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scoops-stevie-archive · 1 year

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the "eddie feeds trailer park raccoons" posts made me remember my tags on this post so i cleaned them up and made this ✨

wayne takes him hunting one season and while eddie doesn't particularly enjoy waking up before the sun and bundling himself in camouflage and traffic cone orange on a saturday, he does enjoy a good homecooked meal made with meat you hunted yourself. makes him feel good about what's going into his body (though you'll never hear him pass up burger king, especially if someone else is paying.)

eddie's got himself a hefty prize pile going in the sled they brought, made up of smaller game.

(he's only a little disappointed it isn't deer season.)

wayne's grumpy about it and says eddie's got an advantage because of his age and his eyesight being better. normally, they'd be in the woods from sunup to sundown, but wayne's gotta work the next day, a rare day shift, so they call it quits around three pm. wayne gets his last shot in and he goes to pick the animal up, lamenting the lack of a retriever dog as his knees crack and pop, when he hears a rustling in a nearby tree trunk.

ah shit.

a tiny, furry grey head pops up and wayne doesn't figure it's old enough to fend for itself yet. he motions for eddie with a flick of his fingers and puts them to his lips. he drops the body in the sled as eddie scruffs the raccoon kit and lifts it from the tree so it doesn’t put up a fight and scratch or bite him. they're strapped for cash enough as it is and rabies shots are expensive.

"what do we do with it?" he asks, holding the thing up to eye level. it can't be more than a couple months old, still completely dependent on its mother for survival.

wayne sighs and starts packing their gear. "got a buddy who works at the rehab center. we'll take it there and see if they can do anything."

the drive there, eddie keeps the little thing tucked into his coat. the middle of january still brings cold snaps and snow and the animal is shivering despite its thick winter fur. eddie thinks it's kind of cute.

they were right about the raccoon's age; around three months, wayne's buddy estimates from her weight. she's a female, which delights eddie for a reason he can't explain. after she's got her shots, he tells them that, legally, they need a permit to keep her, but since he and wayne go back a ways, he can let a few things slide.

so they go home and dig out an old cage to keep her in until she stops growling and hissing at them when they get close to her. she lives off a diet of eggs mixed in milk and has to be bottle fed. it's eddie's favorite part of the day because he gets to hold her and he thinks she's getting used to it because she stops trying to squirm out of his arms and doesn't bite him as often.

he calls in a favor to nancy and asks if her mom has any of holly's baby onesies and she is rightfully curious.

"it's for a raccoon."

"....right."

he dresses her up and thankfully, nancy brings diapers (he doesn't ask how awkward that particular shopping trip was) because the baby has started treating the trailer like her bathroom and wayne's already threatened to throw her back out into the woods if he has to clean up another mess. so she walks around the place in her little onesie and diaper like the little trailer park princess she is and everyone knows who she belongs to. max has already claimed the spot for cool aunt.

eddie has to stop himself from buying a secondhand stroller.

unfortunately, eddie's spent the last couple weeks so caught up in the thrill of being a single parent, he forgets that he's not actually single at all.

steve pulls into the trailer park on a cold, cloudy day and before he can even get a foot out the car, he's greeted by a raccoon wearing a pastel pink baby onesie with white lace frills that's clearly meant for a human baby. he blinks down at it, visibly confused, and looks around to see where it came from.

the trailer door opens and his boyfriend is yelling with all the energy of an exasperated parent, hands on his hips and a dish rag thrown over one shoulder, a baby bottle in one hand,

"jezebel munson, you get your furry lil hind end back inside this trailer right now!"

as if the raccoon understood, it toddles toward the porch steps and eddie moves aside to let it pass, pointing inside. "straight to the couch, little missy!"

steve slowly follows behind her and stops at the last step, watching as the animal climbs a jerry rigged set of steps next to the couch.

"eddie. what the hell."

eddie turns to grin down at him, hands still on his hips. "stevie, we're parents now! meet your daughter, jezebel."

steve can only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose before accepting his fate and going inside for father daughter bonding time.

#cj talks #cj writes #eds #eddie munson: trailer park raccoon feeder #eddie munson #steddie #i know nothing about raccoons other than they eat cat food #and are mostly nocturnal (unless they have nursing kits)#i loved writing this so much #jezebel munson #steddie ficlet

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baronessblixen · 7 months

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Prompt: 23. "No, you won't understand, ever."

A different kind of post-episode fic for "The Unnatural": After his and Scully's baseball date, Mulder runs into Diana. (spoiler alert: this is an MSR fic) wc: 1,226

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 21: No Longer Stuck In The Past

He sees her waiting in front of his apartment, leaning against the door, and he stops for a moment, feeling like he’s stepped into the past. Back then, something odd years ago, this exact moment has happened. Except back then, his heart had soared, his lips had twisted into a smile, and her sight was welcome. Today, none of it applies.

“Diana,” he says as a way of greeting. “What are you doing here? It’s late.” He unlocks the door to his apartment and she just walks past him. Her perfume isn’t the same as it was back then, so it doesn’t carry any memories for him. All it makes him think about is Scully. Her softness and her subtlety. The exact opposite of everything Diana is.

“I came to see you, Fox.” She’s smiling and he looks at her, trying to find that part of him that was in love with her. “Were you out playing baseball with some friends?” Her smile is wavering. He knows why she’s asking. And what she really wants to know.

“In a way,” he replies, not wanting to give her what she wants. “What do you want? Is it a case? Did anything happen?”

“No, nothing of the sort. I wanted to see you. I called but… I miss you, Fox.” She’s walking closer to him and he’s rooted to the spot. “You’ve always loved baseball.” She reaches out and touches his jersey. The one that has Scully all over it. Diana blurs in front of him and turns into Scully. Into the moment when they said goodbye. She touched his arm as if unsure if she should let him go. He felt the same. But tonight wasn’t about jumping on trains or breaking into government facilities. Tonight was a new beginning. The start of a new iteration of them. Without saying a single word, they both decided to go home alone. Now he wishes they hadn’t.

“You couldn’t tell me that at work?”

“That’s hardly a conversation for the basement, is it?” She tilts her head, giving him all her best moves.

“You could have called.”

“I told you that I tried. You weren’t picking up.”

“Because I was busy,” he says.

“That’s why I came here.” She’s always been like this. Took whatever she wanted. Even if it meant being pushy. The one time he pushed back, she disappeared into the night without a single word of goodbye. Now she’s standing here, claiming she misses him. She’s the same Diana she was when he was in love with her. But he’s not the same Mulder.

“I’m tired, Diana. I had a long day and I’d like to go to bed.”

“Oh right, you have a bed now. When did that happen?”

“How did you even know I’d come home tonight?” His words hit her unexpectedly, that much is clear. She recoils as if he just hit her.

“Where else would you have gone?”

He laughs. There’s no humor in it whatsoever. “That’s so you. You really think that I- Diana, please leave, okay? Before either of us does something we might regret. We can talk tomorrow. We can meet for a coffee or-”

“Coffee?” She spits the word. “I don’t want to drink coffee and reminisce, Fox.” No, he thinks. That’s not what she wants. She wants to push her way back into his life. Into his pants, and into his mind. He’s never seen so clearly. It’s as if someone has removed a blindfold. Scully, he thinks. It must have been Scully. He thought she was just jealous; that may have played a part. But he sees now what she must have seen in Diana in the beginning. His heart breaks all over again, like it did back then. This time, however, it breaks for what could have been. They could have become friends, allies. It’s not what she wants. At all.

“I was playing baseball, Diana. But I wasn’t with some friends. I was with Scully.” Diana snorts.

“I don’t understand what you see in her.”

“No,” he says, a half-laugh slipping from his mouth. “You won’t understand, ever.”

“She doesn’t get you, Fox. I see the way she undermines you.” Diana is pleading with him. She must know that what she’s saying is far from the truth. But she doesn’t give up. They have that in common.

“You don’t know her at all. Or me, for that matter. You did – once. When I was younger. I’m no longer the same man.”

“Clearly,” she says, derision in her voice. “You’d pick her. After everything we’ve been through?” She takes a step toward him and he lets her. “After everything we’ve done?” Her hand is on his chest and she looks up at him, her eyes begging.

He thinks of nights when they sat here together, talking about the X-Files. Nights where they were wrapped up in each other. Nights full of passion. They’re a part of him, but they’re in the past. And for once, he has no desire to revisit it. He touches her hand and sees hope bloom in her eyes. But he removes it from his chest, holding it a moment longer.

“I’m grateful for what we had, Diana. And I’d like to be friends. That’s all we’re going to be, though.”

“Friends.” There’s hurt in her expression and her whole demeanor. She thought she had him. She thought she could convince him. Mulder knows her. He can read her all too well. He doesn’t know why he was so blind before. Maybe he didn’t want to see. He closed his eyes and turned away, refusing to face the truth.

“You’re choosing her?” To him, it’s not a choice, but he knows Diana wants an answer so he nods. “You’re not even together,” she says lamely, making Mulder chuckle in spite of the situation.

“My relationship with Scully is not your business, Diana.”

“You really have changed,” she says, picking up her purse. The pain of rejection is still evident, but he thinks there’s admiration in her voice, too. “Well, I’ll be going then. You know where to find me if you do change your mind. You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

He remains quiet, biting his lip. He does know what he’s letting go. And he’s ready. His arms tingle with the memory of holding Scully. Her soft form pressed against him. The trust she put in him to help her hit each ball that was flung at them. Her laughter. The sweetest sound he’s ever heard. And he wants to hear it again. And again, and again.

“You’re not even listening, are you?” Diana says. “I’ll see you at work then.”

“Goodbye, Diana,” he says and she just throws him a look, not saying another word. He doesn’t wait until her steps recede outside and grabs the phone. He dials her number by heart and she picks up after just a few rings.

"It's me," he says, smiling and wishing he could see her.

“Mulder?” she asks, perplexed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay, Scully. I was just missing you.”

“You saw me an hour ago.”

“I know.” He grins. The memory of Diana’s visit is fading already. “But it was a long hour. A very long hour.” On the other end of the line, Scully laughs.

#fictober23 #okay this is my new favorite #i loved writing this SO much #i hope you guys like it too <3 #just cause i like it so much #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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entomolog-t · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Special- Conversation Hearts

Happy Valentine's Day! As a treat here's a not-currently-canon-but-maybe-future-canon short for INSTAЯ as a part of the G/t Valentine's Prompt List.

Bram find's a new way to get his messages across.

Word count: 759

(Bonus there is some that will accompany this short- I'd just like to get a little farther on GtWAC and my comissions before taking the time to finish)

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“I know you washed your hands but there is something deeply wrong about that.”

Bram pulls back his hand from the batter with a glare, chirping incomprehensible words, yet the cadence made it clear he was mocking me by mimicking my chiding. Below us, Honey whines, desperate for her share of Bram’s stolen batter.

I return his glare, though I can't help but chuckle at his disdain as I shoo him away from the bowl. His eyes narrow as he chitters some sort of grievance at me, Honey’s pleas going unanswered as he makes quick work of the batter coating his claws.

The sight sends a chill down my spine.

Was that a tongue? I shudder, not wanting to think too long about the logistics of how his nightmarish mouth worked. I turn my focus away from what I'd come to recognize as his muttering and back to the task at hand, whisking in the pistachio cream and cardamom extract, the batter taking on an almost cozy scent. One by one, I fill the cupcake papers, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips at the thought of how nice the house would smell as they baked. The soft music playing nearly hid the sounds of his talons as they clicked across the countertop- thankfully, away from the batter.

It felt … good.

Normal even. Just to be able to ease into something familiar again, if only for a moment.

For just that singular moment, I could get lost in a fantasy where there wasn’t a tiny abomination trying to sneak a taste at the cupcake batter… A fantasy where Bram was… Bram and we were just a normal pair of people spending time together.

My relief didn’t last long, as the unmistakable sound of a plastic bag rustling broke through the cozy ambience.

I frown.

He’d, quite literally, gotten into the Conversation Hearts Clyde had dropped off that I’d been planning on using as toppers for the cupcakes.

“You overgrown cockroach,” I scold, though the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips dulls any edge the insult carries, “You act like I don’t feed you.”

The bag chirps with what I can only assume is some snide retort thrown my way. I sigh, smile still tugging at my lips as I move the tray to the oven. Had he always had such a sweet tooth, or was this something to do with -

A sort of whistling chirp abruptly pulls me away from my thoughts. I turn my attention to Bram- a conversation heart in his main set of arms. As I’m about to make a comment about his digustingly sweet choice of snack, he holds the heart out towards me and I feel my own freeze in my chest.

Oh.

I stare at him for a moment. What could have only been a second seeming to stretch far longer than reality should permit.

There was a dreadful feeling of both being caught off guard and knowing exactly where this was going- my brain rattling off various little sayings printed on those hearts.

Be mine

You’re cute

Love you

I felt heat rise to my face.

Kiss me

I swallow. I could only hope that my face didn’t show a fraction of the panic running full tilt through my mind. I mean, of course we’d grown to like each other's company- it’s not like there were any other options out here. All that time together… we’d grown closer but- How was I supposed to respond to this? If anything the majority of our time spent together was spent annoying one another- sure it had been teasing… but certainly not that kind of teasing! I chew on my lip, a strange feeling of dread brewing in my chest- would I break his heart?

Though another question seemed to itch the at the back of my mind,

Did I have to?

My heart thrums loudly in my ears, each beat feeling all too much like gunfire. I reach my hand out towards him, and he hands me the candy heart, his tail swishing behind him in anticipation.

I grit my teeth, mind reeling over just what I was supposed to say.

He chitters, and my brow knits together as I recognize the noise. Not nerves... The broken half chirps had become a familiar sound- laughter. As I read the tiny red text, the weight vanishes from my shoulders, a feeling of genuine relief accompanying the all too familiar sting of irritation. Irritation for both Bram and Clyde.

YOU SUCK

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itslikeaspaceship · 1 year

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@sarahspancakes lil headcanon.

5 times Ellie sneaks a cat into the house and the one time Joel lets her:

The first time she tried to sneak home a cat was on her way home from school.

It was the dead of winter and a big, I mean big, cat was curled up next to the school doors, tail swishing back and forth as it locked eyes with Ellie. Her face lit up as she struggled to pick up the calico, grunting at the weight of the animal.

“Holy shit.” She whispered, “what the hell did you eat?” She held the thing beneath her arm, the animal meowing every five seconds. Ellie kept apologizing, trying to readjust the cat in her hold. But the thing was to heavy to simply just carry.

“God you’re like Joel’s rifle or something. Did he get you pregnant to?” She giggled at herself as she rounded the corner for home, already thinking of how she was gonna plead her case to Joel. But it only took five steps inside the house, a single mewl, and an exasperated Joel, to make Ellie understand that this was not happening.

“But Joel-”

“Absolutely not Ellie. Now go put that thing back where you found it before it eats you to.” She whined, stomping back outside the house.

“Stupid Joel.”

Attempt number two she swore she was being sneaky. She’d been at the stables, enjoying her time with Shimmer, when an orange cat came waltzing up into the stall, rubbing itself against Ellie’s legs.

“Well hi there.” She whispered, scratching the cat behind its ears. “I’ve never seen you before.” The cat meowed right on time, making Ellie grin as she bent over to pick up the tabby. “I’m taking you home with me.”

She shuffled outside of the stall, ripping open her backpack and shoving the thrashing cat in there. “It’s just for a little bit okay, until I can get you to my room.” She gave the cat a kiss, leaving a small hole for it to breathe from.

The entire walk home she couldn’t help but grin. Joel would never catch her this time. She pounded up the steps, stopping when she noticed Joel’s sleeping figure on the rocking chair. “Oh shit.” She whispered, trying to make her footsteps quieter. She got to the door thinking she was in the clear, until Joel’s voice rang in her ears.

“Ellie, put the cat back outside.”

“Uh what cat.”

He sighed, and she felt a hand grab her back pack strap. “The one in here.”

She groaned, spinning on her heels. “But Joooeeeelllll.”

“No this is not up for discussion. Get rid of the thing, we don’t need another mouth to feed.”

“Dammit.”

Attempt three and four were at the same time. Fat cat from the school had actually been pregnant and given birth to kittens. And Ellie waited weeks for them to be ready before sneaking off with two little black ones. They were much quieter then the two she’d tried before and she could easily fit them into her pocket. Joel would never notice.

And she was right, for about a week. She’d kept them fed with little pieces of meat, small enough that Joel would never notice, and made sure they had plenty to drink. They stayed hidden away in her room and she took them outside every morning before he woke up and every night after he went to sleep. She was doing good.

Until she wasn’t. It was a rainy day, a good day for naps. And Joel was supposed to be out on patrol with Tommy all day, so she figured, one nap on the couch couldn’t hurt. Grabbing the kittens, who she named Bill and Frank, she cuddled up in the corner, pulling them to her chest and wrapping a blanket around all of them.

She’d wake up before Joel got home, she was sure of it.

But boy was she wrong, Joel came waltzing in, stopping in his tracks when he saw three people snuggled on his couch instead of just one.

“Ellie.” He sighed, walking up to her. When he woke her up, telling her she had to put them back, she thought he was just being mean. And this time she actually got upset.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just have them Joel. They’re not doing anything. Please.”

“I’m sorry baby, we can’t. They don’t belong to us.”

But what she didn’t know, was that he really didn’t want to make her get rid of these ones. Because he’d known the entire time she’d had them, and instead of putting them back, he’d spent the whole week arguing with the mom of their mom to just let them keep the kittens.

But the lady was old, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance. So he promised he’d bring them back.

“I’m sorry Ellie.” He said again.

He hated seeing her this upset, I mean, Ellie actually cried. And he apologized profusely, trying to make her understand it was not his fault. But she didn’t believe him and stomped away to her room. Ignoring his apologies.

Ellie didn’t ask again after that, didn’t even try. She was tired of liking cats and getting hurt because fucking Joel didn’t want them. She was convinced she’d be alone forever, mumbling to herself about it one day after school.

“You don’t want me to have a cat, then fine I won’t get one.” She mused out loud, laying her back pack and shoes all along the front walkway.

She made her way to the kitchen, her mind on a one way track for snacks. But a small furry little thing sitting on the table caught her eye.

“Surprise.” Joel said, walking in from his hiding place on the stairs.

“Joel what the hell is this?” She whispered, going to pick up the little orange kitty. It had a red bow on its neck and everything.

“Turns out that orange tabby you brought home was a dad.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, was down at the stables earlier and saw him going after this little guy, cause you know the whole dad cats eat-” He stopped when he saw the look of utter horror on Ellie’s face. “Anyway, grabbed him for ya. Figured you could use the company.”

Her face was frozen for a moment as she just stared at the kitten, trying to decide if it was real or not.

“We can just take him back if you don’t like him I mean-” But she’d already sat the kitten down and rammed herself into his stomach, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

He smiled to himself, laying a kiss on her forehead. “You’re welcome baby girl.” She pulled away, grabbing the little kitten and bringing it up to show Joel.

He pushed the cat away from his face, giving Ellie a death stare. “Please stop doing that.”

She just giggled as the cat started pawing at his nose. “What should we name him?”

Joel looked down, poking the cats belly. “Her, what should we name her?”

“Oh neat, it’s a girl.”

Joel smiled at that, staring at Ellie with a wide grin on his face. “You thinking what I’m thinking.”

“Sally.” She whispered, leaning her head onto his arm.

“Sally fuckin ride.” They said at the same time.

And Joel felt as if now, his family was complete.

#Tehe #ellie williams #joel and ellie #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #I loved writing this so much #and will I most likely be putting Sally in other headcanons #why yes #yes I will

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cherripieee · 10 months

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Dangerous Territory

pairing: Mindy Meeks-Martin x fem!reader (slight Mindy x Anika)

summary: You and Mindy were such close friends, that was until a girl came along and things slowly drifted apart between the two of you. But, one day, you hear a certain song playing from her room...

word count: 2.2k

warnings: SMUT, cheating, slight scream 5 and 6 spoilers, oral sex (Mindy receiving), fingering, no aftercare at all, praise, swearing, mentions of sexual tension/chemistry, the ending lowkey kinda abrupt im sorry lol

‘You look so pretty and I love this view’

It’s that damn song again. The one that your roommate can’t stop playing and it’s getting annoying. You’re probably wondering, what’s so annoying about it? ‘we fell in love in october’ is a good song, it's actually one of your favorites. But there’s an issue.

You moved onto campus last year and you’re a junior in college who is majoring in dance. It’s the best thing in the world to you and it’s definitely what you want to do for the rest of your life. Everything was going great; you had a girlfriend, the routine you had choreographed was gonna be showcased in front of the whole university AND a few famous choreographers…

But then she had to come along. Mindy Meeks Martin.

Of course, you didn’t mind the fact that she had moved into your apartment! Plus, you needed a roommate after that nasty break up you had with your ex, who shall NOT be named. You found a pair of panties that weren't yours, and one thing led to another.

Obviously Mindy didn’t cause your break up, she was just an innocent bystander. Hell, you barely knew her. But it all started once your ex moved out of your apartment and Mindy moved in. She was constantly giving you weird looks and stares as if she was suspicious of you.

At first, there was nothing wrong with it. You knew about what happened in Woodsboro and you felt bad so you thought nothing of her odd behavior. Being almost brutally murdered isn’t something you get over quickly.

She started to warm up to you.

It took a while, but she definitely did.

It was roughly three in the morning when she came back into the apartment, coming back from a late night hangout with Tara and Chad. She honestly thought you were asleep, she knew it was a weekend but you were always busy. In fact, Mindy was impressed by how efficient and clean you were.

She walked by your room and stopped dead in her tracks when she heard what you were watching. As a big horror movie geek, she knew every movie line by heart and if she didn’t, she’d learn the whole script in the next week.

You were watching ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’, a classic.

“I never took you for a horror movie fan, roomie.” She said, leaning against your door frame as she watched you turn around.

“Well, roomie, you never hang out with me so I doubt you know anything about me.” you retorted quickly.

Mindy took that as a challenge. Ever since that night, she swore to herself that she would learn anything and everything about you. She would hang out with you more, A LOT MORE.

She’d always ask about the things you liked and secretly keep mental notes in her head about every single thing.

Mindy Meeks Martin was falling for you.

Your personality was magnetic, almost identical to Mindy’s. Both of you called people out on their bullshit, spoke your minds, loved horror movies and were two geeks at heart.

Things were going great between you two, that was until Mindy met someone.

That someone was Anika Kayoko.

They had met in Blackmore’s student library, Mindy making the first move. She noticed her having trouble getting a book off of a high shelf and Mindy rushed over to help out, mind you she almost couldn’t reach the book herself. But she did! Soon after that, they had made plans to go out that night.

The two of you were supposed to hang that night.

You and Mindy had a disagreement on a movie and decided to put it to the test and watch it together, to see who was right. But once Mindy told you that she had a date, everything was different.

You were starting to like Mindy.

But you didn’t want to seem clingy, so you wished her a good time and watched the movie on your own. She stayed out almost all night, laughing and talking with Anika.

It went on for days.

Mindy would ditch you for Anika time after time with the same old apology:

“Hey, I gotta run! Sorry, we can finish it next time I promise!”

Days…

Weeks…

Months…

And now, you’re stuck in your room listening to the music blast in her own room.

‘We fell in love in October’

That’s your song. That’s the song that you showed to Mindy and she instantly loved it.

That’s the song that played when you caught Mindy and Anika making out in the living room.

You didn’t know why you were shocked, really. All of the signs pointed to Mindy seeing someone; staying out late, making up excuses. You guys weren’t even together, just REALLY close friends.

‘That’s why, I love fall’

In a blurred rage you’re banging your fist on her door after texting her MULTIPLE times to turn the damn music down.

“Mindy!” You yelled, your voice cracking a bit. You had been yelling at her for the past few minutes and your voice was getting tired. “MINDY!”

At this point you’re about to barge into her room and cuss her out for ignoring you AND blasting music louder than it needed to be. You would play music in your own room but you knew your limits.

The music stops.

You hear loud footsteps approaching the door, it sounds like she’s stomping. …is she angry?

The door flies open and you’re surprised that it didn’t smack Mindy square in the face. She’s pissed. You know Mindy way too well not to notice the signs. Her brows are furrowed, her eyes are more glassy than usual, her lips are pressed in a firm line and she’s breathing heavily.

“...what crawled up your ass?” you jokingly asked, trying to lighten the mood. Usually you’d get a dry snicker from Mindy whenever a situation like this occurred, but that same look stayed on her face.

She’s looking you up and down, her eyes are like fire as she checks out your body. Her jaw ticks as her eyes meet yours once again and she rolls her eyes.

“Anika blew me off for some other girl.”

You knew the feeling.

You’re a good friend so you don’t bother to point that out, instead you pull Mindy into a hug. Her hands are on you in an instant, hugging the curve of your back tightly as she buries her head into your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, roomie…”

Those are the only words you can let leave your mouth. You don’t want to make this worse by putting yourself into Mindy’s mess, so you stay quiet and hold her like a good friend should. You rubbed her back soothingly as her breathing slowly calmed down, becoming normal.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Mindy?”

She looks up at you with a new look in her eye. That same fire from before has brightened even more, but not with anger.

With want.

With desire.

With lust.

Mindy lets go of you, stepping back into her room and watching you with hooded eyes. The red lights illuminating her glassy eyes, making them look red and hot as they bore into your own eyes.

“Wanna do something you’ll regret?”

“Fuck, you’re so good at this…”

This was definitely NOT what you expected.

Her back is pressed up against the mattress and you’re sending feather-like kisses down her stomach, slowly reaching dangerous territory.

You want to stop, you really do. This isn’t fair to Anika and you’re helping Mindy cheat on her, techincally. Anika cheated first, but you didn’t even know the full story. All you knew is that Mindy wanted you and you couldn’t tell if she was using this to get back at Anika or if she simply wanted to fuck you.

“This is so wrong…” Your words vibrate against her warm body and all she does is moan in response.

“Should I stop?” That question slips out just as you reach her thighs, and you can smell her. She smells amazing and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But, this whole situation was wrong.

“If you stop, I’ll simply just keep going.”

You immeadiately retaliated, scooting back as Mindy slowly pulled down her panties. She’s dripping wet just from the thought of you in between her legs, she’s thought of that many MANY times before.

You look up as she swirls her index finger in her mouth, sucking on it and keeping eye contact with you the entire time. Behind those glassy eyes was pure lust and desire for you.

Slowly, she trails her finger down her stomach and that leaves a glistening trail of her own spit. It shines red due to the led lights and a moan slips out of your mouth once she starts to circle her clit with her fingertip.

“I’ve thought about this, y’know.”

Her words catch you off guard as you tear your eyes away from the beautiful sight to look her in the eye.

“Thought about what?”

“I touched myself just like this, roomie. Thinkin’ of you and how sexy you are…”

She puts an empathis on the word ‘this’ and moves her finger down to her dripping cunt. She plunges it inside of her, swirling and curling it inside of her.

“Fuck, Mindy…”

You don’t want to stop, but you know deep down in your heart that this is truly wrong. You fucking despised Anika and Mindy’s relationship and you wanted Mindy to yourself, but why were you acting this way?

“Come on, roomie, help me out…”

Her eyes are fixated on your blushing face, and you’re suddenly glad that the led lights are red because so are your cheeks.

After a long sigh, you carefully took out her finger from her entrance. It’s dripping with her arousal and you can’t help but let out a low groan. You suck and lap at her finger greedily, taking every last bit of liquid you can.

“You taste so good, Mind. Just like I imagined…”

You’re in between Mindy’s legs as they rest on your shoulders, shaking uncontrollably as you dive into her wet cunt. The slow strokes of your tongue is making her go completely wild as she howls out curse words and tugging at your hair, surprisingly not ripping it out by now.

You lap at her greedily and grip her thighs, stopping them from shaking so much so you can focus.

She’s so fucking wet and her juices are dripping down from your chin as you continued to eat her out like it was your last meal.

“So good…” Mindy whispers as she lolls her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Your nose is pushing up against her clit at the most perfect angle, and she rides against your nose and starts to chase her own pleasure. She lets out little ‘shits’ and groans as her stomach starts to rise and fall even faster.

She’s close.

The fact that she’s using you to get off is making you horny as hell, but this was about Mindy.

Mindy was the one who had pulled you into her room in the first place, covering you in heated kisses and complaining to you about Anika. You can briefly hear her talk about her while you’re in between her thighs.

“She’s so weird for that– fuck, right there! How're you gonna cheat on me and try to deny it?! Ah, go a little bit faster…”

You’re not even bothered with her little rants as you bury yourself in her cunt, lapping at her soaked folds.

She goes on and on about Anika…

..until she stops.

Letting out the loudest cry, so loud you’re certain that the whole university had heard it, she clenches around your tongue and pushes your head into her.

“Ohmyfucking– Shit, shit, shit!”

Her whole body stills as she lets out one final moan that’s followed by quieter ones and heavy breathing.

…you just fucked your roommate and gave her an ear shattering orgasm.

You sit in between your legs, catching your own breath. That was one of the most hottest and intense things you had done in your life.

“Wow, Mindy, I-”

She sits up, her eyes now filled with guilt and regret.

“You should leave.” She doesn’t even look at you as she says it, instead looking to the side of the room and curling her knees up against her chest.

“Really?!” You’re fucking pissed! She was the one who convinced you to do this, this was her idea! It’s not YOUR fault that Anika dumped her for another gi-

“Yes, really. This was a HUGE mistake, and I shouldn’t have let you in!”

“But guess what, Mindy? You DID!”

She doesn’t bother to look at you, even after everything the two of you had done.

“Just…go.”

With that, you stand back up on your own two feet and head for the door. Casting one last glance at Mindy…

You swore you could see a tear rolling down her cheek as she buried her face into a pillow.

You stomp angrily to your room, slamming it loud enough for Mindy to hear.

There’s only one thing you want to do right now.

You grab your headphones and press a few buttons on your phone before music blasts in your ears and you’re lying face down on your bed.

‘You look so pretty and I love this view’

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clownboymcchucklefuck · 3 months

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🥀Wilted Roses🥀

I had a writing assignment in class and long story short, I wanted to write Zachary so here you go 🖤

Pairing: Zachary x MC

Tw: death, feelings of grief, Zachary being Zachary?

Zachary was silent and lost in thought as he walked down the dimly lit sidewalk. It had now been 8 years, 5 months, 27 days and 13 minutes since he had lost you. Just the thought of it made his hand clench tightly around the bouquet in his hands. How could you have just left him? He thought about it every day, every minute, every second.

He could still hear the tires on the car screeching as he swerved to try and avoid the other car, he could still feel your lifeless body in his arms after he had crawled out of the wreckage and dragged you out. He could still taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth from his injuries. He didn’t acknowledge the paramedics when they asked him questions and tried to check him for injuries. All he could do was stare down at you lying lifeless and bloody in his arms. He didn’t care if his favorite shirt was covered in your blood as he held your body tightly to his chest. His hand had stayed intertwined with your limp one, his thumb rubbing over the matching ring you wore on your ring finger. That day was supposed to be yours and his honeymoon. He could still feel the screams and sob that came out of his throat when your body was ripped away from him by the paramedics.

He had made sure to give you the most extravagant funeral money could buy. Anything for you. He has barely left the house ever since that day. Why would he? You were the only one he had ever loved. The light in his darkness. His muse, his life, his universe, his everything. The only people he talked to were his parents but even then he was becoming withdrawn from them like he had with everything else in life.

How could anybody expect him to get better? He would never be able to see you smile, your tears, how cute you looked when mad. His gallery was the only thing that had held him together for so long.

He had made sure to kill that drunk bastard long ago. He made sure to make it slow and painful, making them feel every bit of pain Zachary felt when they took you away from him.

Zachary’s thoughts were interrupted when he realized he had finally reached his destination. He knew the place by heart now as he quickly walked and weaved through the different tombstones until he finally got to the one that was covered in roses from where he brought a new bouquet every time he visited. It had to have been one of the most beautiful tombstones in the graveyard with how much money he had spent on it along with making sure the graveyard workers kept it clean and looking new.

Zachary let out a heavy sigh before speaking quietly, even if it was nighttime and nobody was around he didn’t want this moment with his love to be interrupted. “I’m back again love, how are you?” He spoke softly into the night. No response, like always but he didn’t care. Zachary bent down and placed the bouquet of roses that he had been carrying onto the front of the tombstone. Zachary just stared blankly at the tombstone afterwards, the place beside it he had already gotten ready, with his name already on there in beautiful font. He was just waiting for the day he got to join his lover and rest beside them now. And that’s what he had been doing for the past 8 years. Maybe then in the afterlife he’ll be able to hold you again, kiss you, whisper the sweet soft words and keep up with those promises he made the night before your wedding. Maybe you two could have a second wedding, even more extravagant then the ones you both had when alive if that was even possible. Zachary couldn’t help but smile at the thought as a tear dripped down his cheek from his bright blue eyes.

Zachary’s thoughts were interrupted once again by a sudden sound in the nearby woods. Someone else was here. Zachary stayed quiet as his eyes scanned along the edge of the woods when he heard a deep chirring noise. Whatever it was, it wasn’t human. Zachary had the thought of running but he looked down at the tombstone and stayed still. Perhaps this was the moment he would finally join his spouse again and see their smile. He hadn’t expected it to be this early but he would take it. As the chirring sounds got louder, Zachary’s breath got heavier. He was thinking about his parents' reaction to finding out about their son's death right over his beloved souse’s grave. Maybe he should have given them a call before visiting again. Maybe Zachary should have been a bit nicer to the shy gentleman that dropped off a package at his house today.

The few streetlights at the front of the cemetery flickered as the chirring got even louder and Zachary could barely make something tall moving out of the front of the woods in the dark. “I’ll see you….very soon…my love.” Zachary whispered softly and shakily as he looked down at your tombstone beneath his feet. He heard the thing suddenly starting to move very quickly towards him and closed his eyes, ready to finally see you again.

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Zachary belongs to @clrdgaze.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated! ♡

Word count: 908 words.

#I loved writing this so much #MY FRIEND GOT MAD AT ME BECAUSE SHE ALMOST STARTED CRYING WHILE I WAS LETTING HER READ IT #But eh #I dont really know what else to put in the tags so I hope you enjoyed ♡#yandere vn #yandere visual novel #yandere #male yandere #visual novel #coloredgaze #yandere male #clrdgazevn #colored gaze #coloredgazevn #coloredgazezachary

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monimolimnion · 6 months

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riding double [sibling zine; fran & miles]

LEFTOVERS ARE STILL OPEN BTW 💛💙 you can pick them up on the bigcartel (including digital copies!!)

name: riding double fandom: Ace Attorney | Gyakuten Saiban relationship: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth wordcount/chapters: 1/1, 2.5k additional tags: in which franziska has a mild meltdown, and her brother is there and they're both riding horses, we've all been there, im inventing a new genre called psychoanalysis via horsies

summary:

And isn’t that fitting. The frame of Miles Edgeworth’s shoulders, just ahead of her, but out of reach. Once, he would have let her goad him. Once, she knew exactly how to worm her barbed little words into every crevice, and he would let her, because he loved her. No matter if she calls him little or not, no matter how hard she works, no matter her personal insistence that she is the superior sibling in every respect and he should learn from her… she will never catch up to him, because he will always be older than she is. It is an unfairness so cosmic she feels it like a neverending avalanche, timeless agony she shares with every other little sister that has ever been and ever will be. She will never reach him. Not as an equal. When her feet slot into the shapes his leave behind, he will always be one more step ahead of her.

Franziska and Miles go for a trail ride in the mountains.

Read it now on Ao3!

#i loved writing this so much #what a good zine. everyone worked so hard and it came out so gorgeous #ace attorney #franziska von karma #miles edgeworth #momo writes

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r3dships · 4 months

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2 5 n 15 for the gush thingy :3c

HELLO!! :3c

I'm gonna use this one to gush about Noir because AUUGH /pos

2. Gush about your F/O's voice! GLADLY oh my god . .. UGH Pete's voice is just aauaa so sexy,, 😩 He could literally say the stupidest things and I'll just look at him with hearts in my eyes because his voice is just So good and deep and silky,,, when I found out he's around my age I was like ?!??! but like. I'm not complaining!! I'd actually listen to audiobooks if they were read by him.

5. Gush about the little things your F/O does when they're thinking really hard about something! HE FIDGETS. SO MUCH. He taps his fingers, he plays with the lapels of his coat and if his mask is off I notice he kinda purses his lips and zones out,,, makes me wanna kiss him on the spot I'm not gonna lie,,, but I Don't because that would make him lose focus and that's rude!!

15. Gush about your F/O's love language! PHYSICAL TOUCH. Noir loves any kind of touching as long as he knows I'm there with him,, his favourite is wrapping his arm around my shoulders and holding me close to his side. which. tbh usually ends up in me falling asleep since he's always so warm. Probably because of all the leather.

#i loved writing this so much #♡ my posts #♡ ask games #♡ asks #♡ mutual: kat #🕷️🔎 colourblind climber

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lyconite · 1 year

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To Tempt Sin

Pairing: Dean/Crowley Wordcount: 1816 Tags: Unresolved sexual tension, male friendship, pre-slash, alcohol Summary:

There he was at the bar, his long limbs somehow managing to look languid and inviting despite the rickety old stool he sat on, his dark hair its usual tousled perfection, whiskey in hand there one second, gone the next. The one, the only, Dean Winchester. Intimidating, infuriating, unstoppable force of nature Dean Winchester. Crowley's best friend.

READ THE FULL FIC

#dean/crowley #supernatural #fanfiction #spn fanfic #dean winchester #crowley #slash #comments make my week #the best pairing I stg #I loved writing this so much #fanfic

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thereaderinsertlady · 2 years

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Geno, who was previously in his doll-like body, learns To Be Human.

#geno smrpg #reader insert #geno x reader #😳#very spicy for second chapter lol #commission #i loved writing this so much #Geno from smrpg is sooo underrated when it comes to reading content 😫#especially reader insert content

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daydreamorama · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei, 盗墓笔记2之云顶天宫 | The Lost Tomb 2: Heavenly Palace on the Clouds (TV 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wang Pangzi/Zhang Qiling, Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling, Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie Characters: Zhang Qiling, Wang Pangzi, Wu Xie (DMBJ Series) Additional Tags: Wingfic, Complicated Relationships, Wing Grooming, Aromantic Wu Xie (DMBJ Series), Aromantic, Established Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie, (it's complicated), Overuse of italics, Hugging as Bondage, POV Zhang Qiling Summary:

“Hey Xiaoge! Your wings are dirty, let me help with them,” Pangzi said, and Xiaoge turned around to stare at him.

Xiaoge was pretty sure that Pangzi and Wu Xie were together. He had seen them grooming often enough. He always made sure to look away when it happened near him, but they were so shameless about it! They didn’t seem to care that they weren’t in private. Ever. And now this! Pangzi asked to groom Xiaoge. And Wu Xie was RIGHT THERE.

#my fic #small/medium exchange #dmbj #Wang Pangzi #Wu Xie #Zhang Qiling #i loved writing this so much #was a treat #in which author realizes she is now the 'massage' author #was probably downhill since I named a wip the massage fic

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sinvulkt · 1 year

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Angspril: 13. RECOVERY - zombie au, post-antidote

@whumpril - 13. "I think I need to sit down."

The taste of human meat lingered on my tongue, its flavor ever present, insistent. The flavor stubbornly stayed in my mouth no matter how many times I washed it. The smell of burned skin smoked down my throat, even though the early morning air was clear. Ranked pieces of meat stayed stuck between my teeth and hooks, crisping everytime I moved them. My fingers twitched, remembering the sensation of tearing flesh apart. The satisfaction of it.

More than once, Pat, Aheka or Rema stopped my hands as I plucked strange feathers from my wings. It was still early enough that they were asleep, and I was free to do as I pleased, I mused as I played with a bright red covert. The skin barely itched where the root had been violently ripped out.

They told me it was fine, that the flashy colors now growing in my fluff were pretty; but all I could see was what the mutation told the world around me. In the wild, flashy colors meant poisonous. To be observed, admired even, but never touched.

(I missed my old twilight colors)

They say recovery is a long, arduous road. I could see my Flock (were they still?) struggling with their own flaws, their own scars. I could smell their panic, their determination to move beyond it.

(It made my heart race in hunger.)

I didn’t believe in recovery. Old wounds did not fade so easily and disappear. They did not magically let place to smooth skin. No, old wounds festered and rotted. They molded flesh into twisted shapes, until their history was forever carved onto their bearer’s skin.

The virus had left my genes. It had been purified from my midichlorians. Yet I could sense the traces it had left on every cell of my body. It had left an insatiable hunger, that no filled stomach could quell. It had left a predator instinct, that whispered in my ears that every living being should disappear. It had left an overwhelming need to feel the Force, the way a plant needs sunlight to survive. It had left a deep void in my mind, that longed for the cacophony brought by thousands of undead hooked on the same network. It had left me uncaring for my injuries, certain that they would all fade and heal.

(But they didn’t. Not anymore.)

I didn’t know if other ex-undead felt the same. I hadn’t dared to ask.

(Did they remember as much as I did? Had everything only been the virus controlling me, or had I always been a monster?)

I was alive, but I felt dead.

#I loved writing this so much #Whumpy whump~#angstpril2023 #fanfiction #starwars #day13 #recovery #whumpril2023 #whumprilday13 #the amazing adventures of excentrics jedi #taaoej #sinvulkt fics #star wars fanfiction

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pattysplaceofplaces · 2 years

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Hello, I have awaken from my grave ⚰ And I wanna request something cause it's been a while! Would you mind writing about how Tigress/Sheena would interact with her baby if she has one? Thought it'd be cute and ligthearted and wanted to request something fun.

- 💖🔫

Compromise

[Author’s Note: Hell yeah I get to write about Sheena!! Also welcome back!]

Sheena after VILE

“No need to worry hon, me and the little one are going to have a great time!” Sheena kissed your cheek and pat your shoulder before pulling away. “Call me if you need anything.”

Once the front door shut her smile dropped and she sat on the ground where the infant was holding a colorful plastic ring in one of their tiny hands. “Alright, listen up.” Sheena crossed her arms and the baby cooed at her. “I know you need Y/n and they’re completely enamored with you but don’t forget,” She pointed to herself. “I was here first.”

The baby reached forward, moving their arms attempting to get Sheena’s attention. Your girlfriend may be jealous that most of your time was preoccupied by the baby but she wasn’t just going to neglect it. She picked them up and a staring contest was initiated. The scowl immediately left her face, replaced with a dreamy sigh. “You have their eyes.” She stood up with them in her arms.

“Okay you aren’t so bad, how about we share Y/n?” The baby cooed and Sheena took it as a yes. “Glad we could reach an agreement.”

Tigress in VILE

[Author’s Note: This was trickier to do but I still wanted to. Let’s just say you were apart of a different criminal organization and joined VILE later in your life then met Tigress while you were the prego.]

“Finally.” Tigress whispered as she stood up and stretched. She had been rocking the cradle for two hours before the little one was able to fall asleep. Now she could finally get some sleep herself. The moment she nestled under her covers there was a knock on her door that caused her to groan in frustration. “Are you kidding me!?” She whispered shouted as she stomped to her room’s door.

Sheena didn’t know who decided to knock on her door this late at night but they were gonna get an earful. The door flew open and some of the many people by the door flinched back. “It is 1:00 am! What do you want!?” She continued to whisper shout in order to keep the baby in a peaceful slumber.

Grey put his hand up defensively. “Woah kitty don’t pounce! We just wanted to see the little bugger.” Antonio smiled shyly. “Y/n said we could see them if you were still awake.” Tigress scowled at the poor man. “You disturbed them to see the baby!? What part of recovering do you not under- Hey what are you doing!?” Sheena broke her whisper as the Mime moved past her and went towards the cradle. He looked at the resting baby then at everyone else with the shiniest. Everyone else rudely took that as their invitation.

“How does something so small get so big!?” Jean lightly rocked the cradle.

“What’s their name?” Antonio readjusted the blanket to make sure the baby was warm.

“You shouldn’t have them by the window the noise will scare them.” Paper Star said in a “matter of fact” tone.

“It’s like looking at a little Y/n!” Grey said lightly patting their head.

“It’s drooling in its sleep.” Dash Haber pointed out. “Gross.”

“Awww it’s got the cutest little button nose!” Neal gushed.

Mime Bomb had picked up a music box and was slowly playing it.

Sheena got back into bed and put the blanket over her. “If you wanna watch the baby while I catch up on my sleep go ahead. But if it anything happens to them you all won’t stand a change.”

#Carmen Sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #Sheena Carmen Sandiego #Tigress Carmen Sandiego #Tigress x reader #Sheena x reader #Anon request #gunshot anon #my bestie gunshot anon #I loved writing this so much #It was brilliant

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