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ramp-it-up · 11 months

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Bar All Else

Pairing: Barkeep!Andy Barber x Reader x Barkeep! Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Summary: Its Endgame for you three.

Part 12 of The Bar AU. This happens right after Good Morning.

Word count: 5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S/MUT! Read at your own risk. This has Everything: Angst, fluff, family holiday, coming out, polyamory, mlm. PWP, digital p, double p, anal, extreme oral, boys kissing, degradation kink, fun in the shower, praise kink, proposal in a home under construction (I had to do it.)

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The next morning, afternoon really, Andy and Frank somehow untangled themselves from you and were busy in the kitchen, making food that smelled divine. You sat up, stretched, and smiled, your body deliciously sore from the night’s, and morning’s activities.

Your heart skipped a beat at the thoughts running through your mind as you heard their soft murmuring from the other room. They were trying not to wake you, even though it was one o’clock in the afternoon.

Doubts plagued your mind. Could you actually have both of them, could you be committed to two men? Did they really want a future with you, or just sex?

You chewed your lip and began to overthink as you took a quick shower and dressed in one of Andy’s flannels. You caught Frank and Andy smiling at each other over coffee as you padded into the kitchen.

“...Morning…”

Your voice was timid, shy even, and as they looked over and took you in, you were blushing as if you three hadn’t shared the most intimate acts a few hours ago.

“Good morning, Baby Doll.”

Frank smiled at you and moved to come and kiss you on your forehead. You smiled up at him, basking in the warmth he gave you. Andy took you in wearing his shirt and in Frank’s arms, and his heart picked up pace.

How could a sight be more perfect? He moved toward you.

“Morning, Sweetheart. Did you rest well?”

You embraced Andy with your other arm, beaming up at him.

“I slept like a rock. I was tired out for some reason.”

You winked up at him and smirked at Frank, realizing that this situation was definitely really happening.

“Hmmmm.”

Andy took your shoulders in his hands and looked at your face, concerned, as Frank moved to dish up the food.

“Are you alright? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

Andy was terrified at this moment. You saw the fear in his eyes and stood on tiptoe to peck his lips.

“I feel divine, well used, and satisfied. For now. Daddy.”

Andy exhaled and pulled you into him, eyes darkening. You could feel him thicken through his sweatpants.

“And we aim to keep you that way…”

Andy stared down at you, thinking that you really were a goddess.

Frank cleared his throat behind you.

“But first, let’s eat.”

You raised your eyebrow over your shoulder at your other lover.

“Food, Baby Doll,” Frank intoned.

You giggled as Andy swept you off your feet and onto a barstool.

“What do you want, Baby Doll? An omelet, or French toast with bacon?”

You looked between the two men, eyes twinkling.

“Who says I can’t have both?”

You spent the lazy Sunday afternoon watching movies and pretending the outside world didn’t exist. Frank and Andy lavished attention, food, and water on you, making sure that you were alright. They didn’t want you to bolt again. You sensed their anxiety.

But you couldn’t stay in denial all day.

Andy was reading with your head in his lap, and Frank was massaging your feet at 7:02 pm as you scrolled your phone you let them have the truth.

“Guys…”

They both looked at you.

“I gotta go home. I have to go to work in the morning.”

Frank’s face fell and you looked up to see that Andy’s mirrored his. You sat up.

“I know. It’s been a beautiful weekend, but if I stay here, I would never want to leave. And we all have jobs. Time to go back to the real world.”

“This could be the real world, Baby Doll…”

You cocked your head at Frank and Andy spoke before you could ask your question.

“What he means is that we’d like to book you every Saturday night for the foreseeable future, Sweetheart.”

Andy and Frank shared a look as your heart melted.

“And maybe a couple of nights during the week?”

Frank’s voice was hopeful. You thought this was going fast, but hell, you had wasted enough time. You smiled at them.

“That sounds real nice.”

Your heart warmed as both of your men kissed you on the cheek. It was so pure. You all stood up they watched as you went into the bedroom to grab some of Andy’s sweats and the rest of your things. They had their heads together when you came out, but stopped and led the way to take you home. This time, when they took you home, you let them into your small apartment and it seemed that they filled up every available space. It was after 8 pm and you already felt lonely, although they were still there.

“I have something to tell you.”

Frank stood up straight, and Andy clenched his jaw, as if they were bracing form something. You were glad that you’d waited until you got home, or they would not have let you leave.

“I love you. I love you both.”

You felt hands on your waist, pulling you between them in your small living room. You peered into the ocean blue eyes in front of you.

“Say it again. Say that you love me.”

“I love you Frank.”

You smiled up at him, realizing it was the first time.

“Fuck, I love you too, Baby Doll.”

You kissed him, pressing your body full length against his. Andy was right there bedside you. You reached for him while you were kissing Frank. When Frank released you, you turned and kissed Andy.

“And I love you, Andy”

“Fuck, I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. You know that,”

You kissed Andy tenderly. Then you leaned against the doorframe to your bedroom as they stood on either side of you. You felt like a rabbit in a wolves’ den, about to be devoured. The tension was thick but no one moved.

“So, what’s the rest of your night look like?”

Andy’s voice was gruff as he eyed your small bed. His mind was whirling with possibilities. Frank’s warmth behind you had you weak.

“I-I was going to take a nice, hot bath. And then go to bed. I usually get up at 6:30 to go to the gym, but…”

“You’ve had your workout already?”

Andy had that look in his eye. You gulped. Frank’s hands were on your arms as the goosebumps rose on your skin.

“It’s just the thought of you, wet in the bath, wet with sweat. I need your liquid on my tongue…”

Frank had a way with words, and his satin voice in your ear had you trembling.

“And we know you’re probably sore.. So you don’t have to if you don’t want to…”

Andy’s voice was a little bit desperate. As if he hadn’t had you and Frank a few hours before. He was insatiable.

“We just need to taste you again…see you cum…hear you tell us that you love us some more…”

Frank was practically begging. You felt so powerful. You stepped away from them to catch your breath. You shook your head. These boys were dangerous, looking like every girl’s fantasy.

“Well. My bed is small. But my shower is pretty huge. And since I’m already wet… why don’t you join me?”

You said this as you left a trail of the clothes you were wearing on the floor. Andy and Frank followed suit, all three of you naked as you greedily reached for one another under the hot spray of your showerhead.

Andy and Frank left you softly snoring in your small double bed that night, satisfied that they had sufficiently put you to sleep. You dreamed of them all night long.

You awoke to the sweetest Good Morning texts from them in the group chat. Despite your physical reminder of the weekend’s activities, you felt amazing and ready to conquer the week.

Your friends at work only smiled and winked at you, all except for Tia, who wanted all the details. You told her a little, but not everything, and all of your people supported you.

This really could be a thing, you thought.

For the next three weeks, you lived in a blissful bubble, dating Frank and Andy separately one night a week each, and going as far as heavy petting with each individually. You saved the good good for the weekend when you were all together, and it was only then that you let yourself fully succumb.

When the weekend before Thanksgiving rolled around, you felt guilty for having plans to go home.

“It’s okay, Baby Doll. It’s only for a few days.”

You looked at Andy across the room as Frank held you in his arms. From the way your bearded lover clenched his jaw, you knew he didn’t like it, but he’d never admit it.

“He’s right Sweetheart, you’ll be back in no time. Remember that we love you.”

“And I love you both, too.”

The train ride home gave you time to think. You actually felt like you were leaving your real family behind in Boston. You wanted Frank and Andy. For as long as they wanted you, and you weren’t ashamed of it. You had to tell your family because you weren’t going to hide.

At Thanksgiving dinner, you kept peeking at your phone and smiling into your lap. God, you missed your two sweethearts. You answered the question of who you were texting when your mother asked. It was a big hit at the dinner table. The room erupted into scandalized expressions of fear and hate, but your mother surprised you when she defended you.

“Shut the hell up! She’s a smart girl, I mean woman. I don’t think she would be with someone who didn’t treat her right, now would you?”

You stared at the person you thought would kick you out of the house when you told her, a lump in your throat.

You shook your head and smiled.

“No, ma’am.”

“And two good men? Tuh. Let me know if you find any more.”

Your mother winked at you and then asked for someone to pass the mashed potatoes.

After a heart to heart while cleaning up the kitchen that night, you floated off to sleep on a cloud of hope and possibilities, and when you boarded the train back to Boston, you were excited for an unnamed reason.

You were greeted at the train station by Andy and Frank.

“Hey Sweetheart.”

Andy smiled at you and gave you a chaste kiss and hug.

“Baby Doll!”

Frank gave you a bear hug and twirled you around before he put you down.

You told them you were exhausted from traveling and they offered to take you to Andy’s place, promising to just hold you and be good. You just smiled and nodded, wanting to spend time with them.

The fireplace was on and the guys had started putting up Christmas decorations, including a new buffalo plaid throw over the back of Andy’s huge couch.

“Well this is cozy!”

You murmured as you took your jacket and scarf off and revealed a low cut thin pink cashmere sweater and jeans.

Frank noticed that you weren’t wearing a bra and Andy’s eyes went to the tight jeans. They gave each other a look.

You went to the kitchen island to get out the popcorn popper.

“Let’s watch a scary movie!”

Frank and Andy hung back, watching you and your body move in the kitchen. They whispered to each other, remembering that you were tired.

“She’s trying to kill us.”

“No question.”

“Be strong.”

“Yes.”

“What are you guys mumbling about?

You turned around with the bowl of popcorn, bringing some kernels to your mouth, that Ruby Woo making your lips pop, especially when you sucked the butter off your fingers.

“I’m gonna get thirsty. Got anything I can drink?”

You looked up at them with those tits in that sweater and those lips and…

“You want water or spirits?”

Andy cleared his throat and moved behind the island.

“Mmmmmm. Water.”

“So fucking cute, Baby Doll.”

“Thank you Frank.”

You batted your eyes at him as Andy handed you the ice water. You grabbed it with a smile and a kiss on his cheek, then moved to the couch with your goodies. Frank looked at your lip prints on Andy’s jaw and his silly look on his face and was jealous for an instant.

Frank reclined on the sofa, toeing his shoes off and putting his feet up on the coffee table while Andy got the movie ready to go. You sat next on Frank, but upright.

Frank patted the cushion beside him.

”Don’t you want to relax, Baby Doll?”

You smiled and just crossed your legs, indicating your pink high heeled boots. Frank’s kryptonite..

“My shoes. Don’t want to get the couch dirty.”

Frank licked his lips and started sweating as Andy shook his head. Frank was on his knees in an instant.

“Let me.”

You smiled, leaned back arching your spine and presenting your foot. The action made your breasts poke through your sweater and Andy squirmed. Watching Frank slowly and delicately take your shoes off didn’t make his pants any looser.

Frank was now wearing his own silly grin as he took his place beside you and you scooted next to him, curling your feet under you.

Andy cleared his throat.

“Are we ready?”

You nodded and smiled at him. And then Frank. This felt so good. You were content, wedged between your darling men, until the jump scares started, and then you were frightened, turning and hiding your face in Frank’s shirt, leg thrown over his. Andy wasn’t mad, because at this point, you were giving him all the ass. He slid closer to you and Frank and placed the throw over all three of you. And you fell asleep between the two people who were very likely to be the loves of your life.

Andy and Frank took you to brunch the next day, and to look at the unfinished condo space next to The Bar. The energy changed as you walked into the unfinished space, and as you looked between them, you saw excitement dancing in their eyes. The smell of raw wood and plaster invaded your senses and your heart rate rose. You got excited as well for all of the potential around you. They both watched you as you slowly turned around, taking in the structure, which was basically an open concept for the entire floor, except for a couple of rooms roughed out on one end.

“We have about another month to finish the drywall, painting, and finishes.”

“Wow! This would be a great space for entertaining!”

Andy and Frank gave each other a look before Andy spoke.

“That’s what we were thinking.”

“We’d have a little bar, and a kitchenette over here to help with food, and then open space for a table and mingling. This would be the guest suite for visitors.”

Andy motioned to the roughed-out rooms.

Your smile slipped a little.

“What?”

Frank picked up on your cues so well.

“Well… It’s your space, I was just thinking…”

You looked at them.

“I’ll just shut up. That sounds nice.”

“No, Sweetheart, ‘d Love your input.”

Frank spoke up.

“Yeah. The woman’s touch.”

You smiled at them, grinning again.

“Well, I think the kitchenette and bar should be over there, it will improve the flow and allow space for more seating over here.”

“That’s an amazing idea. And you’re absolutely right.”

Andy looked at Frank.

“Why didn’t we think of that?”

Frank smirked at him. “Because we’re idiots.”

“True.”

Andy smiled at him and then held his hand out to you.

“Let’s look at the rest of the space.”

You smiled and took Andy’s hand and followed him up the stairs, with Frank trailing behind you.

You emerged into another open space, but with a wall of windows on one side.

“This will be the more informal living space, with a movie screen there with more comfortable seating,” Frank pointed to a blank wall, “and the chefs kitchen over there.”

“I like that, and then whoever is prepping food, or if both of you are prepping, you can still see the screen. You will have shades, automatic, I hope?”

You looked at Andy and Frank.

“Both of us prepping food?”

Andy moved closer to you, coming behind you and clasping you around the waist, lowering his head to brush your neck with his lips.

“So you will have us cooking for you all the time?”

You allowed yourself to fall into his embrace and hummed, inhaling the spice of his cologne for a minute until you really heard what he’d said. You hadn’t realized that you had closed your eyes until you opened them to see Frank staring at you with a silly look on his face.

“Wait, what?”

You turned out of Andy’s grasp as Frank went and stood beside him.

“Before you freak out, there’s another floor.”

Frank grabbed your hand this time.

“But…”

He ignored you as he led you up the stairs. You three came out on the third floor which had several walls for rooms constructed. They led you through three rooms of about the same size with two rooms off of each, and then a fourth, larger than the rest, with one semi-large room connected to it.

“What is all this?”

Your heart was beating fast at the implication of what was happening.

“These are bedrooms, three with closets and en suites, and one with just an en suite bathroom.”

Frank indicated the largest room. You looked at them and went in to inspect the large room. It had a huge window and the bathroom was a very good size.

“We want the largest bed they make in here,” Andy looked at you as he spoke.

“One big enough for three people,” Frank responded.

Your mouth dropped open.

“And in the bathroom, a huge jetted tub,” Frank continued.

“One big enough for three people.” Andy looked so sincere.

You were floored.

“Ummmm. So four bedrooms for how many people?”

“Three. We figured that individuals might want your privacy at times. But there might be times when we’d all agree to be together.”

Andy was definitely nervous now. But you thought about what he said about the big bed.

“So these three people might all sleep together, or sleep separately?”

“Or maybe two would sleep together if one wants to be alone?”

Frank’s voice made you turn toward him.

“We didn’t want anyone forced to be in a shared space.”

They thought of everything.

“Sounds like an interesting arrangement.”

You went to the window and looked out over Boston Harbor. It would be a beautiful view to wake up to. And to do it in between two beautiful men would be an added bonus.

You heard Andy’s voice next.

“And when children come, we can get a house out in the country, with lots of land for them to run around.”

You gasped and turned back to them to see the space where they had been empty. You looked down to see Andy and Frank both down on one knee.

“Is that something you’d be interested in?”

Your hands were up around your mouth, and you didn’t know if you were breathing. This couldn’t be what you thought it was.

“What exactly are you two asking me?”

Frank spoke next.

“When you went to spend the holiday with your family, we decided that we couldn’t let another come and go without telling you how much we both want a family with you.”

You looked away from Frank to Andy, whose eyes tried to hold yours, but you couldn’t get caught up. Your eyes darted around the unfinished room. Everything was happening so fast.

Andy, then Frank reached into their pockets and brought out two rings, seemingly odd pear shaped diamonds in gold bands.

“We know it seems like a short time since we got back together, but we wanted to do this last year.”

The men looked at each other, and then back at you. Then, in perfect tandem, they said:

“Y/N Y/LN, will you marry us?”

You mouth was hinged open as you stared at them.

“You are the woman of my dreams, Baby Doll.”

“I can’t imagine life without you, Sweetheart.”

The blood was rushing in your ears and you opened your mouth.

Suddenly everything stopped and you yelled, “Yes! Hell yes I will marry you!”

You were in shock at what you’d just said as Frank and Andy both picked you up. Then they put you down and placed both rings on your hand, Andy’s first, and then Frank’s. When they were both on your hand, the two diamonds formed a heart. Suddenly, the view was blurry.

“Oh my gosh. Andy! Frank!”

You looked up at them with tears falling down your face.

“Is this really happening?”

“You bet your ass, Baby Doll.”

Frank beamed down at you as he kissed you.

“Absolutely, Sweetheart. You’re stuck with us. Both.”

“For life,” you said, smiling at both your men.

Suddenly the energy changed.

“Let’s go back to my place. To celebrate. With champagne.”

The look on Andy’s face made you shiver as you remembered your last encounter with Moët in the storeroom. Frank remembered watching that encounter on the camera, and you thought of that as you looked at him, remembering his confessions you over the last few weeks.

“Let’s go.”

You were more than ready.

If you didn’t know any better, you would think that your men were trying to get you tipsy. You were on your third glass of bubbly while you admired your ring on the couch as both men’s hands were up your shirt and they marked up your neck. You giggled, until Frank thrust his hand down your jeans, parting the thick lips of your cunt as Andy took over teasing both breasts.

“Oh.. oooohhh. Yes, Daddy. Pinch them harder.”

You arched your back as Andy did as you requested and Frank thrust two fingers inside you. You rode Frank’s fingers as Andy leaned down to minister to your nipples, sucking and licking them with an urgency.

“Missed you while you were away. So much.”

“It was just a couple of days, Silly.”

You laughed at your serious fiancé.

“Any time away from you is an eternity, Baby Doll.”

Frank leaned up to kiss you while he fingered you, then pulled Andy’s head up to slip his tongue into his mouth.

You came on Frank’s hand as you watched the two men kiss. They pulled apart, panting and staring at each other. Then they turned their eyes on you. They stood up as you did and watched you take off your pullover and watched as you unbuttoned your jeans and peeled them down your legs, showing them your perfect bottom.

“Can I have you both?”

“What a question.”

Frank chuckled and started undressing, watching Andy stroke himself outside of his pants as he watched both you you.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Andy slowly undressed as he watched you reach for Frank to come around the back of the couch which you were facing. You leaned over and kitten licked his tip as the younger man threw his head back. Once naked, Andy came behind you and stroked your hair, running his hand down your spine, causing you to give him that arch. You looked behind you as you stroked Frank’s rigid cock.

“Stop teasing the man and give him your throat.”

You watched Andy get on his knees and start stroking himself as he parted your lips. Frank turned your head back around and painted your lips with his precum before shoving his cock in your mouth, filling your airway with his flesh. You moaned around him as Andy’s tongue licked you from clit to ass, inserting his tongue in every crevice. He played with your nub like taffy and had you, and by proxy Frank, on edge in no time.

You watched Andy and Frank on the bed kissing passionately. You got wet just watching them, it was so hot. Their cocks were so hard. Your heart started beating faster as you climbed on the bed, the kiss between them becoming a three-way. All three of your tongues met and danced. Soon, Andy and Frank broke away and their lips, tongues, and hands traveled to your neck, your ear, your breasts, or any sensitive part of your body that they knew so well. You knew you’d never experience such intense sensations than having these men’s hands and mouths on you.

Frank detached himself and lay back on the bed, his hard cock waving in the air. You moved to touch him, but he stopped you, grabbing your hand and pulling you up toward him.

“On my face Baby Doll. Need to taste you.”

Frank turned you around so that you faced his cock, and you climbed on carefully as he roughly pulled you down on his mouth. His tongue started doing unspeakable things to you and your eyes closed before they opened at the sound of another mouth slurping. You opened your eyes to see Andy licking and sucking Frank’s cock while staring at you. That powerful feeling returned and you took your nipples in your hand and teased them as you shivered on Frank’s lips and tongue.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Ride his face.”

You obeyed and pulled your nipples harder as you watched Andy cause Frank to moan into your cunt.

“How does it taste, Andy?”

He pulled off with a pop.

“So good.”

Andy grinned at you.

“Wanna share?”

You smiled back and leaned over to tongue kiss Andy around Frank’s cock, causing him to come up for air and smack your ass as he groaned.

“Holy Fuck, that’s good!”

You start handling Frank’s balls and he started panting into your cunt.

“Fuck!”

He breathed and went back in for more, inserting fingers to get what he wanted.

When you came on his tongue, Frank yelled at his own release, deep down Andy’s throat. After he recovered, he grabbed your ankle and pulled you to the edge of the bed, so that your ass was almost hanging off. He got behind you, took your legs and spread them wide, holding them open for Andy, who was panting and feral, watching the scene.

“Don’t just stare, Andrew!”

Andy took his cock and lined it up, looking up to watch your face as he slid in. He sheathed himself to hilt and you keened as you felt him pounding inside you.

“Oh Andyyyyyy!”

“Fuck! You got me about to come already. So gotdamn tight. Fits like a glove.”

He looked up at Frank.

“You don’t understand how good this feels…”

“The fuck I don’t. Feels amazing. Fucking you is a close second.”

You watched as Frank leaned over and grabbed Andy by the back of the neck and kissed him

“Fuckkkk!”

You moaned as your pussy got wetter at that sight and convulsed around Andy’s cock. He looked down at you, lips wet from the kiss.

“You like that?”

Andy hissed as he started fucking into you slowly. Frank reached down and rubbed your nipples.

“You like to see your boys together?”

“Yesssss.”

Frank pulled Andy’s hair and kissed him again.

“Fuck. So hot.”

“Squeezing me like a vice, Sweetheart.”

“Make her cum on your cock, Baby.”

Frank held you down and open for Andy.

“I know how you like to run, so be a good girl and take it.”

Andy started snapping his hips harder, watching your face as Frank talked you through it, how you bit your lip when he twisted first one nipple, then the other. Before you knew it, Andy was pounding you ferociously as Frank spoke praise in your ear.

“Good girl, taking that pounding like a fucking champ. Your our cum hungry little cumslut, arent you? How bout you cum on Andy’s cock without anybody touching your clit, Beautiful Baby Doll. Then I can clean both of you up.”

“Oh Goddddddd!”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and you exploded around Andy’s dick. Two sets of hands held you down to take it. Andy pounded you out and groaned as Frank did the same to him.

“Fuck, can’t… hold it.”

“Give it to us, Baby. Soak that clit for me.

Andy pulled out and fisted himself over you, literally growling as he spurted all over your cunt. Your chest heaved as you and Frank both stuck your tongues out to catch some of Andy’s spend.

“Suck a fucking good girl for us.”

Frank sucked the remaining cum off of Andy’s softening cock and then went to town on you as Andy rolled on his back beside you.

Andy looked at you and smiled at your half lidded eyes as Frank started feasting on your sloppy pussy.

He pulled your face toward him roughly.

“Look at me when our fiancé is eating you out.”

His deep voice rumbled through you and met Frank’s moans as he lapped you up.

You whimpered, “Yes Daddy.”

Andy fondled your tits and then wrapped his hand around your throat at the same time Frank wrapped his lips around your clit to suck. It was insane how in sync they were.

Your back bowed as Frank sucked a massive orgasm out of you, and you swore you blacked out, because the next thing you knew, you were being lifted into the shower, and lovingly washed by two sets of hands.

“I love you Frank. Love you Andy. I love you so much.”

“Love you too Baby Doll. Love you to the moon, Sweetheart. Now just relax.”

You were exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep between your future husbands, secure in the knowledge that barring anything, you would have love and security for the rest of your life.

#chris evans #ask dj #chris evans imagine #Frank endings beginnings #barkeep! andy barber x frank #barkeep! andy barber x reader x frank #barkeep! frank #the bar au #barkeep! andy barber #andy barber imagine #Frank eb imagine #Sebastian Stan #Sebastian Stan smut

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cosmitasia · 21 days

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assorted NPCs

#mother series #mother 2 #earthbound #earthbound series #scribbles #Lier X. Agerate #Frank Fly #Apple Kid #Everdred (Mother)#Jackie (Mother)#did I screw myself over with my tagging convention bc theres more than one eb character named jackie and tessie. Yes I did #Mr. Carpainter #art #the shit eating grinners

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navybrat817 · 9 months

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I wish you would write a fic where cousins Bucky, Nick, Hal, Lee and maybe Frank fight and compete over one of the bridesmaids at a family wedding…

That's a lot of hot relatives in one place, nonnie! ❤️ You know Hal would be the best dancer of the bunch. Frank would get you a refill on your drink. Bucky's the guy trying not to draw attention to himself and you don't mind sitting and chatting with him. Nick is the charmer and would totally try to interrupt Hal. And Lee. Oh, Lee.

Love and thanks! ❤️

I wish you would write a fic where...

#navybrat answers #ask game #i wish you would write a fic where...#bucky barnes #nick fowler #hal carter #lee bodecker #frank endings beginnings #eb!frank #love it #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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fatallyfalling · 4 months

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Bitter Water 0.05 ~ ♆

“ Fuck you, Odair ”

warnings: typical Hunger Games violence/trauma/themes, language, blood, injury, insinuation of forced prostitution, enemies to lovers, slow burn, death, nightmares, reader throws up whoops, alcohol/tipsy! reader, Finnick is still an ass, etc

{{ word count }} 2.8 k

{{ prompt }} Readjusting to life outside the arena is a challenge. You’re barely able to cope with the blood staining your hands and the new terrors that arise before you’re whisked away back home.

{{ a/n }} happy holidays ! we’re finally going to be getting somewhere in reader and Finnick’s relationship this time around !! there will still be a lot more build up from here don’t fear <3

Finnick had to adjust his grip to keep your buckling knees from bringing both of you to the linoleum tile below. You had gone all but limp in the boy’s arms as choked sobs escaped your lips. You broke down right there in his arms, eventually taking the two of you to your knees regardless of the boy’s strength nor his futile attempts to keep you either standing or to guide you back to your cot. Wires connected sticky monitors to a wailing device and tangled themselves around your arms and chest. A small trickle of blood dribbled down your forearm from where your IV tube had been ripped out in your scuffle away from the medics.

Finnick’s brows knit together in a tight crease as your fingertips pressed hard into his honey-tanned skin. A muscle in the boy’s jaw fluttered as your sobs and burning touch tugged that thread in his chest hard. Your claim from the train ride had been ripped from your grasp without so much as a goodbye, all in the name of survival.

“I’d rather choose death than a life with blood on my hands.”

He didn’t really know why you were gripping him so tight, as if he’d disappear should your grip be released, considering you’d almost taken him out with a medical tool upon his entrance to the small medical bay. The device had cracked the small window next to the doorway, and broken glass now speckled the floor beneath the shattered pane. Your broken, hiccuped cries continued on, ragged breaths barely bringing air into your lungs, while Finnick shot warning glares back towards the doctors who tried to enter the room. The medical professionals slowly backed out upon meeting the deadly daggers within the Darling’s sea-green gaze. You were in hysterics, to say the least. The reality of your survival and the invisible crimson caked into your skin slammed into every fiber of your being and brought bile rising into your already constricted throat. But nothing heaved itself from your empty stomach. Finnick sat cautiously still, the linoleum tile cold beneath his knees, as his gaze turned away from the open door back to your crumpled form. He didn’t say anything nor make any moves to comfort or touch you, only providing space to allow you to get everything out. To be frank, Finnick didn’t know how to react besides sitting still. You hadn’t expressed kindness to him since meeting one another, nor had he you, but the thought of your fear and the pain tearing apart your chest being intensified by the poking and prodding of medics and nurses tugged that thread again painfully as if the tension was pulled so tight on a guitar sting that one more twist would cause it to snap and fly back in a heated slice across his heart.

So the Darling stayed.

He sat with you till exhaustion ebbed into your shoulders, and your tears slowly dried. He sat still as a rock until reality came back into focus, and your fingernails left small, purple crescent moons on his tanned forearms as you released your grip. Your breaths were shaky, and your voice was shot as your bloodshot, red-rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks flushed with color dragged up to meet calm sea-green oceans. “I-I’m.. sorry…” You struggle to gasp out before your chin dips, and a trembling arm comes up to cough viciously into your elbow. Finnick simply shook his head, rubbing sweaty palms on his tear-stained trousers before combing a hand through the bronze waves thrown atop his head.

“It’s fine,”

The small room fell silent, aside from the bustling commotion outside the bay and your gasping breaths as air still struggled to fill your lungs. “I should go get a nurse. You’re bleeding again.” Finnick huffs after a beat before moving to stand. You don’t say anything as your arms curl around yourself in a tight hug. A thick swallow goes down the boy’s throat as he forces himself away from the room and into the bright, sterile hallway. That thread tugged his shoulders back as if trying to push him backward into that room towards the corner you’d curled into, but he willed himself to move forward. You were just a scared victor. You had gripped the first familiar thing to you after being trapped in a cruel Game for a month. Your actions were instinct-driven and nothing more. You’d only met for two days. There was no point or reason for his chest to be this tight or his skin to hunger after your touch. His jaw sets as he rubs the crescent indents on his skin, searching for a nurse down the hall.

That thread snaps tight in his chest again with each brush of his thumbs over the purple marks.

You’re kept in the medical bay of the Capital’s Tribute Center for a fortnight. The lengthy stay was mostly for observation purposes following a psyche evaluation alongside the closing ceremonies of the 67th Games and another sugarcoated interview full of bright lights and flashing cameras with Caesar Flickerman. You’d thrown up at least once before or after every public appearance. You despised the spotlight, gargling a minted mouthwash between your teeth to coat your tongue and rid the sour taste of bile from your lips. Hyacinth returned to plaster you in garish flourishes and flounces along with an opaque concealer to cover the deep-set smudges of purple beneath your eyes from lack of sleep. The Capital had been gracious enough to mend your wounds well, but makeup was still needed to cover bruises in various stages of healing. You did your best to plaster on that faux, practiced smile before performing once again for the entertainment of millions of Panem citizens.

Your stomach painfully churned upon your realization that the performance would never end. You’d always be forced to perform from this moment forward.

You’d only seen your mentor, Mags, consistently after your breakdown, besides various medical personnel needing to check on you. Finnick was only seen in passing. The two of you hadn’t spoken since your outburst, nor had the two of you stood in the same room long enough to converse with one another, let alone stand beside one another. Only fleeting glances were shared across crowds, and the bronze-haired boy was constantly moving, constantly changing. Each night, he would appear strapped to the hip of a new Capital elitist in progressively more revealing tunics and netting that unfortunately left less and less to the imagination. Your nose crinkled at the aura he put out, cocky and self-absorbed while flashing showboating smirks and suggestive comments back to back. At least the rumors concerning the two of you harboring some kind of “star-crossed lovers” spectacle had died out upon your announced victory and the Darling’s consistent appearances with new presumed partners, earning him the term playboy in the gossip strips of Capital newspapers. You tried to avoid the victor and his attitude at all costs, forcing yourself to forget the moment shared in a forgotten hospital room corner and move on.

Mags was sweet as ever, doting on you like a worried mother hen and doing her best to ensure your comfort, considering your unstable circumstances. She visited you daily, sometimes more than once. The two of you would share a meal or cup of tea, conversing in your own signals and whispered words, discussing anything and everything to help you get through the day. On the hard days, the two of you would sit in a calm silence, simply absorbing the pleasant company of one another.

Tonight, you would finally board the train back to District 4. Back home. You didn't sleep at all the night before. Whether it was nerves, excitement, or the haunting phantoms behind your eyes whenever they closed? You're not sure. It could be all three, honestly. Thatcher was busy lecturing your procession as bright flashes blinded your vision, and loud hollers of the Capital upper-class bludgeoned your ears. However, all you wanted was to be out of the spotlight and locked inside your personal quarters for the next two days before finally seeing your lovely younger brothers again. A gloved hand grips your shoulder and urges you to keep moving. The stark-white uniforms of peacekeepers cloud your peripherals, sending your skin crawling. The grip feels like a brand on your skin.

Moments after the train car doors shut, the industrial machinery surges to life, and the train sets into motion. An ascending chug roars as the metal car picks up speed. “Come, come! Just like our last journey, there is much to be discussed!” Your escort queries while ushering everyone towards a too-familiar dark wood dining table. Your group was small, but Thatcher, Hyacinth, Mags, Yourself, and surprisingly, Finnick gathered at the long table, taking seats behind cursive name cards and crystal wine glasses. You couldn’t help your sweeping gaze across the silk tablecloth toward the 65th victor. The boy was lounged across his armchair, weight pressing into his left elbow on the armrest as his free arm dangled the wine glass, dark wine slowly swirling inside the goblet. His position appeared comfortable but exuded pride. You forced your gaze down to your glass of wine after sea-green oceans caught wind of your unintentional staring. A cheshire smirk pressed dimples into his tanned cheeks, but no words were exchanged between you two.

“Now, we have two days before arriving back on the sunshine sands of District 4. For our dear victor,”

Your name sounds foreign in such a cheerful tone.

“Your family has already been transferred to your lovely new home in Victor’s Village! Our Darling, Finnick here, will be just across from your new home with Mags beside him. Your fellow victors will be around you in the rest of the village for support and companionship!” You wince at the escort’s last words. You didn’t want their feigned “companionship” You just wanted to go home. A dark chuckle resonated across the table, and even Thatcher goes quiet for once.

“Yes of course, we have weekly parties to discuss our methods from the arena, and sit in circles and sing koombaya.”

Your nose scrunches in discomfort at the bronze-haired victor’s blatant sarcasm. Mags shifts uncomfortably in her seat at the end of the table between the two of you while shooting the boy a pointed look. A beat passes before Thatcher clears their throat and tries to continue their speech. “Uhm, yes… I suppose. Ahem. When we arrive at the station, cameras will be ready, so I expect nothing more than big smiles! We are happy to be home and to see our beloved District again. No more, no less. There will be a meeting with the Mayor, then a procession through the District to Victor’s Village, and then another meeting to discuss the terms of the next six months before beginning your Victory tour through all of the districts, ending with a grand celebration in the Capital city with our Honored President Snow.” Thatcher continues. Their voice regains its usual lilt and confidence, almost as if they’re convincing themself of the festivities ahead. They gives another speech on rules and expectations, Hyacinth flutters on about her ideas of possible designs for the tour, among other details, and you feel like you’re about to be sick.

You quickly down about two and a half glasses of wine before you’re buzzed and floaty enough to settle in your seat. You’d drowned out the conversation long before, finding the dozens of tiny rainbow light fractals sparkling in your crystal goblet far more intriguing. The dark wine was dry and bitter-tasting. Through slow-blinking eyes, you finish what’s left in your goblet and excuse yourself from the nonsensical conversation. Amidst your hazy stumble from the table, you didn’t bother or care to notice the sea-green eyes fixating on your retreating form.

You just wanted to lay down, possibly throw up; you couldn’t decide which quite yet. You’d never bothered with alcohol before. Seeing what the fermented liquid had done to your father made the idea unpleasant. But after experiencing the hazy warmth the drink brought to your core and the ease of a clouded mind, you began to see why he had taken up the habit. The Capital didn’t seem to care if minors drank anyway. You told yourself over and over you wouldn’t let this get bad. You refused to be like him. You just needed to get home and see the sweet faces of your brothers.

Your personal quarters were the same as before, sleek and industrial with shades of grey and royal blue velvet followed by dark wooden accents. Your clothes were comfortable linen, the same ones you’d worn off the train before the Games, but this time, your top was an inky black, and your lightweight pants a cool, forest-toned green. Face planting into the plush bedding, you curled in on your side. Your hair had been left in its natural texture since the games, only maneuvered when Hyacinth needed you to appear publicly in her newest design. Your knees hugged close to your chest, and your arms curled in close, making for a tightly coiled fetal position. The back of your skull felt fuzzy as if a hand was leaving ghostly pinpricks up along the nape of your neck to the crown of your head. The feeling was peculiar yet welcome, adding to the fuzziness behind your eyes and the warmth wrapping around your torso.

Your sleep was light and thankfully, dreamless.

Sleep held you hostage for several hours before jolting you awake in a cold sweat, as the fervent need to expel your stomach sent you scrambled to the black porcelain latrine and heaved bile and wine. You were lucky you’d made it to the small washroom at all, with how quickly the intoxicated need took hold of your consciousness.

“Well now, haven’t we been here before?”

You could hear the smirk on Finnick’s face before you’d even finished wiping your mouth on a strip of bath tissue.

“Get out.”

Your tone was cold, glare laced with irritation, as you shifted to clean yourself up and shakily stood after gripping the onyx rim of the washroom sink. You weren’t in the mood for idle chatter nor the taunts that glinted in the sea-green irises behind you. “If you’re just here to gloat or say, “I told you so,” you can shove it. I’ve had enough false charm and teasing, Peacock.”

“Peacock? Is that a new pet name, hm? What was it you told Caesar? Oh, yes - that you would never fall for a stuck-up Peacock like me in mm��say, a thousand years? Maybe Mr. Flickerman was on to something."

"Fuck you, Odair."

Venom spits from your lips as you finally turn, only to be caught off guard by meeting that insufferable smirk mere inches from your face. The two of you were on a fairly level height, but the slight slouch in the boy's stance hinted that he was taller. Your palms connect with honey-tanned skin as you shove the vain Darling back to get around him. "Get out of my room." You quip, blood simmering in your veins as you thrust a pointed finger toward the open door. The swagger in the boy's walk almost had your eye twitching as the various reasons you'd disliked the boy before became crystal clear in the front of your mind. Whatever regret for your previous outburst, or feelings that had flickered between you two in the medical bay were gone, replaced by whatever Golden Boy persona had infected Finnick and twisted calm concern in his eyes to an unreadable cruelty. You hated the boy standing in your doorway.

"Get. Out."

Finnick simply shook his head, before sauntering out of the room, not bothering to mention you’d slept through breakfast. Again.

As the industrial door slid shut behind the boy, that thread snapped tight in his chest again. Swallowing thickly, Finnick shoved his hands deep into his pockets and tried to shrug off the tightness in his chest. The words had tumbled from his lips quicker and harsher than intended and he felt like kicking himself in the ass for his actions. The phantom touch of your hands pressing into his chest made the pink crescents on his forearms sting, and he had to reach up and pick an invisible piece of lint from his tunic for any sense of relief. Maybe he should let you hate him, keep up the act, and remain at arm's length instead of nursing that tight string in his chest linking back to you. You were frightened, traumatized beyond belief, and you just wanted to go home.

Mags was sure to chew him out for a good hour on his behavior well into the late afternoon.

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Play Time (Matt Murdock x f!Reader x Frank Castle)

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A/N: Hiii! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy! A part 2 will definitely be coming soon because this one ends sort of abruptly??? It was already over 3,000 words and I didn’t want to make it too long lol. Not beta read and written in various hospital chairs so bear with me here.

Request: Hiiiii! Can I do a request where it's matt x reader x frank. Matt comes home to his wife is in their shower with Frank (her other partner). Frank didn't know that reader wasn't allowed any play time until Matt got home.

(Part 2)

Summary: Matt tells Reader that she can't have playtime until he gets home, but Frank doesn't know that. When Matt comes home early and finds Frank inbetween Reader's legs, she gets punished by both of them.

(Warnings: hello so much smut literally buckle your seatbelts, dom!frank, dom!!!!matt, brat!reader, spanking, oral (fem receiving), edging, frank is a big ole softie, Matt/Frank call reader 'Kitten')

“Oh my god, Frank.” You groaned, leaning your head back against the shower wall in a hurried motion.

“You like that, baby?” He grunted, pressing his tongue against your core with so much ferocity that you thought you might faint.

“I’m-” You stuttered, gasping as he ran his middle finger down your slick folds. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

He hummed against your core, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. A guttural moan crawled out of your throat and bounced off the walls in a faded echo. He was toying with you, but you didn’t mind. The water was so warm that steam had begun bellowing over the glass door, hugging the reflective surfaces in a soft haze.

You were so close. You could feel the beginnings of what would be an intense orgasm forming in your gut, and you clenched your toes in anticipation.

“You’re taking such good care of me.” You mewled, running your fingers through Frank’s hair.

“You’re god damn right, I am.” He grunted, and you knew you’d won him over. Frank’s favorite thing in the world was when you or Matt ran your fingers through his hair, and you knew exactly when to deploy that tactic. Normally, touching Frank without permission during sex was off limits, but he was being generous tonight, and you were soaking up as much of it as possible. He’d grant you the orgasm this time, and you were ever so thankful for his generosity.

Frank plunged his finger deep inside you as he began to nip and suck at your clit. Your legs began shaking, and your eyes rolled back as your core tightened. You were seconds, milliseconds away from coming all over Frank’s tongue when you heard the front door slam.

Oh shit.

You tensed, turning your head towards the open bathroom door. Frank paused his movement, and the pleasure of your almost-orgasm ebbed away in an anxious haze.

“It’s just Red.” Frank mumbled, watching you intently. Your eyes were wide, shifting between the doorway and the shower head.

“Fuck.” You whispered, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth. Frank’s brow furrowed, and he rose to his full height in front of you. “I’m so totally screwed. He wasn’t supposed to be back for hours.”

“What did you do?” Frank grumbled, taking your jaw in his massive hand and forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t be mad.” You started, worry evident in your expression.

“What. Did. You. Do?”

“I wasn’t supposed to have playtime until Matty got home.” You whispered in a voice that could only be described as horror-stricken.

Frank’s expression morphed from confusion into amusement, and soon he was chuckling, shaking his head at your arrogance. He softened his hold on your jaw and lowered his hand, lightly tugging you toward him by your throat. His lips grazed the curve of your ear as he spoke.

“You’re in for a long night, sweetheart.”

You balked, suddenly terrified to face the wrath of not one, but two dominating lovers. Frank didn’t appreciate being tricked, and Matt had made it abundantly clear that morning that you were not to have any fun until he got home from patrolling. When Frank had trudged through the door an hour ago, it was immediately clear that he had no idea of Matt’s rule, and you’d taken advantage of his ignorance in the worst way possible.

You knew Matt had heard everything. He’d probably homed in on your moans as soon as he was within a two-mile radius of his apartment, hence the door being slammed to announce his arrival. He was home, and he was pissed.

Your gaze drifted to the doorway. Where before there had been an empty space, lit only by the glow of a lamp, now stood the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, broad and menacing in his gear. You suddenly had a firm understanding of the fear many criminals felt when Matt interrupted their nights. Any relatively intelligent person would take one look at him and sprint in the opposite direction, but the pounding in your core amped up at the sight of him, and the smirk on his face wasn’t helping.

Frank reached around you, turning the shower off and grabbing a towel. He slid the door open and stepped out, still chuckling as he dried himself off. The cool air settled on your body, and your nipples hardened in anticipation of your punishment. They wouldn’t be gentle, and you resisted the urge to clench your thighs together at the thought of it.

“Red.” Frank acknowledged Matt with a nod of his head. “Our kitten’s been naughty.”

Matt tilted his head in response, and you got the sudden feeling that you were being scrutinized. Matt hadn’t said a word, and the longer he stayed silent, the more your core pounded between your thighs. Oh, Matty was pissed.

“So it seems.”

Matt’s voice, the Devil’s voice, was so rough that you could’ve sworn you felt it brush against the inside of your thigh as he spoke. Your knees buckled as his voice echoed around the room, and even Frank paused his movements for a moment to look at Matt. Frank couldn’t deny his attraction to Matt when he was like this, so riled up from the night of patrolling, any more than you could deny how incredibly turned on you got when he let the Devil come out to play.

You took a hesitant step out of the shower, reaching for the towel you’d laid out for yourself earlier. Matt clicked his tongue, halting your movement mid-reach. Frank snickered, leaning against the counter and looking Matt up and down. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Frank was buzzing with excitement about this. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. That would just increase the punishment tenfold.

Frank moved across the room, lightly tapping Matt’s jaw with his index finger before tugging the helmet off his head. You watched as they came to an unspoken agreement, and when Frank turned around to smirk at you, your eyes widened with unease. Frank marched out of the room, a light chuckle following him as he made his way out of sight.

It was just you and Matt now, and you wanted nothing more than to smooth the furrow in his brow.

“Matty, I-”

“Did I say you could speak?” He interrupted, clenching his fists.

“No.” You shook your head, sighing as you realized you wouldn’t be able to talk your way out of this one tonight.

“No, what?” He chided.

“No, sir.” You mumbled, clenching your thighs together.

Matt circled you, predator stalking prey, and pulled you backwards, flush against the armor of his abdomen. His hands roamed your torso, barely grazing the underside of your breasts. His teeth skimmed the skin of your neck, and you panted when you felt his desire for you digging into your back.

“What’s our safe word, darling?” He murmured, nipping at the sweet spot beneath your ear.

“Satin.” You panted, pressing yourself further into his hold. His hand trailed between the valley of your breasts, up across your collarbone until it wrapped around your throat. He squeezed lightly, emphasizing his command.

“I want you face down on the bed. You are not, under any circumstances, going to touch yourself. Think you can do that, Kitten?”

“Yes, sir.” You responded, nodding eagerly at the thought of him pounding into you. He released his hold on you, turning as he began removing his armor piece by piece. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tried not to drool when his muscles came into view.

“Thirty seconds.” He grunted, unzipping his pants. You snapped into action, hurrying out the door and onto the bed.

Frank was sitting in an armchair across the room, relaxed in a way that only made you more eager to feel him inside of you. His head was leaning against the wall behind him, and his hands were clasped on his stomach. His legs, large and muscular, were stretched out in front of him. He was a poster child for peace, and it made you antsy. You weren’t expecting him to let you off so easy.

He had pulled a pair of sweatpants on, but his upper half remained bare. You didn’t know how you’d gotten so lucky with your partners. Both were incredibly strong, chiseled as if they were sculpted by the Gods, and you couldn’t get enough of simply looking at them, let alone getting to love them.

You crawled up the bed on your hands and knees, settling yourself on the soft comforter. You crossed your ankles and rested your chin on your folded arms, sighing as your body sunk into the mattress. A small smile rested on Frank’s face as he intensely watched you make yourself comfortable, and a sense of unease passed over you.

“Do you think he’ll go easy on me?” You asked, blinking at Frank with doe-like eyes. Any other night, a glance like that one would’ve driven Frank to the point of fucking you sideways, but tonight, he barely acknowledged your question. His grin widened, and you would be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t throbbing to the point of aching. Whatever they had in store for you, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk properly in the morning.

“Frank,” you whined, shifting your weight so that the comforter would rub against your core, “I need you.” A spark of pleasure rushed through your body as you continued to rut against the comforter, and you could tell you were already soaking through the material. Frank hazily blinked at you, watching your hips with an intensity that would frighten most people. He loudly sighed, chuckling and shaking his head as he looked directly over your shoulder.

You froze. He had to be looking at-

“What are we going to do with you, Kitten? You can’t follow simple instructions?”

Matt was a looming presence behind you, and you couldn’t resist the urge to talk back, even though you weren’t particularly in a position to do so.

“You told me not to touch myself. I wasn’t touching myself.” You mumbled, small smirk playing on your lips.

It was the wrong thing to say, of course, and the thrill that coursed through your veins when Matt flipped you over and furiously tugged you towards him was almost enough to make you come.

“You are such a brat.” He muttered, clutching your throat in his hand. He tugged on the ends of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Is this what you want? To be punished by us?”

Your eyes flicked over towards Frank, who was now leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze had morphed from hazy to pure lust, and the primal urge to jump into his arms and let him fuck you into next week was a keen reminder of the pounding in your core.

You shifted your weight, leaning forward so that your position mimicked one of a begging lover.

“Yes, please, sir. I deserve it.”

Matt wasn’t a monster. If you wanted to be punished, he would indulge you for as long as you could take it. He tilted his head towards Frank, who was already reaching for the belt he had discarded earlier in the evening. His fingers lightly grazed your cheekbones, and he couldn’t help but run his thumb along your lower lip. You parted your lips slightly, allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth.

“You gonna take it like a good girl?” Matt asked, barely managing to conceal his groan when you started sucking on his finger.

“Don’t get distracted, Red. She’s a god damned seductress.”

Frank’s voice carried across the room, and you glared daggers at him when Matt suddenly pulled his hand away from your mouth. You had almost managed to make Matt forget why he was angry, and if Frank wasn’t so ticked off that you’d tricked him, he might’ve let you get away with it.

“You know what to do, Kitten.” Matt muttered.

You jumped from your spot on the bed, hurrying toward Frank, who had opened his arm in welcome. You crawled into Frank’s lap, leaning your upper body across the arm of the chair. Your ass and legs were seductively draped across Frank’s lap, and it didn’t take long for Frank to swing his hand down, smacking the back of your thigh with a loud clap.

You yelped, whining as pleasure snaked up your body. The jingle of the belt buckle in Matt’s hands had your toes curling in anticipation.

The first slap of the belt against your skin was light, almost like a test swing. You bucked against Frank, panting. The second one stung, and you couldn’t help the loud moan you let out in response. The third had heat curling in your core so tightly that you thought you may burst.

A pressure along your thighs had you whining, and before you could comprehend what or who was playing with you, the slap of the belt on your ass combined with the plunging of Frank’s fingers deep inside of you had you gasping for air.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Frank grunted, teasing you with long, slow strokes of his finger. “Feel how wet our kitten is, Red.”

Frank pulled his hand away from your entrance, running his fingers along the back of your thigh. Matt lightly grazed your ass with his hand, careful not to irritate the raised welts that the belt had produced. He teased your entrance, sucking in a harsh breath when he felt just how slick your cunt was.

“Fuck, Kitten. It’s almost like you wanted this to happen.”

You turned your head, eyes wide as Frank and Matt realized how terribly they’d fallen for your little game. Of course, you had wanted this to happen. When Matt had warned you not to play until he got home, you had accepted it as a dare to get caught.

“Temptress.” Frank muttered.

Matt didn’t say anything. Instead, he plunged two fingers into you and pumped them in and out so rapidly that you could barely breathe. You gasped, letting out a strangled moan as he fucked you with his fingers. Your arms flailed, grabbing at anything you could hold on to, which ended up being Frank’s shoulder.

“Take it, sweetheart.” Frank murmured, holding your legs down as you moaned in pleasure. Your core had been so tightly wound after the hours of temptation that it didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of heat to spark. You squeezed your eyes shut, panting with anticipation. You were so close, so close, and then Matt’s hand was gone, and you let out the most pathetic whine you’d ever managed.

“Matty.” You sobbed, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Matt circled your limp body, still draped across Frank’s lap, and crouched in front of you. The few tears that had escaped at your delayed orgasm were wiped away as Matt caressed your face.

“What’s the matter, Kitten?” He cooed, clicking his tongue in response to your garbled whine.

“Please.” You mumbled, glancing up at him.

“Do you think she deserves to come?” Matt asked, turning his attention to Frank. “Or should we keep edging her?”

“You know how I feel about giving her what she wants.” Frank mumbled, and you couldn’t help the smirk that encompassed your face. Frank could be as brutal and dominating as Matt, but he was always the first one to crack when you started begging. He would always give you what you wanted.

“Lay on the bed, Kitten. We’re going to take good care of you.” Matt pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, and you sighed in contentment when he pushed your hair out of your face.

You pushed yourself out of Frank’s lap and made your way back to the bed on wobbly legs. You flopped down on your back, glancing towards Matt and Frank as they exchanged low whispers. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Matt’s hand had begun caressing Frank’s abdomen in smooth strokes, circling lower until he reached the waistline of his sweatpants.

Frank nodded, agreeing with whatever Matt had suggested, and flopped down on the bed next to you. As soon as he began touching you, the fire that had been stomped out moments before slowly rekindled. You trembled with desire as his hand swept over your collarbone and lightly wrapped around your throat. He tilted your head toward him and finally brought his lips to yours in a lustful kiss.

You moaned into Frank’s mouth, which fueled his passion even more. He wrapped his hand around your jaw, effectively gaining control of your head movement, and shoved his tongue against yours. You vaguely wondered where Matt had disappeared to, but you didn’t wonder for long. A slow, sensual lick between your folds told you exactly where he’d situated himself, and you couldn’t help but whine.

Something you’d learned early on with Matt was how incredibly talented he was at everything he tried. Eating pussy was no different. Matthew Murdock ate pussy like it was his last meal on Earth, and you’d grown extremely fond of this attribute.

Your legs began to shake as Matt assaulted your cunt with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and spit with a ferocity only he could accomplish, and soon you were panting and whining so much that Frank lowered his attention to your breasts.

As soon as Frank’s lips wrapped around your nipple, you were a goner. You arched into both men’s mouths as a white flash of heat overtook your body. A loud moan escaped your throat, one that Matt matched as he continued to lick your cunt, which sent you into an oversensitive haze. Your heart thundered against your ribs, and it felt like an eternity before you could breathe again.

When you finally opened your eyes, desire once again buried itself deep in your core. The lower half of Matt’s face was slick with your arousal, and Frank was eyeing you with a lustful gaze. Both were rock hard, and you suddenly felt like you might die if you didn’t have them inside of you soon.

“I want-” you panted, losing the second half of your sentence. Frank leaned his cheek into your hand while Matt ran his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion.

“What do you want, Kitten?” Frank cooed, kissing your palm.

“I want you. Both of you.”

Frank smirked, cupping your cunt with his massive hand. You jumped with oversensitivity but spread your legs wider anyway. “All you had to do was ask, Kitten.”

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stuffforme2 · 22 days

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Okay listen I lvoe the pjo books and series with all ym heart but.. everyone talks about them like they're perfect WHICH THEYRE NOT any problems are kinda brushed under the rug and I find thst kinda werid? Like you'll see other books and TV shows get dragged and canceled for the stuff in Riordan books and yet pjo doesn't?? So.. uhhHHHH yeah that's jsut something I noticed.

The weird relationshipd ynamics. Rick is like allergic to someone bring okay with being single or jsut aromantic like you can say Reyna but her having a crush kn Jason?? Yes she rejected Apollo but her relationship with Jason deterioted brcuz she had a 'crush' on the guy and that doesn't really amke sense to me (I can go into so much detail kn this)

AND LEO AND CALYPSO OMFG that is a toxic relationship. The age gap. The way calypso treats Leo. The fact Leo SHOULD NOT be with someone like this man hasn't dealt with his attachment and Abandonment issues like st all?!

The literal only black character in the pjo books being beckendorf.. then he dies. Then the Korean/Asian (I'm not sure sorry) character dies, Ethan. And like I understand Percy is hinted st being Hispanic (have seen many ppl talk about this dont mnow if it's common knowldhe) but it's never confirmed or added??? I know Rick fixes it later but it's still weird to me lmaoo

Rick unable to keep consistent personality. Woobigying Nico OH MY GOD NICO HE BECOMES GAY AND THSTS WHDT EVERYONE FUCKING FOCUSES ON AND HE SHOULD'VE NEVER GOTTEN WITH WILL ATLWAST NOT THAT QUICK it's not healthy. Their relationship was rushed and didn't make sense I felt like people only like ot becuz it's a gay relationship??

And oh mygods— Samirah. I am not Muslim and I am not an expert on the Nuslim religion but there is so much shitbthatbeas wrong in thst book that I even knew was incorrect and jsut weird to happen?! The AMOUNT OF TIMES HER HIJAB CAME OFF and I'm also like "yaayyyy representation" but it could've been as easy as one Google search. one.

Jason. Jason as a whole. He had the most potential out of ANYONE and personally I think he had more potential then Percy like his story is so INTERESTING and then.. Rick knocked him iut with a brick multiple times, didn't work kn his sotry or trauma at all, then KILLED HIM. Same with Ethan. I am so Vitter about these two.. HELL EVEN LEO AND FRANK.

Also the way he made Annabeth first quest (first quest SHE IS LEADING AND IS HER PROHECY) all about Percy. I was reading it and I was like "bitxh— this is Annabeth Quest?!" LIKE he it pissed me off that Annabeth was swept to rhe side as Percy's lvoe interest giving her knly enough personality and stary to make her jnteredting enough to eb loved but never delving jntk it into Mark kf Athena and even at Mark of Athena it all rounded back tk her and Percy's relationship LIKE JESUS CHRIST DO THESE MFERS PASS THE BELLDAN TEST?!

The low key incest at the beginning ricj writing that all the demigods had the same impish features at rhe start and then.. jsut.. CHSNGING IT?!

Not letting a virgin goddess who has no history of having children have.. children.. NOW you may be wondering 'but then how would we get Annabeth?'— JUST GiVE ATHENA HER FAVOURITE CHOSEN PPL LIKE SHE DID WITH ODYSSEUS let her stay childless. Jsut let her choose some children she'd like as hers wonce they're Bron and she then blesses them as her heroes, that's how she treats them any way and it also gets rid of the incest?!

Also the fact it's implied that Annabeth is only smart becuz she's a child of Athena.. Rick made a virgin goddess technically have children so he can have a smart women character and that's just.. EuGGHHhHHh JUST LET HER BE SMART IT NOT THAT HARD "Oh, no, I'm not smart because Athena chose me.. Athena chose me because I was already smart" Smacks you with common fucking sense.

Also Annabeth ALWAYS needing to eb saves and its always done by a man. OMFG AND GROVES GF DHE HAS NO PERSONALITY OUTSIDE OF BEING SOEM GUSY GF EVEN THOUGH HES GONE FOR MKNTHS AND BAREKY CONTAXTS HER?!

The whole apheodite cabin. The whole aphrodite cabin. The whole aphrodite cabin.

The fact it's clear Rick doesn't think girly girls cant be strong or into fighting or able to wield a fuckign weapon. The way he makes nearly every girly girl into a total mean bitch or ruins their characters.

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albertasunrise · 8 months

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Back to Reality - Oops Baby

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Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy 😘)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

You gawked at Ben as the piece of information he'd given you set in. Frankie. Your Frankie thought you were dead. Ben watched you closely as a myriad of emotions flitted across your face. His arms gently bounced Esme as she settled against his firm chest and fell asleep once more. He knew this was a difficult idea to process but he also knew that you had to understand that Frank was delicate right now and needed time to assimilate this world instead of the one he'd been trapped in for weeks.

"Titch?" He piped up after you had been silent a while, his eyes searching your face for any sort of understanding.

"He thinks I'm dead?" You asked and he nodded grimly "What?… How?… What do you mean?"

"When he woke the first time, he was sobbing about how he was going to see 'her' again. Initially, I had thought he meant Mel but it soon became clear it was you he was talking about." Ben answered as he rested his cheek against the crown of Emse's head "The doctor believes that when he was in a coma he was dreaming but aspects of reality trickled in." He continued "So those days we sat by his bedside and you asked him to come back to you, he could hear you. Or I suppose the ghost of you."

You couldn't hold back the sob that fell from your lips. Your heart shattered completely and you sank to the floor as you processed what Ben had said.

"So all that time he's been living in a world where I died and he's had to raise little Esme all alone." It wasn't a question. It was just you stating a simple fact and Ben could do nothing but watch as you fell apart on the clinical hospital floor.

"Titch, I know this is a lot to take in and I know your first instinct is probably to run back in there and try a convince him that this world is real and that you are too but…"

"I know what you're going to say, Ben." You interrupted "He's fragile and we need to be careful with him. I get it!" You snapped "I will stay away."

"That's not what I am saying." Ben groaned as he carefully lowered himself onto the ground beside you, his large hand cradling Esme's head as he slid down the lino-covered wall "He just needs a few days to adjust. He's been in a coma for close to two months. He's confused and it's going to take a few days for the fog to clear. So perhaps we ease him into this gently."

You nodded, knocking a few tears loose with the action and Ben smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"He's back with us Titch and he's getting better." Ben stated as he nuzzled the downy hair on Esme's head "You and him and Esme are going to be a family but he's still got a road ahead of him."

You nodded, taking Ben's free hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"We just need to help him walk it. At whatever pace he can manage."

The next few days were torture. You avoided the hospital like the plague, handing Emse off to Ben each day so that he could take her to see Frankie. You knew he was going to try and get Frankie to come around to the fact that you are real. That this isn't a dream but Frank was out of it during his visits. They had kept him mildly sedated in order to keep him calm as he got used to being awake. Ben and Will watched as his awareness slowly but surely ebbed its way through. Fish became a little more coherent with each visit.

"You think you feel up to holding her today?" Asked Ben as he took the bottle of water Frankie had been sipping from off of the man and placed it on the table "She seems smaller than I remember." The man said and Ben shared a look with Will.

"Remember what we talked about yesterday Catfish?" Will asked as he perched on the bed "You've been sleeping for a while and what you remember of Esme was a dream."

Frank's brows drew together as he tried to remember the conversation in question. Things were still so fuzzy. Memories felt heavy but he tried to figure out which ones were real and which ones were just a coma-induced fantasy.

"Who's been taking care of Esme whilst I've been gone?" He asked, his voice quiet and uncertain as his eyes flitted between the two Miller brothers.

"Titch has been." Ben stated "She woke up a few days after you had your heart attack." He continued as he placed his hand on his friend's and squeezed in in a reassuring gesture "She really wants to see you… She's missed you like crazy."

Frank just closed his eyes and shook his head as a few silent tears slipped down his flushed cheeks "Why would you say that to me." He choked "Why give me hope when there isn't any."

"Fish I am telling you the god's honest truth." Ben urged "Titch didn't die. It was all a dream."

"Ben." Will piped up, giving his younger brother a look that silently said 'That's enough.'

"I would like to hold my daughter now." Frankie stated plainly and Benny nodded, smiling down at little Esme as he scooped her up and placed her into her father's waiting arms.

The pilot beamed as he looked down at his daughter and it was the first time in days that either Miller brother had witnessed genuine joy from the older man.

"Hello, princessa." He cooed as he placed a kiss on the tip of her nose "You are so pretty." He resumed as he stroked her plump cheek with the tip of his pointer finger "Just like your mumma."

"Titch is such a natural with her man." Ben beamed as he watched the scene unfold "Seems to know what Esme wants before she even cries. It's mad." He chuckled but Frankie didn't look at him. Didn't even acknowledge that he had spoken.

Ben's shoulders visibly shrank at that.

Will motioned for Ben to follow him as he stood from where he had perched on the bed and made his way out into the hall, letting the pilot know they'd be back in a moment before stepping far enough away that they were out of earshot.

"I think we need to bring Titch to visit." Will stated plainly.

"But he still doesn't believe she's alive." Ben argued, glancing at the man through the glass wall of his cubical before returning his attention to Will.

"He's stable. The doctor said today that his vitals are strong and he's confident that the worst is behind." Will stated as he scraped a hand over his short blonde hair "I think it's time we bring her here. So that he can see for himself that she's alive and well."

"I don't know Will." Ben replied, shaking his head as he thought about it "You remember how he was last time he saw her."

"He had just woken up from a 7-week coma and he was confused." Wil growled "He is now awake, lucid and talking so I think now is the time to rip that bandaid off. We're gonna need to eventually"

Ben nodded. He knew his brother was right. Frankie was going to have to see you at some point and he had promised you that it was a few days that Fish needed to get himself used to this reality. Well, those 'few days' had long passed.

"Fine." Ben conceded "I will bring her with me tomorrow when I come to see him with Titchy." He replied "You're right."

"I know." Will teased as he gave his bother a friendly pat on the arm "Happens more often than you think."

"Shut up." Ben grumbled before they returned to the pilot's room.

"Are you sure about this Ben?" You asked as he led the way to Frankie's room.

When he had said it was time you visited with him and Esme you had been sceptical. You didn't want to go through another ordeal like the one you had experienced before. In just over a week you had witnessed him go into cardiac arrest and then wake up and beg you to leave him alone.

You weren't sure how much more your heart could take.

"Will said that it's time we rip that bandaid off and I agree." He stated simply as they came to the ICU "He's stable and getting stronger every day so I think it's time he starts to get used to the idea that you are very much alive and kicking."

"Your arse if this doesn't go well." You added and he chuckled.

"Fair enough."

You stopped outside Frankie's cubicle and noted he was sleeping and you felt yourself grow more and more nervous by the second. Ben didn't need to look at you to see this.

"I will go in, and let him know he has a visitor. Give me a few minutes okay?" He said softly as he placed a comforting hand on your arm "I'll wave at you to come in when he's ready okay?"

You simply nodded and watched as Ben stepped inside the glass room, his smile growing wide as Frankie's eyes cracked open and fixed on him.

…

"How are you feeling this morning brother?" He asked as he sat himself down beside his friend.

"Little stronger today." The pilot answered and Ben grinned at his reply.

"That's good Fishcakes." He chucked when the pilot groaned at the nickname "Feeling up to a visitor?" He asked and Frankie gave him a perplexed look "Titch is here." Ben stated and Frankie's eyes widened "She really wants to see you." He finished as he looked over his shoulder at you stood in the ward as you fidgetted with your hands.

Frankie's eyes followed Ben's and his eyes widened further as he saw you standing there.

"You can see her?" He asked Ben and the younger man chuckled.

"Course I can."

"She's really there?" He asked and Ben just smiled at him sweetly and nodded before motioning to you to come in.

You nervously stepped inside. Esme's carrier in one hand and the other pushing the glass door open. Your eyes never left Franks. Not even when you placed the carrier down on the floor beside you. The two of you just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before Ben finally spoke up.

"I'll leave you two to catch up." He said as he picked up Esme "We're gonna go say hi to Esme's fans… Aren't with Titchy." He said as his voice adopted that high-pitched tone that was only for her.

Neither of you looked away as he left. You just continued to stare like it had been years rather than weeks without seeing or speaking to each other. When you couldn't take the silence anymore you spoke up whilst taking a seat at his bedside.

"How are you doing?" You asked, your voice quiet and timid as you searched his face for something.

"Stronger." He replied simply and you nodded "Still confused."

"I bet." You replied, trying to lighten the mood that had settled over the room "I'm so happy you're awake."

"Am I?" He asked and it was your turn to look confused "What if this is some sort of coma-induced dream?"

"Frankie-"

"How do I know that this isn't just my dying brain showing me what it is I want to see?"

Silent tears slipped down your cheeks as you and him just continued to stare at each other.

"I want to believe this is real." He hicupped as his own tears started to fall "I want to believe that the woman I love is alive and sitting right in front of me but I can't."

"I am real." You urged as you grabbed his hand and brought it to your face "Does this feel real to you?"

"Everything there felt real too!" He stated as he snatched his hand away "The pain… The heartbreak… All of that felt so real."

You sobbed loudly then as he continued.

"The pain I felt when that car struck me… it was so real. The pain of not being able to breathe as I lay there dying felt so real and I…" He trailed off but you knew what he was going to say.

He had been ready to die.

"What can I do to convince you that this is real?" You sobbed as you hugged yourself.

"I don't know." Frankie answered honestly "I don't want to accept this, that you are here right now, alive and well only for me to wake up one day in a different hospital bed and realise that it wasn't real. I can't lose you again."

"That's not going to happen!" You pleaded but he just shook his head.

"I wish I could believe that."

You were saved by the Ben.

The younger Miller strolled in with a grinning Esme in his arms and you quickly wiped away your tears and schooled your features.

"Titchy here is quick the chick magnet." Ben chuckled as he bounced her and she smiled widely as she shyly shoved her head in his chest "Awe… You weren't all shy a minute ago."

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to willingly babysit when I go back to work?" You chuckled and the man just shrugged nonchalantly.

"Because I'm an amazing uncle?"

"That you are." You said fondly as you took Esme from him "Time for someone's lunch you said as you sat down again and pulled down your tank top. Smiling as Esme eagerly latched to your breast and started to suckle.

Ben watched a moment in fondness before his eyes travelled over to Frankie who was watching in awe. His eyes were red and teary. From what, Ben wasn't sure but he did wonder if it was partly due to the beautiful spectacle of you breastfeeding Titchy.

He had been able to sense as soon as he walked in that your reunion hadn't been what you had hoped. So instead of prying, he tried to bring some joy and Titchy was nothing but pure joy in his eyes. He knew that both you and Frankie would talk about what had happened when you were ready. He wasn't going to push the subject. He knew this was going to take time and he was there for the ride.

So in the following weeks, You visited with Ben, hoping that each visit would bring him around to the idea that you were alive and that this wasn't some fever dream.

Then when the doctor announced that Frankie was well enough to go home, Ben helped you move into the pilot's house. You had figured he would be more comfortable in his own environment but he still needed help. He was getting stronger every day but he still had days where he felt rough and bone tired.

"Can I get you anything else?" You asked as you walked into the lounge and placed the freshly brewed coffee you'd made for him down on the table beside him.

Today was one of Frank's worse days. But he hadn't wanted to stay cooped up in bed. So you had helped him to the couch that you had set up with pillows and soft blankets. Esme was now napping on his bare chest, skin-on-skin time being something he had demanded the moment he had gotten home. You couldn't help but glance at the large scar between his pectorals. It was healing well but still looked pink and slightly angry. It was a clean cut. Almost a perfect straight line, right down the centre of his chest. The surgeon had said he was sure that with time, the scar would fade to the point that he almost wouldn't notice it but Frankie hadn't really cared all that much.

He was littered with scars from battle after all.

"No, thank you." Frankie replied as he glanced up at you and smiled before returning his attention to the drooling baby on his chest "She's so perfect." He stated as you sat down on the armchair across from him "I still can't believe that you and me made her."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." You chuckled "I still have to pinch myself on the daily because I can't believe she's real." You flinched at your statement, internally scorning yourself for your choice of words but Frank didn't appear to be phased.

"I hope she is." Was all he said as he stroked her cheek with his thumb, smiling sweetly at his precious angel.

You watched him for a while. Admiring how much of a natural he was with her. Since getting him back home you had started to express, allowing him to do some of the feeds whilst you cooked or cleaned, whatever needed doing.

Frankie did what he could on the days he felt well enough but on the days that he didn't you know he was torturing himself. He hated how weak he felt. This was a man who had never been afforded the opportunity to be weak. He was expected to be strong every day of his life. To walk away from battle even if he'd taken a bullet to the leg.

"I never told you how wonderful Esme Nursery is!" You said after a little while "You didn't such a wonderful job. Especially as you were squeezing it in between caring for her and visiting me in the hospital."

This made Frankie pause and he blinked up at you as he studied you closely.

"Ben told me that if you weren't with me at the hospital or caring for Esme, you were spending every waking moment getting that nursery finished."

"I had to keep myself distracted." He replied, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he remembered how every time he'd closed his eyes, he pictured you as your face paled and your eyes had drooped. The alarms had rung in his ears for days.

"I know it must have been really hard for you, Fish." You said softly as you gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Not as hard as it's been for you." You didn't react to this.

This was the first time he'd acknowledged you and what you had likely been through whilst he'd been in a coma. He had still been weary of believing you were real. The odd comment here or there making it clear to you that he still didn't believe this was real.

But you could see that he wanted to.

"I don't want this to end." He whispered, so quietly that you almost missed it but you didn't.

"It won't." You replied with a smile.

Frankie glanced at you and noted a new expression you'd not seen before. Something that almost looked like hope so you hoped that your next statement would give him that.

"We're here to stay."

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howlingmod · 1 year

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Nighttime Friend

summary ; reader is some sort of scrapped character and is also wally’s slightly scary looking friend . wally likes scary people /ref

tw ; body horror? described reader very little but they are meant to be. well. Scrapped. , very very very fast and loose canon compliancy wise … mix of drabble and hcs for my own sanity. alternates from 'in show' to 'real world' type of setting ! maybe confusing. + very little proofreading

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It’d been such a nice day out today. The clouds had given way for the sun to shine upon every flower and the trees had gave way for comfortable patches of shade and the grass had given way for a comfortable bed which in turn gave way for someone to rest on it for a while. Wally had found himself enjoying recreating his scenery quite a bit today, there were just so many little details to add and take in to capture in oil paints. It truly, truly was such a wonderful day.

And yet, he couldn’t help but be excited for it to end.

Not out of exhaustion or irritation! No, no, quite the opposite, really! He loved spending time with his friends out and about, even if they would just stop by to talk while he painted, he loved every moment of it. Yet, he always knew that he was missing one of his friends whenever he was out like this. He couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift off to the one person he’d never had come up to talk to him as he finished the wings of a butterfly or simply sit in contentment with when brushstrokes closed off a leaf on a tree.

So, when the sky had begun to shift colors, he was quick to pack his supplies away. The sun gave way for the beginnings of stars, the heat ebbed away to a comfortable medium that gave way for the cozy mental image of a light blanket. He’d returned a quick, whipping wave from Julie with a cooler, lazier one of his own and a chimed ‘Good night, neighbor.’ He’d given well wishes to Frank and a light-hearted ‘Don’t stay up too late,’ to Howdy, so on and so forth. He’d always liked giving his friends one last little reminder that he cared about them before he returned back home. He liked making sure his friends were happy, that was always very, very important to Wally.

As such, he always made sure to make sure you were happy, too.

As far as he could tell, none of his other friends knew about you. He’d asked Sally if she’d ever seen someone about your height in her audiences, asked Eddie if he’d ever seen a letter with an odd address, and Barnaby if he’d ever heard a specific kind of laugh. All of his questions came back with uncertain answers, they could recall something similar, but there was never anything definite. They could feel like they'd seen something not far off from his description, but it never was on the mark.

(To be entirely fair, he couldn’t really remember when he’d first seen you either though. It comes out foggy whenever he tries to recall, vague shapes and colors all blurring together incoherently when he tries to think of the first thing you’d ever said to him. He hopes he didn’t say anything silly to you. He likes making a good first impression, after all!)

[He couldn't remember what you originally looked like anymore. It was all just blobs of colors in his mind. He couldn't find any recordings or artwork. He couldn't find the portrait of you from that one episode recorded a long time ago. He knew he hadn't gotten rid of it. It was hidden, somewhere in that workshop.]

He’d offered to introduce you to them properly, a few times now. You’d always shake your head quickly, insisting you weren’t ready to be seen yet. That was alright, he just figured you were a little shy. Maybe you’d get along well with Poppy … He could wait to find that out.

(He could pick up on the unspoken bits. You weren’t ready to be seen like this. You didn’t know what they would say. He could understand. He didn’t like being seen with his hair down. Friends or not, there was always that nagging, wasn’t there?)

[So why, then, did he not worry about hiding away when he’d return with hair flattened by rain or bedhead in the mornings? Why then did you slink out whenever he’d come back to ask how his day was? Why was it different? Why did he feel different when it came to you? Why did he feel different about you? Is this how friends think of eachother? He didn’t think about anyone else in the neighborhood like this. Why was it that whenever you’d dismiss his offers words would pool on his tongue, tied by something unfamiliar and new-]

“I’m home, dear!” He was never one to change his volume much, he’d always struggled with getting much louder than his normal speaking voice. Yet, he’d always get just a bit louder whenever making this (quite uneeded, you could hear the door closing along with his footsteps) announcement of sorts.

He could feel his smile grow just a tad wider when he’d picked up on those telltale, quiet footfalls from somewhere else in Home. He could feel something or other pull at his chest when you’d finally shambled into view, instinctively stepping forward to help close the gap. It was something of a routine, at this point, evident in how you’d leaned down the moment he’d his hands up to you, finding their place at the sides of your face.

(You felt different from him and his friends, less soft and more scratchy. Not to any jarring degree, just enough that when he’d brush a thumb over your cheeks or your hand he would pick up on the difference. It was a curious little bit, to him.)

[You’d remarked on the difference yourself, once. You’d been particularly touchy that day, holding his face in your hands and raking nails through the shortest parts of his hair. You’d said he felt so fuzzy. You’d said you missed feeling fuzzy too. You didn’t say anything else that night. He’d taken to tracing shapes on your hands and arms when you both finally laid down. His tongue was tied again, surplus of words choked back. He liked the way you felt, it was unique to you. He didn’t mind the difference, he didn’t mind that you looked different, it wasn’t your fault, there were just some budget cuts that-]

You didn’t have to speak, either, with how familiar and treaded this routine was he already knew what you were asking when you’d tug on one of his sleeves and nudge further into his hands.

(You didn’t talk too much, you said that it felt funny if you did it for too long. He could vaguely understand that, your voice sounded just a tad different to the others as well. You obviously had your own tone and vocal quirks, but it was always just a little off in some indescribable way. There was always something humming underneath your words, like feedback on a microphone.)

[He was finding he rather liked the sound of feedback on a microphone. He was finding he rather liked you, he was finding himself imagining you waving him over while having tea with Julie, or laughing at something Barnaby said at a picnic while you sat next to him, or some other little fantasy. They felt so real that it hurt to think about. If he could just find lots of thread and more of your original parts then maybe things could go back to that script-]

“Oh, I have so much to tell you! Sally’s working on another play, and it’s actually very interesting so far. It’s about …”

-Wally finds you veeerry very interesting in many ways. He won’t pry too much if he ever notices his questions seem to upset you, but do expect an inquiry or two about this and that. They mostly revolve around how certain things feel for you, after all, he’d hate to do something to accidentally make you uncomfortable! Oh, it’s too hard for you to lift something up? That’s ok, he can get it for you! It’s too uncomfortable to talk? Just fine! He’s got plenty to talk to you about in your stead.

-When you’d first started interacting, the staring was a point of discomfort. You knew he likely didn’t mean anything by it, but it was hard to not feel just a little anxious under his gaze. While you knew he was just like that, it didn’t stop you from worrying if he was judging you- which! he has (and will!) reassure you time and time again that he would never do! He loves you far too much to do anything like that :[ … while he definitely struggled with remembering to, he made an effort to try and . not . stare too much, and even when he did he would focus on select things (your eyes were his favorite by far, scuffs from landing the floor time and time again and all) rather than you overall in hopes you wouldn’t worry as much. If it’s ever one of those days where you just can’t seem to stand being looked at by any means, he offers to walk around in a blind-fold. He does NOT care if he trips and falls, he just wants his dear friend to be happy. Besides, you tend to keep him safe when he sticks by your side, so he trusts you won’t let him make an utter fool of himself.

-On better days, though, he likes to paint you. He likes painting all of his friends, of course, but it’s different when it comes to you. Every last portrait makes him find some little detail he hadn’t noticed before. Just last week he’d noticed you had multicolored scraps of fabric sticking out just above one of your wrists. The week before that he’d noticed one of your fingers had dark blue stitched attaching it to your hand. So on, so forth. (While he struggles with his words when it comes to you, he really does find you captivating. You’re full of so many little bits and pieces all entangled in such an interesting way he’s never imagined before. If he could get himself together and you could bear listening to sappy-speak at length, he would go over every last detail that he adores about you, from the scraps to the threads to the faint scuffs in your pupils. He does hope he doesn’t look too silly whenever he stares at you for a brief moment or two, it gets hard to not smile just a little wider when he’s gazing at you so.)

-VERY very big fan of cuddling with you :] your ability to not exactly fall to the same physical boundaries that him and his friends due lends to you being able to pull him just a tad closer. He likes the pressure when you lean on him with limbs keeping him close. While he does try to stay up as long as he can to spend time with you, at one point or another he does want to sleep … however that does not mean he would like you to seperate from him. Surely, you wouldn’t mind his “”“”“snoring”“”“”“”“” (read. repetition of ‘im sleeping’) too much, right? He sure hopes not, he’s a little too comfortable to really want to sleep anywhere other than in your arms.

-He tries to sneak you out in the daytime sometimes … he only does it when you’re alright with it, of course, but he’s veeerry careful. He understands you aren’t quite ready to meet all your friends (Yes, your friends. He knows they would love you, it was meant to be!) yet, so he’ll make sure to bring you to some pleasant places he knows they wouldn’t go to at that time whenever you want some fresh air. (Given the fact that you tend to be more active at night, chances are you sleep during the day. He finds your sleepiness to be very cute, so you’ll have to forgive him if he pokes just a teeeny bit of fun at you … he just thinks your tired play-arguing is fun.)

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allthenamesithinkofaretaken · 1 year

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Wally, Darling ♥ [Part 1]

[Not the only one]

Wally Darling x F! Architect! Reader

Summary:

More to Wally and MC's history, this is when (Y/n) had just recently moved to the neighborhood, so not much romance, trying to get along with everyone until Wally watches them head deep into the forest that surrounds their lovely neighborhood, where he was able to clearly see the smudge of an edge between reality and their world that he could easily cross if he so wanted, and then realizing that he wasn't the only one standing near the in between of their reality and the other.

(Y/n) was standing beside him. Eyes looking down at the same smudge of fantasy and reality beneath them.

"You can see it too?"

Bright, and sunny, and unbelievably colorful. That's what it was like when it came to waking up everyday at her new neighborhood. With the sounds of joyous laughter and chatter muffled by the windows from outside, and the chirping of the birds that had landed to peck at something on her window sill.

Her room still wasn't anything to look at right now, filled with boxes and tape and a blank canvas wall that could use some paint and decorating that she'd be glad to plan much later that day, but from the looks of it, it would be best if she planned another time.

Waking up, doing her usual morning routine, and then heading downstairs for breakfast, she was thankful that she had help of her neighbors when it came to fixing up most of what was needed, a good example being the kitchen and the appliances she needed to eat and survive for the week.

"Neighbor! Goodmorning!" Julie was the first to greet her when she opens the window in the kitchen, the bright and joyful blonde leaning in to grin at her and watch as she prepares her breakfast. "The others and I are planning on having a fun picnic out in the woods later today! We could introduce you to my brothers and sisters!"

The happiness and excitement ebbing off the blonde seemed to easily rub off on her, unable to help the grin tugging up her lips as she carefully poured the pancake batter on the pan.

"I'll be there then! Just wait for me to finish breakfast and I'll head on out!"

Julie squealed, jumping on the balls of her feet and eyes seeming to sparkle in excitement.

"We'll be waiting for you there!"

And with that, Julie was off, heading out to where Frank stood scribbling in his notebook as a butterfly landed on his outstretched finger, only for Julie to scare it away as she drags him off the front of his yard.

Wally stood near the edge of the town with almost the entirety of the neighborhood, oftentimes chatting away at anyone who regarded him in the conversation. He mostly listened in on whatever Barnaby had on his mind— he was the best of friends with him, that one— finding whatever he had to say quite funny, especially when it came to the jokes he barked here and there.

However, there was one thing that itched on the back of his mind as the conversation around him continued, the constant push and pull of thoughts that he never quite liked about the headache the 'edge' of their world brings him. And the new neighbor that was still yet to get here.

"Are we even sure that she's going to come along, Julie?" Frank easily scoffed out the question in Wally's mind, the frown on the other puppet's face was just as evident as ever.

"She will! She told me she'll catch up, and I know that she's not the type to break a promise."

Well, Wally thought. It's not like it would hurt to try and get properly acquainted with their new neighbor, wouldn't it? Besides, he hasn't had the time to get a proper chat with her especially since he was... preoccupied... with Home's antics at the time.

"I'll go check on her," he offered, the ever monotonous voice somehow easily being heard through the cacophony of complaints from Frank and Julie's teasing, the two ceasing from their 'argument' and looking at him, as much as everybody else was. "To make sure she's okay, and so she doesn't wander too far away from where we are."

What a silly excuse, he thought, no one could wander far enough from the Neighborhood and get lost. This place was as small as the back of his hand, and anyone with or without a brain could easily navigate a place as small as this.

"Oh that's a great idea!" Julie nods her head, bouncy blonde hair nodding along. "You'll also get to finally meet her!"

"Seeing you didn't have much of a chance when Home locked you in." Frank's retort made the rest of the group laugh, and a buzzing of heat and embarrassment flooded at his face, a small laugh escaping him at the memory.

"Now why did that happen, exactly?" Barnaby asks as his chuckles slowly withered out, taking a small puff from his pipe.

Wally feels a cold sweat running down his cheek. "Well," he trailed off, a hand coming up to scratch at his other arm. "I may or may not have... accidentally... broken a hinge on one of the doors that morning."

"Oh! Well, do you need help in fixing it, then?" A new voice enters the crowd, and everyone immediately turns their attention to the new— new to him— face that walks towards them, a small smile spread on her lips as she regarded him with a bright and happy wave and greeting.

"I'm (Y/n)! You must be Wally!"

"Hi," he couldn't help the grin that tugged on his lips as he takes her outstretched hand in his own and giving it a shake. "It's nice to finally meet you."

At first he thought that his monotonous greeting would unnerve her, and he'd have to explain, or one of his friends (most of the time, Barnaby) would have to tell her that that's how he's always spoken, but instead, the bright expression on her face only seemed to glow brighter as her warm hand squeezed his own before finally pulling away.

"Likewise, Wally!— now about that broken hinge?"

"I'm sure Home would appreciate the help," he smiled up at her. "You can visit us later this evening if you aren't too busy."

"Of course!"

A simple cough from Frank seemed to bring her attention back to everyone else in the group, and Wally sees the way her cheeks flushed and eyes grew wide from embarrassment.

It was cute. He thought, and he found himself staring for just a moment longer.

"Sorry!" She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "And sorry for being late, I couldn't find which box I put my outdoor clothes in."

"Well, we're glad you're finally here!" Julie grins, as Frank grumbles under his breath, Barnaby simple giving her a small pat on the back. "Now let's go before the sky gets any darker!"

Since she was more versed in where to head to find her siblings, Julie was in the lead of the group, right next to Barnaby who helped in pushing away any stray branches or leaves that might block their path, followed by Frank who was too lost in scribbling down in his notebook as he watches some insects flying by, mostly taking note of the butterflies that often fluttered their wings through the foliage of the leaves.

It's getting nearer, Wally thought, the dread settling in his stomach the more he took a step towards that blur of a line between the other world and theirs. The edge of the set, where he was able to cross and look into the other world if he ever wanted to. It was the only thing about the other side that directly interacted with their world, and once, he thought the others could see it the way he did, but upon their lack of notice on the blurred line, he just assumed that they couldn't see it at all. The assumption being confirmed true when he had asked them if they could see some sort of blurred colors on the ground below them and they had simply looked at him with confusion, before he then easily played it off as his 'artistic interpretation of things'.

The sight of it always made his stomach turn, the reminder of what they were and how little they were compared to the world always made that sense of dread came rising up from his stomach, threatening to spill out any of the apple slices he's eaten that day. But, it's been years, and the line simply brought that sense of dread that still bothered him at times.

He'd been so lost in thought that he didn't realize that he was almost there until the familiar numb static crawled through his skin, the warmth of the sun growing cold as his skin began to flicker from feeling normal, to feeling as if he was wearing something else on his body, something fuzzy and tight that seemed to wrap around him and made it harder to breathe, despite suddenly not having the need to do such a thing.

He reached up to feel the beating of his heart against his chest. He's here. He's real. He's alive. He's here. He's real. He's alive.

And the words brought him back to his senses the way it always does, reminding him that he was in full control of things, that he could make the decision to not feel those things if he wanted to.

Once his mind had cleared, and his skin felt like his own again, and his insides didn't feel like stuffing, that was when he took note of the presence that lingered beside him, quiet, waiting, almost shaking.

He looked up at her, his eyes staring into her own that looked directly at the same thing he was just a few seconds ago.

"You can see it too?" Her voice was a hushed whisper, pupils shaking the more she looked into it, tears brimming the edges of her eyes.

His hand took hold of her own, pulling her down to his arms where he could be able to reach her face and place his palm over her eyes, salty tears staining his palm as she shut her eyes tight from underneath his gentle hold.

"Don't look at it for too long, Neighbor," He hummed, pulling his hand away from her face once he was sure that she's recovered from her trance, cupping her cheek to wipe away the tears that began to roll down her cheek as she rapidly blinked to recover from the sudden burst of feeling. "It hurts you. I should know."

"How long?" Her hand grabs onto his wrist, ceasing him from pushing her hair away from her tear stained cheeks. "I thought I was the only one."

"Well," He sighed, eyes falling to the smudge of color beneath them that swirled and flickered. He was in control, and it didn't hurt him anymore the way it hurt her. "I thought so too."

She took note of the way his eyes flickered over to that damned line, watching as he simply looked away from it as if it were one of the most normal things he's seen in the world when she sometimes had to hurt herself to be able to get back to reality with the way it suddenly begins to consume her mind just by a small glance. Wanting to ask yet not knowing how she should, still speechless from learning that she apparently wasn't the only one with this 'gift'.

"Do you think..." She didn't know how to speak, all of a sudden, but then again, how would she be able to even explain or say the words out loud, when she hadn't even considered ever being able to speak them in the first place. "Do you want to talk... about it?"

She didn't know if she was trying to offer him some comfort or if she was trying to look for answers. Maybe it was both. She knew the pain when it came to being fully aware of the other side, and she had been shut out more than once for even trying to speak of it to her parents, and she wondered if he'd experienced the same.

Wally simply stared at her with unblinking eyes, surprised at the question. Did he? He hasn't really spoken to anyone else about it. He'd tried with Barnaby, replacing most of the things with metaphors and things that wouldn't associate with him in case the blue dog would look at him as if he were insane, but no matter jow hard he'd tried to fully explain it to him, Barnaby never understood a single word he spoke of.

He parted his mouth to speak, unsure of what to say. His eyes shifted to the side, past the line and to the other side where he could hear faint voices of Julie, Frank and Barnaby calling for them to hurry up or they'd go back and carry them themselves, then to (Y/n), who hesitated to look past the smudged line in fear of falling back in that trance.

"Not here," Wally replied, bringing her attention back to him. "Later, back home."

He takes her hand in his own, giving it a slight squeeze of reassurance, stepping a few ways away from her just as Julie and the others came back with worried expressions.

"Are you guys alright? We've been calling for minutes!" Barnaby looked at them with worried eyes, and (Y/n) cleared her throat, looking away and straightening out her posture, an easy smile tugging up at her lips just as she turns back to their neighbors.

"Sorry guys, some squirrel stole my earring, so Wally helped me catch it."

A blatant lie, but the others seemed to easily accept it and move on. He watched with curious eyes at the back of her retreating form, a newfound interest tugging inside of him.

Still practicing how to write the characters, so they all might be ooc, I don't really have much to work with seeing that we barely have any in depth information on the characters yet.

Plus, the voices, I haven't heard anyone else's voices yet (except for Wally's ofc) so I'm kind of going for a gut feeling to be able to write their dialogue properly, and it's kind of difficult to write Frank without imagining his voice as Squidward 😭

But honestly I'm surprised I managed to get this done, it's been so busy designing our school's stage for the foundation day and we had a shit ton to handle seeing that time was cramped and there were lots of errors that needed to be fixed 🥲

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