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thewatermelloncat · 5 months

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Six Weeks and Stuffed Wombats

Week Three

Summary: Three weeks in and they reach another hurdle: they can’t make progress if Rosé is half asleep.

Author’s Note: In all honesty, I’ve mostly moved on from this fandom and I’m finding it really difficult to finish this. That being said I don’t want to leave it incomplete because I really did love this at one point, and it was going to be my favourite thing I would have written. I’ve got a chapter and a half to write, so I might pull something together within the next few months to tie it all off, but we’ll see.

Warnings: Themes of sexual harassment

Prologue Week One Week Two

The next week when Rosé walks into the room, Tamisha senses immediately that something is off. It’s not a particularly hot day but it’s not all that cold either. Certainly not cold enough to justify Rosé wearing a sweatshirt beneath her jacket and still seeming to shiver with heavy lines beneath her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Tamisha asks worriedly after Rosé had only given her the slightest hint of a smile in greeting.

“Tired” is all she says to explain, her voice scratchy and faint.

“And that’s all?” Tamisha checks.

“Hmm” Rosé hums and blinks slowly.

“Up late for an assignment hand in or…” Tamisha trails off for Rosé to fill in the answer.

“Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Bad dreams again?”

Rosé nods, running a hand lazily down her face.

“How many?” Tamisha asks, picking up her notebook from the table between them.

“Just one” Rosé answers, her eyes barely staying off the floor long enough to look at her. “Then I couldn’t get back to sleep so… I just didn’t.”

“Did you write it down in your journal?”

Rosé shakes her head. “I don’t want you to know.”

“Rosé, I don’t judge you for anything” Tamisha promises. “Don’t you think it would help you if you shared it with someone else?”

After a few seconds and a few more slow blinks, Rosé nods. “It was about the family friend I told you about last week. He was staying over last night and…” Rosé trails off getting distracted before she regains focus. “I was in my bed, like usual, and I couldn’t move again…”

“Do you need a minute?” Tamisha offers kindly after she had trailed off again.

“No, no. It’s okay.” Rosé suddenly blinks and pushes herself up straighter on the couch. Pulling in a deep breath that turns into a yawn which she covers behind an arm. “Sorry… he, um… I had my back to him, and he just stared at me for a while before he moved over to sit on the edge of my bed.

“It was so vivid, like I could actually feel the mattress sink when he sat down, then when his hand started trailing up over the sheets. I woke up before his hand could reach my shoulder, but I couldn’t get back to sleep after that.”

Tamisha hums as she writes a few notes down. “Did you panic at all?”

“Not really. Just like… heart racing” Rosé considers.

“Did you try any of the breathing exercises from last week?” Tamisha asks.

“I tried for a bit, but they didn’t really work, and I gave up.”

“Could you figure out why that was? Was there some kind of distraction?” Tamisha offers a possible option.

“No, I just… every time I closed my eyes, I saw that same thing over and over again.”

“Too anxious?” Tamisha simplifies.

Rosé hums a confirmation as she leans against the arm of the couch, pinching the bridge of her nose with a faint wince.

“Rosé?” Tamisha worries.

“I’ve just got a bit of a headache” Rosé explains.

“You’re exhausted, aren’t you?”

Rosé hums again, sounding close to a whine.

“Okay” Tamisha says more so to herself as she stands from her chair and moves over to open a cupboard against the wall. “I’m going to let you sleep.”

“No, it’s okay. I can…” Rosé protests before her voice trails off.

“You can barely string a sentence together” Tamisha points out as she pulls a blanket out from the cupboard. “We’re not going to make any progress if you’re only half awake.”

Rosé opens her mouth like she wants to protest again but she can’t think of anything and closes it.

“We’ll reschedule this session. I think I’ve got a free space tomorrow we can move it to” Tamisha says.

“I’m sorry, this is a waste of your time” Rosé says as she’s prompted to lie down across the couch.

“Shh” Tamisha quells as she lays the blanket over her. “I’ll catch up on some paperwork. I’m not wasting any time. Just get some sleep.”

Rosé hums contently, already finding it harder to keep her eyes open.

Tamisha smiles warmly at her before she looks behind her to the stuffed wombat on the table. Then she reaches back to grab it and hands it over to Rosé, who smiles as she pulls it under the blanket with her.

“I’ll wake you up near the end of lunch so you can still get something to eat, okay?” Tamisha tells her.

Rosé nods back, finally letting her eyes slip closed. Soon falling asleep, cradling the stuffed wombat in her arms.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“You still look tired, sweetheart.” Tamisha frowns as Rosé walks in the next day.

“Oh no, I’m fine” Rosé assures as she sits down across from her, seeming at ease. “I just had a really complicated class before this.”

“What were you learning?” Tamisha inquires.

Rosé can’t help pulling a face before explaining about a complicated maths formula which somehow converts an equation into a squiggly line graph. “…then we’re supposed to be able to do it back the other way as well, and I just don’t get where I’m ever going to need to use it.”

“I doubt you will. By my age I only need the basic operations” Tamisha says.

“Can I drop out then?” Rosé smirks.

“If you want to talk about what you want to get out of your classes, you’ll have to schedule a different kind of appointment with me” Tamisha teases and Rosé scoffs a soft laugh before the subject is changed. “I have an exercise planned for today, but I want to ask you some questions first.”

Rosé hums for her to continue.

“From reading through your dream journal, a lot of it seems to centre around some sort of intimidation. Have you experienced situations in relation to that?”

“My dad doesn’t handle anger well. I just have to be careful with him sometimes” Rosé mentions.

“And what does he do that makes you intimidated by him?” Tamisha prompts.

“He just yells and becomes unreasonable.” Rosé shrugs. “It’s hard to calm him down when he doesn’t listen.”

“Anything more?” Tamisha asks.

Rosé shakes her head, and she gets the sense that Tamisha knows she is still withholding things. Though for now she doesn’t push it and moves along.

“There is also a theme of sexualisation” Tamisha adds.

“I think you’d find it hard to find someone my age who hasn’t been” Rosé answers vaguely.

“Can you expand on that?” Tamisha prompts.

“You work here. Surely you’ve heard what guys say about girls every day” Rosé points out. “They start rumours that they had sex with a girl they’ve never talked to in the parking lot. Some of us get smacked on the ass by boys thinking it’s just a joke. One time I got catcalled three times by three different groups just walking across the Quad.”

“I do know about that” Tamisha admits solemnly. “But in your journal none of those people are kids, Rosé. They’re all adults - one in particular.”

“Well, I mean, yeah.” Rosé looks away, shifting uncomfortably. “Because I expect it from people my age, because they’re all idiots.”

“Can you tell me more about this family friend?” Tamisha requests, reenforcing the topic change. “Has he done anything towards you?”

Rosé chokes on words in the back of her throat, and she cuts sound off. Reaching forward to pick up the stuffed wombat from the table and holding it for comfort before she tries speaking again. “He makes comments here and there” she says, stroking her thumbs into the toy’s fur.

“Nothing more?” Tamisha prompts gently.

“He tries to hold my hand sometimes… but it’s the way he stares at me when he thinks I’m not looking.”

“Has he ever tried to enact anything more provocative with you?” Tamisha words carefully.

“If we sit beside each other he’ll put his hand on my leg, but nothing more than that.”

“Rosé, if something more has happened, know that it’s not your fault—”

“No, no, it’s fine. He hasn’t done anything else. I promise” Rosé speaks honestly. “It’s just…” she trails off, looking up and taking a deep breath before blinking a few times. “It just feels like I’m waiting.”

“Waiting for him to do something more?” Tamisha asks.

Rosé nods.

“And that’s why he is on your mind a lot?” Tamisha guesses.

Rosé nods again. “And I can’t sleep when he’s around. Because what if that is the night?” She swallows deeply, fighting against her voice choking up. “Sometimes, when I wake up, I think that maybe it really happened and that was it. I don’t have to wait anymore.”

Tamisha hums and offers Rosé a sad smile before seeming to stall the conversation. Frowning down at her page and leaving them in silence for a few seconds until she speaks again. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry to have to ask you this” she begins, “but does some part of you want it to happen? So that waiting feeling can be over.”

Rosé shakes her head. “I just want to stop thinking about it.”

“Okay, let’s talk through it and see if we can help you with that” Tamisha introduces. “Do you find yourself most anxious about nightmares when you are in them or afterward?”

“Afterward” Rosé answers.

“And why is that?”

“It’s just… they’re basically a bunch of what if situations really” Rosé considers. “Some of them are farfetched, but the worst ones are grounded in some kind of realism.”

“So, you’re scared that those same things could happen to you?”

Rosé nods.

“But the variables are different aren’t they?” Tamisha raises. “You’ve said before that in your dreams you can’t move, but you can move while you’re awake, can’t you?”

Rosé nods.

“Can you speak in your dreams?”

“I don’t know. I just kind of figured that no one would hear me.”

“But people would hear you in the real world, wouldn’t they?”

“I guess” Rosé answers although she knows that it is dependent on whether people would listen.

“Do you see what I’m getting at?” Tamisha asks and Rosé nods. “You’re more capable and rational when you are awake. Try to use those skills to rewrite the events of your dreams and they shouldn’t worry you as much.”

“Like invalidate them?” Rosé checks.

“Exactly.” Tamisha smiles at her. “And then over time, hopefully you’ll sleep better.”

#rpdr fanfiction #rosé #rosénali #rosenali #safe house au #tamisha iman

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fakeloveaskblog · 2 years

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(Hi, me again. I’m checking up on Virgil because it’s been a while and I have to make sure he isn’t dead in a ditch or something (That was a joke).)

Hi Virgil. How are you doing today? I brought lentil and lemon soup. (I swear I just keep bringing food as peace offerings and it’s amusing to me. Like here have some soup, please don’t be in a bad mood.) Anyway you seemed very distraught when we last talked so I hope that you’re feeling better.

*waits until he’s finished talking*

*awkwardly bounces side to side while trying to think of something to say*

Did you know that bats are the only mammal that can fly. Or that wombats are the only animal whose poop is cube-shaped and that they stack the cubes to mark their territory. Or that cows don’t actually have four stomachs, they have just one stomach with four compartments. Or that tigers’ stripes are on their skin as well as their fur. Also, no two fur patterns are the same.

That probably enough fun facts for now. I’m going to hang around for a bit, let me know if I’m bothering you.

*floats to the kitchen and begins making pasta*

Glow Eyes

The coffee table was so overfilled with empty wrappers and cigarettes you barely found any place to set the soup bowls down on. All of the blinds in the apartment were down making it hard to see anything at all. Emo music was playing, some classic breakup songs from Brand new.

Virgil laid curdled up on the couch. His hands stuck between his thighs and his head sunk into a grease stained pillow. His natural blonde roots had grown out so his hair was only half black.

His eye, red from exhaustion, darted to you since you were the only thing in the room that moved. He made a motion as if to move before his muscles went relaxed again.

"Hi ghost fucker" He muttered out as a greeting. He didn't sound angry at least "I feel like shit"

He struggled to reach out and grab an almost empty cigarette package laying on the table. He lit one of the cigs and watched as the smoke slowly rose up to the ceiling. The fan was making this constant whirring sound.

"I called one of those helplines today" He gave you a look "I know. I called someone! On the phone! Amazing. Praise worthy....My bar is so fucking low this is stupid. It was a helpline for people don't wanna be abusive anymore. I wasn't whining to some poor actual psych don't worry"

He rubbed the bridge of his nose while tapping on the cig so the ash fell directly next to where you were hovering. You thought he looked a bit skinnier than the last time you saw him.

"I don't think I need to tell you what I was angry about. You can probs guess. It was like for a second I could see myself from outside my body and I realized WOW I'm acting like a total freak and i'm walking right down the path to starting a wonderful career of stalking. So I uh just kinda sat my ass down on the floor and I let the nice lady on the helpline sit with me until I had...calmed down...Or like..I wasn't a danger to anyone anymore" He sighed "This is so stupid. Normal people don't see calling a helpline to not go and harass their ex an improvement. But normal people don't have to deal with their eX BEING A USELESS WHORE EITHER WHO RUNS OFF AND LEAV-"

Virgil took a deep and dragged his nails down his cheeks.

"I should stop babbling"

The lone ash tray on the table was already overfilled with ash so he put the cig out against a chocolate wrapper. A groan left his lips as he dragged himself up to a sitting position. As you began to tell him a bunch of facts he took the bowl of soup and stirred a spoon around in it. He only ate a few spoonfuls of it.

"Hey that's not true! bats aren't the only mammal that flies! That Janus shithead can fly as well! When I push him off a building!"

He chuckled to himself at the mental image of it before going back to listening to you.

"So what you're saying is that tiger stripes are like snowflakes. huh"

The soup bowl was still half full when he sat it aside before looking at you as you bopped up and down in the air. He wordlessly picked up the stress ball you had given him a few weeks back and threw it directly at you. It flew right through you and bounced on the wall behind you. He caught it mid air.

"I need to dye my hair" Was all he said before getting up and going to the bathroom.

You floated over to the kitchen to make pasta. A buzzing type of sound came from the other room, probably a razor. The sink was filled with dirty dishes and you had to summon your own package of pasta to cook.

After a while Virgil came back out to the kitchen. He had on a silly pair of matching boxers and tank top with goofy bats on them. There was also a lot of stains on them from other hair dying attempt.

"Remy made them for me" He muttered out as a sort of explanation.

He'd shaved his hair down, only leaving a sort of mini mohawk in the middle. It was soaked in dark purple dye and had to blend into the hair for half an hour before he could go and shower the extra dye out.

The pasta had turned soft in the water. A heavy sigh left Virgil as he looked around at the mess in the kitchen, as well as in the rest of the apartment. He knew he had to deal with it someday. For now he sat down on the cold kitchen floor and picked at mosquito scars on his legs.

"It's so fucking quiet all the time. I kinda wish a meteor would blow up somewhere near so it at least wasn't this quiet anymore" He hit the back of his head against the wall "I miss the stupidest things. It feels so weird to stumble over something and not have Remy laugh. Or like not have them complain when I leave my socks in the bed. I even miss the constant smell of their favorite type of coffee. I complained so much about that smell when they were still here!"

Your eyes glowed orange which only made him rub his eyes in annoyance.

"You don't even speak back to me! It's- It- It feels like nothing I say even matters if Remy isn't here to listen! I have no one to talk to! I've tried talking to myself or fucking- I even tried writing shit down but they-" His voice cracked "They're not here"

You put the finished pasta on a plate and sat it down on the floor next to him. After a bit of rolling his eyes and groaning he took the food, without thanking you.

"It's not like anyone but Remy is gonna bother keeping up with my shit anyway.....People usually have friends at this age don't they...I know I'm a shithead....Oh fuck. Janus has friends!! Am I more of a shithead than Janus??? FUCk I'm bad."

He sniffled into the fabric of his tank top and continued to eat quietly. The fork suddenly fell onto the floor as he shot his arms out.

"I feel like I'm going insane! Just going around my apartment without anyone to hear me! Just going between this shithole and my work and back over again!!"

The urge to throw the plate into the wall was filling his brain but instead he shot the stress ball against the floor over and over while stabbing the not very sharp cutlery knife into the floor tiles.

"Do you wanna go somewhere? I think I need to leave my place more. Ugh but people.....I hate people...It is easier to talk to fellow gays I guess but I think I would die if I tried going to a bar without my- without Remy. Aquarium? Aquariums are usually quiet right? Or a library? I dunno I just need some air and a distraction 'cause I constantly want to break literally everything around me including other people every time I remember how much I miss Remy which is like every second sooo"

#glow eyes #thanks for the ask <3 #poor shithead mew mew

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imjusttpeachy · 3 years

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the early bird gets the panini (c.h.)

well this is quite the change of pace isn’t it. lmao i figured u guys needed a break from the crying so here’s... whatever this is

thank u all new followers!! u jus made a big mistake💞🦋

u guys should search up “my very real collab with 50 cent” by corpse if you haven’t heard it yet, i ascended the first time i listened lmaoooo

playlist

the wombats - greek tragedy

aminé - heebiejeebies

free nationals - beauty and essex

the marías- let my baby stay

summary: Corpse interrupts the reader’s morning livestream after she left him alone in bed that morning. Fluff and fuckery ensues.

word count: 2, 326

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns, coarse language

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“Okay, Tom Nook is the most bitch-ass motherfucker I’ve ever met. I could fold him like a panini with a slap I swear to god.”

Mornings were definitely one of your favourite times to stream. Of course, you loved staying up into the early hours of the morning only kept awake by the energy drinks running through your veins and the screaming of your friends over your headset, but nothing could beat the sweet simplicity of waking up with your watchers. It was always so calm, your anxiety levels at a low with the small audience building up slowly as more of them woke up. Reading those good morning messages saying that you helped to start their day off on a good foot— nothing would beat that.

The only downside to these scheduled morning streams was having to tear yourself away from the cozy warmth of your bed, especially if there was a certain someone blanketed over you silently persuading you to stay there forever. It was always a rare sight, bruised eyes sealed shut, long eyelashes kissing pale cheeks as small snores escaped from slightly parted lips. Glancing down at the messy black mop that rested on top of your chest, you sighed softly. You knew he’d only been asleep for a few hours, if that, thinking back to the night before where you crawled into bed alone after kissing him goodnight before leaving him to finish editing for his latest video. He worked too hard, but despite you reminding him this every single time he stayed up into the dark hours of the night to finish his work, he always never seemed to be satisfied. Most of the time you were able to coax him from the stuffy confines of his gaming office, bribing him with sweet kisses and promises of cuddles; when he was in the zone, though, nothing could steer his sore eyes away from the monitor. So with a sweet kiss goodnight, you’d make your way to the bedroom, falling asleep to the faint click-clacks of his keyboard.

It was funny how different you were in that aspect. You always loved mornings, the sun shining through the blinds always brought a smile to your face holding the promise of a bright day ahead. It felt good to never be in a rush, to enjoy the still air, and watch the world around you wake up as people settled into their daily routines. The day’s chaos always seemed to leak through into the dark of the night, but in the morning everything felt new and refreshed; the perfect new beginning to another chapter in the story of your life. Though, allowing yourself the guilty pleasure of staying in bed tangled together with your favourite person every so often wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Okay, maybe it was almost every day.

But who could say no when those strong arms encased you so perfectly, holding you so close you couldn’t figure out where you ended and where he started? Who could say no to his warm skin pressed against your own, the weight of his body grounding you as you pulled yourself from the darkness of sleep? Who could say no to being able to study his face up close, running your fingertip ever so lightly along the curve of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, the apples of his cheekbones, watching his eyelids flutter as he stirred softly in his sleep? Who could say no to the pillow talk you shared once those pretty eyes opened, the deep grumble of his morning voice that prickled goosebumps over your skin as he muttered those 3 sweet little words?

Definitely not you.

Well, not often anyway.

Reluctantly pulling your gaze away from the sweet face resting on your chest, you glanced over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Red numbers reading 9:37 AM that seemed to be glaring back at you pushed any thought of indulging in your morning pleasures straight from your mind. You’d need to be live in 20 minutes. Puffing another sigh from your lips you slowly worked your way out from underneath your personal weighted blanket, trying your best to maneuver him softly onto the pillows to not wake him. Of course, you’d never be that lucky. Hissing through your teeth as your feet hit the icy top of the hardwood floor, you whipped your head around as a warm hand encased your wrist in a loose grip. Beneath messy bed head that could barely be seen from underneath the comforter that you had pulled back on top of him, you see the glimpse of tired eyes clouded with confusion peering out from underneath.

“Angel?” The deep grumble muttered underneath his breath almost made you throw all your plans to the wind and crawl right back into the fluffy clouds you longed to once again get lost in. Huffing out a sigh you slowly turned around, pulling your hand from his grasp only to bury it in the dark locks buried among the pillows. You leaned down softly, pushing your hands through his hair to reveal soft pleading eyes staring back at you, doing nothing but making your heart ache for having to leave so soon. Trancing your thumb along his eyebrow to try and smooth the small furrow that had made its home between them, you sighed softly.

“It’s Thursday, gotta stream puppy.” You watched as a small flash of recognition passed across his bleary eyes, a puff escaping his lips from under the comforter as you watched his chest fall slightly. Pulling his head up from the comforter, you smiled as you felt chapped lips press a small kiss to the inside of your wrist in understanding. Allowing yourself a bit of fun you leaned down pressing your lips to his briefly, giggling softly as a whine escaped his mouth as you pulled away. “Promise I won’t be long, I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me.”

“Too late for that.”

>>>

Smiling as you glanced up at your monitor that held your live chat, you watched as your viewers lost it with your threat to an animated shopkeeper. Times like this are what remind you of how grateful you are to your subscribers, they were practically family at this point and you felt you couldn’t be luckier to have such genuine, warm-hearted people that wanted to watch; even when you were cussing out characters that did nothing to you. You were laughing as you read some of the chat replies out loud when you saw your phone light up with a text from where it was sitting on your desk. Excusing yourself for a moment from the stream you grabbed your phone seeing a message from Corpse.

Corpsie💞💞: did you order coffee? someone knocked on the door and there’s a paper bag on the step

Cursing to yourself quietly for forgetting, you answered him quickly saying that you just needed to cut to a break on stream and you’d be out in a minute to grab it. He was wary of even opening the front door these days, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. The last time you had driven out to pick up whatever was sent into his P.O. Box, there were people waiting outside the building. When you went inside to grab everything, you asked the teller what exactly they were waiting for, to which he told you that they were hoping to catch a glimpse of this faceless internet star as this is where he’d go to get his mail. You don’t think you’ve ever walked faster to your car— trying your best to not grab their attention though your body was shaking with adrenaline, knowing they might’ve seen him while he was waiting there for you. Practically throwing open the driver's door, you tossed everything haphazardly into the back seat, telling Corpse to pull up his hood and mask as you started the car and peeled out of there. That was the last time he left the house.

You sighed, dropping your phone back on your desk as well as the switch that had been sitting in your lap, beginning to explain that you needed a quick break to get your coffee and starting to click through the settings to set up your break screen when you saw your phone light up again.

Corpsie💞💞: nah don’t worry i got it

You barely had time to sit back in your chair as you stared at your phone in disbelief before there was a soft knocking on your office door.

“Just kidding guys, apparently we have a kind guest who’s bringing it to me instead.”

Corpse hearing your voice from behind the door, it swung open to reveal your mop-headed lover sporting his cute plaid pyjama pants and yesterday’s hoodie as he held your coffees and bag in his hand. You grinned to yourself, moving out of the frame of the webcam as you reached out to grab everything, placing it on your desk before turning back to him with a wide smile. Reaching back for his hand, you pulled it down toward you, his body following as your other hand reached up to bury itself in his bedhead. You leaned forward and pressed a small peck onto his lips, mumbling a soft thank you against them as you kissed him once more. While this may have looked like the most simple gesture you knew how difficult it must have been for him, almost wanting to cry at how sweet he was to go to those lengths to do something a little special for you. As you pulled away, you smiled as his face mirrored yours, those soft rosy lips pulled into the sweetest grin you’d ever seen. Resting his forehead against yours, he mumbled back a small “anything for you princess,” the deep rumble of his morning voice sending a chill up your spine as you leaned forward again to steal another sweet kiss. Finally pulling away from you he stood up to his full height, a yawn escaping his mouth; though as he looked back toward the door you could sense his hesitation and grinned widely up at him.

“Do you wanna sit with me for a bit? I can just turn off the camera.” Giggling softly, you watched his head practically whip back toward you nodding a yes as he squeezed your hand, still intertwined with his. Reluctantly pulling it from his grasp, you pulled yourself back toward your monitors as you began to click through your stream settings.

“Well, your favourite guest has decided to grace us with his presence for a little so I’m gonna have to turn off face-cam, but I don’t think you guys will have a problem with that.” You laughed out, watching as your chat began to surge with messages about him. Making sure there was no way you could accidentally turn on the webcam again, you gestured him over to you starting to stand from your chair to grab the other one sitting in the corner of the office when a hand grasped yours, a strong tug pulling you completely off it with; a small yelp escaped your lips as you fell clumsily into your boyfriend's chest. You could hear his laugh from above you as he maneuvered you around in his arms before falling back onto your chair and pulling you into his lap, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck where you could feel that smug grin that was surely painted on his face. With his arms wrapped around you completely, holding you securely to his chest you knew you weren’t going anywhere. Looking up at the chat a laugh was pulled from your lips as your watchers conspired against you, message after message accusing you of doing something unspeakable behind the camera as being the reason you turned it off.

“Guys, literally nothing is happening.” You laughed out, watching as the chat passed so fast you couldn’t even read a full sentence. “Corpse just decided he wanted to share a chair instead of getting his own.”

“Yeah, my bad.” With no trace of any remorse in his monotone answer, another laugh escaped from your lips. Leaning forward to grab your switch and actually start playing again, you settled back into Corpse’s lap knowing this is exactly where you wanted to be. You were only a few minutes back into the game, Corpse and you occasionally reading out some live chat comments excited about his surprise appearance as viewers slowly climbed— his own watchers joining to watch the stream, when he inevitably started to fuck with you. A chill snaked up your spine as you began to feel small kisses trailing up your neck, you should’ve known this was one of the reasons he wanted to have you in his lap— it was easier to get your attention this way. You could feel that smug little smile drift back onto his face as he heard your voice start to shake slightly; at those moments he’d pull away and start replying to messages before turning back and starting all over again. It was the fourth time he began to press those soft lips to the base of your throat when you shrugged him off and shoved the breakfast sandwich you were snacking on into his face.

“Okay, if you want to share a chair you’re gonna have to behave.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry baby, sorry.” Corpse laughed out, voice muffled from behind the sandwich; taking a bite of it and placing it back in front of you, his chest still shaking with laughter. Deciding to hook his chin over your shoulder instead, he went back to watching the live chat, chatting and answering questions— that is before he came across a certain comment that had him furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What’s this about you folding Tom Nook like a panini?”

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#corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse x reader #corpse imagine #corpse husband x y/n

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pog-sad-muffin · 3 years

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Vilbur and Reader pt 2

!tw! Cursing, implications of death, angst, implications of dying, implications of blood/gore !tw!

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Y/n's POV

It was dark, the only warmth coming from something in front of me I wanted to get closer. Why can't I move, is someone saying something I can't understand anything. It hurts. I let out a whimper, I didn't mean it, it just hurt so much. The noises stopped, why did they stop? The warmth was fading away. I don't want it to it was so nice. Oh well there is nothing I can do about it. Where is Wilbur I miss him. I'm scared. Techno, tommy, Fundy someone anyone. Please it just hurts so much.

Fundy's POV

"NOOO! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING PLEASE! GOD THEY'RE DYING!" I throw my head at Phil, "HOW COULD YOU THEY WERE YOUR KIDS! YOUR CHILDREN!" I collapse into Niki crying as she comforts me. She is crying too. No this wasn't supposed to happen. Y/n… dad why did you break your promise.

-flashback-

It was bright out today. It is my eighth birthday. I jumped out of bed ready for the day. Papa and Y/n said they had a surprise for me since it's my eighth birthday. I got dressed in a blue overall and yellow shirt, dad said yellow was mama's favorite. I heard a knock on my door. I was on the floor getting my boots on, "come in!" I yelled. Struggling with the boot.

"Hello my little champ, how are you on your big day?" I hear papa say. I smile and shoot up from my position on the floor, boot still only half on. I run at him and hug papas legs. "Woah there buddy you could hurt yourself with your shoe only half on." Papa says with a chuckle.

"But dad, I wanted to give you a hug." I pout my ears flattening onto my head, looking down at the ground. I feel dad pick me up.

"It's alright champ I just don't want you getting hurt." Papa says, I smile and hug his neck. He was thinking about my safety silly papa, I'm a big boy now. I'm eight after all. As he sets me down. He says, "now come on Y/n is making breakfast." My eyes light up. Y/n always makes the best pancakes, I just hope she made my favorite cranberry pancakes. My mouth starts watering at the idea. Papa looks at me and I look at him. "Race ya!" Papa yells already on his way down the stairs.

"Hey that's not fair!" I yell running after him. Once we get to the kitchen I see Y/n with a frilly orange apron on making, yup my favorite, cranberry pancakes. "Papa that's not fair you cheated!" I whined.

"All is fair in love and pancakes." Dad says.

"That's not the saying, idiot also don't go teaching Fundy those dangerous things." Y/n said, Turning around and smacking papa on the head with a spatula. I giggled at Papa's sad face. Hearing me Y/n says , "hello my favorite nephew. Happy eighth birthday bud!" They say with a smile.

"Thank you Y/n!" I smile with all my teeth, even my sharp one. The other is still growing in, I lost it a week ago. Papa says I'm getting grown up teeth.

"Wow, would you look at your canines they're so sharp! Don't bite your tongue buddy." They grab a plate already filled with pancakes and add the last on the top. Y/n drops all the pancakes in papa's arms. "Be a doll and put those on the table for me." They smirk at papa.

"Yes ma'am…" I hear papa mumble. Y/n tunes and gets on their knees to give me a big hug. They always had nice hugs. They were so warm and welcoming. I hug back with my paws. We let go when we hear papa whine. He is standing at the door frame pouting. "Come on I want a hug tooooo!" He syasy with a high pitched whine near the end.

I see Y/n roll their eyes but open up their arms. "Come here and join the group, hug you oaf." They say holding back a smile. Papa grins like one of my friends who just got the bouncy ball during outdoor time. Papa takes a running start and launches himself at Y/n. Y/ns eyes go wide as saucers just before they are hit, I duck down. So I don't get trampled. There is a satisfying thud as they hit the ground.

"You idiot ! You could have hit the birthday boy!" I hear Y/n say as they start hitting papa with a newspaper. I giggle and jump on top of papa.

"Dogpile." I yell only for Boots to jump on top of us as well.

"Boots, not you too!" Y/in yells while laughing. Eventually everyone is off of Y/n and we are all laughing.

"Ok while this was fun, I do believe that my little champ has pancakes that he doesn't want to be cold." As papa starts helping me up.

"Yeah pancakes!" I yell running at the table. Once we all are there I look around, "Y/n Papa, can you promise me something?" I ask.

"Of course bud/champ." They say at the same time. We laugh a little.

"Promise me that you will never leave me like mama." As soon as I say that I see a pang of sadness in papa's eyes.

"We will never leave you right Will." Y/n says.

"Never ever." Papa says.

-flashback over-

"You didn't keep your promise." I choke out, my head still buried in Niki's shoulder, unlatching from Niki, I reach out and grab their hands.

Tommy's POV

"why." I ask staring at Phil tears falling freely down my face

"I had to, you don't understand…" Phil says, sorrow and regret evident in his voice. I scoff you better be regretful.

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING! PHIL!, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO!" I yell at him pushing my finger into his chest, making him stumble back a little. "God damn it." I say quietly starting to cry. I look away from Phil and at my now dead siblings. "Why god, is this what you wanted. IS IT WHAT YOU FUCKING WANTED!" I yell the later part. Balling my fisted and punching the stone walls. I hear a crunch of impact, my hands are for sure broken but I can think of anything other than the good times with them.

-flashback-

"We did it,WE FUCKIN DID IT! HAHA!" Will and Y/n yell, "WE GOT OUR INDEPENDENCE! WOOH!" People all around are hugging each other. The injured are crying with joy and the hope of being healed in peace. Everyone all around is celebrating. After three long years. We finally did it. Tubbo and I are cheering and running around our flag I'm my hands. Y/n and Will are on their knees hugging each other and sobbing either joy. Later everyone is gathered around the van.

"As the now president of L'manburg…" Will starts writing down as he says.

"I officially declare…" Y/n says, voice wobbly with a little smirk adorned on their face.

"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SUCK IT GREEEEN BOIIIII!" The twins yell at once, everyone is either cheering or laughing. Tubbo and I are on the ground out of breath from running around earlier but still laughing hysterically.

"Tubbo - are you cry-laughing!" I yell out between laughing myself.

"Don't - say it like that- big man look at yourself!" Tubbo chokes out.

"WOOOOH" the twin yell then jump off of the van and start running, clearly having the time of their life while they are at it.

-flashback over-

"Why N/n, Wilby… W-we were supposed to r-un L'manburg together." I choke out falling onto my knees holding one of Wilbur and Y/ns's hands. "I need you. Please."

3rd POV

Slowly people started moving and mourning the loss of the twins, the light of L'manburg, extinguished for the time to come.

A permanent eclipse surrounding the once joyful nation.

Wilbur and Y/n's POV

Ah finally the warmth is back. As they lay down and die peacefully.

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Thank you for reading let me know if you have a request🖤🖤🖤

#vilbur #lmanburg #mcyt x reader #dream smp x you #wilbur x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #dream smp x reader #philza x reader #sbi x reader #fundy x reader #tommy x reader #dream smp angst #character death #mild swearing #sbi x y/n #Spotify

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thatbeluga · 2 years

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Wet Sock Part Nine: Another Sexy, Sexy Return from Hiatus

Part One / Part Two / Wom’s Chapter / Part Three/ Wom 2 / Part Four/Part Five / Part Six / Wom 3 / Part Seven / Part Eight

Elmo was lonely.

For the first time in... for the first time in... however long, she'd finally found someone she could connect to. Someone she truly felt like she belonged with.

But then that facking MARSUPIAL had to ruin it!

Elmo karate chopped the nearest tree, breaking it in half.

"What the hell man, that was so rude my god do you have any manners? Geeeez," the tree whined, before it died.

"This isn't fair," Elmo groaned. "We were supposed to have implied smut in a couple chapters, but that's all ruined now!"

What had Wombat said about Rad? That dating her would be life-threatening? That had to just be Wombat's own discomfort with her dating his mother... right? And in that case, then all she really had to do was talk to him, and explain herself. Surely he'd see he had nothing to worry about with her.

Elmo flicked on her Heely's, and wheeled back towards the manor

...

"Fuck, do you remember what we're supposed to be doing?" Beluga asked, looking out across the desolation outside the manor.

"We're supposed to be bonding over our shared longevity, the lives we've seen, the brief, ephemeral moments of connection we get to have with others before they pass on, the rise and fall of whole kingdoms that cannot break the one constant in time that is our friendship," Fuck said.

"Oh, so Wombat did say we should be bonding over our shared longevity, the lives we've seen, the brief, ephemeral moments of connection we get to have with others before they pass on, the rise and fall of whole kingdoms that cannot break the one constant in time that is our friendship," Beluga said. "I could've sworn he said something about keeping Elmo out of the estate but I guess I was wrong."

"I mean, I also don't remember why we came out here, or why the door was locked, or why I had to throw you at it seven times to break it open, or why I keep getting texts from Wombat asking why he's getting notifications about a security breach when he's having his quest, or why Misp had to capture Rad and put her in the dungeon," Fuck said, flicking their wings.

"Oh my geez, look, Fuck, look, look over there, Fuck, look, look who it is Fuck, look, look who's coming down the path, oh my god, look, Fuck, look who it is," Beluga rambled, smacking Fuck with his tail.

"Something Heely this way comes," Fuck said, as Elmo rolled up to the estate.

"Hey, weird grandparent things, can I talk to you?" Elmo asked, rolling up to a stop. Beluga and Fuck looked at each other.

"Hold on," Beluga said. "I'm gettin' a little red flag up in m'brain. Something about this isn't right."

"Right, right, I'm also getting that sense," Fuck said. "Should we ignore the red flag?"

"Don't we always?"

"You, person," Fuck said, smacking Elmo with a wing. "It's hella windy out here, and my auditory sensors haven't been updated since like the seventies. Why don't we talk about this inside?"

"That's a great idea, Fuck," Beluga said, opening the door to the manor. "I'll go put the kettle on!"

...

Far away, space and time rippled. A scar, barely healing, was shaken once more. So much time and bloodshed had gone into healing it, and soon, it would all be for nothing.

A tiny hole, no wider than a few atoms, opened.

#wet sock #rad x elmo #quarter family

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direwombat · 2 months

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lowkey got an assassin's creed oc cooking in the noggin

#well. more i'm in the prep-phase for it. chopping onions and such to put in a pot to simmer #whining wombat

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verbjectives · 1 year

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A bitch is (probably) gonna be going to New Orleans in October and I could not be more excited

#yes itll be for a work thing but ahhhhh #im so excited for the food!#probs gonna take a vacation day to explore #verbs whines for ts #whining wombat

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echo-hiraeth · 3 years

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I Blame What Happens Every Time We’re Under Neon Lights - Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Summary: Based off of the Wombats’ Emoticons

Warnings:Sexual undertones, bit of angst

Masterlist

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It was never supposed to go this far. But yet here he was for the fourth time this week, just to see you. All eyes were on you and how could they not have been, you were intoxicatingly beautiful. He’d even bought a new suit and tie for you, just to see if you’d notice, just to see if you’d care. The poor man didn’t know what gotten into him and he was in way too deep now. His first visit here was on Statesman business, he’d needed some questions about a certain suspect answered. You talked to him, coaxing him back for more with your saccharine smile and twinkling eyes. He came back the next day, pretending to ask more questions, but really he just wanted to talk to you again, something about the way you’d spoken to him the night before urging him to want more.

One thing led to another and now he was here almost every night. While most guys kept their eyes on the main stage, he kept a look out for you. He’d tense up when men would grab at you, thinking it appropriate seeing the setting. Even strip clubs had morals and rules however and not touching waitresses was certainly one of them.

“Mister Whiskey”, you greeted him, notebook and some loose dollar bills perched under your bare arm. “What can I get you for tonight?”

“How ‘bout one on the rocks and half an hour alone with you”, he quipped back, slightly tipping his hat.

There was that deliciously seductive curl of those lips again. He was in for a treat, the way you did your hair and make-up not lost on him. But it was sinful, absolutely wrong. It didn’t stop him from heading to the smaller room though, leaning against the wall as he awaited your arrival. As soon as you walked in he had his hands on you, pulling you flush against him. You let out a low chuckle as you spun around to face him, handing him the glass of scotch.

“Need another testimony mister Whiskey?”, you cooed, fingers playing with the end of his tie.

He pulled you closer, caressing your cheek as he downed the drink. “Tell me darling, how long are you gonna keep doing this to me?”

You pressed your mouth to his neck, lavishing it in kisses and bites, dragging your tongue over the sensitive skin. “I’ve no idea what you mean.”

“It’s tough to stay objective, baby”, he grunted, “with your tongue abseiling down my neck.”

“Oh come on cowboy, I can give you a good time..”, you purred, teasingly nibbling at his ear.

He shifted a bit, trying to regain his composure and quite frankly conceal his arousal. “Now that’s a bulletproof offer I can’t accept.”

You smirked against the skin of his throat, licking up his bobbing Adam’s apple. “How so? Use your words pretty boy.”

“It’s tough to maintain focus, baby..”, he groaned, putting his hands on your hips.

“I missed you, Jack.. Let me have you.. please”, you whined, playing with the buckle on his belt.

His hands grabbed a hold of yours, stopping your motions. “You need to find a different boy’s heart to chew, sugar.”

His words were playful but stung nonetheless. You took a step back to look him over, panting, slacks tightened around his groin, eyes dark with longing and lust. “You don’t want me anymore?”, you asked, scared of whatever reply he would fire back.

“It’s tough to feign indifference baby”, he murmured, taking a step towards you once again, the LED lights casting his golden brown skin in a blue hue. You grabbed onto his tie once again, both of you looking down at the thing. “Now I’m spending all the money I have, trying to impress you’s kinda driving me mad..”

His mouth was mere inches from yours, breath tickling your own lips as he stood there. “I-I blame what happens every time we’re under neon lights”, you breathed, closing your eyes as you crashed your lips to his.

It had felt so real and genuine, but he knew better. This was your job, this what you were trained to do, make poor vulnerable men fall for you and spend their money, he just never actually imagined he’d actually fall for it – you. He wanted nothing more for it to be real, for an angel like you to feel what he’d been feeling, to choose him, but he was no fool.

Or so he thought.

You’d been cross with yourself ever since he set foot in the place, his aura and personality just plain irresistible for whatever reason. He really did light up a room with that damned smirk, and stupid hat. He’d been coming here for weeks, with a new excuse every week. He’d pull you aside in that room, asking you those darn questions you couldn’t care less about until one night you decided to make a move, he’d reciprocated, sliding you a fifty dollar bill after. That had ripped you apart, to think that he saw you as a service rather than a person. Though tonight he was seemingly upset and rather vocal about it and you couldn’t help but suspect what had been playing in his own mind.

He pulled away, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours. “And it’s everything I want... and nothing I can keep.”

You sighed, cupping his face in both hands as you looked straight at him. “Behind these metaphors, I want you literally.”

His pupils dilated at your confession, hands pulling you up against his chest as he smashed his lips on yours again. It was a hungry kiss, supposed to last forever and make up for any and all lost time. His eager fingertips made their way under your uniform, desperate to touch you there. You pushed his hands away slowly, turning your head to catch your breath before speaking. “Let’s get out of here.”

He smirked again, pushing you up against the wall, pressing a string of open-mouthed kisses to your jaw. “But I like it here so much I might stay.”

After that night you promptly followed him home, straight into his bed, as you did many nights after that one. Until eventually the two of you had established your feelings towards one another. You’d offered to quit your job, but Jack was more than happy for you to keep it, never shy when it came to other men. They could look but not touch as if they did... well let’s just say he’d shown them some manners. Your shifts usually ended in a heated make-out session in that one room, neon lights flickering above you as you confessed your love and adoration for one another with the touch of your lips and hands. It was electric and you were insatiable, Jack Daniels was it for you, he was all you’d ever need.

#jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #statesman #pedro pascal #oneshot

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threeminutesoflife · 4 years

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Manifest Destiny

Pairings: Dark!Stucky x Dark!Reader Warnings: 18+, non/con, sex pollen, lab experiments, kidnapping, stucky bj, female masturbation, minor mention of death. Summary: Reader invents sex pollen, selfish relationship issues w/ her boyfriends, breaking up is hard to do Word Count: 8.2k a/n: This was written for the ever-sweet and incredibly welcoming @imanuglywombat The Ugliest Wombat Challenge. She’s an amazing writer- Congrats on your 1.7k! Thank you for hosting!

Prompts: Desert and Mountain Moodboards-

It’s odd, the revelations and ideas you come up with when your mouth’s filled with cock.

“Take it.”

“B-Bucky, wait-”

“Don’t whine, you’re ready,” Bucky panted above you, “you feel good enough to me.”

Bucky's hips connected painfully into yours as your back dug into the table, “Be good- take Steve in your little mouth, baby girl.”

His hands cemented around your waist while you lay haphazardly across the small kitchen table; the back of your neck hit the table’s edge with every sharp snap of Bucky’s hips.

Steve murmured your name drawing your attention to him. Looking up, Steve loomed over you stroking himself, balls knocking against his fist as he slid his hand down his shaft. Standing with his legs apart, Steve’s figure jarred in and out of your vision as Bucky used your body.

“Open.” Steve was in your vision.

“Now.” Steve was out of your vision.

Bucky pushed in and out of you greedily; vision jerking, neck snapping.

“Hurry up,” Steve tsked impatiently, annoyed you didn’t automatically know what he wanted. Guilt fell down upon you when your compliance wasn’t fast enough. “Convince me you’re not selfish. Show me how grateful you are for us, sweetheart.”

The table scrapped against the floor as Bucky ground into you deeper and harshly twisted your leg higher on his shoulder. You yelped when your neck snapped against the table’s corner.

“Good girl, keep that mouth open for me,” Steve dipped his knees and moved himself closer to your lips. “Drop your head. More. More goddammit. Now- relax that throat, sweetheart. Yeah. Just like that. Fuck- feel so good. Wanna see my dick fill up that smooth throat of yours.” He laid his large hand down along the column of your neck as Bucky’s deep thrusts caused your body to rock up and meet against Steve’s open palm. Steve tightened his hold around your expanding neck, smirking when he felt himself slide deeper in you beneath his palm, “You owe us for being ungrateful. Don’t ever keep us waiting, sweetheart.”

They left for a mission the next morning, a year later you were gone.

Twelve months ago / first day away: The flash hit your eyes before the sound erupted in your ears. Shock delayed your reaction time. Your arms shot out in front of your face but you were too late to duck away from the table top’s explosion. The ceiling extinguishers released, followed by the air duct vacuums removing any traces of smoke and fog in the lab. Pulling yourself together, you recited the chemicals and amounts mixed shortly before the mini-detonation. The corners were singed on the formula’s trial and error notebook, one notebook of many that helped track your successful and unsuccessful runs. When you shakily flipped over a sheet to write down the amounts that wouldn’t be combined again, you saw it. In the reflection of a container, you were missing an eyebrow. The boys left before dawn this morning, departing for an estimated seven-month deep mission. There would be no communication with their handler unless an extreme emergency arose, meaning death. An absolute rule of no messages or check-ins to outside parties, meaning you. At least under the forced silent conditions, you wouldn’t have to find a way to hide your missing eyebrow. You wouldn’t have to listen to them bemoan and force you to stay out of a dangerous lab. Their “reluctance” to go was felt by everyone in the building but thankfully for you, Fury said there was no other option. Their storm of distaste for leaving you unattended, and free to roam out from under their thumb, had everyone counting down the days to their departure. You were used to their anger and shortness, but this long absence would be a blessing. Your time would be yours and you’d be able to work freely on your experiments. You wouldn’t have to convince the boys that they were your number one priority, while missing an eyebrow.

Eleven months ago / first month away: You rolled over and stretched, legs twisting out and around the soft comforter- flaying your limbs across the wide bed, claiming any and all space. A giggle escaped you as you rolled your body over to the far left side of the bed, only to roll yourself back over to the opposite side. Laughing harder when you realized there were no consequences if you accidentally woke up a sleeping super soldier. You rolled over once more just because you could. You fixed the bed the night before, a small act of deviance when you tucked the corner of the newly purchased sheets under the mattress. The same set of sheets you were outnumbered on buying earlier. Grabbing a pillow, you flipped yourself over to the foot of the bed and turned on the television you put in the bedroom last month. Resting your chin on the pillow, you wiggled your toes under the throw pillows at the head of the bed. You inhaled deeply and enjoyed the pleasant detergent fragrance, you could hardly register their scent anymore. A late morning of watching tasteless shows of your own choosing; you couldn’t wait to bring in leftovers and eat them in bed between the new covers.

Ten months ago / second month away: The tower floors were quiet, peacefully so. Even the inanimate objects seemed to breathe easier without super soldiers dictating about. You came and went at all hours to the lab or outside to grab food. Sometimes you went for short walks when you needed time for your ideas to ferment. The freedom and fewer restrictions were new at first, leaving you hesitant and feeling guilty for enjoying them. But slowly, it became easier to indulge. It was a treat to only having to be concerned about yourself and your wants and desires. It wasn’t that you didn’t care about Bucky and Steve, they gave what they could. Or rather more accurately, they gave what they wanted. But it was a relationship built on their terms. Their needs and wishes- those came first. The boys provided what they thought was needed in a relationship, but it was restricted to what you felt was essential. They’d give you the shirt off their backs, but then tell you how to wear it. Bruce noticed your newfound sense of self first, the looseness in your shoulders and no more worry-filled glances at clocks. He didn’t want to say you smiled more when your boyfriends were away, but he noticed more enjoyment and excitement in you.

Nine months ago / third month away: Staring at the computer screen in disbelief, a laugh stuttered out of you. It was coming together, the formula. You were meant to create this. The idea that once formed in your head as a fleeting sarcastic notion- how to make sex more enjoyable and ready your body quicker for intercourse- lead you here. However, it became a bit more sinister with Steve and Bucky’s influence. In the beginning, the idea was only to assist you in finding more pleasure and to be ready for whenever they wanted it. Now the idea grew into something that would drive the subject into a state of painful, distracting lust until one was able to achieve an euphoric release. Something that would fully consume the users and allow another a window of opportunity in that chaotic distraction. And it was slowly coming together.

Seven months ago / fifth month away: Trials with subjects, successful: the rabbits were going at it like rabbits.

Six months ago / sixth month away: You accepted the offer. The chance at a taste of freedom and a sense of accomplishment made you agree immediately. The minor detail about temporarily relocating to the desert wasn’t a concern. You were looking forward to testing the formula further out west. SHIELD wanted more extensive experiments on your sex pollen idea, or as you called it, Dionysian. You would conduct more trails here and then proceed out to Groom Lake for more immersed testing in the SHIELD designated areas. Now you just needed to find a way to inform Bucky and Steve. But this, this was your destiny.

Five months ago / seventh month away: The boys were never a thought when you accepted the testing opportunity. But with their return approaching, you couldn't stop thinking about their reaction. You needed to rehearse your words when you’d sit them down to talk. You tried convincing yourself that they would hear you out. You tried convincing yourself that they’d understand this opportunity meant a great deal to you. They’d agree and encourage you to go, right? That’s what people offered each other in healthy relationships- encouragement, support. You, however, were not in a healthy relationship. And the thought of seeing them only made you uneasy and sick. You would be lying if you said they were missed. Depending on how you treated each other these next upcoming months, you might blaze your own trail without them. As the elevator climbed to your living quarters, your stomach twisted at the thought of telling them you’d be away; twisting at the thought of their anger. As the elevator doors opened to your floor, you decided you wouldn’t tell the boys that you already accepted the offer. Instead, you’d talk to them about a possibility of one, and then present it in a way that it’d seem as if they were giving you permission to go. Stepping into the hallway, you noticed utility bags thrown to the side. Shit. You didn’t realize they were back already. Seven months away and you were in a meeting instead of greeting them when they landed. How long have they been here? You walked into the bedroom and saw both men freshly showered, towels wrapped low around their waists. The three of you stood awkwardly in the silent bedroom. Scanning the room, you noticed the television missing and your new sheets ripped off the bed, crumpled on the floor.

Four months ago: The boys left for a three week mission and before they left again, things around the apartment were less than ideal. During an argument last month, you suggested about getting your own bedroom in the Tower. The boys didn’t appreciate that thought, edging you for a full night until you apologized for being inconsiderate. You sobbed during your climax, your body wrecked and colored with embarrassment. A lie and a promise passed your lips to them- you were sorry and you’d treat them how they deserved to be treated. Pulling out your notebook, you set up the timer and recorder and hooked up the body monitors. You nervously brought over a glass of water and pulled out the dropper for the liquid Dionysian. You’ve been trying to convince yourself to test it out, unwisely on yourself. Closing the notebook, you shook your head at your would-be actions. Don’t do this. But then glancing at your phone, the screen filled with missed texts from Steve and Bucky. Each bubble angrier than the last. “Where are you?” “Why are you keeping me waiting?” “You better answer Steve, baby girl.” “Text Bucky back right now, sweetheart.” “Do you need to learn your lesson again?” You threw your phone aside and turned on the recorder. One drop of Dionysian in the water, you drank and waited for a reaction. This was a last resort, but you needed to be prepared just in case. You decided that before taking your leave out west, you’d try your hardest to work with them and determine if it was possible to miss them. For now, you’d try to be how they wanted you to be and see if this was the future you’d actually want for yourself. You'd try to be their good girl. Maybe there was something salvageable for you three. But if nothing could be saved, you’d be prepared. Your next three weeks would be filled with testing and orgasms while the boys were away.

Three months ago: “There’s talk of an opportunity,” you started shyly across the table. “No.” A set of deep voices cut off any further discussion, silverware crashing against the plates. “But it would only be for a few months away, and I’d get to further my research. You should hear all the new breakthroughs we’re having with this formula. It’s beyond impressive. It’d really be a great tool out in the field. The fact alone that it would keep the target so incapacitated, too preoccupied to achieve relief, one could escape easily and put several hours of distance between them and other operatives,” you pleaded for them to listen. Why couldn’t they just listen? You listened to them- helped them achieve their goals. When did this relationship turn into something less for you? Why did you allow it to turn that way? “Buck said no-” “Steve said no-” Simultaneously conjoined sentences of dismissiveness sailed across the table at you. That hurt, but you weren’t about to give up easily. You excelled too far in your career, achieved too much in the lab for your boyfriends to shut you up. “With more testing, we could really extend the release time and keep the subjects immobilized, maybe up to 12 hours, hell, maybe even longer. I mean, just depending on the concentrated amounts of what would be administered. Wait, I need to write this down,” you excitedly pushed the chair away from the table with the intention to get your notepad. “You better be only getting up to bring us back a slice of the apple pie you baked earlier, sweetheart.” You shut your eyes at Steve’s warning, your shoulders tensed at his commanding tone as you tried memorizing your ideas to record later. “I’ll take an extra slice tonight, baby girl,” Bucky handed his plate over with a wink. Collecting Steve’s dish also, you reminded yourself to remain calm. They’re not selfish, they love you. They do care about you, they’re just reluctant to share you. You would try another time.

Two months ago: Sweaty bodies on either side of you, tired and loose from the orgasms given and received. Panting breaths slowed as lazy hands drew circles on your hips. “There’s a chance for a promotion…” “Keep talking and I’ll stick my dick back in your mouth,” Bucky grumbled. “Quiet, sweetheart.” Steve chided and slapped the side of you thigh, “Stop trying to ruin the moment, it’s not polite,” Another time then.

One month ago: “There’s interviews being held in the next couple days for-” “Not this again,” Steve cursed. “Why aren’t you happy? What could it possibly be that causes you to be so fucking miserable here with us?” “We thought you were happy. Are you lying to us?” questioned Bucky. You couldn’t be sure if there was menace in his words. His eyes were sharper though, you couldn’t deny the warning slowly brewing in them. You picked your next words carefully, but a part of you knew they’d never be the right ones said, “…I am happy. I care for you both, so much. But it’d be only five months at the most and only three away for certain. I mean, you both had a mission that lasted seven months with no communication. And with me there, we could still talk everyday. It’s only a temporary relocation. I’d be by area51, so it’s well-guarded. Maria said I’d be able to talk and skype when I’m away from the labs, I could call you in the evenings. Plus, SHIELD has their own designated areas there- I’d be with our people. Please. Let me do this for my research. Please, Steve. Please, Bucky. It’d mean so much to be able to test out there with more free range-” “-You care for both of us?!” Bucky cut in, cold impatience in his voice as he said your name. It was as if he never heard you say anything else after that line. “What the fuck is that suppose to mean, baby girl?” “Now, Bucky- easy,” Steve lazily placated him. Steve thought a little fear supplied by Bucky would do you good, maybe you needed help to reevaluate what was important in your life. Them. “I’m sure our girl didn’t mean it like that. I’m certain she didn’t want it to come across as awful and hurtful as it did. Am I right, sweetheart?” “Do you not fucking love us like we love you?” Bucky stepped closer with his accusation. “Of course, she loves us. Our little sweetheart wouldn’t dare hurt us like that. Would you?” Steve cupped your cheek and ran his thumb across your cheekbone. “She knows how much it’d physically hurt us, if she was away from us again. She knows how physically ill it made us- not being able to talk to her when we were gone all those months. The daily pain we were in for leaving her behind on that mission. That mission she brought up so casually, as if it was nothing.” Your lip trembled under Steve’s thumb but you kept your back straight. You created this formula from the ground up. You worked for this achievement. You needed them to be on your side, or out of your way. You were tired of being their cheerleader when they didn’t reciprocate. You wanted the chance to develop your own personal mission of success. “I remember,” you stilled your lip from trembling as Steve ran his thumb over your chin. I remember how much I do for you both, and how little you allow me to do for myself. “You better fucking prove how much you love us,” Bucky challenged as he unzipped his pants. Good cop, bad cop. You were running out of time.

---

The kitchen timer sounded, startling you as you hid the suitcases in the back of the closet. The scent of cinnamon and apples hung thickly in the air from the pie you pulled out the oven. Looking between the closest and homemade pie, spiced special for tonight, you were ready to leave for good.

---

“Would you like to know what’s going on with your bodies?” You watched the two men double over from the cramping, gripping the edge of the nearest piece of furniture. “Your bodies truly are superior, I’ve been fucked over enough times by you both to know. But still... I hope I administered enough for you, Steve. And I hope you didn’t get too much, Bucky,” you winked at them as Bucky grunted through another painful muscle contraction.

“What,” Steve panted as his stomach squeezed, “did you do?”

“Broke one of your rules, sweetest. Brought my work home with me. Gonna break a couple more, too. But at least you’ll have each other to help you through it. Because Steve... Bucky’s going to need your help.”

Bucky and Steve shot you glares between sucking in their breaths and squeezing their eyes shut through the increasing punch of stomach cramps.

A fake pout across your lips, you crossed your arms and leaned back against the chair, “What. No questions? No sharp words?”

The room filled with wheezing and coughing, the scent of their sweat started climbing in the air.

“I tell you, boy- I wasn’t expecting the silent treatment.”

Painful grunts and twisted moans echoed out of them.

“You two are boring. How’s this, blink twice if you need help,” you snickered louder when the boys growled out their anger. “Oh relax, babies,” you cooed with contempt. “The more you fight it, the more it’ll hurt. I made sure.”

“Fuck this,” Bucky rasped, “I’m burning up. Even my arm feels hot.”

Sweat beaded across Steve’s brow as he watched Bucky curl in around himself. Steve was miserable, but Bucky looked like shit.

“Let me see,” Steve put his hand on Bucky’s forehead. “Jesus, Buck. You’re on fire. What did you give him?”

Steve tried to spin around at you, but Bucky caught Steve’s hand and pulled it back on his forehead. “Hurts less when you touch me.”

“What?” Steve questioned, looking at Bucky’s sickly complexion.

“Just keep your hands on me, Steve. It hurts less.”

Steve cupped Bucky’s face before turning to you in horror, “What did you give him, y/n?!”

“Relax. I gave him the same thing I gave you, but porker here just ate more pie than you. Which by my estimations, your next heat wave should start kicking in soon. If not, there’s a chance tonight will get more interesting- and messy.”

Steve was about to scream out more questions when a fresh wave of pain hit him. He gritted through another contraction. It helped to touch, just like Bucky said, but he could still feel the pain slowly getting stronger. He also started feeling his dick getting harder.

Steve risked a glance away from you to see Bucky’s pants painfully tented, “Steve, touch me more. I need you.”

“Better listen to him, Steve,” you sat down in a chair that was far enough away to enjoy the show.

“You’re in so much trouble when this shit wears off,” Steve gritted out, holding onto Bucky. He was torn between helping Bucky and locking you up.

“I’m taking the job, boys. I’m leaving shortly.”

“What? You can’t leave,” Bucky whirled his slumped over body to look at you. Hair wet against his forehead, sweat stained his shirt. “Fuck. Help me out.”

“I can take it and I am. You two are better for each other. I don’t want this anymore.”

Bucky howled, a painful mixture of trying to fight the sex pollen and realizing they were losing you.

“Goddammit,” Steve ground out in anger, his hand tightened on Bucky’s shoulder. He tried keeping himself upright, still attempting to touch Bucky and ease them both through another contraction. “You’re not fucking going anywhere. You’re mad, we get that. But right now- you better fucking help us out!”

“Help yourself!” you shouted back, rising up from the seat. “Fuck each other. That’s the secret. I can already see the precum on Bucky’s pants. Give each other a hand, literally. You’ll be helping one another for most of the night while I fly out.”

Bucky took a deep breath and lunged his body in your direction. He didn’t make it far. You only shook your head at them. Steve was in too much pain to grab Bucky, but at least Bucky managed to pathetically pull himself up to sit. This wasn’t playing out as gleefully as you thought it would. Instead, you were angry. Angry at them, angry at yourself.

Both men commanded, then pleaded for you two stay with them again, “Baby girl.” “Sweetheart.”

For a moment you thought you should, but then you saw your notebook next to your bag and you knew you were leaving. A wave of resentment hit you when you thought of what led you here. “God. Must I do everything for you, little boys?”

Bucky grunted when he fell on all fours from the push you delivered between his shoulder blades.

Tangling your fist in his hair you pulled Bucky by his locks across the room. You dog walked the Winter Soldier, crawling his way like an animal in heat, before Steve’s feet. Grabbing Bucky by the nape of his neck, you forced his face closer to Steve’s cock.

With your free hand you pinched your fingers around the bottom of Bucky’s cheeks, squeezing harshly. His mouth parted and lips puckered out as you bent down to his ear, “Open and enjoy.”

Steve stood immobile, taking in Bucky’s weakness and your strength. His tip weeping with arousal at the drastic change in dynamics.

Steve quickly undid his pants eager for pleasure, “Maybe I should get you first, but this will help us quicker. Suck me dry, Bucky. Then I can help you better.”

You scoffed at Steve, even now he portrayed himself as selfless when he was actually selfish.

Your actions were harsh and voice mocking as Bucky’s lips wrapped around Steve’s dick. Both moaning in pleasure with the contact.

“No, no little bear. I know you can get the honey out better than that. Put some effort into it,” with a swift shove of your foot, you pressed your shoe into Bucky’s firm ass cheek.

Suddenly and ungracefully, Bucky lurched forward and impaled his mouth further down on Steve’s dick.

A deep growl from Steve’s chest vibrated out down along his torso and into Bucky’s mouth. Pressing Bucky harder into Steve’s crotch with your foot, your eyes connected with Steve’s. He couldn’t look away from you. Bucky coughed and choked on Steve’s length as you pressed him harder into Steve with a devious smile.

Steve lost it. Instead of trying to pull Bucky off him to allow him to breathe, Steve grabbed Bucky by his hair and pulled his face in closer.

Bucky’s nose to Steve’s pelvis, you bit your lip and undid the button on your jeans. Slipping your hand under your panties, you felt your wetness as Steve kept his eyes locked on you. You licked your lips, spurring Steve on. The whimpers you let out when teasing yourself made Bucky suck harder. You found your release at the sight of Steve’s hard thrusts and Bucky slipping his hand down his own pants.

---

“Thanks again for the ride,” you said, nestling the grocery bags between your legs.

“No problem, needed a few snacks too. Seemed like a good idea when you mentioned it.”

“You’re just gonna miss me, partner. What will you do now that we’re not shadowing each other 24-7?”

“Hey! There’s only so much junk food on base. You know I need variety. Besides, a drive into town seemed like a nice way to break up the evening. How else am I supposed to keep you out of trouble?” Aaron teasingly quirked an eyebrow, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel to the beat of the song.

“Yeah, yeah- chaperon, my chaperon. Thanks again for the extra time you put in with the project. Shaved off a month from the schedule, couldn’t have done it without you staying around those extra nights.”

“I’m looking forward to us getting back to New York.”

“Hmm,” you rolled the window down halfway, trying to keep yourself busy to avoid commenting.

Aaron looked over at you, “Hey. It’ll be nice to go back home to New York, right?”

You shrugged, “It’ll be nice to leave tomorrow. With us already submitting the results the other day, all we have to do is clean and pack up. It’s quiet with only us being there in the SHIELD section now.”

“New York bound it is then!” Aaron tapped your thigh and gave your knee a friendly squeeze. “I can’t wait to get back, who’d of thought I’d miss the wife’s cooking?” Aaron mused, slowing down at the yellow light.

“I’m just happy to have some time off. Take in some sights and then venture into a new contract at my own leisure.” You flipped the radio’s volume up a few clicks higher, resting your head back against the seat.

“It’s amazing how much we accomplished in that time frame. It’s your estimates that allowed us to finish earlier than expected. Your calculations were in the zone, only needing minimal tweaking. Some days it was like you already tested the product out, especially with how close we were with each ingredient’s measurements,” Aaron shot you an amused smile but it slowly dropped when you didn’t smile back. “Oh, hey. Hey, you okay?”

Clearing your throat, you sat up straighter. “Um, yeah. I’m good,” turning your head to look out the passenger window, “now.”

Nodding his head at your words, he easily mistook your reaction, “What I’m trying to say is- if you ever need help with another project, think of me.”

“…Thanks. I will,” your mumble of gratitude seemed like modesty but it was guilt.

You shifted in the seat, putting more room between you and Aaron. Almost like you were giving your emotions more space to sit comfortably in the car also. You knew why your calculations were so close to being correct with making the sex pollen viable. You recorded and studied the muted video you made of Steve and Bucky’s reaction times to those test doses. But some nights, when you couldn’t sleep, you slipped your hand between your thighs and watched it with the sound on low.

Aaron straightened the car out of the turn, “Can’t wait till agents are able to use this in the field. There’ll definitely be some interesting stories. Get ready, I’m sure an offer will come to stay on permanently with SHIELD. You’d want that, right? It’d be nice to be back in that lab with Banner.”

You sighed at the New York reminder. These last several months had been wonderful. You enjoyed all the research tasks guilt-free instead of juggling them with two demanding Avengers. When they were away, you got to decide how to fill your days and nights. You got to immerse yourself in your own research missions of experiments and notes. You enjoyed organizing the videos and recording, typing the trial and errors, outlining notes on coffee-stained scribbled books.

But you weren’t ready to give your freedom up, you were in no rush to return to New York or Banner’s lab. It was a hard call you made to Bruce the other day. You didn’t want to burn any bridges with him, not when he was a mentor. But you weren’t ready to return. You didn’t want to be in close proximity with Steve and Bucky anymore. So when you spoke to Bruce earlier, you told him you’d be taking more time for yourself and wouldn’t be returning to New York...

“What do you mean you’re not coming back?”

“Bruce, this is essential.”

“Essential to your career or essential in avoiding your relationship status?”

That cold splash of verbal water made you pause. A heavy silence was met on both ends of the phone. A few seconds past as neither you or Bruce said anything. Finally, Bruce broke the standoff by sighing in agreement of your request to take a break before signing a new contract. But not before he gave scientific advice, “You’d feel better if you talked to them. They miss you, you know. This avoidance and stress, it’ll just make you sick.”

“No, I’d feel better if I had more time alone. Space, lots of space to decide what I want to do. Somewhere-”

“Listen, Jailbreak,” Tony queued up your call over the speakers causing Banner to send him a sour perturbed look.

You moved your jaw back and forth, trying to tamper down the annoyance of hearing Tony’s voice cut in on your private call, “..Yes?”

“It’s time.”

“No, actually Tony, it’s not. Nor will it be.”

“Yeah super, I hear ya small fry and that’s really great you think that. But now hear what I’m saying, it’s time.”

“Stop, Tony. I’m taking time for myself.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t call me that!”

Tony cringed at your tone, mildly forgetting Steve’s nickname for you. Bruce rolled his eyes at Tony’s less than accidental slip-up. “Okay, okay. What I mean is and I repeat, it’s time. You can find that inner peace bullshit back here. You need to come home.”

“That’s not my home anymore. I’m doing what I want and going to figure-”

“Then what? I have two out of control super a-holes on back to back missions because they’re pissed their girlfriend left them.”

‘In compromising positions,’ you thought. “It’s ex-girlfriend now, Tony.”

Tony’s laugh was dry and crisp, “Hardly an ex.”

“I am. I have no claim on them, they have no claim on me. Hence, the ex part.”

“They’re taking back to back missions so they can kill- legally, sweetheart.”

“Well, they’re doing it together so it’s an Avenger date night. They have each other, that’s enough.”

“Quit fooling yourself, spit out the kool-aid. There’s no getting out of this. You aren’t an ex to them and you will never be an ex to them. Realize it, quickly. For your own sake. And more importantly, for the sake of my cleaning bills. Ring your energy bell, light your candles- then come home.”

“I called to say thank you to Dr. Banner, not to get into an argument with you, Mr. Stark. My contract has been completed,” you gritted through your teeth. You were over all this, especially Tony putting his nose into everything. After this, you planned on finding something else with a different company. Another life.

Tony tapped the mute button on the screen and leaned away from the desk. A look of disbelief on his face as he waved his hand over the table to Bruce. “What kind of attitude are you teaching her in here? Am I handing out bonuses to be cashed in for disrespect? Is it not registering with her that I sign everyone’s payroll?”

Bruce looked at Tony over his glasses, mumbled an apology on your behalf and turned back to his project.

Tony flipped the mute button off, “Funny, thought I owned the company. Thought I owned a multitude of companies. Remember that, lil'miss girlfriend to Steve and Bucky.”

“Tony,” closing your eyes, you took a moment to gather yourself. The man was exhausting, “Please stop, I didn’t call to fight. I only called to say goodbye to Bruce, and now, it seems to you also.”

“Look, deserter. Bruce agrees you should have some time away,” Tony pointedly looked at him causing Bruce to nod quickly in agreement. “I’ll set you up in a cabin. It’s a nice place. Mountains, woods, big ponds, Bambi bullshit. It’s far enough away from noise and people. Town’s about an hour’s drive, so you’ll get to concentrate on what matters there. I’m sending over the location now, it’ll be stocked when you get there. Get your priorities sorted. Get this out of your system, you had your streak of rebellion. There’s new projects you’re needed on here. Reevaluate what matters and then head back. This is where your home is.”

Tony ended the call without giving you a chance to agree or protest and smirked at Bruce.

“Oh no, no. Don’t do that to her, Tony.” Bruce frantically shook his head causing his glasses to fall further down his nose.

“They’re coming back soon anyways, a reason to head back a few day earlier will be fine. I’m not dealing with them and their fucking destruction anymore. They’re out of fucking control without her. Their missions are the only things keeping my building intact here.”

“Tony, you can’t do that to her- she wanted out. They just need more time. They’ll eventually come to terms with this,” Bruce tasted the lie as soon as it was out.

“She made her bed- sandwiched right in between a jagged tin-can and captain popsicle. They’re her problem to deal with and no time like the present,” Tony scrolled through the screen again. “Besides, you know I’d find you if you ever tried to leave me. That’s one thing I actually get where they’re coming from. You’ve learned your spot is with me. Lil'miss escapee will learn her spot is with them.”

“And if she has to learn it the hard way?”

“Well, that’s between them.”

The noon sun beat down on Steve as the com crackled with an incoming call, “Speak, Stark.”

“How much of a favor do you and Manchurian want to owe me?”...

Aaron patted your knee and called your attention back, “What do you think?”

“Sorry. What?”

“New York. When we get back, you want to start in the lab right away or take a week off?”

“Um,” you shifted in your seat, “I’m not going back, Aaron.”

“…So you’re staying out here for a bit longer but then heading back?” Aaron’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as his eyes darted from the empty road to you when you didn’t answer. “You’re coming back with me, right?”

“No. I spoke to Bruce earlier and said goodbye. I’m taking some time off. I’ll figure out a new place to work later.”

“You’re not serious.”

“It’ll be for the best for-”

“You can’t do that,” he spat acidly.

“What do you mean, I can’t do that?”

“I need to call the wife.” Aaron angled the car over to the side of the road. A pair of unnoticed headlights shut off in the distance as you were too preoccupied with Aaron’s outburst.

“…Can’t you call her back at base?”

“No. I definitely can’t,” he said bitterly as he whirled his body to face yours. “When the hell did you even decide this? How could you keep this from me?”

“I- what. I’m sorry, but what does that matter? I appreciate your help on this project but you don’t need me, Aaron. You’re great, you’ll get picked up for a new contract with Stark. Or, maybe even think about going to a different place like I am-”

“That’s not the fucking point! FUCK! I need my phone.”

“What’s wrong? You’re freaking me out.”

Aaron ignored you while he frantically patted himself down, “Fuck. Gonna be pissed, accuse me of doing this on purpose or some shit. Goddammit, I don’t have my phone. Give me yours.”

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Give me your phone. Now.”

“I left it at base,” you lied and pressed the back of your heel against your purse on the floor.

“Give. Me. Your. Phone.”

“I don’t have it!”

“You’re as selfish as they said. FINE,” Aaron punched the steering wheel and started the car up. “We’re going to the base. I’m calling the fucking wife. Then you and I are going back to the Tower.”

You stared at your friend who literally morphed into a complete stranger right before your eyes. Your heart sped up as he looked at you with contempt.

“I want out,” you reached down to grab your purse, but Aaron took a hold of your thigh and squeezed painfully making you yelp.

“No! You’re fucking staying rig-”

Before he could finish, Aaron’s window was violently smashed in.

The force rocked the car for a moment; glass confetti flying, little shards landing on his lap and chest. Screaming, you pressed your back into the car door as a silver arm flew through the shattered window and delivered a punch into Aaron’s chest.

Bucky. “Oh my god-”

TAP, TAP, TAP.

Your fearful whisper was cut off as you jolted away from the passenger window and the tapping by your ear.

A tear ran down your cheek when you saw Steve lean against your car door, smiling. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Aaron groaned beside you. His face bloodied from the broken glass and Bucky’s metal hand pressured against his sternum.

“Good to see you, baby girl.”

Before your brain could catch up to your fear, Aaron coughed and wheezed in his seat, “I didn’t know. I swear.”

Bucky tsked and pressed his fist into Aaron’s chest harder.

“When did you find out, Aaron?” Steve asked as he moved his hand through your open window and gently caressed your cheek. “Think he’ll lie to us, sweetheart?”

“Just now,” Aaron struggled for a full breath against Bucky’s weighted arm, “I swear.”

“You swear a lot, don’t you Aaron?” Steve tapped your nose. “We heard you swearing at our girl. We didn’t like that very much.”

“Baby girl.” Your eyes cut to Bucky’s as you pressed your back further against the seat. “Is he a liar?” Bucky slightly lifted the pressure off of Aaron’s chest.

Wetting your dry lips, your brain was muddled by the confusion of seeing them here. “Lying, about what?”

Aaron hatefully hissed your name before shouting out, “Goddammit! Fucking tell them I didn’t know you weren’t coming back.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Bucky warned steelily.

Your eyes darted between Steve and Bucky, your mind still whirling, “He didn’t- I didn’t-”

“Tell'em I just found out, you bitch!”

The plates in Bucky’s arm shifted as he knocked Aaron against the seat, “Mind your fucking manners.”

“Is that true, sweetheart? You just told him?”

Before you could answer, Aaron squeezed your thigh, “Tell them!”

You hissed under his grip, Bucky and Steve’s eyes zeroed in on Aaron’s hand covering your thigh.

Before you could yell no, Bucky reached in and grabbed Aaron’s hand off you.

A metal fist over flesh, he squeezed until bones crunched. “Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”

Bucky dropped Aaron’s mangled hand and looked straight at you, “Get out of the car, baby girl.”

The car door creaked open, Steve’s palm rested on the frame with his other extended for you. With shaky fingers, you unbuckled your seat belt and reached for Steve’s offered hand.

“You did this,” Aaron bit out over the pain, “you selfish, bitc-”

Bucky ripped the door open and grabbed Aaron by the back of his neck. In one swift move, Bucky drilled Aaron’s face forward into the steering wheel. You jumped at the sound of the horn blasting as Steve walked you away.

“Careful, sweetheart. Don’t worry, we got you,” Steve pulled you in closer to his side before opening his car’s backdoor.

“Steve, please he has a wife,” you pleaded, your brain now clearer on what was about to happen to Aaron. “He didn’t know I wasn’t coming back until just now. I swear. I only told Bruce and then Tony found out. But- but Aaron didn’t know.”

“Sweetheart,” Steve cupped your face, his touch deceptively tender as he reached behind his back. “There’s no wife. Aaron was calling us, keeping track of our soon-to-be wife. But his hand on your thigh, the way he spoke to you? We can’t allow that. He did this to himself. Get in the car, we have a cabin to get it to.”

The last thing you felt was a pinch on your skin. The last thing you heard was a gunshot.

---

Before you even opened your eyes, you felt the headache knock against your skull. You gingerly rolled over enjoying the feeling of a warm, comfortable bed. But who’s bed? The question shook you, making you sit up with a jeering head rush. Sandwiching your hands to your forehead, you took in your surroundings. Expensive rustic furniture lined a cabin wall, exposed logs and chinking ran the entire room. A vaulted ceiling showcased wooden beams, and a partially open door showed an attached bathroom.

Was this Tony’s cabin? Crawling up to the windowsill above the bed, you peered out to see the rich, green scenery. A thick forest and mountains in the background, if it were under different circumstances you might have enjoyed the mockingly peaceful scenery. But instead, it reminded you of a gaudy oil painting and Tony’s words of Bambi-bullshit. You continued to scan the grounds when you noticed you weren’t on the ground level.

“Glad to see you’re up. Bet you’re thirsty,” Steve casually entered the room, water bottle in hand.

You silently turned around on the bed to watch him.

“Plotting takes a lot out of a person,” he placed the water bottle on the desk and leaned against the mahogany design.

“Want to go over what’s expected of you, or would you like to test this drink first?”

“Is Aaron dead?” You were back to being a pawn on Steve and Bucky’s chessboard, but you risked the question. You knew the answer but you wanted him to confirm it. Pushing your luck further you asked again, “He is dead, Steve?”

“Guess we’ll talk about what’s expected of you first,” he gruffly replied.

“You can’t keep me here, Steve. People will be looking for me, they’ll be looking for Aaron.”

With a smirk, Steve crossed his arms over his chest, “I can and we are, sweetheart. No one’s looking for you.”

His confidence alarmed you. “They will be looking for me, Steve. My stuff’s still at the base.”

“No, baby girl,” Bucky entered the room, setting down your suitcase and a large brown paper bag. “Tony offered a little digital help. If anyone looks, there’s cameras showing you packing up and leaving much earlier. But who’d even look? Not us, you broke up with us. Not anyone at SHIELD, your contract’s fulfilled. Plus, you told Banner you weren’t coming back to the Tower.”

“…No,” the cabin’s walls were closing in on you.

Steve got up and stood with Bucky at the foot of bed, “You should’ve appreciated what you had, sweetheart. You hurt us. If you talked, we would have listened. You can always come to us.”

Your eyes narrowed at Steve’s delusion.

“You say please and thank you, but you’re not really grateful for how good you had it. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You stared past their shoulders, finding a knot on the wooden wall behind them. Afraid a wrong word would set them off further, you didn’t trust your voice with the fear and anger swimming in you.

Steve chuckled, “Well, look who’s giving who the silent treatment now.”

“Look at us, baby girl. I said, look.”

With your lip between your teeth, you slowly made eye contact with Bucky. He grabbed the water bottle off the desk and tossed it by your feet, a soft thump sounded when it landed in the blankets. “Drink it.”

With a scratchy voice, you lied- “I’m not thirsty.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn, can’t wait to bend you over and break you,” Bucky laughed at your discomfort. “What’s wrong? Can’t trust what we give you?”

Steve nodded toward Bucky and the bag before speaking, “It’s simple, sweetheart. You’re staying in here until you can’t take it anymore. The water’s off in the bathroom, so rethink that. You get the water we give, and we’ll see how you react. ”

Beep. Bucky set his watch causing Steve to smirk at your worried expression.

Putting his hands down on the mattress, Steve leaned in, “If you get desperate enough, we’ll help you out- if you ask nice enough.”

“Better ask really fucking nicely, baby girl. Better make my dick fucking blush at how well you beg.”

“Sweetheart.”

Your watery eyes found Steve.

“If you don’t ask nicely, we can’t help.” Steve stood up and crossed his chest again, “And if you continue to be stubborn, but those fingers aren’t doing enough…” Steve trailed off as Bucky opened the brown bag.

Your chest burned with fear when Bucky pulled a gun out of the bag and dropped it down on the mattress. “Maybe you’ll find relief with this, baby girl.”

You would die here. With the tears pooling in your eyes, Steve and Bucky’s figures blurred. Finally, the dam in your throat broke. A sob of spittle and fear ran over your lips. Wiping the tears away, you saw the boys exchange looks.

“Why are you crying, sweetheart?” Steve cooed venomously, large shoulders rolling back. “Aren’t you pleased with our offer to help?”

With a tilt of his head, Bucky twisted your fear further, “Why the tears? Just offering you help to find an ultimate release, baby girl.”

“Y-you’re going to kill me because I left? You’re going to kill me like Aaron?” You’re self-preservation crumbled knowing you were always their thing to play with.

Bucky and Steve looked at each other before bursting out laughing.

“Why are you being so dramatic, baby girl?”

“Sweetheart, what gave you the idea that we’d kill you?”

Your lungs squeezed as you glanced at the weapon. Bucky picked up the gun and began wiping it, “No baby girl. The gun’s mine. This is yours.” Bucky gestured his head to Steve.

On cue, Steve reopened the bag and pulled out an apple pie. “We’re gifting you pie and water. Let’s see how long you hold out until you need to drink or eat.”

“Then we’ll see what happens next, baby girl.”

“Our own little experiment,” Steve connived. “Looking forward you see who’s hypothesis is successful.”

“I was always a fan of science, baby girl.”

You moved to your knees, the mattress soft beneath you, “I don’t want this, please. Just let me go, I’m sorry. Bucky- please. Steve?”

“Listen sweetheart, take your punishment like a good girl and give us some entertainment. It’s the least you can do for us, since we’re protecting a possible murder suspect.”

A vile taste hit the back of your throat again, “Murder suspect?”

“Baby girl.”

Before your mind registered your actions, you caught the gun Bucky tossed you. A drowning sensation hit your body when a misery-filled tsunami crashed against you. Your vision tunneled, your lungs burned- you fell for it.

“Oh baby girl, don’t worry. It’s not loaded, this time. Now, eat your pie and drink your water. We’ll come back to check on you.”

“At some point,” Steve sneered.

“If the urges get to be too much, put the gun between those nice thighs,” Bucky winked at you.

Steve shook his head in amusement, “Bucky…”

“Ah, alright,” Bucky leaned forward and took the gun from you with his left hand. “I’ll let you fuck a different gun, get that barrel nice and clean for me. Sound good, baby girl? But Steve’s right, gotta save this one- fingerprints, leverage. Silly details.” Bucky dropped the gun in the paper bag and tucked it under his arm.

“Why can’t you let me just let me go? You could have anyone else-”

“Sweetheart, we’re getting married. You’re it for us. We’re doing this for you.”

“We’re protecting you. You should be thanking us, baby girl.”

“How are you protecting me?!”

Steve sent Bucky a smile before facing you, “If we’re married, we won’t have to testify against you.”

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Riptide Day 2 / Undertow

September 11, 2021

D-Day.

Kevin, Ivan, Joey, and I were getting a ride from Spencer, who was also taking Narq to the venue, while Robert and Parker got a ride from someone else. Well, at least we didn’t have to walk to the venue. I didn’t pack sunscreen.

At 9am, about half an hour we were supposed to leave, Kevin gets a stomachache.

Me: He just needs to poop. Spencer: The classic.

We end up going to the lobby to wait for Spencer in Narq, which was fine considering we actually didn’t want Spencer, our ride, waiting for us.

Spencer: Okay, Narq’s just using the bathroom rq lol Me: Is he also having tummy problems Spencer: Nah just bein stoner and forgetting to do stuff lol Me: The classic

We go get Chick-fil-A and I’m sitting underneath the dashboard again by Kevin’s feet. I think the employees were very bewildered, as the woman on the other side of the window did a double take. I would, too, if I saw a smaller-than-average person just hiding underneath the dashboard sipping on a cup of Coke.

Some time after I get to the venue during doubles, I end up talking to Jimmy (j u m), when Kevin comes rushing over to me, a panicked look on his face.

Forgot to mention, but Kevin actually couldn’t get all of his poop out before coming to the venue and now it is back with a vengeance.

He tells me that he’s unable to go to any restroom because there were three stalls in the men’s restroom: two were occupied and one was clogged with poop.

He had tried flushing the poop one but it only made it worse. It just clogged more and the water level rose. If he had sat down and insisted on finishing, his balls would be touching the water and that’s a no-no.

He tried asking the front desk for other restrooms, but he was informed it was the only one. He was desperate and you could just see it in his eyes that he was about to break.

Me, using the big, wrinkly brain that I had, told him to use the women’s restroom. He froze, not even realizing that that was an option.

Now before anyone complains, hear me out.

I would rather be in a restroom with a male in the stall next to me, than exit the restroom and see someone standing outside the men’s restroom trying to wait for a stall with a shit stain in his pants. Excuse the vulgarity, but it’s true.

If you’re ever at one of my tournaments and you need to go and no male restroom is unoccupied, for the love of god, please fucking use the women’s restroom. I do not need this mess on my hands and you best believe I’m shoving myself in the men’s restroom if I gotta fucking go expel unicorns and rainbows.

I go to the restroom with Kevin and stand awkardly on my phone to keep watch, because he didn’t want any of the staff members actually seeing him and risk himself getting kicked out of the venue.

That would’ve been extremely unfortunate.

Luckily, nobody else needed to go use the restroom while Kevin was in there and he was able to safely compete his duty (lol).

If anyone is upset at my suggestion, I’m sorry, but I wasn’t about to not provide such a simple solution for Kevin’s emergency.

Anyway, the tournament start shortly after that.

First match I pay attention to is Kevin vs. Wombat. In my head, I think it’s pools so I shouldn’t worry too much. I try to watch Kevin’s sets, but it makes me physically ill sometimes because my anxiety is wracked up like crazy and I just want to throw up. Many have witnessed me walking away and trying to distract myself multiple times at multiple different tournaments.

It’s like that gory horror movie that you can’t keep looking away from.

Besides knowing that I get sick, I figured it would be fine since I actually enjoy trying to support my boyfriend and watch him come out of pools winners’ side. Not meaning any disrespect by Wombat, by the way. He’s great. Just realistic. It’s like how I expect Kevin to lose to Bob.

Kevin loses Game 1.

Ooh my tummy’s doing barrel rolls like the way Twisty did with that pullout bed. I look away but I’m just so distracted by the crowd noises.

I totally get it, though. Obviously, it’s sick that Wombat’s holding his own against Kevin, who is seed 3 of the tournament. I’d be excited, too, if my friend was making an upset on someone else. But Kevin’s my boyfriend, so obviously, I want him to win.

Kevin barely wins Game 2 and I’m like ooooh boy. My tummy’s going to town and I think I gag a little by how sick I feel. Gotta focus on getting Joey his next match. *deep breaths*

When heartswaptv airs the whole tournament, definitely check out the set. It was really good (as far as I can hear, I couldn’t bring myself to watch the rest of it).

Kevin comes over to me after he’s out of pools and I scold him for making me worried.

AND YOU NOW WHAT HE SAYS?

Kevin: Babe, it’s fine - I almost lost to Zeddy at Redacted City and I got 2nd. I’ll be fine. Me: T____T *incoherent whining noises*

Does Kevin thinks he’s fucking cute for saying that or something? I was not amused.

Since I didn’t have to volunteer TO the entirety of the tournament, I bounced around mingling with other people.

At one point, I get a message from Suvir in our group chat about how he, Sosa, and Narq were planning on coming to visit NorCal. Of course, since Narq was already here, I decided to just go up to him and ask.

Me: So I heard you’re coming to NorCal? Narq: I am? Me: That’s what Suvir said. *shows phone* Narq: I guess I’m going to NorCal!

Suvir: Narq doesn’t actually know. Sosa just said he’d take him with him and said Narq would agree to go because he’s Narq. Me: Oh that makes sense why he had no idea what I was talking about.

It wasn’t until around top bracket did things start to pick up. Not too many spoilers, because (1) no spoilers before they upload the vod and (2) I have a terrible memory when it comes to the matches.

I remember holding up Kevin’s phone to stream to our Discord because we had some non-PM player friends who wanted to see and I think Kevin wanted Thomas (ThundeRzReiGN) to give him some advice throughout the tournament. Not actually coach, but to critique his play.

As more and more top players fell, Kevin made it a goal to do his best not to fall into the landmine that was Losers’. So many heavy hitters were large threats to him: Techboy, Malachi, Akimi, Cloudburst...

Not to say that Winners’ side didn’t have their fair share of monsters: Peter, Parker, Kumatora, Twisty, Nogh, Lunchables...

Kevin’s first match in Top 32 was against Bongo, who people sleep on quite a lot. For those of you that don’t know him, he’s a Captain Falcon from NY who actually beat Kevin at Flex Zone 3 in 2018. Kevin had beaten him at Encore, but it wasn’t easy.

Not to mention Falcon is a pain the butt for Mario. Unfortunately, the match was not recorded (as far as I know), and it was a very exciting match from what I heard. I avoided watching it because based on how long it took, I knew it had to have been a Game 5. During that time, two matches have been finished on “stream.”

Kevin had said his match against Bongo was the toughest one he had - not to discredit his other opponents, of course - but according to him, it was the scariest and closest. Also the threat of being put into Losers so early would’ve made the climb to Top 8 a lot harder.

His overall goal was actually to make Top 8. Despite being a third seed and rank 5, what I’ve noticed about Kevin is that he does have doubts about himself quite often. He’s never complacent in his opponents and worries all the time about being upset and I don’t think anyone puts more pressure on him more than himself.

As I watched my friends progress through bracket, all I can think is there’s not much I can do. I don’t understand the game very much, despite my heavy involvement in the scene. In fact, more often than not, I believe I understand the game the least compared to everyone else.

A tangent from the actual tournament itself is coming, but I think I should address why I’m even in this community:

While everyone loves the game, I love the community behind it. I find it worth it to sit/stand in one location for hours at a time because it allows my friends to enjoy the game they love comfortably without worrying how the tournament is progressing. They can focus on their own growth and passion.

I think what I see is completely different. Like I said, I don’t really understand this game - I can’t differentiate uairs, bairs, d-smashes, etc. I compute it in my head, but can’t visualize it. I don’t recognize most combos - in fact, more often than not, I’m sitting there just staring at the screen kind of blankly. Sometimes, it does make me wonder if I really am part of this community because I don’t really understand the game.

I can’t say I particularly care too much about the game, but I understand how much of an impact it’s made on me and for that, I’m very thankful for this game because it’s led me to some great people.

Back to the actual event and less sap. lol. Is anybody still even reading?

For something put together in a mere two weeks, Trin and their team did an amazing job. Three recording set ups, graphics, a pot, a venue... props to them for gathering the scraps and making a whole out of it. And to think we almost didn’t go.

Madeline (Swanner) ended up coming and it was honestly so good to see her. We aren’t particularly close, but she’s someone I’ve come to care for and just want happiness for her.

Major spoiler, but I don’t think anybody who cares about PM/P+ doesn’t know Kevin won the tournament.

Everyone expected a pop-off, but Kevin just sat there, crying.

I don’t think there’s ever been anything that Kevin has been more passionate about. He loves this game; he loves this community. Never did it ever occur to him that he would win.

I wish I could say more, but honestly, him winning stunned me speechless. And if you didn’t know, the first thing he said after was that he had to call his mother.

His mom is one of his biggest supporters and I love her to death. She has such a huge heart and has never, ever frowned upon Kevin’s love for the game, whole-heartedly supporting it.

I hugged Maddy, because I can’t even imagine how heart-breaking it must be for her to see what could have been on the mainstage. I imagined how much it must’ve hurt her because she just loves the game and the community, but to see it constantly be torn down by Nintendo and her unable to do anything... Give Maddy a hug and thank her if you see her. She deserves the world.

We ended up walking home with PNW, Bob, Mar, Bongo, Cameron (LoyaL), Ivan, and a few others, honestly too dark to completely see and name. It was a very nice night.

We did, however, pass by the rundown house that definitely looked like if we were to talk in there, we’d be killed by the axe murderer that lived there.

Kevin also lagged behind a lot because his phone notifications were going off like crazy and I was worried he was going to just get lost in the darkness or get hit by a car. Stop looking at your phone when you cross the street, dammit.

We got back to our hotel room and ordered pizza - it was bad. God-fucking-dammit, Ohio, why do you suck so much? Kind of a shitty dinner to end the day on, but nothing else was open at 2am. FeelsBadMan.

#Super Smash Bros.#Project M #Project Plus #Nintendo #Riptide #Undertow #Fuck Nintendo

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