#but this is bad enough it's gonna be tough to get to sleep tonight

[paradoxesofgalaxies]

Welp. It seems I injured my ankle worse than I thought when I fell earlier (and by going about my routine instead of resting ><). It is quite visibly swollen and it's getting hard to bear weight with it. And even resting with it elevated the pain is pretty bad. Guess tomorrow I'll be wearing the walking cast

#even Bean who hates the 'foot cage' as they call it agreed that we need to wear it tomorrow #I'd notoced my ankle hurt more than usual today but I kept forgetting about the fall #and it's my bad ankle already so I'm used to that ankle being in pain and just kinda ignoring it otherwise i wouldn't be able to do much #bc it always hurts to some degree #but this is bad enough it's gonna be tough to get to sleep tonight #ughhhh #stupid weakass connective tissue #galactic gab #vent tw #bone fuckery

[whore-ibly-hot]

Yan!Cage-Fighter x Fem!Reader

'Paying bills ain't easy'

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Toxic behavior, traditionally masculine roles, power dynamics, violence, murder, jealousy, subpar spanish, cursing, mentions of sex, description of unsafe neighborhoods.

(AN: I know I said I was working on the part two for the fae fic, and a fashion designer piece, but the idea for this guy hit me like a train. Apologies for any Spanish mistakes, I'm coming along in my learning!)

The sound of raucous cheering rings out throughout the crowd of the 'Dog Pit' Den, Harlem's most prolific underground fighting spot. Fighters from all over the city come here to try and earn a living wage. Backbreaking, degrading work, boxing, kicking, and spitting in the no-rules ring. A crack, a cheer, and the sound of a collapsing body, before the announcer yells that Matias Lopez has taken yet another challenger down. A sweaty, tanned man hops back and forth on his feet, arms raised in the air as he celebrates his victory.

"Ladies and gentleman, Matias 'The Mayhem' has taken down yet another challenger! You know what that means! Make some noise!" The announcer yells, and the room shakes with boos and cheers, the stomping of feet making the ground tremble. "Matias Lopez has won the 500 dollar Rookie Fighters Championship prize!" Another round of yells, and Matias spits on the ground. He makes his way out of the cage, kissing the rosary his mother always makes him wear, even when he's cracking skulls in an illegal cage-fighting circuit. To be fair, she doesn't know. He sighs, tearing his fist-wrappings off and running a hand through his sweaty locks. He changes out of his outfit, switching into a casual gray hoodie, a pair of sweats, and some slides. After reapplying deodorant, he hears someone outside. One of the guys who runs the 'Dog Pit' has come to give him his check.

"Yo, Matias, my man!" He greets, slapping a hand on Matias's toned shoulder. "Me and some of the 'execs' as we've taken to calling ourselves are gonna hit the club', you in?" Mattias, clicks his tongue, and shakes his head. "Nah man, not tonight. I gotta get home n' see my girl. I was supposed to be home earlier." He glances down at the floor. "Shit, alright man, here's your check. I'll see you later." Mattias nods as the man heads out, stuffing the check into his duffle bag, before sliding out the alley exit.

Matias and you have been dating for a little over a year now. Both of you met in a pretty rough part of town, he was working a day-job at a gas station, and you were a cafe worker. He'd come in occasionally, claiming that the gas station coffee just wasn't up to his standards. He scared you, at first. Mattias has a very tough exterior, tattoos and muscles, but an even tougher interior. He was kind of stoic when you first met, and you couldn't quite get a read on him. He wasn't outwardly flirty or affectionate, which is why it took six weeks of him stopping by the coffee shop for him to pull you aside and ask what he was doing wrong, and why you weren't picking up on his advances. You had explained, and shortly after that you began dating. It was only a month or so into dating when you had learned of his cage-fighting career, but he assured you that he was tough, and no guy was gonna hurt him. You both needed the money on the side, so you reluctantly agree. That's what leads up to where you are now, passed out on your couch, waiting for him to come home.

He heads towards your shared apartment as quickly as he can, taking the subway about 8 blocks east, before running up the fire escape to the flat's balcony. He knows you deadbolted the door any time past 8:00, and doesn't blame you. It's kind of a dangerous neighborhood, and he feels bad enough leaving his girl home alone as much as he does.

"Pobre mami, espero que no me haya esperado." (Poor mami, hope she didn't wait up for me.) He pulls up the window, making sure to slip in quietly, in case you had already gone to sleep. As he places one foot on the floor, the wood barely creaks beneath him, when he hears a soft groan coming from the couch.

"Matty?" You mumble, sitting up from the plush couch and rubbing your eyes, trying to make out his large silhouette. He sighs, tossing his bag to the side as he stretches "Hey, hermosa, did I wake you up?" He asks, looking at you with his usual hooded gaze. "I guess, I don't think I was asleep that long..." You run a hand through your hair. "How'd it go?" He smiles softly, chuckling. "You know me, baby, I don't lose." He sits on the arm of the couch. "Gotchu' five hundred dollars, gonna' get you something real pretty with it." You sigh, and shake your head. "You've got me plenty of gifts, what we should be doing is saving up for somewhere else to live." You explain. He shrugs. "Yeah, you right, you right. That's my bad." He puts his hands up in surrender. "Well, if you aren't gonna let me get you somethin' pretty, you outta lemme' take ya to bed." Before you can react, he scoops you up in his arms, causing you to squeak.

"Don't scare me like that, God!" You smack his chest, but your hand only bounces off his firm pecs. e chuckles. "Gonna' have to hit harder than that, mami." He flicks off the living room light as he carries you to your shared bed. He lays you down, gently this time as opposed to the times he throws you on the bed, usually to pin you down and tickle you, saying things like '¿Qué pasa, bonita? Solo empújame, no es tan difícil...' (What's wrong, Pretty? Just push me off, it's not that hard...). Sometimes though, his manhandling isn't that innocent. As you snuggle down into the bed, Matias strips off his hoodie, and you blush at the way the light coming in through the blinds hits his chest. He lets out a soft groan, as the plush mattress and soft bed sheets soothe his sore body. Matias bites his lips as his eyes trace over your sleepy form, and he rolls over onto his side, tucking an arm around your waist.

"Mmm, no Matias... m' too tired tonight." You whisper, your face scrunching up. Matias was never a very soft guy. Playful and devilish, sure, but soft? No. His hands were calloused from years of bruising skin and bloodying faces, working and scrounging every penny he can get to get a better life for himself. Deep down, he couldn't imagine placing these damaged, dangerous hands on something as soft and sweet as you. He could snap you in half if he desired, and the thought terrifies him.

"What, no baby... I'm not tryna' smash at-" He looks over at the clock. "Shit, 1:00 am already? Jesus Christo..." He turns back to you. "Just wanna hold you, mami." He presses his long torso up against the curve of your back, pressing his face into your curls and inhaling your scent. "You feeling okay?" You ask. He knows he doesn't. He knows he should have been home for you sooner, and it didn't help that he had to make a stop on the way back home.

He feels a sense of dread in his stomach. You won't ever know about the stop he made, you were asleep. Besides, he comes home late all the time. What you will learn about is your bloodied new co-worker being found with his skull smashed in, just a few blocks from the cafe. Due to the graphic scene he left behind, it's sure to be on the morning news. Matias hadn't expected your new friend to be working the late shift, but he was still on an adrenaline high from the fight, and god... he couldn't stand the idea of that bitch getting to spend more time with you than him. He wants to be home for you more, he does, but he can't. Still, that doesn't mean he's going to let any other guy fill that void. Hell no.

"I'm fine, Hermosa. Just sore from the fight, wanna' hold my baby." He whispers, placing a chapped kiss on the shell of your ear, making you flinch. "That tickles..." You giggle. He smiles, and squeezes you gently. "C'mon, stop being silly. Necesitas descansar, especialmente después de quedarte despierto para mí." (You need to sleep, especially after staying up for me.) He scolds. You roll over to face him, and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. "Love you, Matty." You sleepily coo, before drifting off in his arms. He freezes, his breath labored for a minute as he looks down at you. Even now, after dating for so long, he can't process the softness of you juxtaposed with the beatings he both takes and gives every other weeknight. It's a transition he sometimes struggles to handle. He feels a smile creep onto his face, and he curls your small form into him, practically cradling you against his broad chest. God, he'll take on an extra five challengers next time, all for you.

"Gonna get you a penthouse baby, real nice neighborhood too. Somewhere safe, somewhere that makes me feel better about leavin' you all alone..." He whispers, knowing you can't really hear him. "Better not have anyone but me over, no fucker's from work, aight'? I'll kick the shit out of any of em' just for you..."

#yandere #yandere fanfiction #tw.dark content #tw.yandere #x reader #yandere content #yandere oc #reader insert #yandere boy #yancore #tw.violence #tw.fighting #yandere boxer #yandere cage fighter #oc x reader #oc Matias #tw.jealousy

[midastouch-zaza]

MR is Ahn Ryujin rival and she absolutely despises him and they became roommates for some reason and she mistreats him and bully him and one day he gets his revenge by fucking her to oblivion

Ahn Yujin. A name that is able to give you nightmares. Even if started as a simple innocent rivalry, things quickly went down. A couple of your success were enough to bring out the worst part of Yujin, who simply decided to make your life an hell on earth.

And because ruining your high school years was not enough for her, she decided to join your same college just to keep bullying; and you discovered that only when she appeared at your door with her luggage and an evil smirk on her face.

The first week was the worst of your life, she was already talking shits about you to everyone she met, and even when you were alone in the room, she would just call you names and do sick pranks...until one day she touched the wrong button.

The only thing that allowed you to always act as a decent human being was sleep, you really needed your hours of rest during night, but this evil spawn just decided to ruin that with a water balloon in the middle of the night.

She was too busy laughing to even notice that you got up with eyes full of hate; she noticed when she felt you pushing her on the floor. "I'm so sick and tired of you, you asshole", you yelled, roughly pulling her hair.

"And what are you gonna do about it, uh?", she teased you with a disgusted look. "I'm gonna make you my bitch", you exclaimed, pulling your pajama pants down and slamming your cock in her face. She was flabbergasted by your reaction.

"What...no...why does a loser like you have such a big cock?", she asked, biting her lips. "You were too busy bullying me to know that, but don't worry, you won't forget after tonight", you grinned at her intimidated face.

"You won't do anyth-", her useless protest was cut off by your cock penetrating her mouth. "Shut the fuck up for once!", you scolded her, starting to fuck her slutty face. Finally you were punishing the girl who ruined your life for so long.

She flipped you off, trying to still act tough, even in that situation, so you just became rougher, pushing your cock way back in her throat. The hand which used to flip you off, was now caressing your thigh.

"Is this all what you got?", she provoked you in a rare moment when she was able to breath. "No, you're right, I can do worst", you agreed with her for once, immediately starting to fuck her mouth. For being your hater and bully, Yujin seemed to enjoy that rough treatment a bit too much.

You could swear that she had heart eyes while being choked by your shaft. She didn't miss to gulp down all the seed you released inside her throat. "Fine, you have a great dick, but you still are a loser to me", she tried to keep composure, even with her face dirty of cum and saliva.

She tried to get on her feet, but you kept her down, or better, you even brought her to the ground. "I don't have finished with you yet, whore. You have years of bullying to deduct", you warned, taking off her pants.

"Tsk, whatever, I'm sure you can't even make me cum", she teased, not trying to stop you and acting bored. Her attitude changed soon enough, she just needed to feel your girthy cock slammed inside her pussy to show her naughty side.

"Fucking hell...I was just surprised...it doesn't feel good at all", her lies were debunked the moment you started thrusting inside her. "Stop lying, bitch, you love it", you told her, chuckling at the moans that she was trying so bad to hold.

But she couldn't escape the truth, you were fucking her so good in the mating press position. "It's... ahhh...not true", she lied once again, so you harshly slapped her ass and her body told the truth on her place, with her pussy clenching hard around your roaming cock.

"No...ahhh...you can't make me cum...ahhh... you're just a stupid loseeeeeh", her curse was stopped by your hands pulling powerfully her hair, collected in a loose ponytail. She sticked her tongue out, her eyes rolled back, you could clearly see that in the mirror near you two.

"So, what were you saying?", you asked, keeping your grip on her hair tightly while keeping to pounding her pussy. "I...I...I love this cock, you already made me cum twice, please keep using me", she begged in ecstasy, totally surrendering to the pleasure.

And you did. You kept using her pussy until the second orgasm arrived, filling her inside with your white and warm semen, making your ex-bully melt on the floor. But you were not done, so you rolled her on her back.

"I wanna see your face while you become addicted to my cock", you said against her lips. She even tries to kiss you, but you avoided that, keeping her head against the floor, placing your hand on her neck.

"Don't you even try, whore, you're just my sexual toy from today, nothing more", you said with anger, reprising to fuck her sensitive pussy. "I'm sorry, I'm just a dumb slut for your cock", she cried in pleasure, her legs placed around your waist.

You spat on her face and she opened her mouth to take it. "Thank you, I'm not worthy", she mumbled, totally drunk on pleasure. From there your cock kept to ravage her until her womb could not take more cum.

That night you went to sleep again and Yujin simply stayed on the floor, too exhausted to even get up. But from the next day she would have been always attached to you, acting like a needy puppy, even sleeping in your same bed. You still hated her, but you were not going to refuse a bitch to use always ready to be used.

#kpop smut #kpop thoughts #girl group smut #kpop x male reader #girl groups x male reader #ive smut #ive yujin #ive x male reader #yujin smut #yujin x male reader #izone x male reader #izone smut #izone yujin

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

early days of charlie wrangling a freshly found vaggie when both are being Stubborn

Charlie: “Okay, I SAID I wouldn’t pry and I stand by that, so as a completely neutral statement- totally casual- feel free to ignore- I’m just gonna point out…

Charlie: “…this, doesn’t really look like a normal eye-cutty-outty situation.”

Vaggie: “Really.”

Charlie: “It looks burned.”

Vaggie: “Wow.”

Charlie: “And the burn looks worse than it did last night.”

Vaggie: “Fascinating.”

Charlie: “That’s not normal.”

Vaggie: “There’s a normal for that?”

Charlie: “Yes actually there really is. Welcome to hell!”

Vaggie: “Ow.”

Charlie: “Oh gosh- sorry!!! Did I pull the bandage-”

Vaggie: “No, not ow hurt. I meant. Ow. Welcome to hell, that’s a. Sick burn.”

Charlie: “Ohhh! Heh. A burn.”

Vaggie: “Right. Because..”

Charlie: “Hell?”

Vaggie: “… after the cutting out thing, my eye socket got burned.”

Charlie: “Okay huh that's not good, very bad, but- it shouldn’t be getting WORSE. It, it won’t heal, if it really was heavenly steel that-”

Vaggie: “It was.”

Charlie: “But sinners are really tough otherwise! If something doesn’t kill you right off, then you should start pulling yourself together again! Literally, sometimes! This should be HEALING.”

Vaggie: “If it won’t kill me then who cares?”

Charlie: “It’s hurting you. Just your HAIR brushing against it is making you wince-”

Vaggie: “A wince won’t kill me either.”

Charlie: "I don’t like it! There has to be SOME a way of stopping it!”

Charlie: “… maybe, if I called my dad-”

Vaggie: “Don’t. I think it’ll stop on it’s own. It’s just- like a scab. That’s what it feels like.”

Charlie: “Itchy?”

Vaggie: “Sure.”

Charlie: “Or like it’s BURNING.”

Vaggie: “Like it’s doing something and will get better on it's own, without help.”

Charlie: “And meanwhile, you can’t even sleep.”

Vaggie: “I slept last night!”

Charlie: “….”

Vaggie: “I was, lying down.”

Charlie: “Vaggie- you’re VERY pretty, but you also look exhausted and half awake and there’s pillow marks on your cheek where you tried sleeping on your wrong side again plus a bruise from rolling off and smacking into something. And also, your hair-”

Charlie: “-OH! Your HAIR!!!”

Vaggie: “Pretty..?”

Charlie: “We can pin in back! So it won’t poke at you! That’ll help, won’t it??”

Vaggie: “Uh, y-yeah. I guess it-”

Charlie: “And and AND! I can stay with you tonight!"

Vaggie: "What."

Charlie: "On the floor next to you! I can set my alarm and check on you and make SURE you don’t roll over the wrong way or stay there long enough for your eye to start hurting so much it wakes you up! And if you roll over and fall off, I can catch you! OHH!!! IT'LL BE LIKE A SLEEPOVER!!!!”

Vaggie: “Hold on, you’re not sleeping on the floor in your own house because of me.”

Charlie: “Then we can use my bed! The couch isn’t big enough- no WAY I’m fitting on there-”

Vaggie: “I’m not- I’m not using your bed either!”

Charlie: “Well you can’t start sleeping on the floor again. You’re HURT.”

Vaggie: “Still not taking your bed.”

Charlie: “Then I’ll-”

Vaggie: “And YOU’RE not sleeping on the floor!”

Charlie: “Fine! Then how’m I supposed to sleep at ALL knowing you’re not sleeping!?”

Vaggie: “Have you tried counting sheep.”

Charlie: (GLOWERS)

- that night –

Vaggie: “You’re the pettiest demon I’ve ever met.”

Charlie: “You’re welcome.”

Vaggie: “When did I say thanks for that? I don’t remember saying thanks. I do remember trying to sleep on the couch only to have some glaring demon lady drag it half way across her house- with me still on it- and then scoot it up next to her bed without even saying anything about it.”

Charlie: “I said you’re welcome. Now I can check on you during the night. And you won’t roll off and hit your face on the floor, either.”

Vaggie: “Petty.”

Charlie: “Hmph.”

Vaggie: “……”

Vaggie: “You could’ve just told me about your bright idea.”

Charlie: “I just want to sleep.” (sigh) “I’m tired of being told my ideas are stupid...”

Vaggie: “…who in hell would call y- would tell the princess of hell her ideas were stupid?”

Charlie: “That’s kinda the whole thing about hell. Nobody here gives a damn.”

Vaggie: “Huh.”

Charlie: “It’s nice, sometimes. It’s just also mostly horrible, and nobody else thinks it can change.”

Vaggie: “Now THAT’S dumb. Everything can change.”

Charlie: “You think so?”

Vaggie: “I’m living, bandaged proof of it.”

Charlie: (rolling over to face vaggie and propping herself up) “You are? What changed for you?”

Vaggie: "Um."

Charlie: "If you don't mind me asking!"

Vaggie: “Well I, I used to…” (cringes) “…I did. Stuff.”

Charlie: “Stuff you don’t have to do anymore.”

Vaggie: “Yeah. And. Now I’m starting to think- maybe ending up in hell wasn’t such a bad thing after all.”

Charlie: “Really?”

Vaggie: “Yeah.”

Charlie: “You like it better here..?”

Vaggie: “…….I like who I am here, better.”

Charlie: “Good.” (snuggles back down) “THAT’S what I wish hell could be like for everyone.”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “If you’ve got your mind set on it, then I’m sure it will be one day.”

Charlie: “Hmm~” (dozing off) “That’s probably the nicest thing…. anyone’s ever said… to….”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “Charlie?”

Charlie: (snores)

Vaggie: “Right….” (reaches over to gingerly tuck charlie in) “…sleep well, princess.”

Vaggie: (falls asleep soon after too)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #incorrect quotes #silly headcanons #u betcha vaggie rolled over in the night and charlie got up with her alarm to roll her back onto the non-stabbed side #u betcha vaggie slept right through the night for the first time #since Stuff Happened #and woke up to charlie's snoring in the morning #thinking to herself- damn #this definitely wouldn't be the /worst/ way to spend forever #XD

[haddonfieldwhore]

guilty conscience - matthew tkachuk

flames!matthew tkachuk x draisaitl!fem! reader pt.2

summary: you and matthew continue to sneak around, and leon figures out that something is up

warnings: langauge, mention of violence, implied smut, continuity is questionable because i didn’t plan to write a part two 😅, unrealistic leon behaviour

word count: 3.3k (oops) part one is here

it wasn’t even a month before the oilers and the flames met again, this time at home in edmonton. calgary being in town meant that matthew tkachuk was in town, and you thought back to that first night you had found yourself tangled up with the rival teams player; and all the times after. the two hour drive never stopped him from texting or calling after a tough loss, inviting you over to help him let off some steam. this quickly turned into meeting up to celebrate wins as well, and in the short few weeks since your first meeting, you felt as if you had spent more time in matthews bed than your own.

“are you gonna be at the game tonight?” he asked as he got dressed, staying at your place rather than a hotel; he would be sleeping there anyway.

“yes, but i am obligated to cheer for the oilers as long as my brother is on their team,” you laughed. leon had gotten you tickets for the game like he always did, the two of you having made up only a few days after the incident happened. however the thrill of sneaking around with matthew hadn’t worn off, even though you were no longer doing it to get back at your brother.

“how much would i have to pay you to wear my jersey to the game?” he teased, wrapping his arms around your waist as you pulled your t-shirt over your head.

“more money than your contract,” you replied. “if the crowd didn’t mob me, i think i’d be disowned by my family.”

matthew placed a kiss on your lips with a smile, and you fixed his curls that you had spent the last half hour tangling your fingers through.

“that’s too bad. you’d look hot wearing my number.”

“i wouldn’t look hot in the body bag they’d have to carry me out in. nevermind if leon found out why i was wearing it. you’d be in the back of the hearse with me.”

“as fun as that sounds,” he joked. “i have a game in a few days so-“ you interrupted him with a kiss.

“don’t worry. i’ll secretly be cheering for you,” you smiled. “you’re more fun to hang out with when you win.”

“hey,” he warned with a chuckle. “i gotta go, but i’ll meet you here after the game? we probably shouldn’t leave together…”

“you’re probably right. it’s already suspicious enough that you told the team you were staying with a friend instead of at the hotel with them.”

“is it so hard to believe i might have a friend?” he laughed, putting his shoes on to leave.

“sometimes,” you joked. “good luck,” you smiled as he snuck out of your apartment, shaking your head as you began to get ready to go to the game.

•

despite you wishing him good luck, the game went in favour of the oilers, this time the flames falling to edmonton in a 1-0 loss. at one point calgary had scored a goal to tie the game but it was waved off for interference.

your eyes met matthews on the bench, and you could tell he was frustrated as he slid his mouthguard back over his teeth. after the game ended, you went to meet up with leon backstage, the edmonton player in a significantly better mode than the last time you had seen him. he greeted you with a hug, and you returned it with a smile, but a sinking feeling sprouted in your stomach.

“hey, it’s good to see you,” your brother smiled, and you smiled back.

“you too. good game,” you commented, the words tasting funny in your mouth as you realized you didn’t mean them; and part of you wished calgary had won.

“yeah, a little bit of payback is nice. to bad we couldn’t get a few more goals, but i’ll take it,” he laughed. payback, you thought; that’s what matthew had been.

you weren’t sure that’s all it was anymore.

•

another month went by, the season nearing the midway point now. you scrolled through your phone as you waited for matthew to get out of the shower. you had spent the last few days at his house while the flames played a five game homestand, winning all but one; which meant matty was in a good mood going into the third matchup between the two alberta teams this season tonight. a message popped up on the screen, and you bit your lip as you replied to your brother.

you hated lying to him, and you’d found yourself doing it more and more the closer you and matthew became. you couldn’t exactly tell him that you weren’t even in edmonton at the moment, instead two hours away after spending the week with a man he hated.

a man who you had fallen for; and fallen hard.

the man in question had the nerve to walk out of the bathroom in just a towel around his waist, hung low on his hips as the warm air rushed out of the bathroom and tickled your legs as you sat on the edge of his bed. he walked over and placed a kiss on the top of your head, quickly noticing your expression.

“what’s up?” matt asked, his eyebrows furrowed at the upset look on your face.

“nothing, it’s just leon.”

“did he say something to you?” he asked, his fist clenching slightly at his side.

“no, nothing like that,” you assured him as you looked up to meet his eyes, his gaze softening and his jaw unclenching as he relaxed. “i just hate lying to him about…”

“…us?”

“yeah. it was kind of fun at first, and now i’m just worried what’s gonna happen when he does find out. more so worried about what he’s going to do to you,” you admitted.

“come on, sneaking around is still a little bit fun,” he teased, and you managed to crack a smile. sometimes, you thought. “it’ll be okay, we will figure it out when we get to that point.”

“i don’t want him to kill you,” you said, taking his hand in yours, you fingers playing with his absentmindedly. “which is a real possibility-“ you laughed.

“i’ll be fine. come on, the guys might kill me if im late for the game.”

•

you were only thirty minutes through the two hour drive back to edmonton when your phone rang, leon’s name popping up on the screen. panicking slightly, you answered it, matthew glancing over from behind the wheel as your leg shook anxiously.

“hey, leon.”

“where are you?” he asked, no hello. not good, you thought, trying not to freak out.

“what?” you asked, hoping to find out why he was asking.

“where are you?”

“on my way to the arena,” that at least was true. “why what’s-“

“bullshit, your car is at home.”

“what - you drove by my house? why?”

“because you’ve been hiding something. why are you in calgary?” he asked, and your heart pounded in your chest. your phone location must have been left on by accident.

“i was visiting a friend-“

“without your car?”

“i got a ride - oh my god. you’re my brother not my dad, i don’t need to tell you where i am all the time.”

“why didn’t you tell me you were out of town when i texted you this morning?”

“not that i have to explain myself, leon, but i didn’t feel like typing it all out and i had just woken up.” with each lie you told, you knew you were burying yourself in a hole that was becoming harder and harder to dig out of.

“i’m not sure i believe you.”

“you don’t have to, but it’s the truth.” half true, you thought.

“if you say so.”

“whatever. i’ll see you after the game.” you hung up the phone and ran your hands over your face.

“i’m scared to ask…”

“he knows something is up,” you sighed. “i’m so dead. we’re both dead-“

“hey, just breathe okay?” his hand rested on your thigh reassuringly.

“we just have to be really careful.”

“baby, he’s gonna find out eventually. maybe it would be better if he found out sooner than later,” he suggested. in the short two months you had been with matthew, you weren’t sure exactly when it changed from just hooking up to something more. “unless you want to just stop and pretend this never happened...” he said, his jaw stiffening.

“is that what you want?” your heart beat sped up, but you breathed a soft sigh of relief as he shook his head.

“no, that’s not what i meant at all. as much as you might think i do, i don’t actually want to cause problems between you and your family,” he laughed, and once again you found yourself cracking a smile despite the situation.

“i like you a lot, matthew,” you admitted. “i don’t care what he says to me, he’s my brother and he’ll get over it. i’m just worried what he’ll do to you.”

“don’t worry about me. do you really think he’d be that mad that we’re dating?”

“…are we dating?” you asked for clarification. you’d never really discussed it.

“i mean .. you’ve been at my house for the last week. i kind of thought that made it clear that i want to be with you,” he shrugged with a smile.

“you do?”

“of course i do. did you think i didn’t?”

“i don’t know. maybe,” you laughed, and his hand squeezed your thigh.

“does that mean we’re dating?”

“yes, i guess it does,” you smiled, leaning over to kiss him softly.

•

you cheered internally for calgary as the game went on, sending matthew a smile as your eyes met his. the shared looks between you and the calgary flame didn’t go unnoticed by edmontons number 29, and he had to restrain himself from ramming matthew into the boards whenever they shared the ice. leon noticed how everytime the flames scored, matthew was looking for you in the stands. although you weren’t outwardly celebrating, you were happy the flames were winning. sure, leon would be pissed, but he could get over it.

you felt bad that once again, matthew had taken priority in your life over your brother, but you only wanted them to lose when they played calgary, so you didn’t feel too bad.

the game ended with calgary winning 5 - 2, and you tried not to look too happy as you waited for leon to get out of the dressing room. when he did, he was in a mood again, this time not because of the loss, but because of the way he had caught tkachuk staring at his little sister.

“hey,” you greeted him.

“hey. i’m sorry about how i acted on the phone earlier,” he apologized, greeting you with a hug that surprised you slightly. “you’re right, you don’t have to tell me where you are all the time.”

“thank you. i’m sorry about the game.” his face dropped and he shrugged, his eyes catching sight of a familiar head of curls down the hall. leon’s anger got the best of him, and he marched toward matthew and tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to turn around.

“i don’t know if you’re just trying to piss me off, but quit looking at my sister and focus on the game, yeah?” he warned, and matthew looked slightly confused, his eyes glancing to you as you shook your head behind leon. your brother poked his shoulder to gain his attention back. “don’t look at her.”

“maybe you’re the one who should focus on the game. remember which team won,” matthew laughed, and you could tell this was not going to end well.

“leon, just leave it. are you really gonna pick a fight with someone for looking at me?” you knew they didn’t get along, but this was beyond what you’d expected.

“when he’s a prick like this guy-“

“leon! enough,” you pulled on his arm. “let’s just go home before you do something you regret.”

“i wouldn’t regret it,” he said stepping closer till he was nearly face to face with matthew. you could tell that matt was keeping quiet for your sake, and you appreciated it as you stared in disbelief at your brother. he had never been this overprotective before, and you barely recognized him.

“what the hell has gotten into you? i’m sorry you lost but you don’t get to act like an asshole because of it. you’re making a scene.”

you stepped in between them, pushing leon back from matthew and putting some much needed space between them.

“why are you defending him?”

“why are you acting like this? you’re being ridiculous!

“why is he looking at you like that? why did he spend the whole game watching you?”

“who cares?” you argued, as you felt everything crumbling around you. leon glanced from you to matthew, who stood back and kept his mouth shut for your sake.

“who were you with in calgary?” leon asked, starting to connect the dots in his head.

“leon-“

“who. were. you. with?” he demanded.

“it’s none of your business who i was with!”

leon wasn’t listening anymore, instead staring a hole into matthew, who if looks could kill would be six feet underground.

“it’s not enough to be an jerk on the ice, you have to go and get with my sister just to piss me off?” leon took a step towards the younger man, your hands on his chest doing little to slow him down. matthew opened his mouth to speak, but you did first.

“it wasn’t like that leon,” you defended your boyfriend. “it was my idea.” leon stopped, looking down at you with wide eyes.

“tell me you’re joking right now-“ he spoke calmly, but you knew he was anything but calm, which made it even scarier.

“i’m not,” you said. “i went to him.”

“how long?” his jaw clenched as he stared at you, his eyes filled with hatred; for you or matthew you weren’t so sure anymore.

“it doesn’t matter - it’s not gonna change how much you hate me right now,” you said, hoping that he would just let it go. no such luck.

“how long?” he repeated.

“since november.”

“you’ve been sleeping with my sister for two months?” he yelled at matthew, his raised voice drawing the attention of a few other players from each team as they left their locker rooms. “and you-“ he poked your shoulder harshly. “you’ve been lying to me about it for 2 months? everytime you told me you were busy or had plans - you were with him?” he said, a disgusted look on his face.

“i’m sorry,” you pleaded as tears began to well in your eyes.

“why did you do it? why him?”

“i knew it would piss you off,” you said honestly. “after that game in november you were so rude to me, and i know it was wrong, but i wanted to get back at you somehow. but it’s not about that anymore, leon. i really like him.”

“were you ever going to tell me?”

“yes, i promise. i just knew how you would react-“ he scoffed, interrupting you.

“you mean how i would react to finding out that my little sister got with a guy she knows i don’t like just to make me mad?”

“it sounds really bad when you say it like that,” you looked down at the floor as leon laughed in disbelief.

“it sounds really bad? it is bad!” he snapped. matthew tried to send the few calgary players who had gathered away, assuring them that he was fine and he didn’t need their help. a few edmonton players lingered outside their locker room as well, aware of who you were and wondering what was going on.

“i’m sorry,” you repeated.

“i would expect something like this from him, but you? this is a new low. maybe you two are perfect for eachother.” leon began to walk away, and you called after him.

“please, leon. i know it was wrong, but it’s not up to you who i date.” he stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“you’re right,” he said coldly. “i just think it’s best that you stay away from me for a while.” your heart broke as you realized just how bad you had screwed up. “and get him out of my sight before i decide not to be so nice.”

matthews arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you watched leon walk away with his teammates, and you turned around to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head as you cried, your arms thrown around his shoulders.

“he’ll get over it eventually,” you sniffled. “thank you for not saying anything to piss him off even more.” he laughed, his chest shaking lightly as he rubbed your back.

“i try to be on my best behaviour,” he teased. the few flames players that had been lingering around came over to check on you and matthew, one of them you recognized as matthew’s friend sam bennett.

“best behaviour my ass,” he joked. “leave it to you to stir up drama with draisaitl.”

“hey,” matthew warned lightly, but you laughed.

“two draisaitl’s actually. leon is my brother.”

“that explains it,” sam said, patting matthew on the shoulder. “good work, genius.”

“it was a mutual agreement to piss him off, for the record.” matthew defended himself.

“well,” sam said, looking in the direction that leon had gone. “looks like it worked.”

matthew punched his shoulder with a laugh, and you felt a smile creep onto your face despite everything.

“you wanna come for drinks with us?” one of the other flames asked, and you looked at matthew for his answer.

“what do you say? you officially switching sides?” he joked, and you shook your head with a laugh.

“what the hell, sure,” you agreed. matthew smiled, kissing you softly as the guys cheered. you followed them hand in hand with matthew as you walked you to his car, a bittersweet feeling in your chest.

leon had reacted about as well as you thought he would, but he hadn’t killed matthew, so that was a plus. you just worried for the next time they played eachother; but that wasn’t for weeks. maybe leon would calm down by then.

the older draisaitl watched from across the parking lot as you laughed with matthew and his friends.

“i know it sucks that she lied to you, but she looks happy,” connor mcdavid offered. leon simply shot him a glare, and he didn’t mention it again as connor got into the car without another word.

he hated that he was right; you did look happy. eventually he would get over it, but it still hurt that you had gone behind his back specifically to get back at him; even if he had kinda deserved it.

you didn’t notice leon watching you as got into the car with matthew, his hand holding yours over the center console as you followed behind sam’s car to the bar.

“i’m suprised he didn’t punch you, so i suppose that could have gone worse,” you laughed half heartedly. “congratulations on the win, by the way.”

“he might just be saving it for the next game,” he laughed. “and thank you. i’m sorry.”

“i knew what i was doing, you don’t have to apologize. and as much as it sucks that my brother hates my guts right now, i still have a pretty cool boyfriend at the end of the day,” you smiled, and matthew brought your joined hands up to his mouth to kiss the your knuckles, his facial hair tickling your skin.

“does that mean you’ll wear my jersey to the next game?” he asked with a goofy smiled.

“don’t push it.”

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

#nhl #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl players #real person fiction #matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk fic #matthew tkachuk imagine #tkachuk #matty tkachuk #florida panthers fic #panthers #leon draisaitl fic #draisaitl #leon draisaitl

[littleavengerfics]

How about WandaNat x little reader. Reader goes to the dentist and is told that sucking her thumb/her paci has ruined her teeth, so now needs braces / surgery. Next time R drops she has a massive temper tantrum when she can't self sooth. Desperate to sleep before a mission Wanda creates a paci using her magic

Soother (Wanda Nat x little reader)

(sorry this took a while, life got crazy, hopefully you like this, if you don't let me know if you want something changing and I can do that for you)

It was a day all three of you were dreading, the dentist appointment. The caregivers knew it was gonna be a hard day for you all as you hated going to the dentist. "baby, come on get dressed we have to go in an hour." You groaned pulling yourself out of bed, "I don't wanna go." You huffed giving her a pout. "I know, you've been trying to get out of it all week, but it's not happening." Natasha smirked, picking out your clothes, she loved doing it everyday, even if you weren't little. "Nat. I brush my teeth twice a day and floss, there is nothing wrong with my teeth so I don't need a dentist."

"Y/N you're not going to get out of it, if you stop whining and behave at the appointment ill buy you a treat after we are done and you can watch two movies before bed tonight." You couldn't help but smile at her proposal as you knew it was only gonna come up today." fine I'll behave but just know I'm not happy about it."

"I can live with that for an hour. It's either a slightly grumpy you or an angry wanda and right now ill take the first." As she spoke she heard wanda yelling that they were going to be late. As much as you hated going to these appointments wanda hated running late for them even more and with you and natasha it was like that most of the time. Though thanks to their driving you still always arrived early, much to your dismay.

***

"baby don't worry, I'm sure everything is going to be fine." wanda reassured, squeezing your hand. You weren't so sure. When the doctor came in your heart started racing, holding Wanda's hand was helping but not enough. You needed something else and before you knew it your hand made it's way up to your mouth. The doctor chuckled a bit which made you frown. "there's our problem." both wanda and Nat looked at you and it was only then you realised there was a whole other conversation going on between the three of them you didn't understand. You still didn't pay any attention until natasha pulled your thumb out of your mouth.

"Really? It caused all that damage?" natasha said in a worried tone, the look on her face made you want to cry. If Nat was upset clearly something was wrong.

"It's not the end of the world, we can give them some invisible braces to fix the issue. The thumb sucking, however, does need to stop." It was a sentence that made you completely freeze. You didn't like that doctor anymore, at first she seemed nice but now you weren't so sure. By the look on your caregivers face you could tell that was going to be a rule and you weren't happy about it.

"That's going to be tough. They never stop." I barely listen as he starts giving them suggestions of how to deal with my bad habit. "there are some alternatives, there is chew safe jewelry and even adult pacifiers that can help with thumb sucking and other habits. If you use them responsibly and stop when there is pain or discomfort it won't cause as much change."

"I will look into those, thank you." Wanda smiled, hoping this would be a solution to their problems. After they left the dentist y/n dropped again after getting all of their work and it soon became a constant battle to keep y/ns thumb out of their mouth. Each time they were stopped they seemed to get more and more upset, by the night Wanda and natasha were mentally exhausted from the tantrums, it got even worse when natasha got a phone call. "babe, we have to leave for a mission tomorrow. We leave early in the morning."

"There goes our plan to just let them cry it out till they fall asleep while we wait for the delivery, Im already slow in the morning, I need to sleep tonight." Natasha nodded, she of all people knew about Wandas hatred of the morning, she knew it would be a rough day if they didn't get to sleep soon. "can't you use your magic to make them sleep."

"No, I promised myself I would never use my powers on them like that." the two were interrupted by y/n dumping all their toys on the floor and crying. Wandas mind was quickly changed, but she decided to try a less forceful approach first, she conjured a pacifier similar to the one she had seen on the Internet.

She couldn't believe it when y/n took to it, their wails turned into light sniffles within a few minutes and they stopped acting out. Wanda picked them up, "there see, everything's okay. You're okay, you like the paci?" y/n nodded settling against Wanda who put them to bed, "goodnight baby sleep tight." Natasha and Wanda breathed a sigh of relief as the little went to sleep peacefully, Wanda cleaned up the mess with her magic and the two turned themselves in for the night as well.

#littleavengerfics #little reader #sfw agere #natasha romanoff #mommy natasha #mommy wanda maximoff x little reader #mommy wanda

[msbigredmachine]

New To This - Chapter 3

NEW TO THIS MASTERLIST

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Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable.

It’s been three hours since her first-ever official wrestling match, and Delilah couldn’t stop smiling. It had lasted all of eight minutes, and although she lost, no one could deny that both she and her opponent, Faye, had pulled a showstopper out of thin air. Delilah had only ever attempted a moonsault once in her life, one evening at training when she was feeling adventurous, but tonight, the burst of adrenaline had buoyed her, and it felt so natural being poised on the top rope. To her shock and delight, the crowd had given them a standing ovation when it was over. It was, as far as she could remember, the happiest day of her life. After Andre’s proposal, of course.

She hadn’t been this confident at first, though. She remembered being alone in the tiny, dingy locker room, on the verge of throwing up about fifteen minutes before the match. She remembered the loud cheers as the announcer geared the fans up for the upcoming match. She remembered forcing herself out, walking numbly towards the ring, then looking into the crowd and almost tripping on her own feet in shock at the sight of Jey up in the VIP area with Tank, unable to believe he’d actually showed up to watch her. HER! How she worked through the bundle of nerves and emotions, she would never know. But she did. And it was enough to convince her that she could still pursue her dream. That she wasn’t walking away from this just yet, because there was hope that she was finally going somewhere with wrestling.

Tank and Jey – she still wasn’t comfortable enough to call him Josh – had taken her out to celebrate afterwards. Even after leaving the bar well after midnight, both men didn’t seem willing to go home just yet. And Delilah didn’t mind.

“Your garden’s really nice, uce,” Jey observed the small but neat bed of flowers gracing the sides of the front door.

“Thanks! Andre worked hard on it,” Delilah beamed on behalf of her fiancé, “Dre’s the greatest landscaper in allll of Pensacola, so if you got a lawn that needs spicin’ up, hit him up.” Stepping over the threshold into her home, she winced at the mini warzone that greeted her. “Sorry for the mess,” she murmured sheepishly.

Tank looked around the trailer house and shrugged. “It ain’t that bad today. I’ve seen it in far worse shape,” he commented, lowering his huge self onto the old, worn couch in the center of the small living area.

“Damn, thanks Tank,” Delilah replied with a roll of her eyes. Way to embarrass her in front of Jey.

The man in question had been silent as he looked around the new environment. “Ignore him, Delilah. I like it,” he commented, finally facing her.

The trainee blushed profusely and dumped the bags of takeout they’d bought on the way home on the coffee table. She knew he was only being nice. “Could be better, I know you’re not used to tiny spaces like this,” she rushed defensively, retreating to the kitchen to grab three Bud Lights from the refrigerator. Surely Jey lived in a far more lavish abode, with all the money he was raking in at WWE. The Bentley Continental GT he drove her and Tank around with tonight was solid evidence. He lived large and her place was no doubt shameful compared to his, wherever that was.

Settling down next to Tank, the huge smile was still glued to her face, her right leg bouncing up and down in excitement. “Oh my god, I’m not sure I’m gonna get any sleep tonight! I still can’t believe I wrestled my first real match!”

“Yeah, and we predict it’s gonna be the first of many,” Tank drank from his beer as Delilah nodded enthusiastically, and he jerked his thumb in Jey’s direction. “At least, he thinks so. Right, Uce?”

"Heck yeah," said Jey, observing her over the rim of the silver can of alcohol in his grasp.

Delilah was still in awe that he was here, sitting in her home. It was tough to pretend she wasn’t thoroughly enjoying the attention she’d been getting from him the past two days. “You ain’t sayin’ that just to fuck with me, right?” she asked him blatantly, then cringed at her unwise choice of words.

Something flickered in his eyes. Then, with a low chuckle, he responded, “Baby girl, I ain’t never said shit I don’t mean,” Licking his lips briefly, he stared at the lone female in the room. “Look, we both see how talented you are. It’s about time you did too. That’s probably what’s holding you back. You should believe in yourself more.”

Delilah tilted her head at the use of that inappropriate nickname yet again, and she was torn as to whether she should voice her objection. Before she could make up her mind, a loud ‘thud’ sounded from the direction of the bedroom she shared with her fiancé.

Oh. Shit.

"Aw, shit, someone’s awake,” Tank chuckled and winked at Delilah, propping his feet on top of the coffee table. “Girl, you in troubleee,” he sang teasingly.

Casting her gaze to the amused smirk on Jey’s face, she refocused on the annoyed grumbles and shuffling feet. “Gimme a sec, guys,” she said softly, getting up and hurrying towards her angry fiancé in the hallway. “Hey babe,” she greeted him, forcing a wide smile as she rested a hand on his bare chest.

“What’s with all the fuckin’ racket?” Andre cut her off sharply, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm.

Looking up into his dark eyes, she rubbed his arm placatingly. “We’ll be more quiet. I promise,” she whispered, “Just go back to bed, okay?”

But Andre was already wide awake and very unhappy about that fact. “For fuck’s sake, Dee, I gotta go to work in…” Pausing, he squinted at the clock in the kitchen. “What time is it?”

“One a.m.,” she answered quietly, her cheeks burning as she lowered her eyes to the floor. “Baby, I’m sorry we woke you. Please go back to bed,” she pleaded.

Shaking his head, Andre glared at his fiancée and gestured towards the two men in the living room. “Hell no. Not until you get ‘em the fuck outta here,” he insisted. When she huffed disbelievingly, he shook his head again. “Woman, I gotta be up in four hours. One of us has to work. Who else gon’ pay for these damn lights you got on?” he spat.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Delilah bit back, crossing her arms angrily, “I made two hundred dollars tonight, F.Y.I.”

When his eyes swept over her wrestling gear, Andre scoffed. “How? Working the pole?” he taunted.

Delilah’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Look whatchu wearin’. You couldn’t find more modest attire? Dress like a future wife should dress?”

Watching the entire argument from his seat in the living room, Josh felt his hands ball into fists. He understood the dude being mad for being woken up so late – after all, he’d done some bitching of his own at colleagues who rolled into the hotel at all hours of the morning causing a racket when he was trying to sleep. But he certainly didn’t appreciate the way he was disrespecting Delilah, especially while she was trying to apologize. As much as he wanted to say something to the punk, he did not think it wise to try to step in between the rowing couple. Yet.

“Look, tonight was the most thrilling night of my life, okay?” Delilah was saying, “I got a standing ovation after my match! Unfortunately you couldn’t see it, cuz you weren’t there even though you promised you would,” she made sure to add. “And if I wanna celebrate with my friends for doing so awesome, I’ll do it. God knows you and your friends have kept me up at night enough times in the past!”

“Nah, you not gon’ pull that bullshit on me right now,” Andre rolled his shoulders angrily and glared over her head at the two huge men who had now risen to their feet. “And if you don’t wanna kick your so-called friends out of my house, then I fuckin’ will.” Brushing past his fiancée, he stomped down the hall. He didn’t quite care if they were both built like brick walls and could probably kill him with their bare hands. This was his house and he was the one in charge here. “Ay, Tank, I let you have my girl for the night. It’s time I got her back,” he said.

Acutely aware that both Tank and Jey were about to give Andre a piece of their minds, Delilah quickly stepped between them before anything could go down. “Thank y’all so much for tonight, guys,” she cut in, meeting Tank’s eyes, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she added, giving him a look that told him how sorry she was for Andre’s unbecoming behavior.

With a nod, Tank patted her shoulder. “You know what, Parrish? Why don’t you take tomorrow night off. You’ll need your rest after tonight, trust me.”

She nodded gratefully and turned toward Jey, totally embarrassed to look at him after he’d borne witness to her humiliation at the hands of her fiancé. Honestly, she’d desperately wanted him to think she was a tough chick, that she wasn’t just putting on a show for his benefit. And Andre had ruined it all with his antics tonight.

Following the men outside, she was taken by surprise when Josh stopped midway to his car and suddenly turned to face her. Instantly, she avoided his stare again, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“Gimme your phone,” he told her, holding out his hand. 

“What?”

“Trust me. Give it here,” he repeated, waiting until she placed the device in his hand. He tapped in a number of digits and made a call, smiling when his iPhone rang in his back pocket. “We got each other’s numbers now,” he announced, handing her phone back to her. “If you wanna talk about wrestling, life, whatever…Don’t hesitate to call me anytime.”

Staring at the card, and then back at him, she raised an eyebrow. “Anytime?”

“Anytime,” he repeated, looking her in her striking hazel eyes which he noticed were filled with the unmistakable shine of tears. “For real. A'ight?”

Delilah gave a small smile and tucked her phone back in her pocket. “Okay. Thanks, Jey, I really appreciate it,” she said sincerely. 

“My friends call me Josh,” he insisted.

“Is that what we are? I've only known you a couple of days,” she responded.

“Sometimes, a couple of days is more than enough," he explained, watching her for one long moment before cupping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his. “Keep your head up, baby girl. You a queen. Don’t let nobody make you hide your pretty face.” And with one final wink, he let go of her, turned and made his way towards his car.

Watching them drive off, she willed away the flutter that was filling her insides and trudged back into the house, taking a deep, shaky breath. She had been filled with so much happiness and pride only a few minutes earlier, filled with hope for the future she was trying to create. But the confrontation with her fiancé, in front of Jey Uso for that matter, had snuffed it all out in a heartbeat. She was tempted to abandon Andre and sleep on the couch for the night, not wanting to be anywhere near him. But knowing the aches and pains that would descend on her in the morning, she thought it wiser to be in a bed tonight, no matter how angry she was with him.

Walking slowly to her bedroom, she pushed the door open tentatively, both relieved and annoyed to see that he was back in bed and out like a light. He always was a quick sleeper, unlike her. Shaking her head, she shed her ring gear, showered and found one of Andre’s big t-shirts to wear. She slid into the bed, ensuring to keep her back to him. She didn’t react when Andre’s strong arms wrapped around her a few moments later, didn’t flinch when his hard body pressed against hers from behind, only stared blankly through the darkness at the wall in front of her.

For as long as she had known her husband-to-be, she had been head over heels in love with him. After their first date, she had told her sister that she was going to marry him one day. She would never forget the twinkle in his beautiful dark eyes, or her unbridled joy, on the day he proposed. Back then, both had only harbored the glamorized fairytale version of the idea of marriage. Back then they’d been inseparable; hardly argued, hardly did anything without the other. Neither of them were weighed down by the strain of responsibility or ambition. Things were so different now. For one, she had far more ambition, and she found herself realizing that it was big enough to want to leave his side and do her own thing for the first time in a decade.

Her personal dream and the dream she and Andre had shared for so long hung in the balance, and right now, one was looking far more possible to achieve than the other.

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[starryeyedjanai]

kinktober prompt: free use, overstimulation | read on ao3 steddie and polyam cc | explicit cw: free use eddie, transmasc eddie, sloppy seconds, creampie, come eating

Eddie is a little afraid for Steve to find out the kind of arrangement he has with the rest of his band.

Because they're not just the rest of his band, they're his guys, his other boyfriends. And Steve knows this of course, but he didn't exactly tell him how it is between them.

It's not something they ever really had to talk about before, is the thing.

Eddie has lived with his band in various living situations for years now, sometimes sharing a bed with one or more of them when times were tough and they didn't have the money for anything bigger.

They'd shared a one bedroom apartment at one point with a mattress on the ground and a pull out couch in the living room and it was fine.

It was always fine.

Living on top of each other, and trying to make something of their music while also having to work day jobs to afford living in LA was hard sometimes. They'd get annoyed with each other about stuff with their music or just in general about the shitty day they had at their shitty jobs.

But they had each other and that always made it enough and it always made it worth it.

They'd hash it out and apologize for being in a bad mood and go to bed, never angry at each other, sometimes curling up all four of them on their mattress, somehow able to fit.

Eventually, they stopped rotating who had to sleep on the shitty pull out bed that had springs that hurt and just started sleeping on the same mattress, switching it out for a larger size when they had the money to better accommodate them.

It's on the tail end of living there that it all starts. When Corroded Coffin is finally starting to pick up and get booked places, when they're in talks with a fucking producer, that things start to change.

Because with more people seeing their band and actually starting to gain fans, it can't all be good news all the time.

The thing with the producer falls through and even though there are other producers and other people that might be able to help them get a foot in the door eventually, it feels like such a blow to all of them.

The apartment is silent when they get home after their show, after Eddie gets the call and has to break the news to them.

They're all sad and they're all sulking and Eddie can't take it, can't take the silence and can't take his best friends being sad.

Because he had to be the one to tell them and because he can't fix it and he doesn't know how to talk about it, he says, "Someone should fuck me," out into the open air of their bedroom.

All three of them pause what they were doing and turn to look at him. He can see the wheels turning in their heads and can't take the words back now that they're out of his mouth.

It's not like he hasn't felt the tension between all of them at times. He's not immune to the fact that all of his friends are fucking hot. He sees the way they all look at each other, the way they look at him sometimes and he knows they're not immune either.

Living in close quarters means a lot of walking in on things you weren't supposed to see - walking in on someone getting out of the shower because they were taking too long and the other person had to piss, someone thinking they had the apartment to themselves for half an hour and the other three walking in on them with their hand on their dick - it all comes with the territory of having to share an apartment like this.

So he looks each of them in the eye after he says it, because he doesn't want to take it back.

"Eddie, what- the fuck?" Grant asks, looking between Jeff and Gareth and him.

"We're all fucking miserable and we barely got to come down from a frankly amazing show tonight, so we have to do something," Eddie says.

"And, and, and fucking was the first thing that came to mind?" Gareth asks, his voice incredulous.

"What else are we gonna do? Go to bed? You're angry and sad, we all are. Why not do something we know is gonna make us feel better?" Eddie asks, his heart beating so fast in his chest.

Gareth opens and closes his mouth a few times and looks at the others. "Do either of you think this is a good idea?" he asks.

Grant stays silent, but Jeff speaks up after a minute.

He says, "It's not, like, the worst idea in the world," and Eddie can't help the smile that overtakes his face. Somehow he knew Jeff would be on his side with this.

He's usually the type to go after what he wants and Eddie can understand why he wouldn't go after what he wants when it comes to the band because so many things could go wrong, but when it's offered?

"You can't be fucking serious," Gareth says, letting out a heavy breath. "What, if Grant and I say no, you're gonna fuck in our bed while we wait in the living room?" He asks as if it's normal for four grown men to share a mattress most nights, like they've ever been normal about each other even before now.

"You wouldn't have to wait in the living room," Eddie mumbles. "Even if you don't want to actually do anything, you can still stay and watch. But I don't want it to be just Jeff - I want it to be all of us, in some way, so if you're not into it, we won't do anything."

"Yeah," Jeff says. "It's all of us or none of us."

Gareth looks between them and his mouth twists.

"If we- I don't want this to mess us up," Grant says.

"It doesn't have to," Eddie says gently. "We can be smart about it."

Jeff says, "You know I'm like the most level-headed one here and if I thought we were gonna screw things up, I'd say something. But we care about each other too much to do that."

Grant nods and asks, "You really think we can do this without it becoming weird?"

Jeff and Eddie both nod.

Jeff says, "I think so."

"Then I'm in," Grant says.

"What say you, little one?" Eddie asks, turning to Gareth.

Gare glares at him and says, "I think you're all fucking crazy, but you, I mean you know how I feel, so, obviously, if you're all in, then so am I."

"We're not trying to pressure you," Eddie says insistently. "If you want to say no, you can."

Gareth gets up from where he was sitting on the couch and walks up to Eddie. He has his signature bitchy look on his face as he says, "I'm saying yes, idiot," and then he kisses him.

That night is one that Eddie will remember for the rest of his life - his first time taking more than one person at a time, Jeff pressing into his ass while Gareth fucked his cunt, turning his head to mouth at Grant's cock as best he could with so much stimulation happening.

It just sort of came together like that, and Eddie found that he really liked being stuffed full, all his holes being used.

It felt like belonging, felt like he was theirs.

It's not awkward after, falling in their bed, wrapped up in them, head pillowed on Grant's chest.

It's not awkward the next morning when they wake up and remember the heat, the electricity, they all felt last night.

So it's not hard for Eddie to roll over and offer himself up again to whoever wants to take him, still bleary eyed and sleep warm and stretched open.

They don't put a name to it, they don't talk about it beyond checking in every now and then to make sure this is still working, the three of them using Eddie like they own him.

They've since moved into a bigger apartment, once they got a little bit of notoriety and could afford it. So they don't have to share a bed and most nights they don't - they rotate who shares with who because they still only have a two bedroom and it just made more sense to get two king sized beds instead of four fulls.

So now, whenever they're home, Eddie can count on someone's hands being on him.

He can count on Grant pulling him into his lap as the four of them watch TV and sitting him on his cock, just letting him feel the stretch of his cock inside him.

He can count on Jeff joining him in the shower and putting him on his perpetually bruised knees to have Eddie suck his cock and come down his throat.

He can count on Gareth bending him over the kitchen table and pressing slowly inside his asshole that was held open with a plug, filled with someone else's come from when they used him earlier.

He's stuffed full of come in whatever hole they want to use when they're at home.

He doesn't mind the way they paw at him- he likes it.

He makes it easy for them. He walks around wearing very little, if anything, waiting for them to use him. It's like their favorite pasttime now.

He'll be wearing just a pair of tiny shorts as he does the dishes and he'll end up with a cunt that's leaking come, his hands still submerged in the dishwater and his finger pruned.

He walks by them sitting on the couch wearing nothing, and he's pulled onto the couch, his cunt stuffed, someone else's cock right in front of his face where his head dangles off the arm of the chair.

He's kind of living his dream, making music with his best friends, getting fucked into oblivion every single day, feeling loved every single day.

And then he meets Steve, a volunteer at the animal shelter that Eddie and the others visit sometimes.

There's an instant connection, something he wants to pursue, something he's only ever felt with his band.

He instantly knew he wanted to be friends with Jeff and Grant, that he wanted to make music with Gareth.

He looks at Steve and he instantly knows he has to get to know him.

And that's where things get sticky. Because since starting this whole fucking within the band thing, none of them have really dated anyone.

A couple of very casual dates that didn't lead anywhere have happened, but none of them have found anyone that they would want to be in a relationship with.

And after hanging out with Steve a few times, Eddie knows he wants to date him, knows he wants more with him.

So he has the big, scary conversation with his guys, telling them how he feels about Steve and they all but roll their eyes.

"You mean the guy you get all moon-eyed over whenever we go to the shelter?" Gareth asks.

"The guy you won't shut up about?" Jeff asks.

"Oh, you mean the guy you've been on four dates with, looking lovestruck every time you come home," Grant says.

He hasn't been going on dates with Steve, not really. They haven't called them dates. They haven't even kissed yet, but he wants to kiss him so badly.

And- yeah, okay. He gets it. He's never been very subtle about his affections, but goddamn. They could have at least pretended to be surprised.

"You guys fucking suck, man," he says even though there's this giddy feeling brewing underneath his skin.

"You don't need our blessing," Gareth says, "but if you want it, you have it."

Eddie walks over to Gareth and kisses him, a slow, chaste kiss.

"This isn't going to change anything," Eddie says when he pulls back. "I'll tell him who you are to me and we'll figure it out."

-

The next time he hangs out with Steve, he tells him that he wants to take him on a date.

Steve flushes and smiles at him. He says, "I wasn't sure if you were interested, but I am very, very glad that you are."

They're standing at Steve's door, and okay- he can see how this probably looks like a date. He took Steve to see a movie and now they're at his front door like they're teenagers about to have their first kiss. Maybe he should have had this conversation with Steve a while ago.

So he bites the bullet and he tells him, the words spilling out of his mouth.

"Oh," is what Steve says when Eddie's done with his spiel and Eddie's heart plummets. But only a few moments pass before he says, "I've never dated someone polyamorous before, but I think we could make it work."

Eddie lets out a breath of relief and says, "Okay, good. Um, I really want to kiss you."

"I really want to kiss you too," Steve says, leaning forward.

Their lips meet and Eddie sighs against his mouth. Steve's lips are soft and plump and Eddie wants to spend hours kissing them. But he pulls away and says goodnight because he really wants this to work and jumping him two seconds after he agrees to go on a date with him maybe wouldn't send the right message.

-

Dating Steve and fucking Steve is so fucking fun.

He's spent years with his guys, getting fucked every way possible, but there's something really fun about learning what makes someone tick.

There's fun in the familiarity that he has with Grant, Gareth, and Jeff, don't get him wrong, but accidentally discovering that Steve likes to fuck him when he's sloppy with someone else's come inside him is fucking spectacular.

He wasn't even looking to get fucked the night he found that out, at least not by Steve.

They had all had a long day in the studio, recording stuff for their album, and he's tired when Jeff pulls him into his lap and has him ride him. Grant and Gareth already went to bed, too tired to fuck around.

He rides him slowly, kissing him the entire time, licking into his mouth, sucking on his top lip while Jeff sucks on his bottom lip. It's intimate and Jeff comes in his ass like he always does.

And Steve texts him after he's been plugged up and is getting ready for bed, asking if he wants to sleep over. Just to sleep the text says.

So he says yes, and Jeff goes to the other room to curl up around Gareth for the night.

He isn't even thinking about it, driving over with an overnight bag.

He isn't thinking when they get into bed together and he starts kissing Steve, not really looking for it to go anywhere, just kissing to kiss.

He isn't thinking when Steve runs his hand down his back and squeezes his ass, his fingers brushing the base of the plug.

He pulls away from Eddie's mouth and asks, "Are you wearing a plug?" There's a spark in his eyes, his gaze heated as he's realizing what it probably means. Because they've had the talk about how Eddie and the others don't use condoms because they only fuck each other. And now that Steve is a part of that, everyone got tested before he and Steve fucked raw.

He's never come over with someone else's come inside him, though, because that feels rude. He plans it out usually, letting the guys know what days are off limits because he's seeing Steve.

But he totally blanked when he said he'd come over.

So he says, "Yeah, I. Uh. Jeff fucked me before I came over here."

Steve's hand snakes underneath Eddie's sleep shorts and he touches the plug, pulling it against his rim. "So you're all wet with Jeff's come right now, huh?"

The tone of his voice, the way he said it - something about it makes Eddie's dick hard, his cunt clenching around nothing as Steve plays with the plug inside him.

"Yes," he whispers, looking at the way Steve is looking at him.

"Can I fuck you?" Steve asks, pressing his hips forward, his hard cock rubbing against Eddie's hip.

Eddie nods slowly and says, "Yes."

Steve pulls his hand out of his pants to undress them both and lays Eddie on his back, hips propped up on a pillow. He pulls the plug out of Eddie, his eyes transfixed on his hole.

Eddie shivers under the heat of his gaze. He can feel Jeff's come trickle out of him.

Steve notches his dick up against Eddie asshole, spreading Jeff's come around his hole a little and he groans, still looking down at where the head of his dick is touching Jeff's come.

"Is this a thing for you?" Eddie asks, feeling a rush of excitement thrumming through his veins.

"I didn't think it was," Steve says, pressing the head of his cock inside.

The slide of his dick inside is easy, from the leftover lube, from Jeff's come, from Eddie already being stretched out.

Steve looks so affected and that's really doing something for Eddie, too, the fact that he's so into it.

"Is it weird that I kind of want to lick it out of you?" Steve asks, his fingers dancing around where they're connected, fingertips coming away slick with Jeff's come. He rolls his hips slowly, his cock sliding out and grinding in deep.

Eddie moans and says, "I don't think it's weird. I think it's fucking hot as hell."

Steve brings his hand up to Eddie's mouth and touches his come slick fingers to Eddie's bottom lip, spreading the come there. Then he leans down and sucks Eddie's lip into his mouth, his hips humping forward roughly as he tastes Jeff's come.

They both groan and it's frantic after that - Steve fucking Eddie into the mattress with fast strokes.

"What's it like when you're with them?" Steve asks, panting as he drives his hips into Eddie's ass.

Eddie's gasping in breaths, but between shaky breaths, he manages to answer, "They use me- however they want. Just, pick a hole and fuck me whenever they want."

Steve jackrabbits his hips into Eddie, humping into him like he couldn't stop if he wanted to. He says, "Yeah? You give it up for them whenever they want, no matter what you were doing before?"

Eddie nods quickly. "Doesn't matter what I'm doing. Dishes, they just pull my underwear down and fuck me until I'm dripping. Hanging out, just pull me into their lap. I wake up with someone inside me. F-fuck, even in the studio, they-"

Steve's hips snap into him, startling a moan out of both of them.

"In the studio? You can't even get your work done without leaving filled with someone's come, can you?"

"I love it," Eddie gasps.

"Yeah, you do," Steve says, gritting his teeth, the sound of their hips slapping together loud in the room. "You're suck a fucking cockslut. Always filled to the brim, come leaking out of both holes."

"You love it too," Eddie says, looking up at Steve's face, one hand snaking down to rub at his cock.

"Having their sloppy seconds? Fuck, I really fucking do. Wanna have their sloppy fourths, watch them come inside you one after the other and then fuck you, eat all of it out of you after," Steve says, his hips stuttering as he gets close.

"You can have it," Eddie moans. "You can have whatever you want."

The onslaught of images from Steve's words pushing him close to the edge. The thought of Steve being a part of that, watching and seeing it all, wanting it-

Eddie tenses up and shudders as he comes, his fingers working his dick quickly, both holes clenching as his eyes roll back.

Steve groans again, grinding his hips in and stilling as he pulses come into Eddie's ass, adding to the mess.

Eddie's shivering and gasping through it all, slick from his cunt dripping down onto Steve's cock as he slowly pulls out.

"Jesus fucking christ," Steve says, sliding down the bed.

Fuck, he's really gonna do it.

Eddie shakes as Steve buries his between his legs, sucking Eddie's dick into his mouth to start, then dipping his tongue inside Eddie's wet cunt, tasting his slick, pulling back and looking up at Eddie, his chin wet with Eddie's juices.

"Do it," Eddie says, still breathing heavily, so incredibly affected by this.

Steve dips his head and drags his tongue over Eddie's asshole in a broad stroke. He groans and pulls Eddie's hips against him, his tongue spearing into him, licking the taste of his and Jeff's come out of him.

Steve throws Eddie's leg over his shoulder, his hand coming up so he can thumb at Eddie's cock as he licks the come out of him.

Eddie feels like he's on a hair trigger because he's coming again with barely any stimulation, shaking through it and crying out as Steve just keeps going, his tongue still licking inside him, his thumb still stroking slow circles over his dick.

He seems content to just lay there on his stomach, licking the mess out of him.

He licks him through another orgasm, Eddie's legs shaking as he gasps and sheds a few tears from the overstimulation.

Steve pulls back and nuzzles his face into Eddie's hip, kissing his way up his body before rearranging them with Eddie's back to Steve's front.

Eddie comes down with Steve cuddling up against him, one hand thumbing at his nipple, cupping his tit.

"Was that okay?" Steve asks after a couple minutes.

Eddie turns over in Steve's arms. "You just gave me like three earth shattering orgasms, and you're asking if it was okay?"

"We didn't really talk about it before-"

Eddie cuts him off and says, "It was good. Like really fucking good, okay?"

Steve takes him at his word and says, "Okay. Good. I'm glad." He has this shy little smile on his face as he leans forward to kiss him and Eddie so badly wants to kiss him, but-

"I am so sorry, but I need you to brush your teeth before you kiss me," Eddie says, rearing back.

Steve takes it in stride and says, "Come keep me company?" sitting up and holding his hand out.

Eddie sits on the counter as Steve brushes his teeth and then lets Steve stand between his legs and kiss him with a minty fresh mouth for as long as he likes.

#steddie #polyamorous corroded coffin #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #jeff stranger things #gareth stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #steve x eddie #corroded coffin x eddie #polyam cc #janai.doc

[allzelemonz]

Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: Dirty Talk

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB for all Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Dirty talk, oral sex, anal sex, flirting, top Reader

Abe: 

He’s been leaning against the fence for a few minutes, just taking a break to look at the cattle. It has been a long day, he almost doesn’t want to go back to work, but he knows it’s just a few more hours. Then he can spend a few hours with you before it’s time to sleep. He didn’t hear you approach, but your arms wrapping around him from behind are unmistakable.

“Tough day?” You ask, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Ain’t so bad.” Abe says, leaning back into your hold. “How’s yours?”

You press a kiss to his neck. “ I’ve been a little distracted.”

Abe’s face heats up from your tone. “Distracted?”

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You say, tightening your grip around him. “How nice you look all -”

“Yer bein’ indecent!” Abe says, squirming a little against you.

“But you like it.” Abe doesn’t respond but you can feel his heart beating fast. You sigh, pressing another kiss to his neck. “I can’t get a thought out of my head, Abe.”

“What’s that?”

“You always look so nice on your knees.”

“Somebody might see us out here.” Abe whispers as if there’s anyone anywhere near you.

“Nobody’s here, Abe. Just us.” You say, eyes looking out towards the house where most people are taking a break for lunch. “Let me spoil you, okay?”

Abe sighs, relaxing into you. “I don’t want nobody to hear.”

“They won’t.”

Abe thinks for a minute.

“I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“No, no.” Abe says, turning to look at you as much as he can with your tight grip on him. “I-I like it when ya talk like that, just in a little private.”

“Wait until tonight then?”

“Maybe-maybe ya could gimme one more.” Abe mutters. “Maybe somethin’ ta look forward to.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Okay, Abe.” You let your hand drop a bit, dipping your thumb under his waistband. “Tonight I wanna see you on your knees, sucking me like I know you love to.”

Abe’s breath hitches. You didn’t want to be too crass and make him nervous. Balance is key, just enough to make Abe feel a little needy but still comfortable.

“I’ll see you tonight, Abe.” You whisper, pressing a final kiss to his neck.

Bill Williamson: 

The quiet of the night is only brought on because most are out at the saloon. Bill and yourself favored a bit more of an intimate night. Those still in camp are asleep, leaving you alone by the fire. Bill had been leaning against you, happy with your solid arm holding him there.

“We have the camp almost to ourselves.” You mumble, looking down at Bill who is nursing his third beer.

He hums. “Suppose.”

“Come on, Bill.” You say, moving a hand to grip his thigh. “Lay down by the fire and let me take care of you.”

“Out here?” Bill asks, looking at you with a bit of worry.

“No one’s here.” You whisper, lips not an inch from his ear. “Lie down and let me fuck you nice and slow.”

Bill relaxes when you kiss him and your hand runs through his hair. He lets you guide him to lay down beside the fire and his hands take fistfulls of your shirt as you climb over him.

“I can’t wait to fill you up, sweetheart.” You mumble against his lips. “I hope you aren’t planning on walking tomorrow.”

Bill’s face is red and you can feel the result of your words pressing into your thigh.

Charles Smith: 

Charles has his hand lightly gripping your inner thigh as he kisses your neck. He already has several marks of his own, he thought it only fair he get a chance to return the favor.

“Come on, Charles.” You groan as his hand goes higher up your thigh. “I still have to stretch you and I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.”

You feel him smile against your neck, then dips his head. “Sorry.”

“You still want me to, don’t you?”

He hums in the affirmative.

“Come on, Charles.” You muse, putting a hand under his chin to make him look at you. “Tell me.”

He shuffles a little before he speaks. “I want you.”

“And?” You move your hand to his cheek and you can feel the heat sitting there.

He looks down again as he leans closer to your ear. “I want you inside of me.”

A smile spreads over your face. “You want me to fuck slow or r-”

“Rough.” He says, leaning into you. “I need you.”

Colm O’Driscoll: 

Colm’s lips on your neck always make shivers run through you. He would never admit that he feels the same thing when your fingers brush over his bare back.

“So hard already…” Colm mumbles as he runs a hand over you. “Yer such a good whore fer me.”

“I want you, Colm.”

“I know, sugar, I know.” He chuckles. “I’m gonna fuck ya ‘til ya pass out. How’s that sound?”

His fingers curl around you and all you can do is nod in response.

“Ya feel so big…” Colm’s breath hitches for a moment as he stares down at your swollen length. “Maybe I’ll let ya fuck me, hmm?”

“You want me to?” You ask, looking over Colm with surprise.

He hums. “I made up my mind, sugar. Don’t think yer in charge, just come fill me up now.”

Kieran Duffy: 

“Shit, Kieran.” You mutter.

He’s sprawled out on his stomach, gripping the bedroll beneath him from the slow and intentional thrusts you’ve been giving him.

“Please, darlin’, a little faster.”

You run your hand over his arched back. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Kieran. I’ll do whatever you want since you look so pretty like this.”

Kieran whines as you grind into him, pressing him further against the bedroll. “I want ya ta use me.” He mutters. “Yer always so gentle, just fuck me, please.”

“You wanna be a toy tonight, Kieran?”

He nods. “Ya feel so good, Darlin’. Come on…”

You hold his wiggling hips still and lean down to his ear. “I’ll fuck you rough as long as you say my name when you cum.”

“‘Course I will…”

Micah Bell: 

Micah’s sudden need to pull you from the little party the gang started at the saloon had you worried at first, but when your back hit the wall and he put his hands in your hair you felt some relief. Outside, in an alley where no one can see you, Micah has no inhibition.

“Ya got me all hot n’ bothered, sweetheart.” He mumbles.

You put your hands on his waist and smile. “Then get on your knees, Micah.”

He presses a long kiss to your lips before he sinks. You watch him as he goes, letting your hands naturally find their way to his hair.

“Keep doin’ that.” He mutters as your fingers curl to grip his hair.

“You’re a good boy, Micah.” You say, tugging like he wants. “Go on now.”

He fishes you out of your pants and wastes no time in swirling his tongue around the tip.

“Ya taste so nice.” His breath hitches as you grip his hair particularly tight. “Come on, darlin’, use me how ya like.”

Sean MacGuire: 

“That’s it, love.” Sean breathes. “Right there.”

Sean turns into a moaning whore like it’s his day job. It takes very little to get him mumbling whatever comes to mind as you fuck him senseless.

“You like that?” You hum, slowing your pace a bit to press a kiss to his shoulder.

“God, yes! Fuck me harder, huh?”

“You like taking my cock, Sean?” You grunt as you pick up your pace again, gripping onto Sean’s hips.

“Fuck…” Sean moans. “I’m close, love.”

“Not until I tell you.” You groan at the feeling of Sean bucking back onto you. “I’m not anywhere near done fucking you yet.”

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[porchlightfairy]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

summary: Eddie gets jealous of your new friend from college.

New Life Fresh Start masterlist

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Midterms were taking a toll on you. You were spending more and more time studying at school and less and less time at home. The only time you were home was when you needed to change clothes and shower or eat something.

You’ve barely had time to spend with Eddie, only able to call him late at night saying you were at the library and would be sleeping at a friend’s on campus or something. Eddie felt bad like he couldn’t do anything to help you. Just watch as you zoom through the apartment barely giving a kiss goodbye before going back to school.

“I don’t know what I should do. I want to support her but she’s barely home enough.” Eddie says as he shuffles through the records in the store.

“She’s busy, man. College midterms are tough. You just need to be patient.” Joey claims, “Once they’re over I am sure she will be back in your arms in no time.”

“I sure hope so,” Eddie mutters still unsatisfied with the answer Joey gave.

After work, as Eddie is walking home he sees you outside of a coffee shop. He was about to approach you excitedly when he stopped. A man steps out in front of you with two coffees and then hands one to you. Who was that guy? And why did you smile like that when he gave you the cup? That smile Eddie knew all too well. His heart started to sink. He turns in another direction and decides to take a long way home.

Back at home, Eddie stays up waiting, hoping, you come home tonight. And as if god was listening to his prayers, you arrive a short while later. “Hey, Eddie baby.” You smile and drop all of your stuff at the door before jumping onto the couch and snuggling up to him. “I missed you.” You kiss his cheek.

He smiles “I missed you too. How was your day?”

“It was okay,” You mumble, “But, it’s better now that I am home with you.”

Eddie smiles then grabs your chin, kissing you, “You know, I saw you today.”

“You did? Why didn’t you come say hi?” You pout.

“Oh, I saw you with somebody. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You must have seen me with Dave, he’s my study friend.”

Study friend. Study friend? Study Friend?! Was this the same person you were spending the night with? Some guy? Not just some guy, a guy with sophisticated clothes, a clean haircut, and intellect. How could you not want to spend more time with Dave instead of Eddie.

He purses his lips, “I’m glad you’re making friends at school.”

“Yeah, he’s been a really big help with exams and stuff. I think you would like him if you met.” Probably not.

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Eddie couldn’t help but get paranoid about you and your new friend Dave. How long would it be before you realize how much butter Dave was and dump Eddie? He sits on the rug in the living room, his head swimming with thoughts. You were off to school that day and he was all by himself riddled with anxiety.

Just then there’s a knock on the door, and he swings the door open to see Asya again. “My momma made cookies, want some?” She holds up a plate.

Eddie takes the plate, “Thanks kiddo.”

“You look worried.” She points out before skipping into the apartment.

Eddie takes a bite of a cookie, “Pretty lady has a new friend. A guy friend.”

“Okay? What’s the issue?” She cocks an eyebrow.

“He’s smart and sophisticated.” Eddie sighs, “He goes to school with her and takes her to coffee. Helps her with her homework and is all around better than me.”

“Sounds like it.” She mutters, “But she still comes home to you doesn’t she? Isn’t that what matters?”

“I guess you're right.” Eddie sighs, but one day maybe she won’t.

“Although I love to stay and make you feel better I’m gonna go back home. See ya.” She gets up and takes the plate before leaving.

Eddie chuckles, “See you around kid.”

You return home a few hours later and leap into Eddie’s arms, “I’m free!” You shout before peppering his face in kisses, “Midterms are over and we can spend more time together!”

Eddie smiles in relief, “No more late-night study groups?”

“No more late studying. I’m all yours.” You kiss him again. He smiles into the kiss and lifts you off your feet and takes you to the bedroom.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

The next morning, Eddie wakes up to the sight of you fast asleep next to him. He smiles at the sight and caresses your face. You begin to stir before pulling closer into him, “What time is it?” You mumble.

He checks the clock, “Just half past eight.”

“Oh shit,” You get up, “I told Dave, I would grab a coffee with him at ten.” You quickly stumble out of bed to get ready, Eddie’s heart sinks. He thought he had heard the last of Dave.

“Can’t you ditch? Stay in bed with me?”

“No, Eddie,” you laugh, “Dave got me through exams. I owe him big time.”

“Big time? What about me?”

“Would you like to come?” Not really, is what Eddie wanted to say but instead, he responds; “Yes”

“Perfect! I can’t wait for you to meet Dave. You’re going to like him.” You scurry to the bathroom to get ready.

Eddie grimaces when you are out of sight. While you were in the bathroom, he gets ready. Once you’re both finished you head to the local coffee shop. You hook your arm around Eddie’s as you sit and wait for Dave.

You look over to see Eddie’s deflated expression. “Hey, what’s the matter?” You nudge him.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” He waves it off.

“No, but you look upset.” You tug at him, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I promise… I just—” Before Eddie could truly answer Dave arrived at your table.

“Sorry I’m late, study buddy.” Dave smiles at you.

You stand up and give him a hug. Eddie feels a twang in his stomach. Once you let go Dave looks at Eddie. Eddie doesn’t stand and just sticks out his hand for Dave to shake, “Eddie.”

Dave takes his hand, “Dave.”

You sit back down and glare at Eddie. Dave sits across from you and starts small talk. Eddie couldn’t help but feel left out as you talk about school. Eddie was taking night school for his GED so this college jargon was flying over his head. But he notices the way Dave looks at you. He started to feel uncomfortable and his knee started to bounce rapidly.

As you talk, you notice Eddie’s composure. He is digging his nails into the table and he doesn’t appear to be listening . You’re saddened but you don’t let it show on you face. After the coffee shop you, Dave leaves and you head home.

Back in the apartment you read on the couch as Eddie silently makes lunch. He still has that sullen look on his face. “Did you like Dave?” You ask.

“He’s alright.” He shrugs

“Just alright?”

“He helped you with your tests.” He says, “I’m grateful.”

“But is that all?”

“Yes? What else is there?”

“Well, I don’t think you actually like him.”

“What’s not to like? He’s smart, rich, and attractive. You spend all your time with him.” He looks at you like he’s in love. He’s the whole package.”

You look at him taken aback, “Are you… Are you jealous?”

Eddie grumbles, “Maybe I am.”

You stand up and walk over to him, “Oh baby, you don’t have to be jealous. Dave is nothing like you and —”

“That’s what I’m worried about. You’ll find someone who's not like me. Not a wanted fugitive, not a high school dropout struggling to get a GED, somebody who is smart, getting a college degree, dammit!” His voice cracks, “We can’t go out in public too long or else I might get recognized. I feel like deadweight here. I’m holding you back and I am afraid you’ll come to the same conclusion and leave.” Instantly, you grab Eddie and hug him tightly. You feel pricks of water trickle onto your shoulder. He mumbles, “I don’t know what I’d do if you left me.”

“I would never,” You pet his head, “I’m not leaving. Never leaving.”

“I love you so much.” He whimpers.

“I love you always and forever baby.” You move your hands to his cheeks so he can look at you, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You continue to soothe Eddie into the late night. You lay in bed rubbing his bare back. Your hands gently graze over the scars that decorated his body. He is completely relaxed in your lap, “I promised you to keep you safe. To stay with you through all of this. I love you too much to break that promise.” You kiss the top of his head before turning before turning off the light.

#New Life Fresh Start #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

[undead-memes]

PREACHER'S DAUGHTER. / prompts from the album peacher's daughter by ethel cain. tweaked for rp. change pronouns & cut & combine as you wish. (repost)

' i put too much faith in the make believe. '

' i feel it there, in the middle of the night. '

' say what you want, but say it like you mean it. '

' just give it on more day then you're done. '

' i don't need anything from anyone. '

' it's just not my year. '

' i'm doing what i want and, damn, i'm doing it well. '

' you and me against the world. you were my man and i your girl. '

' you were my whole world. '

' you came, and i laughed. you left, and i cried. '

' you told me even if we died tonight that i'd die yours. '

' really, i'd kill myself to hold you on more time. '

' it hurts to miss you. '

' i cry every day and the bottles make it worse. '

' you were the only one i was never scared to tell i hurt. '

' it was love, i guess. '

' and i feel so alone. '

' i watched him show his love through shades of black and blue. '

' show me how much i mean to you while i lie in these sheets undressed. '

' i'd hold the gun if you asked me to. '

' but if you love me like you say you do, would you ask me to? '

' trouble's always gonna find you, baby, but so will i. '

' i'm never gonna leave you, baby, even if you lose what's left of your mind. '

' please don't love how i need you. '

' i'm not above violence. '

' i've killed before and i'll kill again. '

' hell doesn't scare me, i've been times before. '

' tell me a story about how it ends, where you're still the good guy. i'll make pretend. '

' i hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you. '

' i thought good guys get to be happy. i'm not happy. '

' i was too young to notice that some types of love could be bad. '

' i'm tired of you still tied to me. '

' i'm too tired to move & too tired to leave. '

' love's never meant much to me. '

' i started to see you differently. '

' you wanna get my clothes off. '

' baby, if it feels good then it can't be bad. '

' you wanna fuck me right now. '

' if you hate me, please don't tell me. '

' i followed you in and i was with you there. '

' you love blood too much. but not like i do. '

' heard you, saw you, felt you, gave you. '

' need you, love you, love you, love you. '

' love you, saw you, felt you, love you. '

' love you, love you, love you, love you. '

' you'd do well to say yes to me. '

' suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee. '

' he's saying i'm the one, he's gonna take me. '

' suffering is nigh, drawing to me. '

' even the iron still fears the rot. '

' i'm hiding from something i cannot stop. '

' you poor thing. sweet, mourning lamb. '

' there's nothing you can do. it's already been done. '

' please don't look at me. '

' what have you done? '

' make it stop, make it stop, i've had enough, stop, stop, STOP! '

' i am the face of love's rage. '

' i am no good nor evil. simply, i am, and i have come to take what is mine. '

' i was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood. '

' i am here now as you run from me still. '

' you can't hide from me forever. '

' god loves you, but not enough to save you. '

' if they strike once then you just hit them twice as hard. '

' the more it hurts, the less it shows. '

' i think it's about time i put up a fight. '

' if it's meant to be then it will be. '

' i forgive it all as it comes back to me. '

' i can't let go when something's broken. '

' in your basement i grow cold. '

' don't talk to strangers or you might fall in love. '

' how funny, i never considered myself tough. '

' i tried to be good. '

' am i no good? '

' i just wanted to be yours. '

' can i be yours? '

' i'm happier here 'cause he told me i should be. '

' you're so handsome when i'm all over your mouth. '

' am i making you feel sick? '

' i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did. '

' don't think about it too hard or you'll never sleep a wink at night again. '

' just know that i love you and i'll see you when you get here. '

#inbox memes #inbox prompts #rp memes #roleplay memes #rp prompts #lyric prompts #indie rp

[wooahaes]

nightmare

pairing: non-idol!joshua x gn!reader

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: nightmare comfort. written without my stupid glasses on so probably typos but i cant tell what’s a red squiggle bc of a lowercase name and whats for a typo. no proofreading. intentional lowercase. 

daisy’s notes: something something come and dream a dream girl. real ones understand that ref.i cannot see rn.

the sound of  joshua’s voice was what woke you up.

despite the shivering and the way you shifted uncomfortable, never quite thrashing in the way that movies portrayed them, your nightmare didn’t snap you back to consciousness. it did, however, lead joshua to wake up and mumble your name at first before he soon realized what was going on--far too accustomed to your shitty dreams than you felt any one person should be. touching you was the second step if calling your name didn’t work (in most cases, it would: but joshua knew that when you were particularly tired that sometimes he’d have to shake you awake). he had heard the quiet whimpers before he fully noticed the way you curled into yourself, as if trying to protect yourself again.

and there was an ounce of relief in seeing your scared face rather than your sleeping one. scared meant he could help the way he always did and promised you he always would.

he opened his mouth to ask “another one?” before you immediately dove into his arms, wrapping your arms around him tight. this one was worse. you only ever went straight for him when they were particularly bad. “it’s okay,” he said instead, rubbing circles into your back. “i’m right here.”

it wasn’t until he felt the wet fabric against his chest that he realized you were crying.

“oh, baby...” he shut his eyes, holding you close as he let you cry it out. “do you wanna talk about it tonight?”

you shook your head. he’d never blame you for wanting to hold it back. your nightmares unnerved him, even though he’d never admit it.

“just... hold me?” your voice was strained, too quiet and too afraid for his liking. he just pulled you closer into his chest, not caring about whether he was comfortable anymore. as long as you were, he’d sit in any position until you were okay again. 

he’d always absentmindedly end up humming one of your favorite songs as he held you, vocal cords strained with sleep but still cohesive enough that you’d recognize the notes. you told him early on that it helped. he didn’t even notice he was doing it most nights: it just felt right.

“’m sorry,” you mumbled into his chest. “that i’m broken...”

“you are not broken,” he said firmly. “you’re hurt. it’s gonna take time to heal,” he pressed a kiss onto the top of your head. “and we’re all here to help you. i’m right here for you.”

“you didn’t sign up for this,” he felt you hold onto the back of his shirt. “i feel like i tricked you--”

“if you did, i wouldn’t be here.” he gently pushed you away so he could see your face, still tear-stained and slightly afraid. “if you tricked me, i wouldn’t have stayed. i fell for you because i love you. that includes all the parts you don’t like.”

you wiped at your face. “no one loves being woken up like this. or the stupid nightmares--”

“they’re a part of you,” he reaffirmed. “i know you think i’m just putting up with all of this, but i’m not. i want to take care of you,” he reached up, taking your hand away from your face. “i want to love you the way you deserve to be loved. okay? i’m here because i love you and i want to be.”

you sniffled again, and he wiped away your tears. “shua...”

“it wouldn’t be fair to you if i left when things were tough,” he said. “i love you. even when we have fights, or when you can’t love yourself--i still love you and i wanna get through them. okay? i want you.”

you breathed in another shaky breath. “it’s just hard.”

“i know,” he brought you forward, enough that he could press one kiss against your forehead. “but we’re carrying it together.” he pulled you back with him toward the edge of the bed, crawling backward on his knees until he could stand up. “come on,” he said, a teasing lift to his voice. “we’re still getting water.”

“joshua--” you whined. he knew how much you hated leaving the bed when it was already warm. “i don’t need it--”

“you’re gonna complain about a headache in the morning because crying like this always gives you a headache when you don’t hydrate,” he said. “it’s my job to take care of you, okay? let’s get some water and then we can go back to bed.”

sometimes all you really needed was to feel his warm embrace to remember that you weren’t alone.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #joshua x reader #joshua x you #joshua hong x reader

[lizmitches]

8, 7, 12 or 25 for the hurt/comfort prompts :33 (i couldn't pick :'p)

25. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Melissa slams the side of the vending machine in a fit of rage, earning nothing for her efforts except an aching palm and a candy bar that hangs precariously in the balance. Leave it to this ancient piece of shit to eat her last dollar and her last nerve.

She’s winding up for a second attempt when her phone starts ringing in her purse. “Hey, sweets,” she answers.

“Any news?”

“Nothing yet. Your dad’s still trying to hunt down the doc for an update. You girls doing okay?”

“Just worried.”

“I know, hon, but listen. She’s gonna be okay. They got her in as soon as they could and they’ve been workin’ on her ever since.” Gerald enters the waiting room as she says it, looking exhausted but no worse for wear. Melissa internally sighs with relief; as long as he’s upright it means that Barbara’s still breathing.

Next to her, he successfully retrieves a soda from the other machine, taking it to the table in the middle of the room. She purses her lips as she looks at her own purchase—one that’s not so easily retrievable—and bends down to try and reach it through the slot. Her hand outstretches as she attempts to make contact, fingers curling to try and give it a nudge, but she can’t get close enough. Her bad shoulder protests the action, inspiring a string of expletives that make a nurse pop her head into the room with concern.

“What happened?” Taylor asks through the phone.

She tucks the phone underneath her ear, waving off the nurse with her free hand. “Oh, nothing, I’m just having a standoff with the world’s worst vending machine. Che cazzo, who runs these things?” She grunts as she finally withdraws her arm, standing back up and glaring through the glass. “Listen, You should get to bed, okay? It’s been a long day. I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning.”

“Okay,” Taylor replies. “Love you.”

The sound of it is music to her ears; that even as a college student, Taylor would still say such a thing. “Love you too, kid.” She drops her phone back in her bag–the one she'd hastily packed with only a hairbrush, a novel, and a change of underwear. In her rush to get to the hospital, she’d forgotten something: sustenance. She stares longingly at the candy bar once more before turning to the table where Gerald sits.

“What’d you learn?” she asks.

He runs a hand over his eyes, opening his can of Coke with an echoing pop. For better or worse the ER is deadly quiet tonight, and so far they’re the only ones who have sequestered themselves amongst the bad coffee and broken snack machines. In the corner, the local news recaps the Groundhog Day festivities. Looks like the damn chipmunk saw his shadow after all.

Just what we need right now, Melissa thinks. A never-ending winter.

“They couldn’t tell me much—just that she’s stable and they’re still running tests. They won’t know the damage to her heart until they get the results back.”

Melissa joins him at the table. “Lotta help that is.”

“One of the doctors asked me if she’s been stressed lately. I told him what I knew, but figured you may know better. With how much she’s at the school these days it seems like I only see her when she’s sleeping.”

“I mean, not to break best friend confidentiality or anything, but…” Melissa sighs. “Work’s really been getting to her. A bunch of office politics mixed with a really tough handful of kids. No budget to speak of, not enough hours in the day. I mean, you know her better than I do, but it does feel like this year’s the toughest she’s had in awhile.”

Gerald’s attention is focused solely on the can in front of him, his fingers catching the drips of condensation before they can hit the cheap veneer of the table. “Sometimes I question that,” he says.

“That things are tough?”

“That I know her better than you do.” He looks into the hall as another nurse passes by. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s my number one, but that head of hers. Man.”

Melissa smiles knowingly. “Hard as a brick, huh?”

Gerald chuckles; a hearty, warm thing that brightens up the otherwise cold and drab setting they’ve found themselves in. Just as he laughs, though, his expression turns, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “If I’d known she was so stressed I could have done something. Taken her to see someone. Forced her to get off her feet.”

“Hey, c’mon,” Melissa lays a gentle hand on his forearm. “You’re husband of the year. Your wife loves you, your kids adore you. You did all you could. Sometimes it’s just a bit of bad luck.”

Her phone buzzes again in her purse, but she knows without looking that it’s not one of the girls. The two of them sit and listen to the sound—accompanied by an insurance commercial that plays at a low volume—until it stops. “Speaking of which,” Gerald says, changing the subject. “How is Joe doing?”

Melissa’s shoulders droop. “She told you?”

He shakes his head. “Didn’t have to. She’s been over at your place so much I figured either something happened or she was about to come home with a penchant for eating Italian.”

“Sorry about that.” She winces. Here she is taking up all of Barbara’s free time and now the woman's booked herself a week-long stay at UPenn Presbyterian. “He, uh, actually served me divorce papers this morning. So at least the chapter is finally closing on that one.”

Gerald leans back in his chair. “Ah.”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell Barb that yet, actually. When you called from her phone I thought—“ She has to swallow the lump that’s in her throat, ignoring the pain as it settles in her chest. “Anyway. Looking back on it I should’ve given her a break from all my bitching and moaning. Hell, maybe it was her heart’s last straw.” She cautions another glance to the vending machine; the forbidden candy still dangling behind the glass. She can’t help but feel, briefly, that she always wants what she can’t have.

“Look, Melissa, I know we haven’t done a lot of one-on-one bonding since you entered the picture, but from the way my wife talks about you, well. You’d think you hung the moon.” Gerald looks at her with such kindness in his eyes, and Melissa wonders what’s in the water at the Howard house that gives all of them the ability to hold onto her heart so tightly.

The tears fill her eyes now, and she has to look up at the fluorescents in an attempt to stop them them from falling. Tissues. That’s another thing she forgot to bring.

“What I’m trying to say is that after a day like today…” He inhales shakily. “Thanks doesn’t even begin to cut it. The way you take care of my girls—all three of them—it’s good to know I have someone like you in my corner.”

Melissa clears her throat, dabbing at her eyes. “Jeez, and I thought Barbara was the only one who could dole out a life-changing compliment.”

Gerald smiles softly, and in his eyes Melissa can see no one else but her.

“Come on, big guy. You’ve had a long day.” Melissa stands, pushing a few of the chairs together to construct a makeshift bed. “You should get some shuteye. If we get any updates you’ll be the first to know.”

At his hesitance, she adds, “Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Thank you, Mel. For everything.” He lays down, bringing his arm up to cover his eyes from the light. For a guy that usually stands so tall, Melissa thinks he’s looking awfully small right about now.

“‘Course,” she says softly. Across the room, there’s the sound of a hollow thunk. She almost thinks she’s imagined it, save for the fact that—when she looks over her shoulder at the vending machine—her candy bar is no longer hanging by a thread. Cautiously, she approaches, retrieving the fallen treat before it can change its mind.

Despite its treacherous journey, the wrapper is pristine; shiny and enticing under the bright lights of the waiting room. Even so, as she holds it delicately in her hands, she can’t bring herself to open it—as if at any moment it could disappear. Resigned, she drops it into her bag for safekeeping. She’s not hungry anymore anyway, her stomach still tied in knots from worry. Either way, she thinks, it’s hers.

She’ll just have to hold on to it until the time is right.

#abbott elementary #melissa x barbara #work wives #my fic #a real penchant for….eating…….italian #akdbhdhdhshdhhc

[memestockpile]

the goodbye girl (1977) feel free to change as needed.

you excited?

we're gonna look for a little house way up in the hills.

can you imagine your very own orange tree?

stars have to be actors first.

you're such a stickler for details.

you have homework to do.

wash your face and brush your hair.

doesn't start off too good.

i've heard the word before.

this is one of the worst letters i've ever read in my whole life.

i had to sell my watch and camera to pay off the loan sharks.

it's amazing how flabby you get when you're happy.

you leaving tonight, or in the morning?

that's none of my business, honey.

that bastard! that no good bastard!

you're so young.

there's nobody by that name here.

you got a latch, you can keep it on. i just want to talk to you for one second.

i figured i could spend the night here.

you look confused.

over my dead body.

what a shitheel!

i don't want to blow my last few bucks on a hotel.

i've got a gun! i'll use it if i have to!

you got change for a one?

i will handle this.

if there's any such thing as the 78th street flu, i think i've got it.

if you have any compassion in your heart whatsoever, you'll call me back.

i don't blame you for being hostile.

you're a sharp girl, right?

you get dumped on enough, you start to develop an edge.

ask an actor a question, you get his credits.

you are really something, you know that?

can i have a cup of coffee?

don't be bashful, just say what's on your mind!

i may be stubborn, but i'm not stupid.

would you stop grinding your teeth for two seconds? the noise is driving me crazy.

you're dynamite. i love listening to you.

move your little fanny out of my room.

you forgot to say goodnight.

jesus christ, you're naked!

won't grow on two hours of sleep a night.

music is one of nature's sedatives.

i'm sorry, baby. i'm really sorry i got you in the middle of all this mess.

you are a pain in the ass.

i am auditioning for a new musical this morning.

a little rusty, but not bad.

richard iii was a flaming homosexual. so was shakespeare, for that matter.

that's why we're here, isn't it?

i am going to put you up for adoption.

get your old [relationship] a coke.

i think he's kind of cute. he reminds me of a dog that nobody wants.

can i talk to you in private?

not in my house. i won't put up with this sort of thing.

they have motels for that sort of activity.

i will bring home anyone or anything i chose, including a one-eyed episcopalian kangaroo, if that happens to be my kinky inclination.

why don't you turn off some of the lights?

socks in the hamper, please.

oh, god, please let me be hit by a rich man in a rolls-royce.

what a nice person you are.

i am making a horseth asseth of myselfeth!

let's take five.

why don't we have one shopping list and split the bill?

they took my bag!

why can't you at least thank me for risking my life for you?

it's style that counts, darling.

i got the biggest ego this side of st. louis.

you're terrific with words.

all you gotta do is be nice to me.

you go to hell!

you don't have to snap at me.

i want you to take slow, deep breaths.

today was the pits.

i'm not used to the kindness of strangers.

if you're listening, this is my attempt at being nice, decent, and fair.

try and be tactful.

i never listen to critics.

you don't have to be so blunt about it.

you're really not such a bad person, after all.

i don't know what came over me.

you try and get some sleep now, okay?

the minute you think your world's collapsing, something wonderful happens!

we're late. get your jacket.

kids are fickle at ten.

you're so cute!

come inside, quick!

you want to get paid, or not?

all i want is a kiss. just one little kiss.

come here, you little twerp.

tough crowd.

that man is not my type.

that is a rotten thing to say.

sometimes i can be so goddamn furious with you.

let me put some ice on it.

get yourself to bed, young lady.

i'm [age]. i'm not supposed to get embarrassed anymore.

i hate that "goddamn, it's wonderful to be alive" feeling.

even ginger was nervous the first time she danced.

i'm a sucker for romance.

thank god i am over that period.

it's an expression of endearment, like "hiya, kid." "how you doing, kid?" "what's wrong, kid?"

would you be terribly hurt if we just forget all about last night?

i am not up to falling in love again. it is too much work.

lots of weirdos in this neighborhood.

you love to love somebody, but the minute that they take the initiative, that scares the pants off of you!

you are the silliest man i ever met.

if you don't let go of me, i'll punch your eye out!

[name], you big fink!

i owe you a good time.

i like your style, kid.

do you like me?

i'm getting nauseous.

as much as you like me, it's not one one-thousandth as much as i'm crazy about you.

you can cry all over yourself, i'm gonna tell you anyway.

i am certifiably nuts about you.

you know what i want more than anything else in the whole world?

i think we should have them over for dinner real soon.

what color should we paint the bedroom?

i'm very fond of you.

i couldn't be happier for you.

jesus, i am so scared.

honey, i thought you'd be excited.

that's a dumb, stupid thing to do.

i'll miss you, but i'll survive.

i've grown up these last couple of months.

if you're ever up for an academy award, i promise i'll keep my fingers crossed for you.

so long, kid.

give it five minutes, you just got into bed.

i can predict the future.

get dressed, you're coming with me.

don't play games with me.

you have enough work to do without worrying about me.

i never doubted it for a minute.

have a safe trip. i love you!

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[day0walker]

im not hyperfocusing on the male oc/ghost i swear but i might also be a little!!!

Anon...I am kissing you directly on the mouth. Here's a snippet of Xavier and Ghost that's gonna get smutty!!!

Ghost gets nightmares sometimes.

Xavier waits them out most of the time, because it almost makes him angrier to be woken up from them. Like he’s got a wound he’s refusing to acknowledge, and the stitches come apart at night, bleeds all over the sheets. Tonight, the blood is just sweat though, and Ghost is covered in it. Makes his blody slick as it comes against Xavier. Hi arm winds tight around the other mans middle, nose to his hair, panting with the exertion of waking up from deep REM.

Times like these, the lieutenant feels a lot less like Ghost and more like Simon Riley. Which could be a good thing; errs a little harder on being a bad thing. There’s a reason he wears the mask, uses his callsign and doesn’t answer prying questions about his life when Xavier’s nose gets too nosy.

“Like a pup that won’t quit.”

Well, it’s hard not to be curious about a man you’re sleeping with. When that man turns shivery, coiled tight and feverish hot from a nightmare, you’re bound to wonder. Xavier’s good at shutting up, contrary to popular belief. Real good at following orders, so if Ghost were to lean his lips to his ear and tell him to be quiet, he’d stuff his own fist in his mouth to make it happen.

Instead, he rolls on his side, peering at Ghost in the dark. He’d been asleep prior to the way the entire bed had rocked with the lieutenant coming awake. The man has surprising living quarters—king sized bed, decent quality sheets and comforter. More knick knacks than you’d guess, but nothing close to decoration. A whole shelf lined with well worn novels, books that weren’t just about how to effectively clean a G-26 rifle. His flat in Manchester also has a window that’s cracked open and let’s in a little cool air. Some ambient city sounds; night time traffic, a siren in the distance.

There’s a sliver of light peering in as well from the outside night world. So it’s dim, a little wash of gray but it manages to catch Ghost’s pale eye lashes. Makes him look weirdly ethereal. Little creepy. Xavier flatten’s a hand across Simon Riley’s forehead, feels the heat seeping into his skin.

“You’re squeezing my ribs,” he tells his lieutenant.

“You’re tough,” Ghost replies, in a gruff voice, tightening around Xavier’s abdomen harder. He says ‘your’, like it’s got an ‘e’ in it. He’s got sleep clinging around his words, like he’s half in his dream still. Nightmare, the word whispers between the two men. Nightmare, Simon wont say. Makes his words rumbly and throaty.

Xavier wants to ask if he’s alright. If he needs to talk. Figures that’s what you do for people, especially people you’re fucking. And Xavier’s good at talking, Lord know’s he’s good at it. He’s got an expertise in car parts, makeshift weapons and talking someones ear off. Usually, Ghost indulges this part of him. Might even be one of the reasons he seems to be taking him to bed so often. That, or he’s just pretty. Xavier wouldn’t be surprised.

It’s not an ego thing. He’s lived his whole life with people calling him ‘baby’ like it’s a compliment (even when it feels like an insult). Figures he might as well work the angle a little.

Anyway, he doesn’t ask Ghost if he’s okay. Never feels right too, or he’s just not brave enough yet. Wicked man with a crowbar when he needs to pry someone out of a cracked open humvee. Can’t bring himself to request a little bit of emotion from the guy he’s bedding. Xavier will save those thoughts for the morning, though. Doesn’t want them lingering in this bed, when, talking about it or not, Ghost had just woken up from something he presumes to be really fucking terrible.

He slides his hand back into his soft, blond hair, feels the sweat in the strands. Tilts the older man's head back as he leans in to try and get a kiss. Instead Ghost unwinds an arm and takes Xavier by the throat. It’s not rough, nor is it gentle. It’s just him capturing Xavier up before he can move in any further. Still makes his entire body flash with heat at the sensation of that firm, soldiers hand around his exposed neck.

“Need a distraction?”

Xavier’s hand makes a trail from Simon’s hair down his chest, scratches with dull fingernails over pectoral muscles. Maybe that’s like asking if someone’s okay. And the way Ghost pulls him in, takes the kiss Xavier had been offering, it feels a lot like he’s saying yes.

#xavier x ghost #xavier #i based this off a different ghost writing i did a bit back #damn xavier's tryng to make ghost fall in love with him so bad....

[dream-meister-translations]

MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 3 PART 9

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After returning to the inn to rest for the night, I was standing on the balcony contemplating the future while enjoying the night breeze.

*FLASHBACK*

ROUGE : That guy told me that three days from now, the Bloody Lady is gonna have a huge rally. I guess it's some kinda tradition they do before carrying out big plans. Everyone participates. Even if you're injured. Even if you're sick. Even if you have to crawl to the rally on broken wrists and ankles. ROUGE : If I was to guess, that would be the best time to invade the warehouse.

*END FLASHBACK*

EMMA : (Three days from now…?)

Letting out a sigh I rested my weary body against the doorframe. Just then, I heard a familiar voice coming from outside of my room… ?? : Are you okay? CROW : Yeah, I'm fine. You don't gotta worry about me. ISTUKI : I can't help but worry…I noticed how you changed when you saw those men who were hit by the black powder…Maybe you were remembering something from your past? CROW : Yeah…I just can't help but notice how similar it is to what happened with my mom and dad… ITSUKI : I knew it… CROW : Sorry I worried you…But it's okay… Kai's helping those guys and I feel better already. Thanks for checking on me. ITSUKI : I might not be Emma, but I want to support you too. CROW : It really means a lot. ITSUKI : That's good to hear. We should get some rest. CROW : Yeah, I'll rest soon. Just gonna go out and catch some air. EMMA : (Seeing those men reminded Crow of his family…?)

From the way he spoke, I could only imagine they were sad memories. Cracking open the door, I watch Crow closely. His features are filled with sorrow. I've never seen him like this… It's enough to make my chest tighten painfully. Without thinking about it, I followed him outside. CROW : …….. EMMA : Crow….? CROW : Hey, Emma. What's up? EMMA : I heard you talking just now… I wanted to tell him that I overheard the conversation about his past with Itsuki…I wanted to ask him about his parents and to apologize for eavesdropping…But, I couldn't seem to get the words out…

CROW : Why don't you sit down with me? The stars are beautiful tonight. Before I could protest, Crow smiled at me softly and I couldn't help but give a weak nod. Taking a seat next to him. Leaning up against him as we stared up at the starry night sky. EMMA : Hey, Crow… How are you holding up? CROW : I'm doing fine. EMMA : That's not how it looks to me…If you have something you need to talk about, I'm all ears…But only if you want, no pressure. CROW : Yeah, okay… In that case, can I tell you an old story? EMMA : Of course.

CROW : Once upon a time, there was this sad, loner kid. He hated everyone and everything around him. He spent all his time sleeping. He didn't have any passion to do anything else. Then one day, an old man with a hat, holding a bear in his arms, showed up. Just as he showed up, the kid was hit in the head and knocked out cold. EMMA : (Is he talking about himself and my dad…?) CROW : When the kid woke up, he was being carried by that old man. Nearly dying. In time, there were four of them on the trip. It was all one big happy adventure. And the kid started dreaming while he was awake. He had so many fun dreams. As he speaks, I know he's talking about his own past. CROW : Being alone is the worst. EMMA : (You've said that before…) I still didn't know about Crow's parents or the past he was talking about earlier, but I knew that what he'd just shared with me, was a special memory that Crow cherished deeply. EMMA : That old man must have given that kid a reason to dream. CROW : Yeah, he did. And that's why I wanna be just like him. If I ever see someone alone and crying…I want to help them. Even if it's tough. Even if I have to push them out of bed. I want to help them see that this world can be such an interesting place. CROW : The reason why I'm chasing after those bad guys, isn't just 'cause I want to see Eden again. Those guys destroy dreams. I'll never forgive them for that. I want to stop them at all costs. EMMA : I feel the same way. With that, the two of us stood up, still leaning on one another. Eyes fixed on that expansive sky. With interlocked hands, we take a deep breath, and prepare for the next three days.

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VICTOR : I've filled them in on the details like you told me to. They should be more careful now. CAMUS : Good. I feared they would make a bad move if I left them alone. VICTOR : You're the one who is making bad moves, Camus. This is dangerous. Especially now. CAMUS : Victor, there are things I must do, even at the risk of my life.

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