meal together. He walked in from the bathroom and hummed warmly at the smells coming from the pans on the stove. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing deeply. “You makin’ all this for me, sweetheart?”

“Of course I am, Buck. You see any other super soldiers around here that could eat this much? I don’t think—ah!” You dropped the spatula you were using and abruptly pushed Bucky away with the lower half of your body. The sharp pain in your hip was a clear indicator that he had somehow lost control of his strength once again. You sucked air through your teeth as you lifted your shirt to inspect the area, bruises already forming on your side.

Every thought in Bucky’s mind seemed to vanish. He looked from his hand to your bruised hip multiple times before sputtering out, “Doll I—God, I’m so sorry. I’m still tryna get used to this thing. I didn’t mean for it to—” He took a deep breath, tears forming in his waterline. “Shit, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I knew this was a bad idea. I thought for once this arm might be good for something and it just messed everything up again.”

You dropped the hem of your shirt at his words, covering the small injury. Sure, it hurt a little, but you were pretty sure you’d had worse knocking your side into the kitchen counter. In all honesty, your chest was hurting from his words far more than your side was.

“Bucky, it doesn’t hurt that bad, and it was an accident! What do you mean your arm isn’t good for anything?” You asked, taking his face in between your hands. His watery eyes met yours as he went to place his hands on your wrists, but the glint of his metal arm stopped him dead in his tracks. He kept his hands fidgeting at his side.

“Ever since I got outta Hyrda, I’ve been tryna make a positive difference. Like undo my wrongs, you know? That’s why I agreed to let Tony put this stupid metal contraption on my arm. I thought it would make me useful. Like if I had to lose my arm, then maybe it could be a weapon for the Avengers instead.

“There’s no use tryna act like it's the real thing. I’m just a guy missing an arm who honestly shouldn’t have the luxury of getting a new one. So many other people deserve a prosthetic as good as the one I’ve got. Figured I owed it to the world to make sure I use what I was given for their benefit,” He pressed his forehead to yours, allowing himself some comfort. “But then I hurt you with it. The one person who doesn’t look at my arm like it's some foreign object. You always tell me that it’s part of who I am and look at what I did. I hurt you, doll.”

“Bucky, honey, look at me,” You coaxed his eyes open, your foreheads still leaning against each other. “You deserve good things. You deserve an arm that is totally, completely yours. You’re no longer a weapon like those people at Hyrda made you think you were. When I look at you, I see a man who loves and has people who love him. I love you. The team loves you. They wouldn’t want you to carry this burden—to think that a part of yourself didn’t belong to you.”

He lets out a shaky breath, a few tears sliding down his face. He shifts his head up to kiss your forehead, pulling your waist in with his right arm, the human one, before mumbling into your hair, “But I still hurt you, sweetheart. My decision to do this hurt you. I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you,” You gripped his shirt between your fingers, reaching for his left arm to wrap it around your back. He pushed against you at first but gave in when your fingers caressed the scarring on his shoulder.

“What hurts me more is that you felt this way all on your own. The way you feel about me, Bucky? That’s how I feel about you. I want you to feel happy and whole like how you make me feel. Your arm is part of what makes you whole. It belongs to you,” you articulated, hoping that your words would reach him. He shifted his hand to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked.

“I ask myself that question every day, Mr. Barnes.” He chuckled a little at the name before dropping down to his knees, lifting up the hem of your shirt. The pads of his metal fingers traced the bruises on your skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. He gently pressed his lips to the injury, eyes tracking up to yours as he did so. They were filled with apology and adoration and love. You reached down and brought his face to yours, stealing the soft kiss from his lips.

When he pulled back, he kept his eyes closed, relishing in the feel of your lips brushing his and your hands smoothing circles across his back. He could feel the smile forming on his face as you teased, “So how are we gonna tell Tony that we need this thing off your arm? He might throw a fit after how long he worked on it.”

Bucky didn’t like technology anymore. It brought back bad memories and was far too complicated for a man of his age to understand. But when he opened his eyes that day and saw you smiling up at him, he was pretty sure he would have to make an exception and buy a camera, if only to capture you in that moment.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fluff

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teenandbeyond · 2 years

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Piccolo x Artist.Reader II

This is part two since it was asked for, like, a while ago (Quotev) :) I've had to stop and continue it so many times, I kind of just changed the ending I had planned xD

Here is Part 1

Also! Check out some more of my content on my master list! -> Here.

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Art Class (DBZ or Dragon Ball Z)

Warnings: Fluff

You've managed to gain the accomplishment of conversing with Piccolo, but...does he think of you as a friend? Deciding to brush away your worries, you play teacher and show him something new.

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"VEGETA!" Bulma ran into the living room after the house shook.

"WHAT?!"

Her eyes widened as she let out a growl, "WHY IS THERE A HOLE IN MY CEILING?!"

You laughed nervously, trying to escape from the house.

Her sharp gaze snapped over to you, "[Name]. What do you know?"

You tried to grin confidently, but by her look, you knew you were failing. You looked around, pretending there wasn't a massive beam of sunlight in the middle of the floor, "Hm? Know what?"

"[Name] [Last Name]-!"

"Fine! Fine! I kicked Vegeta into the ceiling--"

His lip curled up, "--You did not! I would not be hit so easily! I am the Pr-"

You sighed, "Prince of all Saiyans...the whole world knows by now. But getting kicked by me doesn't mean that you aren't still a capable prince--"

"I-"

Bulma cut him off with laughter, pointing to the hole, "It's obvious Vegeta--I can't believe you kicked him away!"

Your face warmed in embarrassment as you glanced at the Vegeta-shaped hole.

His face turned a little pink, "I refuse to be a part of this!"

Bulma settled down as he stormed off, "So, why'd you-why'd you kick him?"

You pouted, "He snatched my artbook and made me chase him--he looked through it. Nobody looks through it."

"Except Piccolo," she smirked, "But it's probably full of him anyway--"

"Shut up! It's not like that--Anyway, that's why I kicked him."

Bulma noticed your bag next to the door, "You leaving off somewhere?"

"Yeah...Piccolo."

She snickered, "Well have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"There's not a lot of things you wouldn't do," you deadpanned.

She smiled before tossing her head back to look at the Vegeta hole with a sigh, "I'll have to call the roofing guys today..."

She tapped her chin, "Or you can use your art skills to help me out--[Name]'s gone."

Indeed you were, where you once were was now an empty space. Through the gaping hole, she saw you fly past.

"[Name]. What am I going to do with you?"

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"Woah--Woah! Woah!" your feet skid to a stop in the grass, "I came in faster than I thought!"

"Dork."

Your head snapped up, eyes meeting sharp ones.

Piccolo. He laid back in the grass.

"Hey! Sorry, I was hurrying away. Made a Vegeta-hole."

His eyebrow ridges furrowed, "W-?"

"Long story," you waved off, moving closer and plopping next to him.

"I can imagine," he closed his eyes, sighing out a breath.

You grabbed your sketchbook out of your bag, enjoying the comfortable silence.

You glanced over at his relaxed expression.

I know I've spent all this time with Piccolo...but...are we considered friends. Or is he just not saying anything because he feels obligated to spend time with me?

You aimlessly doodled something.

Am I bothering him? Should I--I need to do something...

"What's...bothering you?"

You turned to him, "Hm?"

"You were sighing...and you look like someone just told you you can't draw for a week."

You sucked in a breath, "Hey, want to paint? I've got watercolor."

"...I've...never painted before."

You grinned, "I can teach you."

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"Go slower, your hands are big."

"Mm."

The two of you sat across from each other, painting what you chose.

"It's not my fault these paintbrushes were made for humans," his eyes narrowed at the canvas.

"What are you making?"

"Well, I'm trying to make flowers, but I don't think I'm getting the hang of this."

"Hm, I can help you," you moved, scooting over to him, "Ah, I see you're having a problem with the consistency, that and how to make one. Here, I'll show you, what color?"

He looked at you for a moment, before passing over the brush.

"Um...purple."

You showed him exactly what to do after he explained what he wanted it to look like and painted an example flower.

"There. Simple enough," you grinned.

"For an artist, maybe."

"That sass, is unnecessary, Piccolo."

"What are you painting?"

"Those mountains over there," you jutted your thumb behind you.

His eyes bulged at the very detailed mountains, "You--you're gonna paint that?"

"Mhm."

"Huh. I've underestimated your skill, I suppose."

"Majorly," you chuckled.

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After a while, you completed and decided to share your works.

"Wow...You're great at painting, [Name]."

You grinned at the praise, "Thank you--"

"But seriously, what's up with you?"

"I-Huh?"

"You only paint big landscapes like that when you're sad, something's eating at you. What is it?"

You...you didn't realize he knew you that well.

"I..."

Should you tell him?

You looked into his eyes, they were firm yet...concerned...all at once.

"Are we friends?" you broke eye contact, the green of his skin switching to the green of blades.

"What?"

You knew it.

"I'm sorry...I guess...I thought that we were becoming friends--So I--But I wasn't--!"

Piccolo began to snicker.

"Well, you don't have to laugh at me!"

He held his hand in front of him as his snickers became laughter, "I-I'm not laughing b-ecause of that."

"Then...why?"

He settled, "It's just amusing that you were that worried...when I've already thought we were friends for a while."

Your eyes slowly glided over to his, "Really?"

"Yeah. Gohan told me we do things that...friends do. That's what we are, right?" His cheeks dusted purple as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Your own face got warm, "I--Yeah! Definitely..."

But...for some strange reason, neither of you felt satisfied by the title...

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If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

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