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tsimvkas · 2 months

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Hiyaaaaaaaa🤭🩷

“Hmm, I’m hungry” you murmured, stretching your body in Mason’s bed. You and Sarah were the only ones to stay after the baby shower, since she asked you for some quality time doing nice things around London. Now, a week later, both of you are so comfortable in his house that it looks like your own. I LOVE THIS😂

“Mase…” you looked to your other side, where your best friend was facetiming Woody for about an hour now, and waited for him to hum in response. “Can you grab me some strawberries and olives and melted chocolate and cheese?” OMG....

“Oh, it’s happening” he screamed to Woody, jumping out of the bed and not giving you time to answer before running downstairs. HE IS EXCITED AHHAHAHA

“You deserve an easy pregnancy, Y/N” she stroked your hand, comforting you. “I know the world paints pregnancies as a disease, but it’s not. It can be a happy time” CUTIE

“Here” Mason came back in a rush, not giving you time to answer Sarah. “I won’t let her be born with a strawberry filled with cheese face” AHHAHAHA OMG

“Anything” he shrugged. “I think it’ll be more comfortable if we lay together so we can cuddle” OHHHHH🥺🥺🥺

Cuddling with Mason always makes you sleepy. He has the cosiest hug in the world, his body is warm and the way he rubbed your bump made your entire body relax. ILL MELT

You woke up with that feeling again. The same when you visited Mason for the holidays. OPSSS

“Y/N…” he groaned, afraid you were still sleeping. Mason tried to stop your hips from moving against his but the way you started to cry made his heart drop. “Pookie? Why are you crying?” HERE WE AREEEE

“It’s a normal thing, pookie. What do you need?” he murmured, caressing your waist. “Tell me what do you need, princess”MASONNNN

“Yes, Mason, I want you to put my panties to the side and touch me. Can you do that?” you snapped at him, wanting to cry again. WELLLLL

“Unfortunately” he breathed inaudibly, turning you around so he could stay behind you instead of taking the risk of pulling his weight on your belly. “I’m clean too. We tested like, two weeks ago. Are you sure we can do this?” UNFORTUNATELY OMG ILL SCREAMMMM

OMG HE WAS SO SOFT WITH HERRRRRRRR

“He’s so… Ugh, he was so soft. I was feeling awful and I needed it so bad. And he just gave it to me? I know he was worried and he asked me a few times if I was sure, and then when he was finally convinced he just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had and went to bed. His bed” you rolled your eyes. OMG SHE IS IN LOVEEEEE

“He’s not my man, though” HE IS

The pain was excruciating. You could feel your thighs sticky and your head started to spin. OH NOOOOOO

“Can you call Sarah?” you tried to ask through the pain. “And Mason. But be careful, I don’t wanna scare him”🥺🥺🥺

“Where’s she?” he entered the hospital hall like a storm and your father got on his feet, in case he needed to help CALM DOWN LOVE

“It’s my fault” he whispered, his face in his hands. NO IT'S NOT

“I think I love her” he blurted out, starting to freak out and walking in circles. GIGGLING

“Of course you can. In fact, you should’ve told her years ago. Seven years ago, to be more exactly” she said sternly, holding a giggle when he looked at her like she was a witch. “It’s pretty obvious, Mase. What I’m trying to say is, as much as I loved the little girl I just met right there, if you had told her back at then she would never get with Walker. Then she wouldn’t spend her pregnancy feeling sad and abandoned. Then Aleyna would be your daughter, she would have a baby in the right time instead of feeling like she just lost her young years. You both keep lying to yourselfs and don’t understand how much these lies took from you already” SARAH I LOVE YOU

“Y/N’s family?” he called, and your father was instantly on his feet. “She’ll need to stay here for observation, two weeks at least. The baby too, she’s a pretty and strong girl but she still needs to grow a little bit more before going home” ALEYNA IS HEREEEEEE

“Mason” your father called him. “Come with me, we don’t know when you’ll be able to come visit, with the crazy work routine you have” YAY

OMG HIM TALKING TO ALEYNAAAA

“You weren't in the birth room, right? Only saw her mother there, and skin to skin is important not only with her mum, but with the father too” I LOVE THIS NURSE

“Actually I’m not-” Mason started, but then he realised he didn’t need to tell the truth. “Yeah, I talked a lot with her” YOU ARE

Mason hadn’t showed up to visit nor texted you anything, and you tried not to let it hurt you, unsuccessfully. OH....

“Hi, I’m your driver today. How are you?” he entered the room, walking towards the baby seat were Aleyna was. “Wow, she really looks like you” LOOK WHO'S HEREEEE

You walked behind him, watching how he would talk with Aleyna as she was understanding him, stopping every time he realised he walked too fast for you. HE IS CUTE

“I don’t think you want me around so now that you’re all settled I’ll just head back to London” he told you when you were downstairs again, grabbing his keys and the actions annoyed you. OH SHUT UP

Mason sighed, scratching his eyes and thinking how he’d tell you. “I spent these fourteen days thinking I was guilty for her premature birth” OMG I WANT TO HUG HIM

“I don’t regret having sex with you. I just regret that maybe this caused Aleyna to be born in an unsafe condition. In the end I think I was just scared to face you and realise you were also blaming me” Mason shrugged. “You should be the one regretting” OMG HE FEELS SO GUILTY 😔

“Admit what, for God’s sake? That I love you in the most non-friendly way someone could love another person? That that night was the most intimate night of my life? That it never felt so good with anyone before? That when I saw Aleyna at the hospital nothing scared me more than losing a child is not even mine?” he turned his back on you, not even knowing why he was telling something he promised to keep to himself. “I know this is nothing compared to giving birth and I’m sorry I acted like a little boy but I was scared. I’m still scared. Nothing prepared me for falling for you and I’m losing it. I’m losing my mind because you’re not mine and I’m not yours” HE SAID ITTTTTT

“Look at me” Mason asked, his fingers brushing your chin to encourage you. “He didn’t leave because becoming a mother would change your body and your mind. When you love someone and you live this together, you also change. You get excited to see the changes, actually. To see the bump, to take the responsibilities. He just left because he’s a twat. A fucking dickhead. He’s a wuss, Y/N, and I’m not” THE FACT THAT HE UNDERSTANDS HER IMMEDIATELY

“Oh right, I forgot you’re a duncle now” you mocked him, rolling your eyes playfully. HE IS

“But I think a kiss wouldn’t kill anyone”🤭🤭🤭🤭

“Oh no no, I see where this is going. Absolutely not, she’s only one month old” he hugged your waist. JEALOUS DUNCLE

THEY PROPERLY KISSEDDDD

THE FACT THAT SHE IS MAKING SURE TO REASSURE HIMMMM

“Hey, don’t be shy now. You should’ve been shy when you were touching yourself with me in the living room”🤭🤭🤭

“I have a baby now, Mase. As my best friend I know you’ll always be there for her and for me” you sighed. “I don’t know if it makes sense but if she gets used to you and you’re my best friend, that’s okay to me. But I don’t know if I can let her get used to you as my boyfriend and then if things don’t work and we get distant I’ll have to rip someone from her life and I know she’s not capable of comprehending this yet but I am and-”HE IS NOT LEAVING

“I still can’t believe you didn’t show up for almost three weeks just because you were feeling bad about something stupid” you whined. “You were supposed to be there”

“Actually, I was remodelling one of the guest rooms. You should come visit to see how it is now” he kissed your head. “Or I can ask Ben to send a picture” GIGGLING

MY GIRLFRIEND 🤭

“I hope so” he giggled. “I bet she’ll like me more than she’ll like Sarah”FOR SURE

Mason treats her like a father would. Like her father should. And it’s bittersweet. First of all, it makes you feel happy inside, because even though you didn’t give your baby the father she deserves, you know she’ll have Mason. HE IS HER DADA

“I know the pair of you are still keeping it low and secret, exactly to avoid the pressure over the new relationship, but you shouldn’t be worrying about others' opinions, especially not about the fans. The only opinion you should care about is his, and you definitely don’t need to worry about Mason. You need to see how he looks at you and Aleyna. That boy is not leaving” HE IS TIED UP

“What do you mean?” she poked your waist. “He’s not?” SHE IS RIGHT THO

THERE HE ISSSSS

OMG BESTIE I ALREADY TOLD YOU BUT YOUR WRITING HAS IMPROVED SOOOO MUCH????

I LOVED THIS ALL

THE SMUT, AND HIM BEING SO SOFT

HIM FREAKING OUT WBEN SHE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL

ALEYNA BEING FINALLY HERE AND HIM TALKING TO HER WHILE Y/N WAS ASLEEP

THE SKIN TO SKIN

HIM PICKING THEM UP AND THEY FINALLY OPENING UP TO EACH OTHER ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS

AMD 6 MONTHS AFTER

IM NOT READY FOR SHITTY STONES COME BACK BUT WHAT CAN WE DO....

THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR THAT🩷🩷🩷

CANT WAIT TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN AND TO HAVE NEW EXCLUSIVE TEASERS🤭😂

I'M PROUD OF YOU🫶🏻

OMG 😂 i love your comments, really 🥹 thank you bestie you always motivate me sm and this always keeps me going

#❀ — chase’s asks

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dear-happypills · 4 months

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me: im not growing

happypills: oh, youre done growing.... like forsureeee. done.

me: no, ... no i dont mean that growing. i ... mean like...

i think im shrinking....

happypills: -_-... yea your dick

me: XXXX YOU.... and NO . i... mean existentially.

or.

like. my will. is shrinking...

happypills: ............... *happypills slaps me. HARD.

me: WwHAT the XXXX!!!!!

happypills: i dunno. you seem to be doing fine just existentially.

me: the heeellll???????

happypills: whhuuat??? like you said your will was shrinking and all,.... but you seem to be pretty alive.. bitchin out all about a slap.

me: YOU ...... ..... youuuuu have no honor sirr. NAY. not even a sir. you have no honor ................ you UNTOUCHABLE.

happypills: yo...... thats messed up.

me: THATS? MESSED UP???? are you serious? i tell you like my will is shrinking and youre just like harassing me?? theeeeee HELL??

happypills: oh, oh, YOUR WILL is shrinking. and yet, you have the balls to call me an untouchable. yea. yea. makes alot of sense.

me: oh jeeezzzz. IM SORRY> why do i even bother???

happypills: OHHH JEEEEEEZ. IM NOT SORRY> that im such awesome company.

me: maybe im existentially shrinking because of YOU?????

im shrinking to a point... .where ill just BLIP

disappear.

JUST POOFF.

happypills: alllwaysss blamin things on meh. ALWAyS.

me: yea...... well, who else do i have to blame???

happypills: its called accountability.

me: like you know anything about accountability..... -_-...................

happypills: OF COURSE. its in my chemistryyyy.

me: -_-;;;;;;;;;;;; how is that in your chemistry..... YOURE A PILL..... THAT I DIDNT TAKE.

. .. THAT SUDDENLY CAME ALIVE..........

,. and started just,..... rambling around.... and following me?????

LIKE WTFFF? like did the pinnochio fairy mistake a PILL for a puppet????? like yoooo.... wth.

happypills: PWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. member when we first met????

me: ................... ummmmmm no, not really.

happypills: you threw me out -_-.

me: * i glare at happypills .... i sigh........

yea,..... but you came back saying you just had to sleep in the bottle.

happypills: * at the same time as me in the bottle....

.... * looks content and starts nodding yawp. yup.... i mean...

.. everyone knows that everyone needs a bed...

like obviously.

and then you were like, 'whhaaat areeee you????'

me: and you were like ... 'TEEHEEE happypills,' and just lept in with all the other pills and started sleeping .....

...

i had to throw out all the other pills ....... thinking you contaminated them... *getting frustrated i had to.... wait.... like TWO WEEEEKS before my next batch.

....

... shouldve just ate you.

happypills: -_-..... YEA. great memories. i had to sleep COLD in the bottle for TWO WEEKS.

me: yeah....,,,,,,................ NO..

happypills: now.... i sleep with. pilling vitamins.... and allergy pills....

... at least i got you off happypills SEE. accountability.

me: then again, maybe i wouldnt be like this if i just kept taking pills.............

happypills: DONT SAY THAT MAN.... ... ...

. .

. .. .

. . . then big pharm wins.

me: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. haha.

happypills: why is that funny????

me: wait. wai... why did you say 'happypills' when i asked what you were though?? theres... only one of you.

happypills: teehee... i was commenting on the happypills in my bottle. the thought of gettin all cozyyyyy in my bottle with the happypills...

DUHhhhhhhh.

me: .................... aaaaaaooooOOOOhhhhhhHHHH..............

aoh..

happypills: oh what.

me: i thought you were saying you ARE happypills....

happypills: -_-. dumbass. ALL THESE YEARS?????

me: shouldve just answered my question back then.......... idiot.

happypills: *imitates me idioottt.

me: ... okay SOOO??. then what are you???

happypills: .... whuddya mean what am i?

me: what .... are you???

happypills: IM ..

ENDSCENE

- happypills

#happypills

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sageinacage · 3 years

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Hi! Saw your post about Sap and Tubbo and I’ve missed their dynamic sm so I wanted to send in a request! How about lee Tubbo and ler Sapnap? Maybe Sapnap wanted to see if Tubbo was just as ticklish as he was back then and uses one of his favorite tactics a bunch, raspberries?

Still the Same summary: sapnap wants to know if tubbo is still as ticklish as before, in his own sapnap way. a/n: sorry for the wait :( low motivation bc of personal stuff happening, but im doing a bit better so i wanted to get this out asap! hope u enjoy :D warnings: swearing, sapnap is Evil (/lh) w/c: 1.6k DSMP, Platonic

Everyone always says it’s easier to clear your thoughts from a high altitude. Why is that? No one knows, though no one is going to question it either. It’s always nice to enjoy the breeze from up above.

The only problem is, finding that high altitude and then having to climb up to it.

Tubbo closed his home door behind him, glancing around to find some sort of easy-access place he can sit for a while. As the boy walked around, he was quick to notice the gentle breeze that brushed against his cheeks and over his nose.

He sighed, enjoying the perfect weather present on this day, deciding to start walking down the path to town. As he walked, he chuckled as he recognized the spot he was standing at.

The day he and Sapnap had a playful bicker. It involved Tubbo making fun of the demon for miswording something, and a playful fight lasting afterward. The boy chuckled to himself, then his eyes widening.

Thinking about his old friend reminded him of the hill they used to hang out on. The perfect altitude to sit at, might he add. Now walking with intention, Tubbo smiled at the old memories that were unfolding in his brain.

“Here it is, it feels like it’s been years,” Tubbo spoke softly, arriving at the same hill he and Sapnap used to goof off on ages ago. He smiled contently, plopping down on the grass, and leaned against an oak tree that sat on the hill.

He let his head relax back, enjoying the nice breeze brush through his hair and the convenient shade the oak tree provided for him. The people were right, this is a good place to clear some thoughts up.

Meanwhile, a certain demon was also heading somewhere to relax for the day, wanting a break from all the serious ‘bullshit,’ as he would call it. Sapnap looked up at the tree that rested on his favorite hill and saw a figure under it.

He smiled to himself, recognizing a certain ram hybrid settled underneath the shade of the luscious tree. With a mischievous smirk, Sapnap tip-toed up the hill, avoiding any crinkly leaves or twigs along the way, motivated to startle his old friend.

Oh, how much Sapnap missed being so goofy and carefree. It was honestly a natural instinct to playfully mess with Tubbo, almost like how siblings always try to push each other's buttons. It’s safe to say he saw the boy as a little brother.

“Tubbo!” Sapnap squealed, whipping his head around the tree with a giddy smile. “Sap… Sapnap?! Where did you even come from?!” Tubbo gasped, holding his heart dramatically at the sudden scare.

“From down the hill, you goof.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t, why’re you smiling then?” Sapnap sniggered, earning an eye roll from the ram. “Because you’re annoying, and it’s making me smile because of how annoying you are.”

The demon snorted a laugh. Tubbo really was the sassy boy he always remembered.

The two settled underneath the tree together, just catching up. They really needed it, it was obvious on both sides that they both missed each other dearly.

They missed the playful bickering and fights they’d have over literally nothing, maybe a piece of bread if anything. Tubbo especially missed the warm feeling he got while around Sapnap. Was it the feeling of coziness inside of him, similar to the feeling of home you get when you’re around someone you’re genuinely fond of- or was it just that Sapnap is warm because he’s a literal fire demon? Probably both.

All was content and nice until Sapnap had to bring up a redacted memory, one Tubbo couldn’t think about without a wild blush spreading across his face.

“Hey Tubs, do you remember the tickle fights we used to have? Well, not exactly fights since you never put anything up- Ow!” Sapnap rubbed his shoulder where the boy flicked him, a grumpy but obviously flustered scowl painted on his face.

“Embarrassed, are we? C’mon, it’s not like you’re still that ticklish anymore!”

The embarrassed squeak that left Tubbo really just made all the dignity he had left drain away.

“...Or are you?” Sapnap continued, his curious glance turning into a dark grin. “Hey there- buddy, friend, mate- you d- don’t gotta… gotta do it… actually I think it’s getting late and I should be getting home!” Nervous giggles poured out of the boy, shuffling backward on the grass.

Sapnap just shook his head. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere, Tubbo. Not until I get my answer!~”

Oh shit. A surprised squeal left Tubbo as he was wrestled onto the ground, though the boy was strong as well and fought back. “Oh, actually fighting back, are we?~ Now that’s a change!” Sapnap teased, making Tubbo’s body go limp.

‘Teasing makes him go all jelly, got it.’ Sapnap thought with a snicker, looking down at his friend.

“S- Sapnap… dohoHON’T- SAHAPNAP!” Tubbo barked out a laugh, trying to twist on his side away from the prodding fingers on the right side of his ribcage. “Nuh-uh, you aren’t going anywhere, mister!” Sapnap sniggered as he pushed the boy’s hips on the ground, drilling his thumbs into the bones in the process.

A loud shriek left Tubbo, failing to buck Sapnap off of him. He fell limp against the grass, knowing that he wasn’t gonna get out of the predicament anytime soon. Not that he exactly wanted to, though.

“Remember you can tell me to stop whenever you’d like me to, bud.” The demon’s face softened into a more reassuring look, slowing down his tickles. Tubbo nodded, opening his mouth to speak before being interrupted with another screech.

Sapnap’s fingers found the sides of his lower stomach, massaging his fingers into the soft skin. This seemed to be successful, Sapnap found.

“SAP-HEHEHEHAHA- F- FUHuhuck ohohoff!” He continued to squirm, stomping his hooves in the plush grass behind Sapnap. “D’awww, Tubbo!~ That wasn’t very nice, was it? Maybe I should remind you of my favorite tactic?” Sapnap raised an eyebrow, relishing in the immediate anticipatory high-pitched giggles that emitted from the smaller boy.

“Do you remember? I think you do, champ! I think you remember all the nibbles and raspberries I used to give to your cute lil’ tummy- and oh how bad they tickled!~ Are you excited? I think you areeee, I can hear your tail thumping on the grass!”

Note taken; Sapnap was still as evil as before.

“Y- Yohou’re so mehehean!” Tubbo whined, covering his bright red cheeks, his shirt riding up with his arms raising. “Uh oh, Tubbo… Look what I have here! A perfect snack right in front of me!~” The man cooed, dragging his dull claws over the ram’s belly before leaning down and blowing a big raspberry right beneath his belly button.

“SHIHIHIHIT! N- NOHOT THAHAT!” Tubbo shrieked, arching his back up. “Not this? Alright, your wish is my command, champ! Guess I have no choice but to do this instead…” He chuckled slowly before beginning to gently nibble on Tubbo’s lower belly, moving up the side to nibble near his waist.

Fuck Sapnap and his stupid stubble, and his even dumber fangs.

“SAAAAHAP- NONONONOHOHOHO!” Tubbo pleaded, weakly pushing at Sapnap’s head, but the damn thing didn’t budge even a centimeter. “No? Okay!~” He giggled, going back to plant another raspberry over the side of his belly.

Arching his back again, the ram dug his hooves in the grass to try to ease the sensations at least a little bit, but the ticklish stubble dragging around his tummy kept making him go limp. “F- FUHUCK YOHOU- Y- YOHOU’RE SO BAAAHAD!” Tubbo retaliated, yet again trying to twist away but his hips were only pushed back down onto the grass.

“I think you need a little manners lesson, don’tcha think, Tubso?~ N’awww, don’t pout at me, you know I’ll just have to do… this…” Sapnap huffed in a breath, Tubbo squealing in anticipation, but then silence.

Tubbo relaxed his muscles as the raspberry didn’t happen- never mind. It happened.

“FUHUHUCK- PLEEEHEHEHEASE!” Tubbo’s body went completely jelly, the tickling too much for him to fight back anymore. Sapnap looked up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “You were so bold a few seconds ago, what happened? Hmmm?~ Cat got your tongue, Tubbo? Let’s fix that.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Tubbo's waist so he couldn't buck away from his attack.

Raspberry after raspberry, Tubbo knew he couldn’t handle it anymore. “STOHOHAHAHAP! E- ENOHOUGH!” His voice was squeaky and tickled-out, taking deep breaths as he laid down completely limp on the soft grass.

“You alright there, Tubso?”

“Mahahaybe…”

“Here, let me help.” Sapnap smiled, but it was softer this time- way different than the evil grins he was giving while tickling the life out of the poor boy. The demon laid the ram across his lap, gently carding his fingers through his plush hair.

“C- can yohou… keep gohoing? But- gehentle this t- tihime?” Tubbo stuttered out, Sapnap audibly cooing at the sweet boy. “Of course, it would be my pleasure- seeing how evil I was earlier.” He jested, earning an exaggerated noise of agreement from Tubbo.

He snickered, tracing his dull claws in random shapes over the boy’s belly, letting them graze up and down his sides and back down to circle around his hips. The affectionate light tickles were making the tickled-out boy sleepy, as he curled up in the warm demon’s lap and softly snored as sleep swept over him.

“Sleep well, bud. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ve missed you, y’know that?”

#im proud of this one DKFJHSHKJFS #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #lee!tubbo #ler!sapnap #my writing

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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My little brothers revenge part 3

The next 2 weeks flew by after that, with the only strange thing being that Justin started to have A LOT of close call's with getting to the backroom on time and was leaving a ton of skid marks in his pants, and that Justin had also apparently seen the error in his ways and had asked to try and host a D&D session for Alex and his friends to make up for everything he'd done.

Naturally of course Alex wasn't sure about whether or not to trust Justin, but then the bully had gone out of his way to get permission from their parents for Alex to have all of his friends over while they were gone for the session to happen.

"I just think with how rough he's had it lately, he could use a treat, and it'll be a good bonding experience for us since he's kinda too small to play football with me and the guys." Justin had said, acting sheepish.

After that Alex had dialed back the amount of ex-lax he'd been sneaking into Justin's drink's since he felt just awful about trying to make Justin a diaper boy when he was being so nice.

Of course Ben warned him it could just be a trap and to keep up the treatment (and had asked for pictures of Alex next time he had a uh-oh accident as payment for his words of wisdom) But Alex choice to believe in Justin, a choice he would come to regret.

With their parents gone Saturday morning, most of the day was spent with Alex helping Justin go over the rules for the campaign in the morning, and then hanging out and playing with his friends in the afternoon while Justin went out to hang with Grizz and Rayne.

"Man, hard to believe that Justin is being such a cool guy." Lyle said and winced as they were walking back from the park, having played a game of touch football with some younger kids (and having gotten their butts kicked, which only confirmed Alex's belief he was NOT meant to play the damn game)

"areeee you sure he's on the up and up on this?" Kyle asked, rubbing at his arm where a 5 year old had punched him.

"What? Guys come on, it's the four of US vs. him if he tries anything. we can take him!" Alex said full of misplaced pride and swagger even as he had a slight limp.

"..you realize a group of five year olds just whooped us right?" Max asked, Pausing to spit out more dirt from when he'd been driven into the ground.

"Yeah but there was a equal number of them to us and they were all sneaky like ninjas." Alex said, waving a hand. "Sides, worse case go for the nuts. it's like the weak spot on the death star."

"You've been going to your mom's self defense class again haven't you?" Max asked and chuckled.

"...Maybe." Alex huffed.

"heh, just don't" Lyle started.

"Scream out 'he's got my purse!' this time." Kyle finished and the rest of the losers club laughed while Alex blushed and fumed.

"Guys it was ONE time, let it goooo!"

While the losers club was out and playing their little games, Justin and the boys were getting everything ready for the pampering.

as it turned out the old crib wasn't going to be big enough for even just one of the boys, while the old playpen might of fit two at most though it would be cramped.

Thankfully two solutions provided themselves in this, their darkest hour in the form of finding a old car seat of Justin's that looked big enough to MAYBE hold Alex, and a old high chair that would hold Max for sure.

"So..how are we going to hide ALL of this upstairs? I know Alex and his friends are dorks, but their not stupid." Grizz asked.

"Oh, what if we went and put like sheets over them, and tell them their ghosts!" Rayne suggested eagerly.

"...Rayne buddy why don't you go have a juice box." Justin said, patting the hulking boys back.

"Kay!"

as the muscle bound boy headed up to the fridge for some apple juice, Grizz and Justin exchanged looks.

"Man, he's our friend and everything, but Jesus.. does he eat paint chips or something?" Grizz asked.

"Go ahead and ask him, I'll go and get the bucket to mop you up after he creams you." Justin chuckled. "Ok ok..back to the problem at hand..We could Make get the high chair in the broom closet, and the playpen all folded up in the linen closet. Car seat, I dunno.."

"Yeahhh whole lotta time to waste between getting them pampered and getting them in they're seats." Grizz agreed then added with a blush.. "and I didn't go though all the humiliation of buying 4 packs of those discount diapers just for them to go to waste."

By now Rayne was coming back down the steps with his juice box and smiled and waved a hand.

"heh, Yes Rayne?" Justin asked, waiting for the stupid idea to come out.

"What if like, you have the playpen and stuff all set up down here but hidden behind some stuff and we just send up the gaming area down here. you can claim you wanna set a atmosphere for the game, capture the feeling of going though a dungeon." Rayne said and smiled big time.

"...H-U-H..Man Rayne, you need to drink apple juice more often!" Justin chuckled. "Good idea!"

"nah, then i get the poops." Rayne said but grinned big time.

"..Noted?" Grizz said/asked with a sweat drop.

It was after supper, and with bellies full of Pizza and root beet, the boys made they're way down the dusty (though not as dusty as before) basement, the twins semi hugging each other as the basement's lights only worked in two of the four areas, casting long scary shadows.

Max was mostly ok, though he could of sworn he'd seen something move out of the corner of his eye.

"Uh..Alex,Justin, you guys sure you don't have rats?" he asked, a twinge of worry in his voice.

"Oh yeah, we get checked regularly, Dad's TERRIFIED of them, it's why we can't go to Disney world." Alex said, laughing though he was getting a little bit creeped out being in the basement after dark.

still he wanted to try and support Justin who clearly was making a effort. plenty of large blankets had been rolled out onto the stone floor and a coffee table was set up in the middle, not on the blankets but they were bunched around it.

there were books and note pads and pencils and dice, all the great makings for a table top game and Alex turned to smile at his friends as they took in the site.

coming around the table and looking at the set up, the boys all whistled and Alex smirked at his friends under the pale light of the basement.

"See? I told you guys we could trust Justin!" he beamed.

"heh, Oh?" Justin asked.

"Yeah, the guys were kinda worried you were gonna pull something." Alex said, rubbing the back of his head. "Buttt I knew you were trying ..to.." Alex trailed off as he saw the look on his brothers face.

"Yeahhh about that, maybe listen to your friends next time." Justin advised.

"Whatever! It's four on one Justin, we CAN and WILL kick your butt!" Alex said, balling up his fists and looking over his shoulder to his friends.

The twins and Max nodded back and got ready to fight but Justin didn't look too concerned.

"oh no, Four little dorks who already got their butts kicked by five year olds and they're threatening me. what ever will I do. Oh woe is me." Justin said, putting the back of his hand to his forehead in a dramatic fashion then grinning and snapping his fingers. "Oh wait, I know..Grizz, Rayne, wanna help me get our soon to be slaves dressed and ready for they're new life's of cooking, cleaning and doing homework for us?" Justin said.

two shadows moved out from behind a pile of boxes and indeed there was Justin's buddy's.

"Oh, by the way, feel free to fight back, but anyone who does gets a spanking. if your GOOD little boys, we'll get you dressed with minimal fussing." Justin added.

Alex of course chose to fight, as did Max since he had to have his buddies back.

the two of them lunged at Justin going for a combo knee and groin attack but Justin caught Alex in the air and just hoisted him over his shoulder with Alex's head and arms over his back and yanked down Alex's pants with his free hand and started to slap the boys butt, getting howls of pain from him.

Max meanwhile had gotten his ankle grabbed by Rayne as he went to leap and was tugged back and put under Rayne's beefy arm and much like Alex, pants were yanked down and his butt was slapped, Max howling away as Rayne giggled and gave Justin a silly grin.

"it's like I'm playing the bongo's!" he giggled childishly.

Lyle and Kyle meanwhile had taken inventory of how sore they already were, how big and strong Justin and his friends were and had just stayed put, holding each other hands while Grizz looked down at them and smirked.

"heh, so your gonna be good boys?" Grizz asked.

Both twins nodded then jumped at the sounds coming from their friends.

"H-hey! stop that! They'll-" Lyle started, looking at Alex and Max who's buns where getting red even with their undies protecting them.

"-Be good boys like us! Come on, Please stop?" Kyle finished, wincing and fighting the urge to bury his face in his brothers shoulder.

"Hmm I dunno.. Alex, are you gonna be a good boy or make your widdle friends into liars?" Justin asked, pausing for a second.

Alex of course had been beating on Justin's back, for all the good it had done him and was now stood in front of Justin, tears running down his face and pants around his ankles.

Likewise, Max was set on his feet, though the tears weren't as free flowing and he gave a glare at the Twin's who suddenly found something VERY interesting to look at at the floor so they could avoid eye contract.

"Hey now, none of that Maxie, those two might of just gotten you out of the 5 minutes spanking we had planned." Justin said.

"F-Five Minutes?" Alex whimpered, and put a hand to his sore butt. it already hurt so much from just 30 seconds!!

"well give or take a bout 30 seconds." Justin said and smirked.

a hissing sound was heard and it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was, as Alex started to sob heavily as a puddle started to form under him where his accidents wasn't being soaked up by his pants.

"well, I'm gonna count that as a third vow to be a good boy..what do you say Max, wanna make it four for four?" Justin asked.

"Rot in hell! I'll never give in!" Max vowed.

Never as it turned out lasted all of anther 40 seconds then Max had a accident too. Following a quick clean up that would keep the boys from making puddles all the way up the stairs, Justin had Alex and Max take a quick bath together to both boys embarrassment, with Justin supervising to 'keep them out of trouble' while the Twin's mopped up the piddle accidents and got the wet clothes in the wash under the watchful eyes of Rayne and Grizz.

since the cat was out of the bag so to speak Rayne and Grizz had the twins help them bring the supplies for tonight's fun up into the living room, the urine smell in the basement being a big deciding factor.

The twins had a very good idea what was gonna happen as they carried the packs of diapers upstairs for the bullies, as well as a bag of dirty socks.

Well ok, the twins knew what the diapers and baby furniture was for, but the socks stumped them.

"Um..Mister Rayne?" Lyle asked, and held the bag up with one hand, the other being used to hold his nose.

"Hmm? me? Oh I'm just Rayne kiddo. what's up." Rayne said, confused at first but then smiling.

"I think I get most of what your planning, but why the stinky socks?" Lyle asked, looking over as Kyle was being a super good helper and getting the playpen set up, even though the look on his face made it clear he didn't wanna be helping at all.

"Oh the socks are for..are for.." And Rayne trailed off, and rubbed the back of his head, then turned to Grizz. "Hey Grizz, what are the socks for again?"

"We're gonna get the babies who aren't doing homework to wear them on both hands, one hand for the ones who are, and use about 3 socks per hand and tape for make shift baby mitts." Grizz called over.

"Ohhh yeahh..So that." Rayne said and smiled brightly.

"B-But why stinky socks? I don't wanna get athletes foot on my hands!" Lyle whined and whimpered.

"Oh! this part I do 'member! it's cuz you won't be tempted to try and tug'em off with your teeth after those socks have been on me and Justin's and Grizz's feet!" Rayne said, ever so proud of himself that he'd recalled that much.

"I..but..Ewwwww!" Lyle whined and started to cry.

"oh hey hey, look, it's just kinda fair if you think about it!" Rayne said, pulling the smaller boy into a hug.

"H-How so?" Lyle sniffled.

"well we're gonna hafa smell you guys when your blort your diapers. So see? it all works out!"

Somehow not only was this NOT a comfort for the twins, but started Kyle bawling too.

With Alex and Max washed nice and clean, they huffed and pouted as they were marched down stairs in just they're towels and were greeted to the site of of Lyle and Kyle (Aka mentally labeled the traitors in both boys minds) sitting side by side in Alex's old playpen wearing nothing but three pairs of dirty white socks on each hand that were taped up at the wrist with green masking tape and at least 4 pairs of white and pink diapers around their hips.

Finishing the look off as a bib around each twins hip, Lyle had Big bird on his while his brother was rocking cookie monster.

"Heh, nice touch with the bibs!" Justin commented. "I was gonna let them keep their shirts on."

"Well you know, I found a box of them in the basement and thought, why not?" Grizz said.

The twins had tear stains on their cheeks and Justin raised a eyebrow at that.

"Did they have to get spanked too?" He asked.

"Oh nah, just had a little sob feast. kinda shocked it didn't happen sooner. they ARE babies after all." Rayne giggled.

"So what do you have picked out for our two little naughty boys to wear?" Justin asked, chuckling and yanking the towels off of the younger boys who yelped and covered themselves despite the fact that A) they had both already seen everything B) so had Justin and C) they we gonna have to move their hands once they were diapered.

"Well I was thinking something retro, and classy at the same time." Grizz said, taking on a snobbish voice and making the other bullies smirk. "Something that screams 'I'm a big dumb baby slave, but at least I can do homework.' You know, a look for the ages."

"I see I see. Looks like you two little brainiac's get to do our homework while we supervise the good boys. And Don't even THINK of fucking it up. We'll be taking all SORTS of pictures of you dweebs in all your big baby glory and won't be shy about sharing it with your classmates." Justin chuckled and then pointed over to the changing mat's on the floor.

"J-Justin come on, do we HAVE to wear diapers?" Alex tried one last time.

"Alex I'm shocked, don't tell me you WANNA run around in the buff all night!" Justin said.

somehow the boy's blush got worse and along with Max he scrambled over to the changing mat's without further argument.

thickly diapered and one hand in the make shift baby mitts (Left hand for Alex and right hand for Max) and sporting Elmo themed for Max and Oscar the grouch for Alex, the last two of the loser's club was living up to it's name.

Max had been put in a old wooden high chair which even as small and shrimpy as he was was still a tight fit and had the bullies English and Social studies homework out in front of him.

Alex meanwhile had oddly easier been strapped into a old car seat and pulled up to the coffee table and handed the Math and science homework.

"Since when do you even get this much homework over one weekend?" Alex had asked, eyes going wide.

"Oh yeah, we asked for extra homework to make up for our falling grades. our teachers loved we were trying. So again. Don't make us look bad." Justin said and ruffled Alex's hair, making the huffy diapered shrimp squirm and try and get away.

"I can't believe I actually thought you were turning over a new leaf." Alex huffed and sulked.

"Honestly, neither could I, but you just wanted it to be true sooo bad~ Though I'm not without a degree of mercy." Justin chuckled and at that moment Grizz came in and set a baby bottle full of milk on Max's tray, then on in reach of Max.

Meanwhile the twins were being handed one each by Rayne and just took them with some difficulties in both hands and started to drink, they they wrinkled they're noses.

"heh, I guess the socks kinda keep you from fully enjoying the moo juice. Ah well, not my problem. I expect that ba-ba drained in a hour little man, I don't need you getting all dehydrated with all the crying and pissing you've been doing." Justin snickered and after handing Alex his ba-ba, walked away.

For a tiny split second Alex was tempted to grab the bottle and toss it at Justin, but then his common sense kicked in stead and he went to work, pausing every so often to drink the oddly sweet milk.

The twins tummies were starting to hurt as they chugged down they're milk but with the lack of room in the playpen and their stinky sock mitten's they weren't sure if they were gonna be able to pick the bottle back up if they put them down.

Since they had maybe already lost they're friends after betraying them before, they had silently agreed to just try and be the best big babies they could tonight since there was no point in getting a spanking now anyways.

"Sheesh, I guess that sob feast they had really dried them up. Careful little guys you're gonna give yourselves gas bubbles!" Rayne said, looking almost legitimately concerned.

"heh, don't tell me you're going soft on us man." Grizz teased, lightly elbowing Rayne side.

"Huh? no, I just don't wanna have to burp them and risk getting spit up on me."

"..You uh, Know their not REALLY babies right?" Justin asked after a second. "So I don't think that's gonna be a worry."

the mental image of being held in the bullies arms and being burped like a oversized baby wasn't exactly appealing to Kyle who slowed his chugging down but Lyle seemed to speed his up.

"..heh, I think one of them WANTS to be burped!" Grizz said.

Tugging his ba-ba out quick Lyle went to defend himself but in stead let out a massive belch that did kinda make his tummy feel better.

Kyle on the other hand took the other option when it came to gas relief as before anyone could say anything about the burp, a muffled long fart came out of Kyle's behind and the boys eyes went wide as saucers making it clear who had cut the cheese.

"Sheesh, couple of Gas holes over here." Justin laughed then wrinkled his nose, taking a step back. "Ugh, If his FARTS smell this bad.."

"yeahhh Maybe we shouldn't of put all that laxative powder in there." Rayne said, rubbing the back of his head.

With THAT announcement all four boys who had been taking a drink, Lyle having just put his bottle back up to his mouth dropped them and looked at the bullies.

"Rayne, they weren't suppose to know about that." Scolded Justin, then he grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"oh..uh sorry. How can I make it up to you?" Rayne said, while all four of the diapered losers club squirmed and whined in their baby prison's.

"Guess who gets to change all four stinkers himself?" Justin asked.

"Grizz? that's not fair he did- ...OH!...oh." Rayne started to argue, but then his face lit up as he got it, then fell as he got it.

Hearing about how the milk had been tainted, Alex grabbed his and was trying to pry the lid off to dump it out when Justin came over and shook his head.

"Ah ah ah, Bad baby brother! I guess you're gonna have to take a homework break so big brother can bottle feed you." Justin scolded, getting Alex out of the car seat and into his lap while Justin sat on the floor, pressing and rubbing the nipple on Alex's closed mouth.

"Open up little man, it's either you drink your special ba-ba and make 'present's for big brother or I get out the enema kit mom got for dad." Justin said.

Alex's eyes widen and he stared at his brothers face, wondering if Justin would really actually use that horrible looking thing on him..then recalling he was currently dressed like a big baby and opened his mouth.

"Good boy! Guess i could of just made you drink it on your own with that threat..eh, Your kinda cute like this. In a total loser big baby sorta way." Justin snickered.

Alex suckled down fast and hard, just wanting to get it over with and glared at Justin, willing himself to be able to make his asshole of a big brother end up crapping HIMSELF before Alex fudged his huggies.

As the cramps started to build in his tummy, Alex didn't think that was going to happen.

Seeing Alex being bottle fed by his brother and Grizz coming over Max gulped and gave a sheepish smile.

"I..Don't suppose you could just take the nipple off so i can chug this and get it over with huh?" He tried.

"heh, I suppose so. at least then I don't have to worry about burping the nerdy baby." Grizz said and started to unscrew the top. "But just so you know, if you try and just dump it out, I'll be tanning your ass for 5 minutes strait, then just giving you a enema."

Whether it was the threat itself, or the fact Max had loaded up on fluids on the way home he'd never be sure, but the poor boy gasped and whimpered as a hissing was heard and he soaked his diaper.

"Heh, We got our first wet diaper! Man, you must have a hair trigger bladder huh?" Grizz asked, and offered the opened ba-ba to Max. "Bottoms up soggy pants."

Whining softly but knowing he was stuck (in more ways then one with his diaper bloating out in the high chair) Max gave a week smile and drank as fast as he could.

The twins meanwhile had been given new instructions by Rayne who had decided if he was gonna have four sets of poopie diapers to change, he might as well get a cute site first.

The nicest of the three bullies (if only due to his lower IQ) he'd understood when Lyle and Kyle hadn't been abler to get they're ba-ba's picked up between the cramped space and the baby mitt and had picked up their bottle's and handed them to the other.

"Um..Rayne? I-I had more of my ba-ba gone." Kyle said meekly. "This is Lyle's."

"I Know, I want you to bottle feed each other, it'll look so cute!" he said and then with a big of shuffling around got them facing each other. "Your twin brothers so you're both close..So go on, help you brother drink up!" He encouraged them both.

Knowing better then to argue, the Twins shifted around and worked out how to get their arms out of the way of the other then both were drinking up, eyes closed and noses wrinkled from the smell of the socks, and the mini poots that were escaping almost constantly now as they were almost finished their ba-ba's.

As such with they're eyes closed they didn't see that Rayne had grabbed Justin's camera phone (After losing three cells of his own, Rayne wasn't trusted with one anymore.) and snapped a few pictures of the cuteness in front of him, and when they finished he fished them both out of the playpen and had them each put a head over one of his shoulders, apparently having gotten over his stance on burping them.

As they felt the big strong pats on their back and looked at each other over the simple giants shoulder, both twins wet their diapers at the same time but just like how they normally talked, one would burp then the other then the first one, back and forth till Rayne was sure he'd gotten all the gas bubbles out.

The twin's weren't sure how they felt about this, since Clearly Rayne was strong enough to support BOTH of them with just one hand making them feel even smaller then before, though it DID feel good to get all that gas out even if they're tummies were still cramping big time now.

"Feel better little guys?" Rayne asked, smirking.

Lyle started to nod while Kyle went to say something, but that was when the ba-ba's special ingredient kicked in. Both twins stiffened and little gasps came out of their mouths but that was nothing compared to the torrent of muck that poured out of their backside as the pink and white diapers rapidly expanded and even with the slits cut in them it was clear they were rapidly approaching a overflow point.

"Sheesh, that didn't take long." Grizz said, holding his nose.

"Oh man, their fucking toxic!" Justin complained.

between the sick sounding wet farts you could HEARD the diapers crackling as they fought to keep up but it wouldn't be till the diapers were fully loaded that they Twins would snap out of their shocked silence.

Rayne went to say something to comfort them but it was like a shrill alarm going off as both twin once again started wailing and crying, and Rayne winced, his own nose wrinkling.

"Uhh.. Can I just go and hose them off in the back yard?" He semi shouted, trying to be heard over the twins.

"Are you kidding? they'd alert the whole block as to whats going on!" Justin said, gagging a little. "Oh Man..I did NOT think this though..."

"Well what did you expect a dirty diaper was gonna smell like?" Alex huffed, though he was making grossed out faces too, plus knew that was his future."Sun shrine and rainbows?!"

"Also it's WAY too cold out to clean them up outside anyways Rayne, you'll make them sick."Max pointed out

"You two, shut up and get back to work. and Rayne..I know we were gonna make them sit in it but for the sake of everyone noses, change them now....and uh, take them to the basement to do it." Justin huffed.

Rayne nodded and off he went with the little stinkers and Grizz turned to Justin.

"Ahhh.. maybe we'll just use the pictures of them, but let them take dumps in the potty..I mean.. " he was saying, moving to go and open some windows.

"Ngggh, you might be onto something there." Justin said, then noticed Max and Alex exchanging looks and smirking. "..what's with the looks?"

"It seems to me, like the balance of power has shifted." Max said with a evil grin.

"Unless you WANT us unleashing hell in our diapers over and over again, you're gonna knock all of this off now, and hand over the pictures." Alex said smugly.

"Are you REALLY trying to threaten us with stinky diapers?" Grizz asked, half amused half in disbelief.

"If you thought the twin's were stinky they don't hold a candle up to Max, and Justin you know how bad I can be when I'm NOT loaded with ex-lax."

"..Mistakes have been made." Justin groaned, face palming.

"Are you kidding me?! I went though all that embarrassment and blew all that money on diapers and we're gonna cave in now?" Grizz huffed, looking pissed.

Max left out a poot and that fresh tears to the bullies eyes.

"Consider that a preview of whats to come." Max said and gave a evil laugh. "and tick tock guys.. us 'babies' can only hold it for sooo long~"

"Look Grizz, I'm sorry but unless you wanna be the one helping Rayne change diapers." Justin started to say, cut off by Rayne's cry of horror from the basement. "Then the plan failed."

"This is fucking bullshit!" Grizz huffed and then stormed out of the living room, grabbing his jacket.

"Grizz come on! wait!"

"No way man, screw you! I'm going home!" Grizz growled back and took off, slamming the door.

"...Well I hope your happy now!" Justin huffed at the big babies.

"Oh, we will be.. but first.. socks off and let us out of our baby prisons." Alex said, then smirked. "and don't worry, I have a feeling the diapers WON'T be going to waste."

For the first time since this little war had started, Justin felt a pang of worry.

In the aftermath, only the twins ended up messing their diapers and once Rayne found out the plan had fallen though he sulked and huffed and stormed off home too to do the extra class work that no one else was gonna do for him now.

The Pictures were turned over as promised and Justin figured Alex just deleted them, never suspecting that they were kept for blackmail power of a sort later on, and while no one else had a smelly diaper that night, all four boys kept wearing one just in case.

The twins were forgiven by Max and Alex after a bit, mostly due to how traumatized they seemed from having made such big stinkies and having to get cleaned up and had sucked on their thumbs when they weren't playing video games with Max and Alex, though they had conked out hard shortly after.

Justin, as the last bully standing, got the 'honor' of taking the shovel and going out to the trail to 'bury the treasure' and was less then happy when he came back and got told to go to bed and rest up, he was going to need it.

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Give Me All - Pt. 8

Bucky Barnes Modern AU - Part 8 feat. Natasha Romanov

After a series of disappointing experiences with wannabe-doms, you give this last new one a chance and he not only makes you forget every other man you’ve been with but also your own name.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: smut (18+ please), mentions of dom/sub relationship, Bucky x reader x Nat, bisexual!reader, besides that this part is acutally quite tame haha

A/N: I know it’s been a while but I just found time, ideas, and motivation to continue this so here we areeee. Please give feedback/comments/reblogs, it’s my number one source of happiness haha

You would have growled in frustration had it not been for the fact that you were in public and still too close to your office to not be noticed by your co-workers. This day had been… a day. A bad one, to say the least. You didn’t want to talk about it. The memory would be enough to taunt you until you got your mind off of it. But Bucky didn’t pick up the phone.

It was your birthday, and Bucky had been dodging your calls all day. Ever since he’d gone on his trip for work two weeks ago, you had been strung up for several reasons: the most obvious once being horniness, which was always given with his absence, the other being you day that was going horribly, and then there was the fact that Bucky wouldn’t be home on your birthday, or at least, not until late in the night. The only upside was that it was Friday, so you could sleep in tomorrow and have a cozy day with your fiancé.

You went home to his place that had slowly but surely become yours as well. Except for a few kitchen items and some furniture, everything was there and you had plans to hand over the keys to your apartment to your roommate once she’d found a replacement for you. But nothing, when you let the door fall shut behind you, was like you had left it. One major thing was out of place and it was the giant bouquet of an arrangement of your favorite flowers that sat in a large vase on the kitchen island. You certainly didn’t remember that being there this morning, nor the boxes with bows that most definitely held presents for you. It was your birthday, and Bucky was in his element, that’s what he had said days ago.

Both of you were, even weeks after the day he’d gotten down on one knee in front of you, still in the post-proposal honeymoon phase, and somehow, that made Bucky even more eager to shower you in presents. To you, the diamond on your finger was more than enough for at least the next ten years. It made you insanely happy every time you looked at it. But this, this was beyond what you could have imagined. You wanted to call out for him, but knowing him, you also knew that he wasn’t the type to hide behind a corner and surprise you. He was more hands-on. Nonetheless, this was gorgeous. Given the chance, you would have exchanged all of these presents for a day spent with him, but you appreciated them anyway.

You started with the note that was attached to the flowers.

Dearest Y/N,

Happy birthday. I wish I could be there personally right now, but I hope you enjoy my presents as much as I’ll enjoy your presence once I’m back tonight.

Love, Bucky

You rolled your eyes fondly at the pun, but couldn’t help the grin that switched into an expression of awe when you opened the first gift. Inside was a gorgeous, sleek black dress that would most definitely look amazing on you. He just knew what you liked even more than you did. Wear it for me tonight, said another note that you found in the box. The other presents Bucky had gotten you all matched this one. The shoes, the jewelry, the beautiful lingerie set all went together perfectly in a well-planned outfit. You wondered what his plans were for the day, but you couldn’t wait to find out.

Needless to say you looked absolutely ravishing once you’d put on everything. The dress and shoes fit comfortably, and the jewelry just put a cherry on top. You’d kept your hair and makeup natural and when you took a glance at yourself in the mirror, you were certain you’d never felt prettier than this. Bucky wouldn’t believe his eyes.

And he didn’t. Once the door fell shut behind him, he had already dropped and forgotten his bag, eyes fixed on you and you only. “God, I’m good,” he breathed, “spin for me.”

You could do nothing but smile shyly as you obliged. He was right in front of you when you faced him again.

“I had plans for tonight but I’m beginning to think we’d have more fun if I kept you tied to my bed all night.”

“Ha, you wish.” You stepped out of his grasp. “I didn’t get all dolled-up for nothing.”

“Hey.” He pulled you back into him with an arm around your waist. “I’m not nothing.”

You laughed. “Of course not. But I wanna find out what your plans are.”

“Mhm, I bet you do,” he said, “do you want a normal night or do you want to play?”

It wasn’t a question you needed to think about. “Play, please.”

His eyes lit up. “I was hoping you’d say that.” One hand reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out yet another box. “One more thing, though.” And with the way he opened the present for you, you knew that he was already in charge. Inside was a thin silk chocker whose two bands met in the middle in a small silver ring. Attached, was a tiny little diamond that matched your engagement ring.

“Is this…”

“Yes, baby,” Bucky said, “I want you to wear this collar whenever we play in public.” Smiling at your wide eyes, he pulled the collar from its place in the box to fasten it around your neck, loose enough not to hinder your breathing, but tight enough for you to definitely feel it.

Bucky stepped away, then, reaching out to pull you with him towards the door.

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The restaurant had been barely lit. The chandeliers above your head had offered enough light that you had seen your plate and Bucky, the table the only thing between you two. And while the food had been delicious, you hadn’t really been able to concentrate on it, as your mind had been too occupied by your task. Because tonight, you weren’t in the position to complain or decline an order he gave, you hadn’t refused. Consequently, a pair of panties, soaked to an embarrassing degree, now happily sat stuffed into the front right pocket of Bucky’s dress pants. At least, you dress was tight, so it wouldn’t just blow away and expose you, but that meant that it had been considerably difficult for you to take them off right there in the me middle of the restaurant without anyone noticing.

You were getting into the right headspace to submit more and more each passing second, and Bucky could tell. In the car park, you had begged him to touch you, desperate to the point where he had to shove you into the backseat and drape you over his lap. No panties where in the way once the hem of your dress was bunched around your waist, and he didn’t waste any time bringing his hand down harshly. The only thing that kept you from exclaiming profanities that would earn you several more slaps was the metal hand on your mouth.

“Keep quiet,” he said, tone considerably deeper than just a few minutes ago in the restaurant, “we don’t want anyone to overhear, do we?” It was a rhetorical question. Of course you didn’t. God knows what strangers would think if they were to walk by too closely and hear him punish you.

When Bucky made his way back to the front seat, you stayed behind where you could shift your weight away from your burning cheeks without getting noticed. He had done quite the number on you and the night had just started.

You stared off into the blurry lights of the buildings you passed and perked up when Bucky pulled up in front of a club. It had been a while since you last had been in a place like this, but with him by your side, you were beyond excited. Maybe, he would have you dance for him, or with him, even.

He ordered for you. He was in charge, after all, but the drink was nice. Not too strong but not fruity either and you gratefully accepted it. You knew it would most likely stay your first any only drink of the night – not counting the glass of wine you had had with your dinner – because Bucky always wanted a clear head that he could bring to subspace. Otherwise, it would be too dangerous, especially for what he had planned tonight.

“Dance for me,” he whispered into your ear, his lips grazing the skin at the base of your neck as he pushed you towards the dance floor. Your drink stayed with him for safekeeping. The strappy high heels at your feet didn’t do much for grace, but they brought a nice curve to your body when you began to sway your hips, your back to Bucky. Unsurprisingly, his eyes were fixated on you, when you turned. The beat strung your body like a musician would his instrument, and you moved for Bucky like your life depended on it. There was no saying how sexy you actually looked – from his position, he mostly only saw your head and the occasional tilt of your hips when the people between you were just out of sight enough.

But the tension was immaculate, even when strange hands settled on your waist. You hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in so long you almost didn’t recognize it, but the weight on your skin was too dainty to not be Bucky’s, even not considering that you were staring into his eyes all the way from across the room. His nod allowed you to indulge in the embrace of the woman behind you, and the bare skin of your back caught soft breasts. She swung her hips for you, moving you against her front with the rhythm. It was much too loud to make out any melody, but the beat was making your heart thump against your ribcage in its own pattern.

Either Bucky’s eyes were darkening or you were imagining it. But either way, you loved the sight. You wanted him with you, above you, inside you. The woman could join, you didn’t care and you hadn’t even seen her face yet.

Her lips met your neck after having pushed aside your hair and you almost pushed her away, but Bucky shook his head, telling you to go on. This had apparently become part of the game for tonight. Maybe, he would spin it so that it looked like you had been trying to cheat so that he could punish you. Maybe, he’d use her as leverage against you in the playroom. Maybe, maybe.

In a moment of bravery, you spun in her arms and she instantly pressed her knee between your thighs. It was too much, but still not enough. You wanted to be touched just like this, but not by her. It felt wrong but good at the same time. Looking up, you couldn’t make out her face entirely, but the hair that, even under the colorful lights, seemed a bright red, framed it in neat, pretty curls.

Her arms fell onto your shoulders and yours settled on her waist in response. You stayed like that, swinging to the music that had switched to a different unrecognizable song. It was hot, and comfortable enough for you to almost let lose. Right until you caught Bucky’s eye over her shoulder. He raised a brow, unimpressed. He wasn’t yet in the mood to punish, but definitely getting there. You decided it was time you brought his attention back to him before he could make his move.

Smiling apologetically, you detached yourself from her arms – she wouldn’t have heard you speak over the music anyway – and squeezed through the hundreds of bodies back to your fiancé. Unsurprisingly, he pulled you close, right between his spread legs so he could hook one of them around your ankles possessively. His lips were on you in an instant and you could tell he was hungry for it. This was the first proper kiss in two weeks and neither of you cared who else was present to be a witness to it. But your thoughts – just a tiny part of them – were fixed on the woman from before. And no matter where you two went in the club, you always caught her eye almost periodically.

You were in a dilemma situation. The woman was absolutely stunning, now that you had seen her entirely. She was wearing a skin-tight black dress that hugged every curve of her practically flawless body, the thin material leaving little to the imagination. Red hair curled to perfection flowing down one of her shoulders, vibrant green eyes following your every move, intrigued. You wanted her, deep down, and you were almost certain she felt the same.

But nothing was going to happen, not tonight, not ever. At least, as long as you were with Bucky and you intended to have that be the case for a long time.

Bucky noticed you staring at her – you couldn't help it, really – and you would have been ashamed were it not for the warm hand that crept its way up your thigh, dangerously close to your core.

He slowly kissed the back of your neck. “Like what you see?”

You were putty in his hands, had been ever since he had gotten home and, just by his gaze, threatened to take you on every piece of furniture that was strong enough to hold you up, and you couldn��t stop yourself from nodding against him.

“Me, too,” he confessed with a smile on his lips.

He continued to hold you close to his chest, though he didn't touch you any further, the heat and want radiating off him was enough to have your feel light-headed. “I'm gonna go to the ladies' room real quick.”

He let go of you and once he had seen you disappear into the hallway that led to the bathrooms, Bucky sent a wink to the woman across the room. She responded with a knowing smile and got up, vanishing from his sight in the crowd.

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You longed to splash some cold water in your face but were faced with two problems: your carefully applied makeup and the fact that you were in one of the stalls and not in front of the sink. But you didn't want to get out, either, feeling weirdly secure in that tiny space you had right now. You needed to gather your thoughts before you got back out there, back to Bucky.

Trying to get yourself to focus, you gave yourself a slap to the thigh – again, makeup – but realized instantly that that had only made you hotter and more desperate. Maybe you should buy yourself a glass of water at the bar. With ice.

Yeah, that was probably for the best. That way, with a clearer head, you could tell your fiancé that you longed for him to dominate you again. The last time he had really gone for it was shortly after he’d proposed and that was almost a month ago. Way too much time wasted, in your opinion. So, you forced yourself out before he could send someone in to come check up on you, though not before making sure his ring was still on your finger, and made your way back to his side. However, when you got to the place at the bar where you had left him a few minutes ago, he was nowhere in sight. Stranded in a huge and fucking crowded club, great. Before you had the chance to actually panic, though, you heard a voice behind you.

“Date left you hanging?” The sultry tone instantly sent a shiver down your spine and you prayed to all the gods or whomever that it didn't belong to the gorgeous redhead. But of course, it did.

“What's your name, darling?” she asked once you had turned around to face her. She was even more beautiful up close and in the light.

You swallowed. “Y/N.” This was not good. Where the hell was Bucky?

The corners of her mouth quirked upward. “Are you nervous, Y/N?”

You nodded and mentally scolded yourself for it a second later.

“Afraid your boyfriend's gonna find out you're flirting with a strange woman?” The way she cocked her head to the side and the way she spoke to you like that, it painfully reminded you of Bucky.

And you felt the need to say yes. Not only to oblige her – damn your submissive ass – but to also gently tell her to back off because, no, you were neither single nor interested. Though to be fair, you couldn’t say you weren’t interested, hypothetically, but you were never going to do anything about it. And you weren't going to fall in love with her, either, no matter what way you went. You loved Bucky.

Speaking of.

“No need for that, baby,” he whispered into your ear from behind and your heart momentarily stopped beating. “Don't be spooked. I'm not mad.”

“You're not?” you asked with wide eyes, still staring at the woman who was now looking at Bucky behind you with an expression you couldn't put a name to.

“You told me I'd get more time with her.” The disappointed tone in her voice confused you to no end. What was going on?

He ran his hand up your arm, coming to rest on the nape of your neck. “Sorry, Nat, couldn't keep just watching. I had to join.”

“What?” You were utterly helpless.

“Happy Birthday.” Bucky added a few kisses to his words onto the skin just below your ear.

“What?” you asked again, this time speaking to the outstretched hand of the woman.

“Hi, I'm Natasha,” she said, “and I'm your birthday present.”

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It started off innocently enough, but you were on your toes the entire time anyway. Bucky lead the both of you to the exit, a hand on either waist as your eyes darted around the room to catch the glare of envious strangers that you knew were longing to be in Bucky’s place. They had no idea.

He opened the doors to his car, offering you the passenger seat like you were used to. The only exception, this time, was that Natasha smoothly slipped in the back seat. Up until this point, you hadn’t been able to keep your eyes off of her, catching your gaze that found her again and again and now, in the car, that didn’t change. Your attention flickered from your fiancé to the image of your so-called birthday present in the side mirror. It was maddening.

Bucky’s hand found your thigh at a red light, just barely pushing up the fabric of your dress, and because he had chosen his automatic car for the evening, he didn’t have to let go when the light turned green.

A gasp flew out of your mouth so suddenly that you almost choked on it when Natasha reached for your neck from behind, pushing your hair to the side. Bucky snickered and you could hear her breath so incredibly close to your ear it was driving you insane.

“She does have a sensitive neck,” Natasha remarked when your breathing only quickened under her touch.

“Told you.” Bucky was looking at you through the corner of his eye, a sly smirk on his lips.

You were still waiting for the curtain to fall, for them to start laughing, to tell you it was all a joke. But the moment never came. Bucky pulled into parking garage of the club and the air was still thick with all sorts of emotions. Want, lust, your undeniable nervousness, and utter excitement. You wanted this, you realized in that instant and your fear turned into heat pooling in your center.

There weren’t any rules like you were used to. Bucky hadn’t told you what you were allowed to do and what was off limits. You were certain that he had discussed your dynamics with Natasha beforehand but you were still being thrown in the water. When Bucky opened the door for you, you leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Can we talk for a second, please?”

His whole demeanor changed. Gone was the dom the moment he took you by the hand and led you away from the car. “If you don’t want this, we can stop. You know that, right?”

You gave a sigh of relief. “No, I want this. I’m just not sure about the rules.”

Bucky smiled softly. “There are no rules except the ones that already apply. You are to enjoy this fully. Nothing with her is off limits. She’s filthier than we are, trust me. One thing, though, she’ll order you around in there and you’ll oblige, but you are still owned by me and me only. My word over hers.”

That made you smile in return. “Okay, thank you.”

He searched your eyes for signs of hesitation but when he saw nothing, he gave you a nod and pulled you back towards the car to collect Natasha and a gym bag he got from the trunk.

Again, the three of you walked side by side, but this time, he was holding hands with you, not touching Natasha. On wobbly knees, you tried to walk as steadily as possible and luckily, the room he lead you to, the one he always rented, wasn’t too far away. Too preoccupied in your head, you didn’t notice him checking you in at the front desk nor how he let go of your hand to unlock the door. Only when he stood in front of you and took your face in his hands, softly calling your name, did you come back to the present.

“Everything okay? Are you with me?”

You nodded, you throat suddenly too dry to form words.

Natasha plucked the gym bag from his shoulder, peeking inside. You didn’t know this, but she had requested a few items specifically. Bucky, on the other hand, pulled you in for a kiss that warmed you from the inside and had heat pooling between your legs even more than there already was. You wanted this and on top of everything, it was one of the best birthday presents you had ever received – at least, you hoped so.

When he pulled away, there was barely an inch between your noses and he was still close enough for you to feel his breath. You knew you were safe with him. If he trusted a person – Natasha – like this, he knew exactly what he was doing and who that person was. You wanted this.

Stepping back, his eyes were fixed on you when Natasha was suddenly in your line of sight. She wore a she studied you, hands relaxed by her sides. You didn’t know where to go from here, but one of them would tell you, you just needed to wait.

A quick glance between her and Bucky that told you that a huge amount of this was planned meticulously, and then she spoke. “You ready, darling?”

You nodded. You wanted this.

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edengarden · 3 years

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hey man when you have the time can i pwetty pwease get a music matchup!

3 positive traits of mine areeee: brave, resilient and friendly!

3 negatives are: obnoxious, stubborn, extremely distrusting

my hobbies include: true crime, baking, reading and crying over video games

my music taste is mostly rock, other close faves are metal, punk, folk anything super upbeat but depressing and indie! though as for most people im open to all kinds too uwu oh and i know its not a genre itself but im also a huge sucker for songs where the singers get so into singing they have that kind of loud yell/growl in some parts of it? i ascend to another realm when i hear it tbh, sorry if thats like incomprehensible orz

what i look for is kindness, sincerity, humour and passion tbh

things i dont like in people are mostly just genuinely mean people who feel the need to put others down. not in a joking friend asshole way but in a genuinely malicious way. cant stand em, i can will and have gotten into fights with these ppl. why be mean when u can be... nice and help ppl and make them smile like... i just dont get it.

my big three star signs are taurus sun, cancer moon and pisces rising. idk jackshit abt but ppl call me baby bc of it and i am NOT a baby! i may look like a blue haired version of the aDAM vine guy but!! im not baby, i am bastard if anything.

im also an entp-t if that uhhh helps.

fun facts about myself, uh im super good at reading people irl, im a human lie detector and it freaks people out. this uh.. does make me have trust issues.

i once got into a fight in a library with a group of people bc they were blackmailing one of my friends. i subsequently got kicked out but! i did win and my friend wasn't harassed by those ppl ever since.

oh im rly good with animals, i have a reputation where i live for taking in animals and helping them find their homes!

im very loud and stupid, it bewilders people how stupid i am. ironically ive got medals for academics. you wouldnt think that of someone who quire literally kept pushing a pull door in front of three people and proceeded to say "damn :/ i think this door is stuck" and then immediately have one of those people silently pull the door open and... man you can imagine the faces they all gave me. orz.

ooookie dokie i think thats it! sorry if this was too much! if you want me to elaborate or need any help deciphering my bullshit ill call myself 💥anon and ill try to help anyway i can

anyway thanks for your time i hope you have a fantastic day!

GROWLINF SINGERS ARE THE BEST I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOOOODDDDDD. I GET EARGASMS I SWAR THE EMOTIONS ARE OFF THE CHARTS-

Also, you sound like a MOOD. I’m a Taurus sun too UwU

I’d match you up with Semi!

Okay I know this sounds like a rough match but listen, listen... your taste in hobbies and music is IMMACULATE to him. Kudos to you, he respects the fricken drip.

I can also very easily see you two cuddled up on the couch late at night and watching buzzfeed unsolved?? Like that’s your ideal date??

And Semi finds your “stupidity” so endearing?? For some reason?? Like yea he’s gonna scold you for trying to push a “pull” door but oh my god he can’t believe that you’re the same person who’s acing all their classes, it’s mind-boggling. You’re his little phenomenon.

Semi will always go to you when he gets song inspo. Whether it’s lyrics or instrumental, he wants your opinion on the matter even if you’re not that music oriented. The only thing is he might get a bit shy showing his work to you if you’re mentioned in the lyrics or if it’s obvious that the song is about you. Please praise the poor boy he’ll deny it but he’s melting and/or blushing. If he manages to get some funky growl vocals or instrumentals, or REALLY good chords and dissonance and you react in any way (whether it be a gasp or a literal pterodactyl screech), he’s gonna feel so proud omg omg from now on his goal is to get that reaction from you as often as possible.

Thank god semi isn’t a “I’ll hold ur flower bby you go beat up the assholes” type of boyfriend bc you’d get in trouble so often?? I think Semi would cut the bullshit and remind you that getting hurt over that isn’t worth it. He’ll physically hold you back if he needs, I swear. But usually, he’s got the words necessary to explain to you that no, throwing hands in this situation will not improve it at all so please don’t go punch a nazi in the face you can just film it and call the person out so that the world can see. Semi’ll help you find out who they are and together you’ll report them to their workplace and have them fired. Semi will teach you the ways of cunning revenge.

Songs!!

- Sons of the Silent Age, David Bowie (THE EMOTIONS THE EMOTIONS THE EM- Semi practically mastered that song because the two of you sing it so often)

- The Dogs of War, Pink Floyd

- Owner of a Lonely Heart, Yes

- Money, Money, Money, Meryl Streep, Julie Walters & Christine Baranski (the growl you’ll love the growl and so does Semi)

#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!!#matchup #semi eita

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aelaer · 4 years

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Accomplishments Yay

On being social:

Okay! I managed to get through about uh, 50 review replies tonight dating back from March when I just fell off the face of the earth. I still have another like, 60 to go (and like half of those are from you while I was on a tumblr/fic hiatus @oo0-will-of-the-wisp-0oo so expect like 500 emails hopefully by the end of the weekend with a lot of thank yous lmao).

Then after that it’s my tumblr PMs and tumblr @ mentions I can find over the last monthish. And then I’ll be caught up partially on the social side amg. There’s still about ~5 old asks that will take a good chunk of time to reply to, plus two fanfic recs that I meant to write about in farking March and never got to. Those areeee coming.

On being a reader:

It took me 7 weeks, but I went through all 86 pages of English Corvo Attano fan fic (from Dishonored) on AO3, and read everything I was interested in (I was doing it nightly, more or less, and I’m a fast reader lol). Now that I have completely and utterly *consumed* that small fandom, to the point that I desperately went to ff.net to see if there was anything good (I found only one good one, how far that site has fallen since its mid-2000s glory years!) I am ready to go back to reading Other Fandoms.

I read BBC Sherlock many times a week throughout part of 2017 and most of 2018 so I think I still need a break from that (honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if I read over 10 million words), but if anyone has any recommendations from the MCU that’s been created since February, I’m all ears. Not sure yet about LOTR, I spent so long there that it’s hard to imagine what fanfic has been created from 2011 to 2020 - the stuff I read from 2001 to 2010 were a huge influence on me growing up. But I wouldn’t be opposed to recs there, either, I think.

On being a writer:

In my mad bout of research last night I actually wrote like 200 words of a sketch for Blood In My Veins to help solve a plot point that I’ve been having a lot of issues with. It’s not *story writing*, but fuck, I’ll take outlining at this point.

I reread a handful of my one-shots after work today to remind myself that I actually really like my writing and should continue to pluck at it. I consider myself a better writer than artist, in any case.

My end of summer writing goals (now that my consumption of my new obsession is finished) is still forming. It’s about 5 weeks. What I think I’d like to do is something like this:

An ask fan fic prompt a week (I still have about 10, I need to spit ‘em out!) Writing short things is a good exercise, me. No more than 5k, I think.

Finish my farking crossover. That was meant to be done in February :/ End chapter shouldn’t be more than 3k.

Write like, 5k of the next story in Earth-197320. It’s got 9k in it, it’s at a very pivotal time, this story. This story establishes a lot of the *whys* and the transitioning.

Throw in like 2k towards Blood in Our Veins.

20k in 5 weeks should be doable if I don’t keep wasting time doing other things. I don’t think I’ll be able to do that mad rush of like 100k words I did in 2019, but I’d like to have more writing done this year than has thus far been accomplished.

On being an artist:

I have two art prompts left. I am going to try and tackle one tomorrow, keep it to no more than an hour, hopefully.

And I need a final illustration for my crossover. I’ve already selected the stock image I’ll be using. I don’t expect it’ll be anything more than a pencil drawing, though.

I’d like to get a tablet where I could draw without getting out my laptop and Wacom drawing tablet. I don’t know what program to use for such a thing, though.

#personal #writing #reading #it's been rough this year #but hopefully i can get more productivity in

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peace-coast-island · 4 years

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Diary of a Junebug

Having a reel great time

It’s Fishing Tourney time! I’ve been on a lucky streak lately with doubles - which is saying a lot since I tend to lag behind on these events for some reason. Maybe it’s the good company or the decor or the nice weather. Whatever it is, I probably shouldn’t question it or else my good luck would go away.

Joining us on this fun event are the Allegris - Chris, Elaina, David, Jeremy, Danny, and Angie! Us grown ups are out here doing are own thing while the kids (okay, aside from Angie the rest aren’t really kids anymore so basically it’s the 22 and under club) have broken off into different groups.

Life in the Allegri household is basically like straight out of a sitcom. I’ve been following David’s channel this past year and his weekly family vlogs are entertaining af. From David dragging Elaina into one of his crazy schemes, Danny and Angie getting into a mess, Jeremy being pretty much done with everyone and Chris being either totally functional or a total disaster (there is no in between) - I would definitely sit down and watch several seasons of the Allegris just be themselves.

Also, a few of David’s vlogs have become memes or gone viral. One was where he challenged Elaina and Chris to make a cake without using measurements (dad vs. aunt Baking challenge) - Elaina somewhat succeeded, Chris, not so much. Another one is titled “the kids areeee fightingggggg!!!” where everyone goes stir crazy while being snowed in. And recently, “they did what?!” in which Elaina accidentally got Jeremy and Danny fired, Angie misplaced a neighbor’s dog, and Grandpa ruined Chris’s week by revealing a shocking truth.

They’re all such a mess but that’s why I love them. Chris and Elaina are peak disasters - Chris being the perfect example of head full, thoughts empty and Elaina being chaotic all the way. But in all honesty, they’re doing their best and they’re all around good people. The two bicker a lot but they’re super close and have always got each other’s backs.

It was Elaina’s idea for the family to drop by the campsite for a short vacay. We started planning this back when I came to her mom’s concert and saw the singing roses. I suggested either a gyroid event or a fishing tourney since they enjoy the great outdoors.

The main reason why Elaina wanted a get together is for her brother. With David graduating college and Jeremy and Danny graduating high school - as well as David moving out and Jeremy going abroad for college - to say that Chris is experiencing empty nest syndrome is a bit of an understatement.

Although he’s been putting on a brave face, Chris is going through a bit of a rough patch. According to Elaina, Allegri men aren’t the best at dealing with their feelings. Her dad means well but telling Chris to toughen up and don’t think too hard about stuff you can’t control isn’t the best advice to give someone who always feels like they have to keep it together. As much as Elaina loves her dad, she can’t help but be annoyed by him at times for being so out of touch - especially since he wasn’t around most of the time when they were growing up.

On top of feeling like his boys are drifting away, Chris is also buckling under the pressure of being a single parent. Even with his sister and now dad helping out, he’s still on his own. It’s not easy being a part time airline pilot and a full time dad but he does pull it off - one of the many reasons why Elaina admires her big brother. That’s why it hurts her to see that her brother has been constantly second guessing himself, worrying that he’s not there enough for the boys.

Elaina’s the opposite of her brother as she’s more vocal and open about pretty much everything. She’s also a counselor so she knows how to read people well - sometimes to the point where she pokes her head into other people’s businesses. Though she tends to get in over her head while trying to help someone, you can’t help but admire the effort. Sure she drives her family up the wall sometimes by trying to get them to talk out their problems but if she didn’t, then they wouldn’t be the loving close knit family they are right now.

In a way, she feels kinda responsible for contributing to her brother’s stress. Being the younger sibling, Elaina tends to get away with more - meaning she’s not always expected to be the bigger person. If Chris is busy taking care of his boys, his sister, and his niece, then who’s got his back? Sure, he’s got his mom he doesn’t want to worry her and as for his dad, he’s not the kind of parent you can turn to for advice.

Before, he had Melyssa, but she’s gone now. Unlike his parents and his sister, he’s not divorced so that’s another reason why he feels like he’s on his own. Even after five years, the grief of losing his wife still hurts. Although he has been dating on and off, his relationships didn’t last long as his heart still belonged to Melyssa - something his dad just doesn’t understand.

A couple weeks before, his dad tried to set him up on a date that ended disastrously and Chris later vented to Elaina that he was fed up with being fixed up. Considering that their dad went through four marriages - last one ending a couple months ago - Chris and Elaina don’t exactly trust him on anything in terms of relationships. Not that they were asking anyway but he still insists on butting his head into their business whether they like it or not.

As for Elaina, after being screwed over twice, she’s given up on the idea of finding “the one.” She married once and regretted it - toxic masculinity and a fragile ego are two big dealbreakers, both traits which defined her ex. A few years later she dated this other guy who got her pregnant with Angie and then ditched her because he didn’t want to be tied down. Although she’s been dating other people since then, Elaina can’t see herself commit to a long term relationship. And right now, she’s happily single - another thing which is hard for her dad to understand.

Aside from getting away from the old man, Elaina wanted to plan a family day so Chris and the boys can catch up on some much needed quality time together. With the boys being so busy because of graduations, moving out, college prep, etc., they could all use a break - especially Chris, who’s been spreading himself kinda thin because of all of this. It’s also good for Angie as she’s pretty bummed out that David and Jeremy won’t be around as often. At least Danny will still be home, though Chris is concerned that he doesn’t really have any future prospects in mind.

Fishing tourneys are a lot more fun with good company. Plus you catch a lot more fish as a group so that’s a nice bonus. Chris was the real MVP, not only he caught a lot of doubles, he got a bunch of rare fish too. Even David and Danny, both who aren’t big on fishing, caught some winners too. At one point Angie fished out a jar that Sherb had misplaced this morning and got a nice reward in return.

While waiting for the next round of fish to show up, I gave them a tour of the camp and from there everyone did their own thing. Jeremy and Lloid were in the garden cross breeding plants. Danny hung around for a bit before getting bored and heading off to the main campsite. David, Butch, Cheri, Kid Cat, and Audie went swimming at Lost Lure Creek. Angie, Goldie, and Cyd went picking fruit at Breezy Hollow so they can make dessert later in the day. Then there was me, Elaina, and Chris hiking around and occasionally checking in on everyone.

Aside from a slight mishap with a pitfall seed (sorry Chris!), the hike went smoothly. Elaina was right, they needed this trip. I can tell that as the day went on, everyone looked more relaxed and at ease. Also, it was nice to see Chris and Elaina kick back and not worry too much about life stuff. Sometimes you just need to step back and take a break.

While lying down in the grass, Chris suggested that we make up stories based on the shapes of the clouds - a game he and Elaina often played as kids. So we did that for a while, which was fun. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said Elaina has a wild imagination - the stories she comes up with are wildly outrageous but also make sense on a deep level, like galaxy brain level stuff.

Then it was back to Saltwater Shores for the next round of the tourney. I swear, I think Chris is a good luck charm or something because we’ve got a pretty good haul! If we keep this up tomorrow, I won’t have to use a net to catch up later on. It was also nice seeing Chris and the boys having fun together as well as Elaina and Angie catching up on some much needed mother and daughter time.

For dinner, we set up a bonfire at the campsite. Goldie led a sing along which was super fun! After hearing her and Chris sing at their mom’s concert, I couldn’t let them pass up the opportunity to show off their musical chops. Their kids are also great singers as well, which shouldn’t be too surprising considering how musical talent runs in the family. The highlight of the night was Elaina, David, and Angie performing various musical numbers. What started out as a sing along turned into an impromptu Concert Under the Stars!

Before we knew it, midnight had come and gone. Now it’s past 1 and although I’m physically tired, my mind’s still wide awake. Though now I’m starting to nod off a bit so I’d better wrap up soon as we’ve got another busy day ahead.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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askthesecreepydumbasses · 5 years

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can you do an fic (preferably long if you have time♥️) about y/n being bullied and keeping it a secret from toby for a l o n g time and one day he accidently sees bruises and finds out what happens? and have his reaction ?

Hey hey! I'm. super bad at judging whether fics are long or not, but here's what I made! -Kenshi (btw i haven't written in,,,, forever and this is mobile so my apologies if this is -3 quality)

~*~

Toby paced around his room, lost in thought as he tried to remember everything he had ever done with the love of his life. It had been almost two years since the first date, and he wanted to make it special, but had no idea what to do. Re-creating a first date was to cliche, and so were all the other ideas he had come up with. Then there was the fear of if you were planning something, and it was just too much. Good thing he could hear the door opening, exactly on cue with when you usually got home from school, because lord knows how a hug from you would calm him.

“Ohhhhh Y/N! Where areeee youuu?” Toby called out, joy evident in his voice as he jogged over to you, entrapping you in a hug the second your bag was down. Now, many people make jokes about how Toby is a bit unintelligent when it comes to social cues, but anyone could tell the way you tensed up, winced and narrowed your eyes when he squeezed you, and while this one wasn too odd, it was worth noting that you only gave him a brief, feather light touch that could be barely called a hug. He pulled back and narrowed his eyes, checking you up and down for any injuries.

“Is everything okay? I know you dont always care much for super tight hugs, but that was... weirder than normal. Do you have anything you need to talk about?” The question was more than an invitation for you, a beg for you to jump into his arms and cry about everything that was bothering you, he even tilted his head to make it seem more open, so... why weren't you running to him?

“Oh, no, I'm okay Toby, nothings wrong. Thank you for asking though. How was your day?” You have a small half smile and attempted to change the topic to some lighter small talk as you picked up your bag from where you had dropped it to properly receive Toby. This attempt was not lost on your boyfriend, but at the moment, he decided to just go with it. He had heard it was best to just leave people be and ty to get them to open up slowly, and besides, what if there wasn't an issue? How stupid would he look, pestering you for nothing?

And so the next hour or two was spent like that, small talk and nothing more, with both of you trying to hide the truth.

~*~

The two of you sat on Toby's bed, having decided to take a nap before dinner, since there was nothing else to do, and both of you could use the rest. Toby had changed out of his jeans and into a pair of shorts, and, due to his insistence, you had changed into one of Toby's shirts, a short sleeve, with him claiming you wouldn't get could if you were “wrapped in my loving embrace, darling.” and being too drowsy to protest you agreed, and crawled into bed with Toby, who just smiled and layers down with you, holding one of your hands beneath the covers, a small smile adorning his face as he drifted off with you, not that it would last long.

You see, after about half an hours of rest, Toby was jolted awake, cold from the lack of covers, as they were all wrapped around your form which... shouldn't have been thrashing was much as it was. You were shaking, and your face had contoured into a grimace, kicking and pushing, it was no wonder you had taken the blankets, what with how your limbs were flailing. A sad sigh escaped from Toby as he went to tale you into his arms, just to flinch back and gasp as he caught sit of your arms. They were absolutely covered in bruises, dark yellows, blues and purples, even a bit of green making a spotted pattern on them. He decided not to wake you yet, gently lifting your shirt up so your stomach was revealed and tearing up a bit at the sight. The bruises only got worse, a bit of blood from broken skin scabbed onto you, and knowing your home situation, there was only one logical explanation, and that was that this had to be happening at school.

He gently slid off the bed, changed into his work clothes and exited the room. Toby sent a quick text to Jeff, asking the man to meet up with him, and a different message to EJ, requesting that the trainee doctor watch over you, and patch you up while he was gone. Bottling up his feelings, Toby grabbed his old hatchets, figuring that for a job like this, these people deserved a name brand death.

~*~ While you weren't quite sure how EJ knew you needed medical help, you weren't sure whether you should complain or not. Yes, this was probably the best course of action, but god, the cream he was putting on those bruises hurt so bad, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that they were worse than getting the bruises! (Ok, maybe that was a lie, but still, you get the idea) Worst of all, you had no clue where Toby was, and in that moment, he was all you really wanted to see. Maybe you two were just so close that you had a subconscious dra wto one another, but for the second time that day, you two were reunited just at the perfect moment.

Toby entered the room just as EJ finished wrapping some ace bandages around your arms, in order to make sure it wouldn't get wiped off, and to remind you you had bandages on and needed to take care of your injuries. EJ looked at Toby and gave him a small nod, trying to signal that Y/N was okay, and that he'd give the two of you some space. Toby thanked him and closed the door when the other boy was out.

He stood there and looked at you for a moment, before walking up to you, taking both of your hands in his, and pulling you back onto a siting position on the bed with him, forehead gently pressed against yours. His fingers rubbed over your knuckles for a moment, sitting there in silence before he started to speak.

“Y/N, I love you so much. I can unders if you were scared, but you shouldn't have to be. None of what happened is your fault, and you are never alone, there is and always will be a number of people you can talk to, you are so precious and so loved, no one deserves to go through what you went through.

You two would spend a few minutes more quietly talking, before agreeing to go get some food. When you were both full, you would return and Toby would try his hardest to do whatever you needed to in order to recover, be it sit in silence and agree to discuss later, talk right there and then, or anything else, there's no denying it was perfect.

~*~

Toby would be very upset, but wouldn't get all breaking things mad, he would be quietly fuming, all business as he went and dealt with the issue, before ultimately returning to you, putting your needs and happiness before his own pain for you.

~*~

So sorry if I messed up what you wanted Anon! I'm not sure if this is long enough, but hopefully even if it isn't, you still enjoy! Let me know if there's anything you want changed!

#creepypasta #oneshot #fics #ticci toby #mod.kenshi #ask to tag

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elena-reina · 5 years

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Don’t Leave - Newt Scamander x Reader

Prompt: Newt is drunk and you have to take care of him

Warnings: A very drunk Newt, Fluff~

Y/N: Your name

A loud noise awoke you from your slumber on a chair causing you to fall over. You groaned rubbing the back of your head. Looking around, you remembered you were still in Newt’s suitcase. You tiredly glanced at the clock on the table. It was 11:32 P.M.

You grabbed your wand and shifted slightly, pulling yourself up. Rolling over , you yawned, but then you remembered as Dougal the Demise climbed on top of you.

“Shit,” you cursed and quickly stood up, holding onto him. You had forgotten to finish feeding the creatures.

“Sorry buddy,” you sighed, as Dougal climbed onto your shoulder, nuzzling his head into your neck. You lightly scratched the top of his head as he closed his eyes in bliss.

You quickly finished feeding the creatures and help settle them down before they went to sleep. Walking back to the chair you originally on, you paused. It has been too quiet.

Where was Newt?

If he had seen you asleep on the chair earlier, he would’ve carried you back to your shared bedroom and put you to bed. Or if he hadn’t noticed you he would’ve been humming a sweet melody to his creatures so that they could fall asleep faster.

You quickly walked to the stairs and took one last look at the creatures. Climbing out of the case, it was quiet. However, a loud sound of a bottle hitting the floor startled you. Taking out your wand, you proceeded with caution walking down the hallway.

“Y/N!” that familiar voice slurred behind you, grabbing onto you and pulled you back a couple of steps. You gasped and quickly turned around, falling into that person’s arms. You lifted your gaze and peered into Newt’s dazed eyes.

In his hand was a bottle of Ogden’s Olde Fire Whiskey placed in his right hand, swaying slightly. A lazy grin was plastered on his face and he peered at you.

“Well don’t you look ravishing,” he slurred, leaning on you causing you both to tumble to the floor. Groaning, you looked over at Newt on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Newt,” You breathed, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. He slowly turned around, taking another swig of the brown liqueur. He made eye contact with you, raising his free hand and tracing your face with his index finger.

“I- What are you doin- nmp“

He pushed his index finger to your lips silencing you, moving it around on your lips. Newt gazed into your eyes, his eye drooping slowly.

“Shhh…” He chuckled to himself.

“Newt, do you know what time-”

He quickly covered his ears, shaking his head, his curls bouncing everywhere. “What’re you so loud for?”

You bit your lip, holding back your laughter. “I’m just- Newt are you... are you drunk?”

Newt’s hair was untamed and falling into his eyes, his bowtie is undone, and his vest wasn’t buttoned up.

“Mmm... I'm *hic* fiiine...” Newt slurred shaking his head innocently. He stood up, stumbling and walked to the chair in the dining room of your shared house. He slumped down into the chair, leaned on the table with his head resting on his propped arm.

You got off of the floor, and walked closer to him, pulling up a chair next to him.

“You’re really pretty,” he mumbled drowsily. He reached out towards your face and fixed a piece of hair. He sighed, happily with his eyes closed, and began to slowly drift off to sleep.

Puzzled, you sat there for a few seconds, looking at him. Light snores came from his mouth as he was slowly sliding off of his propped arm. You weren’t going to let him sleep here, but you didn’t exactly know how to get him to the bedroom either. He was a lot taller than you, and not to mention heavier. Nibbling on the bottom of your lip, you stood up.

Newt’s head soon slipped from his hand and slammed down onto the table, causing you jump from the loud impact. However, he was still somehow asleep.

“How the hell..-” you mumbled, astonished that he was still asleep.

The only way was to wake him and help him walk to the bedroom together. You lightly placed your hand on his shoulder and lightly shook him. He mumbled incoherent words.

“Newt, baby,” you whispered.

Newt, whose head had been previously facing downward on the table, shot straight up at the sound of your voice. He had the biggest smile you had ever seen spread across his face.

“Y/N!” He cheered and less then gracefully sprang up from his seat and quickly enveloped you into a tight bone-crushing hug, nearly knocking you both backwards. “I missed you!”

“C’mon, let’s get you into bed,” You smiled trying to help him to the bedroom, but Newt held onto your waist protesting.

“Nooooo,” Newt moaned, his eyes looked up to you, glazed. His once perky smile had become to turn into a frown. “You’re going to leave me and then I’ll be all by myself.”

“We live together, Newt. I’m your girlfriend,” You chuckled slightly. His eyes instantly lit up as he looked at with fascination.

“We doooo? You areeee? Wow, that truly is amazing isn’t it?”

You could barely contain your laughter. Nodding, you stood up, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s body and lead him towards the couch. You had him sit down and was about to walk away to get him a glass of water.

“Don’t leave,” he frowned and gripped your wrist, pulling you down next to him.

You found the entire thing extremely funny, Newt was pretty much the same as normal except he was a bit more of a teddy bear and needy. He’s never been this drunk around you.

“I’m just going to get you some water, okay?” you warmly smiled. He nodded, folding his hands in his lap sadly. He looked like a lost puppy, making your heartache- even though you’re literally just going to get him a glass of water less than ten feet away.

You walked to the kitchen, fetching him a cold glass of water. Walking back to Newt, he was watching you attentively. You sat down next to him and brought the glass to his mouth. He gulped it down quickly, a dazed look still covered his face. You leaned forward, placing the glass on the table.

Newt, still very drunk, began to ramble.

“This place looks really good.. I mean like reeeeally good- did you know what else is good? You,” he slurred, “Meeeeerlinnnn, you truly are a beauty to walk this Earth...”

You zoned out during his rambling. Eventually you placed your hand on top of head and began to absentmindedly run your fingers through his brown curls. Newt’s talking soon died down and he sighed happily at the feeling of you playing with his hair, only adding to the sudden wave of tiredness hitting him.

“Have I ever told you how much I absolutely adore you?” Newt purred, his voice becoming more and more inaudible as he slipped in and out of consciousness.

“No, I don’t think you have,” You said looking down at him as you continued to weave your fingers through his hair, careful not to get them caught on his curls.

“Bed?” You spoke gently, hoping that Newt would oblige.

“Y/N? I thi-think you’re right,” he says softly. “I might b-be a little bit drunk – just a little bit, like it’s a very tiny bit,” he chuckled, using his fingers to motion ‘a tiny bit.’

“I know, Newton,” You laughed. He held onto you, his head drooping a little bit. You stood up and rung his arms around your neck, pulling him up to his feet. You slowly began to walk to the bedroom.

It was slightly more difficult than you expected, every time you turned around he had wandered off or was about to fall over. He let out a random giggle and leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Sudden, Newt came to a stop. He crouched down slightly to meet your height.

“Y/N, w-we can’t go in there,” You looked up at Newt, he cupped his hand around you ear and started to whisper, “There might be some kind of monsters- no no... beasts in there.”

You shook your head and dragged him into the room you flicked the lights on, leading him towards the bed. You were slowly lowering him down but instead he completely fell backwards onto the mattress. You climbed on top of him and began to undo the rest of his vest and then onto his shirt. Newt grabbed your hands, placing them on his bare chest.

“Wrong kind of beast,” He winked, hiccupping straight afterwards.

“Newton,” you gasped, lightly ruffling his hair. You let out a slight chuckle, removing the shirt. “Take off your pants so I can put more comfortable clothes on you.”

You got off of him and turned around, heading towards the dresser. You pulled out more comfortable clothes for him to change into as you felt his eyes burning holes into your back. You turned around and slowly walked back to him. His messy waves of hair fell just above his eyes, as he looked up at you in wonder. He sat without any clothes on, except for his usual boxers.

You gently put his sweater over his head and each leg through pajama bottoms. Leaning forward, you kissed his head. Even when intoxicated, he still seemed to be as charming as ever.

His face then became depressed. “I’m sorry.”

Puzzled, his eyes began to glisten over with tears. You sat down next to him, rubbing his back and he took your free hand into his.

“I left you all alone with the creatures,” he frowned, mumbling, “ I’m just so overwhelmed. I shouldn’t have left you to do all the work by yourself.”

You cooed at him and brought him in for a hug. His head rested on your chest. He was being so vulnerable right now that it made your heart ache.

“Baby, it’s alright. I love the animals just as much as I love you. It’s really not a problem for you to leave me alone with them,” You reassured him. Resting his head on your lap, Newt shook quietly as he exhaled.

“The Ministry- they... they’re- they’ve been on me about my creatures saying how they all need to be locked away!” He sobbed quietly, squeezing your body tight to his. “But they don’t understand! They’re not dangerous at all! Just misunderstood, That’s all- They’re all I have, excluding you of course, and I just-”

“Newton baby,” you interrupted, running your hand soothingly through his messy hair, “Listen to me, they aren’t going to go anywhere near your creatures. Nothing is going to happen to them, okay? They’re safe with us.”

In his silence he sat up, looking at you with tear streaked cheeks, as you stared into his beautiful blue orbs. You lifted your hand up to his cheeks and wiped away the wet patches under his eyes. Slowly he began nodding to himself, as if he was having an internal debate.

“They’ll always be safe. I’ll never let a thing happen to them, just as I won’t let a thing ever happen to you,” You reassured him, pressing your lips to his, still tasting the liqueur on his breath. He looked up to you, once more, a shy smile beginning to form on his precious face.

“You’re right.” He spoke quietly this time.

Nodding, you helped put him under the blankets and elevated his head comfortably on a pillow. He watched you attentively as you shuffled towards the light switch.

“Wait,” he called, extending his arm out towards you, “Don’t leave, please.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you, Newt,” you smiled, flicking the light switch off and walking back over to him. You climbed under the covers and let Newt cuddle up to you, burying his head on your chest and slinging an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You lightly scratched his head and kissed the top of it.

Soon enough soft snores were emitting from Newt, confirming he had finally fallen into a deep sleep. You closed your eyes, soon falling asleep along with him.

#Newton Scamander #newt scamander #newt #scamander #newt x reader #newt scamander one shot #newton x reader #newton scamander one shot #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts #fbawtft #fbawtft imagine #fbawtft fanfic #imagine #oneshot #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction

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kennacrab23 · 6 years

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areeee you taking prompts or is it just a list for reference? cause if you're taking them, number nine (the baking cookies one)?

Eddie wakes with a jolt. The first thing he notices is that his husband is not laying beside him. He hears another loud bang from what sounds to be the kitchen and suddenly, the fear and worry melt away into realization. He grabs his phone and squints as the harsh light of the screen cuts through the darkness. It’s just after 2am. His notifications are full with texts from Richie, the most recent one announcing his journey home from the bar where he and Bev would occasionally meet for a night out.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he slides out of bed and pads out into the kitchen, where he indeed finds Richie. He’s got a big bowl on their counter, surrounded by a number of different ingredients.

“Baby, what are you doing?” he asks, not even trying to stifle the big yawn he lets out. He stretches his arms over his head, causing the shirt he was wearing—one of Richie’s of course—to ride further up his thighs. Richie’s face lights up at the sight as he spins around to see him standing there, almost falling over in the process. He scrambles over to where Eddie’s leaning against the doorway and wraps his arms around his shoulders. Eddie stumbles back from the entire weight of his husband crashing into him.

“My love!” Richie proclaims, his booming voice in stark contrast to the otherwise silent night. “You are so incredibly beautiful!”

Eddie chuckles, fondly shaking his head, “And you are incredibly drunk.”

Richie pulls back from their embrace and plants a hand on his chest. He pretends to be offended, though in his current state it’s hard to take him seriously. “I am not drunk.”

“Then what in the world are you doing in our kitchen at 2am ?” Eddie asks, moving over to the counter where Richie is clearly setting up to make something. “What could you possibly be making?”

“Chocolate chip cookies!” Richie proclaims proudly.

Eddie lets out a knowing laugh, nodding, “Ohhhh, okay. Right, of course.” For a minute, he watches Richie bound around the kitchen, grabbing a few more items and slapping them down on the counter. When Richie actually starts, it only takes one cup of flour to the ground for him to step in and take over. Otherwise, he would wake in the morning to a disaster of a kitchen and a disaster of a hungover husband. Whether or not Richie cares to admit it, he no longer bounces back like he did in his younger twenties.

It takes him a couple tries but Richie hoists himself onto the counter beside where Eddie is now making the cookies he so desperately desires. He watches in awe as Eddie mixes all the ingredients together. He leans over and opens his mouth expectantly, only having to wait a few seconds before Eddie catches on and spoons a big spoonful of the dough into his mouth. Eddie had learned early in their time living together that any cookie recipe they made needed a lack of eggs. Because more times than not, the majority of the dough ended up being eaten before it could make it in the oven.

“Wow, I am so lucky,” Richie whispers through the second spoonful of the dough.

Eddie smiles fondly, moving to stand between Richie’s legs. He stands on his tip toes to press a kiss to his forehead, “I love you, ya big doofus.”

Richie wears the biggest grin as he grabs the spoon and feeds Eddie a bite. “Just for you, my love.”

#Reddie #My Work

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nerdlife0612 · 6 years

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Dragon Bound Part 8

Author Note: Reminder – ‘Dragon Bound’ is merely a code name for this work at the current time. Reminder numero dos - for the time being, this is going to be an original work set within a WWE-Paranormal/AU type of setting.

That means original male characters and original female characters as the leads with occasional appearances of already established ‘characters’ (a la Triple H, Stephanie Mc., Roman Reigns, etc).

Since part 7 went short, part 8 is gonna go long… I hope. Part 8 is going to be a 20 questions continuation as well as a dream world visit to our heroine and ending with some angst/maybe near shenanigans.

Let me know what you think!!

Tag List: @evilangel84 @empress-with-the-crown @misadventuresofathot @thedevilnisworld @bigpixiefoot @littledeadrottinghood @ballins-princess @princess3733 @sugasfatgf

(Uhh I hope I didn’t forget anyone… Lemme know!)

And away we go! --------------------------

Dragon Bound: Part 8 Word Count: 1,842 for the actual story Rating for P. 8: PG13 to start, near NC17 by the end

David grinned ear to ear, clicking his tongue. “Be careful what you wish for…” Flagging the waitress back over for drink refills, he took a moment to pick his first question. After the girl disappeared, David turned his steel eyes back to the woman sitting across from him. “Okay then. We’ll start with something more benign. Favorite color?” Elizabeth snorted. “What?” David snickered, knowing he caught her off guard and enjoying every single minute of it.

“Gotta admit I did not expect that… Uhm… “ She tilted her head to the side and looked out the window. She didn’t want to admit that recently her favorite color had transitioned to steel grey, the color of his eyes. So she picked her second favorite. “Emerald. Yours?”

Putting a finger to his lips, he contemplated his answer very carefully. He had a feeling that she held back. But he was in no mood to do the same. “Right now – topaz.” David found himself extra pleased at the light pink blush that spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “Favorite kind of food?” And their discussion continued on like this for the remainder of their lunch. David found himself drawn more to Elizabeth than before. She meshed so well with him and yet was still so different. They discovered similar tastes in music and movies. He discovered she is a nerd – anime, gaming… the whole nerdy enchilada. Their tastes in food differed – he was far more into steaks and meat while she leaned more towards fruits and veggies. They both loved sweets. The Dragon smiled, slyly, from his place in David’s core. The Dragon knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he’d find a chink in the boy’s defenses and then they girl would fully be theirs.

Elizabeth looked at her phone and frowned, “Back to work.” David sneered. ‘Man… have to leave her defenseless again…’ Standing up and pushing his chair in, he threw some cash down on the table and offered her his arm again – an offered that she gladly accepted. “Why thank you!” She giggled as they exited the café, only to freeze cold in her tracks. David looked down at her, concern etched on all his features.

Dropping his lips by her ear, he whispered, “What is it?” She shivered involuntarily – both because of what she saw and the effect he had on her just now. Ducking her face into his shoulder, she shook her head no emphatically. Squeezing her shoulder, David forced her to look up at him. “What is it?”

Licking her lips, unsure of what to say she took a breath and whispered, “I saw black eyes in the store window across the street.” David blanched and did all he could to prevent the snarl he felt building from ripping out of his chest. David snaked an arm around her waist, holding her as close as he could.

“Gotcha. Come on. Let’s get back to work. I’ll talk to Hunter about this shit.” He directed her towards the area and subsequent building they were operating out of for this week. But he couldn’t focus on his job. His mind, as well as The Dragon’s, was racing with near murderous thoughts and confused questions about her apparent ability to see or sense things that normal people wouldn’t be able to – and he wasn’t sure what line of thought got him worse than the other. Suddenly, he felt a smaller hand on his chest – and more precisely, on the area of his ribs where his bond mark resided. His whole being stiffened, glaring down at her knowing his eyes was not his own right now. “Remove your hand, little one.”

Elizabeth frowned in worry. “What did I do?” They entered the hotel lobby and he rather forcefully all but carried her to the elevator that just opened up. As the doors closed, she felt his hands on her ass as he jerked her up – growling and grinding his hips against hers. Keeping his hand on the back of her head and neck, he suddenly pinned her against the wall – his lips crashing desperately onto hers. Not knowing what to do with herself let alone how to calm him down, she laid her hands on his chest up near the collar of his short. Groaning at her taste, he gently tilted her head back and deepened the kiss – earning a whimper from his mate. Her whimper was like a blast of cold water. As quickly as he picked her up he sat her back to her feet.

He ran a frustrated hand through his hand, moaning in near agony at the level of emotions he was fighting back all at once. “I’m so sorry, Liz. So fucking sorry.” He all but sobbed. “This whole situation is just so fucking hard to manage and when that God damned Dragon finds a hole – he slips right through it.” She wrapped her arms around his waist while he hooked his around her shoulders.

“It’s okay, David. It’s okay. You took control back before things got… too far. I’d say that’s a win don’t you think?” Half smiling up at him, Elizabeth was trying her best to reassure him. He couldn’t help but to return the half-smile at her. ‘She’s strong enough to handle this. I think. But am I?’ The elevator dinged, indicating they were on the floor that Elizabeth was getting off on, and both of them sighed.

“Like I said, I’ll talk to Hunter about this shortly. He needs to know that something is going on that seems to be of a more nefarious nature. You be careful okay? I’ll see if some of the roster can maybe hang around you or at least be sure they can keep you in eyeshot until I figure this out. “ Elizabeth shot him a look. “Unless you want The Dragon to take control one of these days, you’ll listen to me on this. Please. Besides, I’m pretty sure Steph and Hunter will agree with me on this. I’ll… email you later or something.”

The elevators doors closed again, leaving him by himself. He almost said he’d be by to check on her at her room later but he knew with that as week as he was, that would only spell disaster. Closing his eyes, he licked his lips. Her sweet, clean flavor was still there. But this time, he felt like he could push The Dragon back a little easier. ‘Maybe… maybe these small moments…’ He didn’t know if he should be contemplating what he was but it made sense for him. Once again, the elevator’s noise sounded – indicating he should get off here. As the doors slid open, low and behold whom should he run into – Hunter.

“There’s our star. What’s up young man?” Hunter shook David’s hand. David grimaced at the older gentleman, a look of confusion from Hunter as his reward. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk.” Hunter nodded, arms across his chest as David started recounting everything that happened – from the emails last night to the lunch today and even his theory about what happened just moments ago – as they made their way down the hall and prepped to get back to work.

A few hours later, Elizabeth stumbled back to her room. Her feet throbbed because of the senseless shows she picked today. A quick check of her laptop showed that David hadn’t emailed her yet, so taking the opportunity she got into some comfier clothes and collapsed on the bed. The work of an intern was beyond exhausting and she welcomed a quick nap.

>> In her dream, David and her were on the shoreline of the beach, cuddled up together. Sighing, she felt like she was in heaven. Nuzzling his neck where a new mark was, she giggled deliciously as he shuddered and attacked her neck in return. She fingers snap and suddenly, they were in the middle of the Barclays Arena, her dressed in a skin tight leather outfit and him shirtless in his ring gear. She tried to run to him but she felt two cold and icy pale white hands with black nails jerking her arms behind her back. Behind David, she noted a weirdly color being with what could be described as tentacles coming out his head and arms stalking up behind David. She tried to scream but one of the hands covered her mouth, the strength of his hold never ceasing.

“Unh unh unh uhhhh little one…” The wispy voiced declared from beside her. “You areeee ouurrssss. He doesssnn’t desseervee you. Or your powweersss.” The voice drew out as the other creature ran a sword from left to right at a diagonal through David’s chest – through both his heart and his bond mark. It was then she noticed the black eyes of the other beasts.

“More specifically, dear, you belong to the King of Demons… You’ve been warned. Now pass the word.” The first creature tossed her down but not before she noticed the face. And it was truly that of Jeff Hardy but yet not at the same time. As she fell, she woke up screaming and the room shaking. Doing her best to clear her vision, she grabbed her phone and room key and flip-flops and made a beeline for David’s room. Coming to a skittering stop, her little fist banged on his door like a bass mallet does a drum.

She heard feet shuffling and a voice croak, “I’m coming. I’m coming. Jesus murphy…” David looked out the peephole to see a very disheveled, very tore up Elizabeth. The Dragon growled to life and in a flash, he threw the door open and scooped her up, tripping backwards a bit as he closed the door. “Hey, hey. H-hey. It’s okay.” He tried to soothe the shaking form in his arms, kissing her temple several times. She pulled back for a second, hers clamped shut, obviously trying to compose herself. But when she opened her eyes, he was no longer confronted with her typical icy blues.

Her eyes were now the color of blood - crimson surrounding a black pupil to be exact.

“What the hell…” David whispered and for the first time this entire day The Dragon was speechless as well. Both licked their lips as they looked at their mate.

“I don’t know but… but I….”

“You what?” David’s voiced dipped low, his growing arousal becoming more evident. If she said what he feared was next, he wasn’t sure that he nor The Dragon would be able to stop. Her lips slammed on his and her first found purchased in his hair. Kissing her way to his earlobe, she bit down – a little harder than she thought she did but he didn’t care. His hips bucked up into hers – both of them groaning.

“I want you.” She spoke lazily against his ear causing his eyes to roll up into the back of his head. He knew he was doomed. But, oh man, what a way to go….

------------------------------- Author’s notes: Well, I hope this makes up for the short as fuck chapter two days ago. Haha. Haven’t decided if the next one is going to be the real smut or if it’s merely going to be shenanigan-type stuff and save the real shit for later. Guess you gotta wait and see!! TEEHEE!

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #paranormal #Dragon Bound #thirsty thot crew #bond mates #a bond mates au #a wwe au #haven't decided what creatures to make Hunter and Steph yet #hunter hearst helmsley #Triple H #demons #king of demons #wisp #nerdlife writes

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brilliant-soul · 7 years

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11 questions taglanguage

I was tagged by @languagesandshootingstars Thank you so much!! 😊😊

Rules: post the rules, answer the 11 questions, make up 11 new questions, and tag 11 people.

1. What is your favourite kind of tea? ~ooh this is a good one. Usually depends on the day. During the summer I like making lemon iced tea w a bunch of other jazz but in the fall/summer I like chai’s 2. Are you interested in any minority, endangered, or dead language(s)? ~this is a fun one. I’m actually one of 1000 people that can speak Mitchif, a Native American language from Canada. I can also speak some Cree but idk if that endangered or anything. And I’ve been super interested in Latin and a few others but I’m focusing on Finnish rn 3. Do you collect anything? If yes, what? ~the only thing I collect besides books and makeup ((bc those are more of ‘I have a lot and continue to get more bc yes)) is paint chips/samples. The colours are gr8 and they’re free!! 4. What is your favourite book about learning languages? ~I don’t really read any books about language learning tbh 5. What do you think would be the best way to encourage and inspire the langblr community to become more active? ~I don’t know if we have to make it more active. To me, when it’s inactive it’s bc people are going out and having fun or studying their languages. But maybe hold more langblr community events that don’t always include translating/speaking in your TL. That’s why I generally don’t participate bc I don’t feel like I’m at that level yet 6. What are you dressing up as this Halloween? ~I was supposed to be a greaser with a knife wound but then everything fell apart so I looked like I bailed on a motorcycle without a helmet 7. Which branch of linguistics do you find the most interesting? ~idk if I know any branches and linguistic fun stuff. The only thing I know about linguistics is English is mostly Latin based with some German ((and I only know that bc someone tried convincing me different and I was like nuh-uh)) 8. What Hogwarts house do you belong to? ~slytherin 9. What kind of content would you like to see more in the langblr community? ~so bc I’m totally repping rn I’d like to see more Native American languages. I’ve seen a few but not a lot, which is concerning to me. And, if we did get more of those languages out there, maybe they’d finally be put on google translate 10. What is the bravest thing you have ever done? ~this is a hard one. Hmm…prolly having to switch HS halfway through gr10 11. If you could travel to one city in a country where your target language is spoken, which one would you go to? Anywheres in Finland. The only place I really know is Helsinki whoop I need to learn more but yeah. Finland

My 11 questions areeee:: 1) favourite word in ANY language?? 2) most obscure language you know of ((you don’t have to be learning it)) 3) favourite way to learn a language?? ((memrise, duolingo, books, etc)) 4) favourite memory?? 5) favourite show to binge on?? 6)

favourite head accessory?? ((hats, headbands, whatever)) 7) favourite subject?? 8) least favourite part of whatever tumblr community you're part of?? 9) favourite drama game?? 10) favourite holiday?? 11) what's the one thing you spend too much money on?? I'm tagging:: @angee1011 @languagemoon @rapidong @whatthedeadknow @agenderfluxwitchling @satchel-is-in-the-fridge @pterastar @punkgoesbeyonce @evan9998 @kaiheartnet and @ anyone else who wants to do this!! Have fun everyone!!

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isaacathom · 7 years

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honestly im torn on whether a gym leader should actually be removed during the course of the game. like that sounds dope???? and 8 is the clear candidate, mostly because 5 hasnt done anything (which is in itself part of the problem) and 7 has also done absolutely nothing to deserve it, but 8 has. and it would actually be kinda interesting.

theres 3 options for removing 8 - before you get there, WHILE youre there, and after. like, while youre on the road, you hear that a gym leader was arrested. you arrive in that town a while later to find a decadent, gaudy gym with an apologetic Gym Man out the front, explaining there is no gym leader due to the arrest, and that standard practice is to shut down the gym until the matter is resolved. the matter would then either be resolved following the City thing (meaning you do the 8th gym AFTER the story climax), or right then, with the Champion or some other Elite arriving with a new gym leader. a candidate for this position would be Bronwyn, Jun’s wife. im kinda into that. shes a good candidate regardless.

thats option a. option b is During. and by that i mean, you challenge the 8th gym leader, this absolutely guadily dressed man, completely insufferable. you fight him, you wipe the floor, and as hes handing you your prize tm, the door bursts open. its the Org. theyre here for him. you watch as he’s taken away, screeching. when you leave, Zeke/Elliot greets you re: that and also the base thing. here, the reason for you going to the base would e to find out whats up. so Zeke sending you makes sense. so Zeke’s like ‘hey [Player], did you get your badge from him? you didnt? shit, maybe you should go catch up to those Org folk. theyre in [the base].’ and you go and walk in and it looks fairly normal, but theres noone there. you explore, you find a secret entrance (think like in Mahogany Town except more obvious), you go in. then you go through and thats when you end up finding Felicity, who is doing some last minute prep with the grunts who are going to the City (Dante is, at that point, with a separate team of grunts - the forward scouts for the area where the legendary is. Small Fry, we recall, has already been arrested by you previously), and when she locks you up after you beat her. the way you get out, in the end, is Elliot, who was tipped off by Zeke. see, Zeke saw you enter, and Zeke waited for a bit, but you never showed. he peeked in and found the secret entrance and got fucking spooked, so he’s called Elliot. noone has exited the building (theyre all leaving by another exit). so finally Elliot arrives, Zeke explains whats happened, and Elliot goes in, finds an empty ass base, a dropped 8th gym badge, and eventually you. yay! gives you the badge and then you both leave. and then shit happens. i kinda like this, though then the question is where the 8th gym leader ended up going. and also why the org would choose to arrest 8 THEN, right as theyre about to go head to head with the Team? unless Rhia is fucking with them. since shes sorta head of police. it would be kinda fun if Rhia decided that if she’s about to fuck up the org, she may as well use its power while its still there to be used, and arrests 8 as a last act before shit goes tits. idk. the timing doesnt REALLY work, i think. the zeke bit works, though.

option c is after. after the other stuff. once the Org/Team shit is settled, and basically after you beat the elite 4, the International Police arrive en masse to sort this absolute mess out. its during this sweep (and the seizure of Org property for the investigations) that 8′s theft is discovered, and hes promptly arrested and replaced. however, if this is the case, id suggest that the 8th gym remains closed for the duration of the post game missions w/ Lyndelle, and that once that questline is resolved, the 8th gym reopen with Bronwyn as its leader. i dont think youd be able to battle her, but she’d give you dialogue and an item (for rescuing Lyndelle, mostly) and itd just be chatter. whether she’d still be poison type? i dont think so. i dont think that type suits her. hmmm....... maybe Dragon? that’d be kinda kickass. idk.

but yea. hmm. b is interesting because it feeds into the plot, but it doesnt really make a lot of sense UNLESS 8 is actually a Team member? which would then make him a perfect fall guy for Dante and Felicity. you remove him from the gym in the guise of arrest, tell him you’ll pretend it was a mistake later, send him off to do his job, he goes to the legendary, and is promptly arrested as the head of the Team. and because he IS actually a Team member, and DOESNT know Dante (its assumed) then it would actually succeed. but on that front, i kinda prefer people being assholes without having to be in the evil team. and if hes NOT a team member, his arrest no longer makes sense in terms of the timing. unless the intent is to send a few Org members away so that they can then Arrive in the city to drive back the team? like reinforcements? could be interesting. but then, still, where did 8 go? if hes team, he’s gone to the legendary to help back up the Squad. if he’s not, where the fuck did he go? does Elliot free him on his way through? there aren’t actually cells in the base though, you were actually locked in the Office (where you met felicity, and which she teleported out of before disabling the teleporter). so where would they have put 8?? it just seems contrived to me

a is boring and would result in somewhat awkward pacing. i find the idea of having to fight the 8th gym after the story climax to be...... awkward...... which might seem strange given i like heartgold but i never said it was my favourite pokemon game, huh. it also happens in xy, funnily enough. did it happen in bw2? i think it did. wait fuck of course it did, fucking marlon. god i keep forgetting about fucking marlon. god i really did not like marlon at all. but yea. idk. it feels like a drop on tension if you go from the evil team climax to the 8th gym, because the 8th gym isnt climactic. but if you go from team climax to gameplay climax w/ victory road and the elite 4, THAT has some tension and release. that feels like better pacing, to me? idk. my only real examples areeee gen 3 and gen 7, actually........ hmm.... HMMN actually hold on what the fuck am i saying. oh, bw1, ofc, my bad. but like, the pokemon games i dislike the most (dppt and xy) both do it and it feels stupid in both cases. ‘theres a blackout’ fuck off. yall heard of battery power? fuck. actually wow fuck both blackouts in those games are stupid. it all makes sense. it all clicks. anyway what im saying is C is probably my preferred option, so long as it IS built up to at some point. like, some dialogue somewhere mentions the growing discontent with 8, so that when you wake up after beating the e4 and the news is going ‘breaking news: 8 has been arrested for siphoning funds into his personal bank account to fund his extravagant lifestyle’ the player doesnt go ‘what the fuck’. though i guess the fact he’s dressed like a prince in a manor-esque gym surrounded b sorta dingy streets shoooullldd clue the player in that something aint right about that mans finances. something aint adding up. someones added a few zeroes.

anyway back to bronwyn. what type she would be doesssss wholly depend on the e4. 1 member of the e4 is confirmed, and thats Rhia/Elliot, who are multi type trainers. so thats that specialisation taken care of. Bronwyn would not be a poison type trainer, because shes supposed to turn this city the fuck around. uh. OOH!!! FAIRY!!!! fuck!!! of course!!!!! she should a fairy type gym leader. fuck. though, oooo, what if the Champion is the fairy type? shit. shit shit. nn.

hmm. well, ok. one of these 5 trainers (3 e4, champ, Bronwyn) needs to be fighting. one should be ice, perhaps a foreigner (sinnoh? which discounts Bronwyn, who is from Unova.... though......... lotta ice. got a vanniluxe and everything...... HMMMMMMMM) Electric might be good, since that isnt represented at all in the gyms uh. fairy, of course. and... hmm. steel? that was sorta Elliots thing but id be fine with an actual steel expert. though that would be sorta weird since the implication with the e4 is that they’ve basically been unchanged since Elliot retired, until the OTHER guy also retired. so there being another steel expert doesnt make much sense, and i dont think it super fits Bronwyn. uh. tit. graaass? grass might be a good fit for Bronwyn actually, if its all about like, regrowth. thats a nice idea.

ok, Bronywn is grass type. so then the 4 e4c members are fighting, ice, electric and fairy. which ones the chaaaampion???? fairy?? fairy is probably best. nice.

i like that. i also think that maybe you SHOULD be able to challenge bronwyn at some point. maybe you can fight her, to ‘christen’ her gym. she wouldnt be difficult, i wouldnt think, but it’d be a nice fun thing. would she give you a badge, though? hmm... maybe she gives you multiple items instead. idk. that’s up in the air.

i do like that idea though. it WOULD be important to highlight that 8 wasn’t a member of the Team, though. idk how to really provide that distinction, and i suppose it doesnt matter much? plus, if you look at it, 8 has allowed the Team to build a base on town without batting an eyelid because 8 doesnt care, so, yknow, facilitation. gj, git.

#story blogging #codename seren #i need to name 5 7 and 8........ and the e4 and champ obvs but ill get to that eventually

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