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magma-queen · 10 months

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This is @giggly-squiggily ‘s second request! I hope you love it, my friend! And if you have any other requests, please don’t hesitate to ask! <3 love you!

It was one of those days where the two men had absolutely nothing to do but cuddle together, and they were just fine with that.

It was near the beginning of their relationship, after their teams disbanded and came together as one. It was near a year and a half in. They moved in together, and were quite happy that they were together again, regretting everything that’s happened that drove them apart from the start.

When Archie you know, fucked up, with Kyogre.. Archie begged the redhead to forgive him for being a jerk. (And kind of destroying Team Magma’s submarine and base, getting possessed by the red orb, stealing Groudon from them, etc.)

(There was a lot that happened in two episodes of the anime lmfao 🤪)

They immediately rekindled both their relationship, and even their rivalry, to a degree. They still had their differences, but they were willing to work on it to be together.

“Mmmph- Archie.. you’re smothering me~” Maxie murmured, trying to shut his eyes to sleep.

“Awwww, don’t be that way, Max… M’ using ye as my pillow~ I asked, and ye said that it was fine.” He said, snuggling closer.

“Mmm.. I did.. but you’re literally on top of me..” He laughs. “I can’t breathe.”

Archie chuckles, nuzzling his chest. “Can’t help it that I love ye so much.” He got closer and buried his face into his hair. “Yer hair is so fluffy~ it smells lovely too~”

He blushed. “Archie, you’re being so weird right now.” He laughed.

“I’m insulted. How dare ye say that to yer own boyfriend..” He sighed dramatically, laying down on his belly like a pillow.

“Oh my g- enough with the dramatics, you big baby~” Maxie chuckled, scooting closer to him to cuddle.

“But I looooove youuuu, Maxie..” The bigger man whined.

“And I love you too, my darling. But, you’re being a complete brat right now.”

Archie just laughed and hugged him close, sighing happily into his stomach. He looks over to see his boyfriend’s glittering red nail polish on his toes. “Oooh, that’s new.”

“Hm? What is?” Maxie asked.

“Yer toes. Did ye go to get a pedicure done, babe? Without me?”

“Maybe~” He grins. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a pedicure.”

Archie’s eyes shined, looking at how pretty of a color it was. “It IS a big deal!” He sat up and shuffled over to his boyfriend’s feet. “This is so cute! Babe, they’re so pretty!”

*blush* “Again, it’s not that big of a deal, dear. I’m- AH!”

He squeaked when Archie took a closer look at them, holding one of his feet in his hand and gently observing his toes.

“Wh-what are you doing??”

Archie smirked. “Just seein’ what kind of shade ye used~ Ye don’t mind if I look, do ye?”

He knew exactly where this was going, knowing Archie. “Don’t you-! Gmmmph!! Dohohon’t! Don’t touch my tohohoes!” He squeaked.

Archie smirks again, that’s just what he was missing during this little cuddle session, laughter. Specifically Maxie’s laughter.

“Why, honey? I’m just lookin’ at them.” He ‘accidentally’ brushed his fingers underneath his toes.

“GAH-! Ahahahahhehehhehee-! Stohohohohop ihihihihit!!”

“What’s so funny, Max? I didn’t know that the nail polish was funny~” Archie teases, now tickling his toes.

“YOUHUHU BAHAHAHAHSTARD- HAHAHAHAHAH- STAHAHP THAHAHAHAT!! IHIHIHIHIHIHI HAHAHAHAVE SENSITIHIHIHIVE TOHOHOHOES!!”

“Ohhhh~ Ye have sensitive toes, mm? In other words… ye have…”

He covered his face, embarrassed and hysterical. “DON’T SAHAHAY IHIHIHIHIT!!”

“Ticklish toes!” He cackles, tickling in between his toes, making his boyfriend cackle and squeal.

“ARCHIHIHIHIHIE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!! HAHAHAHAH- I’M- IHIHI’M TOO TIHIHICKLISH!!”

This was so damn cute to the sailor. He chuckles as he continues. “Oh? Well, if yer toes and feet are so ticklish, then why did ye go get a pedicure? Huh? That’s literally paying to get tickle tortured.” He teases. “That scrub brush is hell!”

“IHIHIHIHI THOUGHT I COHOHOULD HAHAHAHANDLE IHIHIHIHIHIT!!!”

“And could ye?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAH- IT’S TOOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!!”

Archie snickers, tickling the bottom of Maxie’s foot. “My god, what I’d give to have been there. I bet that was a sight to behold~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!STAHAHAHHAHAP TICKLING MY FEHEHEHEHEET!!”

“Hmm~ okay!”

He stops, letting Maxie breathe. But, he then shuffles back over to his side, pinning him to the bed gently.

“Wh-whahahat’re you- Gmmmph!! Pffffft- *snort*”

Archie’s playful fingers started jabbing at his belly.

“I’ve been wanting to poke that cute tum today.” He looks at his red headed lover trying his best not to laugh. “Hey, ye didn’t say to stop tickling ye completely. Ye said to stop tickling yer feet. Ye said nothing about yer tummy~”

Fuck. He didn’t.

He shouldn’t have to, goddammit. As much as he loves him, Archie is going to be the death of him one of these days. (Affectionate)

Ever since they started dating, from day one, Archie has been an overly affectionate and playful boyfriend. And that, Maxie secretly LOVES. He loves hugs, kisses, cuddles, and yes, even tickles.

“C’mon~ Ye know ye want to laugh~ Hmmm… where can I get the best reaction out of ye?”

Not even two seconds later…

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHOHOHAHAHAHT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” He bursted out while Archie dug his finger in his bellybutton. “NOHOHOHOT THE BEHEHEHELLYBUTTON!! I’M GONNA KIHIHIHILL YOHUHUHU!!!”

“God, yer so cute, and so is yer little innie~ coochie coochie coo~ is this yer tickle spot? Huh? Tickletickletickle~ Gitchie gitchie gitchie~!”

“STAHAHAHAHP TEHEHEHEASING!YOHOHOHU’RE SUHUHUHUCH AHAHHAHA CHIHIHIHIHILDAHAH- MEHEHEHERCY!! *wheeze* MERCY! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T- *squeal* BRHEHEHEHEHEHEHATHE!!”

Archie just giggles to himself, enjoying the boisterous laughter and shrieking giggles his boyfriend laid out for him. He knew he was being so mean right now, going after his tickle spot like that, but he wanted to hear his lover’s precious giggles and squeals. That’s enough of a reason, right? >:)

“NOHOHOHOHO- *snort* MOHOHOHOHOHORE!! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!” He shouted, gasping for breath when Archie finally stopped. “Hah.. hehe.. heh.. Ahaharchihihiee..”

“Yer fuckin’ adorable, Max.” Archie cooed, kissing his belly, making Maxie squeal and try wiggling away.

His eyes went wide as his Archie’s lips pressed on his stomach. “Stahah-Stop! That tickles!” He giggles out, trying to squirm away.

“Hahah! Alright, alright! I might’ve went a bit overboard~ I’ll spare ye, for now.” Archie smirks, laughing when Maxie pushes him away. “Babyyyy! I’m sorry! Ye’ve just been so grumpy lately! Please cuddle?”

“Hmph. Dohohohoo you deserve cuhuhuddles after that?”

He pulled out the Lillipup eyes. He knew that Maxie couldn’t resist it.

“Mmm.. perhaps I can forgive you, this time.” He stares Archie down. “But, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll get you back TENFOLD.”

This did scare Archie a little bit, but anything is totally worth hearing Maxie’s laughter. Any day.

“I guess I’ll be prepared for that, then.” Archie giggles, making Maxie sigh heavily and fall back into the bed.

“You’re ridiculous~” Maxie affectionately teases.

“Bwahahah! Ye love me~”

“Yes, I do. Always~” Maxie says, pecking a kiss to Archie’s cheek. “I’ll always love you. Even if you start your ridiculous shenanigans~ Just, promise me you won’t reawaken Kyogre.”

Archie scoffs and lays back down on his boyfriend’s belly once more, as Maxie affectionately pets his hair.

“I can tell that you’re pouting.”

“Mm’ not..”

“Oh? Are you sure?”

Archie grins, an idea in mind. “Yeah, babe. I’m not pouting.”

“And how would I know that for sure if you don’t look up at me? With those beautiful blue eyes of yours~?”

Haha. He knew he would say that.

“Simple, sweetie. I do.. this..!”

With that, he swiftly raised Maxie’s shirt up, and pressed his lips into his belly while blowing a big raspberry.

“GAAHHAHAHAHAHAH- Y-YOHUHUHU DIHIHIHICK!!!! STAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHP THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!!”

“Awww, why, sweetie? PFFFFFFT! that wasn’t very nice~”

“BEHEHEHEHECAUSE IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES, YOHUHU JEHEHEHEHEHERK!!!”

He gasped dramatically, scribbling at his belly. “How dare ye call me the J word! That deserves double the tickles!”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO NO NO NO IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!!” He begged, shrieking when Archie’s fingers found his ribs. “EEEEE!! STAHAH- STAHAHP!! NAHAHAHT MY RIHIHIHIBS-!

“Oh? Yer sorry, huh? Ye were talking a big game just a moment ago~ callin’ me a jerk.”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI DIHIHIHIHIDN’T- *HIC* MEHEHEHEHEHAN IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!! ST-STAHAHAHAHP IHIHIHIT!!”

Archie chuckles, slowing his tickles just a little bit, and gently tweaking Maxie’s ribs. “God, yer so cute. I completely forgot how ticklish ye really were~ Awww~ did someone get the hiccups?”

“PL-PLEHEHEHEASE-! *HIC* EHEHEHEHENOUGH-! IHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T- *HIC* BREATHE!”

The bigger man cackles as he stops his tickles. Maxie took a deep breath before dissolving back into giggles, trying to catch his breath once more.

“Sorry, babe.. are ye okay?”

“I.. hehe.. will be, heh.. jerk.”

He immediately covered his mouth. He just fucked himself over.

“Ohhh~? Ye must really want to get wrecked again, don’t ye?”

“No no no no- I’m sorry! It just slipped out-! Plehehehease don’t!” He flinched, his hands raised up to defend himself.

Archie tilts his head. “Honey, are ye.. uncomfortable with me tickling ye?” He asked.

“What- no!” He replied immediately, then blushed. “No, no.. not at all. What makes you think that?”

“Ye flinched.. like I was gonna attack ye, or hurt ye.”

“Oh, Archie…” He wraps his arms around his waist. “You know better than that. I know that you’ll never hurt me. *kiss* ever.”

“It’s just… we’ve gotten back together and we’ve been dating for over a year now… if I’m doin’ anything that makes ye uncomfortable.. ye’ll tell me, right?”

“Of course I will, Archie. Nothing you do is wrong or making me uncomfortable. I love you.”

He smiles. “I love ye too, Max. So.. yer not uncomfortable with the tickling?”

His face turned red. “N-no. Not at all.. In fact, I.. I actually quite enjoy it.” His face turned even redder. “God, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“What?? Really?” Archie beamed, really happy. “Awww, that’s so cute, love. I’m so happy to hear that!”

“W-what? You- you don’t think that it’s weird?”

“Of course not! Do ye know how much I love to hear that sweet laugh of yers? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, Max. And ye never do it enough! My jokes can only get so far! Maybe a chuckle or two, or perhaps a few giggles here and there.. but nothing like this. It’s such a sweet sound.”

That alone made him chuckle and blush. “Well.. your jokes aren’t the funniest in the world~” He teases.

“Oh yeah? Then maybe ye’ll think THIS is funny!” He grins, pinning him back down and tickling his sides.

“Ahahahahahah- wahahahahait-! Ihihihihihi- *hic* wahahahahsn’t reeheheheheheady!” He squealed.

“Hehe! Then don’t tease me like that, silly! God, yer the cutest~” Archie cooed, moving to his hips.

*HIC* “Ahahahahahahah-! *snort* Okahahahahay-! Okahahahay I’m sorry!! Lehehehehet me uhuhuhup, yohuhuhuhu bihihihig- hahahah- dork!!”

Chuckling, Archie let up, knowing that he’s tickled his boyfriend enough for the day. He leans down and gives Maxie a kiss.

“Ye okay?”

“Heheh.. yes, I’m fine.” He sat up, hugging Archie close. “I love you.”

“I love ye too, my sweet Max.”

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queeniesaewblog · 4 months

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I’m going to just leave this here….

This takes place right after Worlds End and it’s my version/explanation of what happened.

I believe we will see Adamjf together again. It’ll take time but I am a patient bitch.

#aew #all elite wrestling #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #adam cole #adamjf #better than you bay bay #queenie writes

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queeniecamps · 11 months

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sneak peek of a new fic

#queenie writes #YES it's jen #wip

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memospacexx · 7 months

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Cant beleive the first ao3 Amazing digital circus post is caine/reader SMUT (im not complaining however, hes my favorite :3)

#tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc caine #caine😋😛🫶‼️😻❤️🤩#sorry #caine and bubble>>#tadc x reader #tadc gangle #also i love kinger #i beleive he has a wife either queener or queenie #cause the door #:3 #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc ragatha #:33333 #should i write for them?😛#the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Hey did you ever end up posting that yandere plants one with the bee reader and I missied it?? Was looking forward to that one

(I have not. A drable for you, chief)

The queen has requested another harvest.

What impeccable timing.

Climbing from rubble and frayed vines, vegetation and ash falls from your hair and shoulders. Extra care is put into your wings as you brush them off for the flight ahead. Held by a loose spine, you blow the decades of dust off your new find - kicking spray particles into the air. Through water eyes you read the books cover - fuzzy tension building at the base of your nose.

It's another picture book.

They're going to love this one-

"Ahh... Achoo!... 'Cuse me."

Apologizing to the thin air around you, you unhook the fine straps of your satchel and toss the book inside. You turn your gaze to the hole in the ceiling as your wings flutter, feet kick-starting your ascent as you rise. The mellowed glow of the fog casted sun greets you first as you exit; a jungle of greenery and constructs waiting the earth below and as far as the eye could see. You climb up onto the ledge of the building and leap off into a nose dive for the ground - wings swooping into mobility before your body hits the trees. Flying lose did have its risks, but nothing beats the floral air in your hair when heading home - reminding you of those counting on your return.

Scouting the known galaxy for resources, your crew landed on this planet in a time you no longer recall accurately. Overtaken by plants of all variety, it seemed like the perfect harvest - until it wasn't. As unaccounted cargo, you were sparred the horrors they faced at the hands of the planet's few remaining natives. Asleep during the bloodbath you woke crowd by the new inhabitants of this land - sentient creatures grown from rich soil and crimes against anatomy.

Their creators feared what they had created and went to war destroying what they had birthed with their own hands - wiped out in the end by their superior strengths and numbers. Despite this carnage, they were a peaceful race and tried to rescue your crew, but failed. Finding your journals tucked into your sleeping arms they enlisted your aid as a florist in the upkeep of what remains of their home in exchange for their pollen and a roof over your head.

Base in sight, you speed through the thick fog in your descent to its open doors. A planetarium with an open ceiling has come your home in this time. You missed your comfy bed, but a hammock under the stars surrounded by those you now held dear was just as nice. You enter the building, breath fleeing as your snatched from behind. Not a step through the door and you're suspended in the air at the waist by hanging vines.

"And just where have you been, my sneaky little pest?"

Thorn-like claws grace your cheek, curving up to the crown of your head where they cautiously prod at your sensitive antennae. Amused, they chitter in delight as you struggle in your blinds - most likely held by another member of the collective. Beyond the palms of their woven hands, this one was covered near entirely in stained prickles. Violet petals spiked from the upper half of their hair and draped over their mocking grin

"You know you aren't allowed to leave without a guide. What ever would we do if our heart was taken by those savages, hm? I think a punishment is in order, don't you?"

"Seems so if they can't obey simple rules. With that lovely picture on knot tying they brought us the other day, I'm sure we can get up to lots of fun before the others figure out where we are."

Lowered closer to the floor, strong arms embrace you from behind and lead your head against their chest. Small, hanging buds sprouted up the lengths of their arms mark their class - their reddish yellow hue staking their typing. Cooing ever so cloyingly sweet in your ear, it rubs the humanoid half of its face against your cheek.

"You were scheduled to start the day with us. Don't you love us anymore? We may not be as approachable at the others, but we adore you all the same."

You swallow hard, trapped between a wall and thorns. "Thistle.... Honeysuckle.. but I can never find you two."

"But we're always watching. Can't let you get into trouble. Or pick a favorite. If you accept us as your guards for the rest of the week maybe we'll let you go. If not...."

The vines tighten around your hips - released almost instantly as they're snipped by an unseen party. You stumble forward, caught and picked up by another pair of arms.

"What have I told you two about picking on them? One more time and I'm sending you both to the greenhouse.... Are you alright, darling?"

Bright as the golden sun, their petals almost blind you as you look up. The leader, and the first floral creature you met - Marigold was your sworn protector even from those with you in their care. A strict, yet understanding calm to the storm life in the compound was. As they set you down, Thistle scoffs.

"Always the spotlight stealer. Would you keep it down before the others realized they've returned?"

It's a bit too late for that.

"Y/n? Y/n back?!"

"Oh, I was so worried I fear I may start wilting!"

"Y/n, Y/n! We have a ripe patch of peaches for you!"

From the shadows of the trees and handmade structures comes the entire horde. They push through each other getting to you and overwork your brain with their chatter. Over a dozen bodies crowded around your lone figure. Through the sea, the shortest of them swims through the crowd and manages their way up to you - head centered at your navel. Head cocked, they seem to be staring to your lips.

"Cuckoo? Is everything alright?"

They smile. Grabbing your shirt, you're bent forward into an open mouth kiss. All the commotion ceases immediately as a wave of surprises washes over them all. Patting the walls of your cheeks their segmented tongue, Cuckoo only pulls away when they're torn from you. Lifting the smaller flower by its shoulders, Thistle clenches their teeth tight.

"What on earth was that?"

The question was genuine. None of them were fully traversed in the act of kissing beyond brief tellings in the books you brought to learn more about the planet left behind for them. Agriculture and construction were common reads, but if they got lucky you'd find old story books, comics and novels. Cuckoo holds up a page from one of those very stories - the couple displayed entangled in a heat of passion with lips locked. Heads staring over their shoulder snap in your direction. You'd used the direction to scramble away and travel further into their lair.

"I wanna try..."

Even Marigold couldn't save you now. Taking advantage of your gift of flight, you dart into the air aiming for the second floor where your bedroom stood.

"I would love to help you all, but I need to get started on my letter for my queen. She has requested more pollen, and I wasn't able to get one out in the last run. As soon as it's out of the way, I can come back and we can - Ah!"

Fashioning a lasso from their vines, you're dragged down into the frenzy with no escape in the near future. As is your life with the horde.

A queen sits alone on her throne. Letter opener gripped in her palm, she stabs it though her throne as the words describing your escapade slash through her heart. Stomping the battered floor, her veil of submission cracks.

"This has gone on for too long. My garden is in shambles and so will this kingdom until their return."

The servant at her feet keeps their voice low. "My queen... Their service there is doing quite the opposite. Our reserves are at maximum capacity and with the treaty there's no need for war and needless casualties. I know of your bond and I am sorry for your lost."

Like an arrow, the queen's dagger rips through the air and anchors in the wall behind the servant. Golden blood beads in a line across their cheek. Unbridled rage and disgust seeps from her icy glare like poison. She refuses to look directly in their eye, staring off at the shoulders behind them.

"Get. This. Traitor- OUT. RIP THEIR WINGS AND LEAVE THEM FOR DEAD. if they aren't on my wall by dawn, I will take yours as payment."

Eyes wide, the servant lunges for her robes as the guards take their arms. "My lady, please! You cannot do this! I was trying to make things better! Y/n will never forgive you!"

She spits.

"And cut out their tongue."

Screams echoing down the halls, the queen curls up in her throne - clutching the pillow you kept every night and the flower you sent in your distress. Her sweet idiot of a bumblebee. Why did you have to run off? Sure she was stressed, but with her prized florist and sweet little bumblebee she could've conquered the universe. Someday you'll be in her arms and garden again - laughing the night and dawn away.

Someday

#Added queeny because I remembered you asking for one #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere harem #yandere teratophilia #tw yandere #yandere writing #female yandere #yandere

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sawyerconfort · 9 months

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the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

HI HI HI FOLKS I'M BACK!

Ok, ok, let's do it then!

Lots of lots of ideas for this one! Just you wait!

(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

Enjoy!

Requests open!

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.

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crystalbeastsquidney · 9 months

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man I love Sindel :0)

#i miss u queenie!!! i wish nrs would stop writing u like shit!!!!#god she looks so much better than the first time i posted art of her skfjkghsdjh #sindel #sindel mk #mortal kombat #ampharos #shiny ampharos #pokemon #my art #click for better quality #mk z crystal quest #<- new tag so i can keep track of these art posts easier

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queenofbaws · 3 months

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hey, so, with people starting to talk about until dawn again, i think i'm gonna do something i swore many many years ago that i wouldn't do. i'm gonna ask the hard questions, the tough questions, the questions that will likely get me blocked, muted, and blacklisted seven ways from sunday. these are questions i've asked before, questions that bothered people, questions that made people look inside themselves for answers, questions that, dare i say, had people rioting in the streets, but you know what? someone's gotta tackle these issues. it might as well be me.

perhaps some of you already know where i'm going with this. perhaps some of you don't. either way...

why the fuck did the washingtons put so many goddamn couches in that lodge?!

"it's, like, a ski resort, isn't it? people gotta sit." THE LAST TIME I PLAYED THE HIT 2015 PLAYSTATION EXCLUSIVE UNTIL DAWN I THINK I COUNTED 31 COUCHES BEFORE I GAVE UP. I DON'T CARE HOW MANY VISITORS YOU'RE EXPECTING, AT A CERTAIN POINT YOU GET BANNED FROM FURNITURE WHOLESALERS FOR THAT KIND OF DEVIL-MAY-CARE PURCHASING ATTITUDE!!!!!!!!

DO THEY NEED A DIFFERENT COUCH FOR EVERY DAY?! IS THAT WHAT IT IS?! oh, this is my monday couch! i couldn't possibly sit on it today, what with it being wednesday and all! WAS THERE A DEAL GOING ON?! WHEN THEY WERE FURNISHING THE LODGE WAS SOMEONE DOING A BUY 1 GET 5 FREE DEAL?! DID NOT PURCHASING THE COUCHES MAKE LESS SENSE THAN OVERINDULGING IN THEM?! I ASK YOU!

but that's not even the worst

no, no it's not even close

the sheer number of couches is irresponsible, yes. baffling, even. but i could overlook it. y'know? i could. i'm a chronically fatigued little so-and-so, and i appreciate a couch when i see one, okay? i see a couch, i feel safe, i get that. fine. sure. give the people what they want - seating. plentiful and varied seating. whatever.

no, my problem comes from one fucking couch in particular. one. horrible. terrible. inscrutable couch. i speak, of course, of thE BATHROOM COUCH

WHY IS IT IN THE BATHROOM?! THE ROOM SPECIFICALLY FOR THE BATH?! WHY IS IT DIRECTLY BESIDE THE FUCKING BATHTUB OF ALL PLACES?! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU KNOW THAT THING'S JUST FULL OF MOLD!!!!!! ITS FIBERS ARE RUINED. ITS UPHOLSTERY IS RANCID WITH MILDEW

"oh but queenie, it's just a little stand you can put your clothes on and stuff!" NO, I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT - I'M TALKING ABOUT THIS SPORE-MAGNET RIGHT HERE!!!!

THAT'S THE BITCH! THE FULL SIZE FUCKIN COUCH RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE KING SIZE BATHTUB. WHY DO WE NEED THIS?! WHY ARE WE WATCHING PEOPLE BATHE? ARE WE LOUNGING ON IT WHILE WE WAIT FOR THE TUB TO FILL?! WHY IS THERE A BLANKET OVER PART OF IT?! WHAT IS THE PURPOSE?! WHY DO WE HAVE THIS?!DID AN INTERIOR DESIGNER GREENLIGHT THIS DECISION?!

AND WHY IS NO ONE ELSE TALKING ABOUT IT?!?!?!??!?!?!

#queenie rambles about supermassive #im just gonna keep askin the tough questions over here #fr tho when i was writing t(a) i literally started a playthru to count because i thought it would be funny #it quickly became not funny #the washington family made a lot of questionable decisions throughout the game but this one is...this one haunts me #i'm too old and tired for character discourse but this???? THIS??????????? supermassive EXPLAIN

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queenie-the-court-jester · 30 days

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you'll be back.

Yandere rockstar x reader

A/n: this was very rushed so I'll fix it later, but please enjoy! 🌺

Tw: dub con turns to non con, breeding kink, obsessive behavior, yandere ex boyfriend, very minor angst

🎸you hated him. Hated his guts, his handsome looks, the way he'd wrap his arm around your waist as if you were still dating. His spotless dark skin you were so envious of, that dumb charismatic smile. You hated it. Why did he do this to you? Always running back and begging you to let him stay for a while. And you'd let him. Why? You didn't know

🔥 Maxine knew. It's because you still loved him. He knew you did. Why else would you let him climb into your bed and hold you close? Why else would you let him kiss your lips? Why else would you let him undress you slowly with so much love

🎸he was a mess for you, no matter how many fans he had, they could never replace you. All the girls he slept with after your breakup? None of them compared. He loved you more than his love for the life he had. But if he did, why did he pick it over you?

🔥 highschool sweethearts, well, up until you both graduated and he started a band. They were small, but slowly grew in the following year. Having multiple companies reach out in hopes of striking a record deal. Soon, nightly Melodies came to be.

🎸you forgot his bandmates names, they weren't really important to you since they didn't bother trying to know their leaders lover. Good riddance you say. You never liked how that drummer kept staring at him.. not to mention his fans were psychopaths. Harassing you online and sometimes even in real life. He didn't even care after you'd complain about it

🔥you were eachother's first time, first everything. So ofcourse it hurt when you finally confronted him after he skipped your date night for the 10th time that month. He never had time for you anymore, brushing you off in favor of hanging out with his "friends"

"just calm down babe geez.. it's not that big of a deal.."

"not that big huh? Well then, if you care so little about actually being a good boyfriend, consider yourself single."

🎸you left him to stare at you in shock as you packed your bags, he tried stopping you. Begging you to stay, blocking the door, standing behind your car as you tried driving away. He promised he could change. But you knew otherwise. You were done

🔥months later, he stalks your socials and keeps sending you gifts. All until you start to crumble and let him in slowly. He knew you wouldn't last long. His reputation and band be damned. All he wanted was you.

🔞you could only stare at him, unsure as he kissed the valley between your breasts and trailed lower, hands rubbing up and down your sides. You could feel his dick press against your leg, your clothing scattered all over the bedroom floor

"there there pretty baby.. let me take care of you hm? Such a good girl.. want me to fuck this pretty pussy as a reward? Hm?"

🔞he slowly pushes the tip inside after teasing you relentlessly for what seemed like hours. Letting out Little groans as he slipped in inch by inch. Praising you for taking him so well, cutting himself off and letting out a lewd gasp after he felt you squeeze him

🔞 he starts off slow and steady, he doesn't last long as he's practically fucking you into the bed. Crying out tears of euphoria at the feeling of you sucking him in deeper, the tip bullying your cervix

"f-uuuckkk pretty ma', hah.. I don't think I can last long- a-ah!"

🔞he refuses to stop after cumming inside you once. Babbling something about knocking you up and filling you up with his children. Gathering some sense of clarity you tried begging him to stop, but he clamped a hand over your mouth. Pinning you down and angling your hips higher. Blue eyes staring down at you with manic glee

🔞drool drips down his chest as he pants and groans, he only stops until he's fully drained and each touch of his skin makes his hips spasm. Pulling you flush against him he practically purrs, nuzzling his face into your chest. You couldn't help but wince at the cold feeling of his lip piercings rub against your bare skin. Tiredly reaching a hand up to play with his dark curly hair

🔞you better hope the test comes back positive, because if it doesn't he'll just keep going every night until you're swollen with his child. This may dampen his image a bit but he couldn't care less. Staring fondly at your tummy and the ring on your finger. He was holding your hand as you both Walked into an important event, He couldn't wait to introduce you to everyone as his wife!

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cyberaxolotl · 6 months

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To Lose A Queen

The Amazing Digital Circus Angst/Sadfic

(AO3 Description) A headcanon induced fic about my interpretation of Queenie’s abstraction, how it happened, the immediate reaction, and when.

Important tags: Pre-canon, physical fight/violence, character death/abstraction, body horror/horror elements

Words: 5.3k

Illustrations: 0 in fic, 1 cover art

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April fifteenth, 19XX. One-hundred and fifty-two weeks before Pomni would arrive, and five days before Zooble. The circus was already full; It had all of its toys. A doll, a rubber rabbit, chess pieces, one toy for laughing at, one for crying at, and the toy that was silly to look at. Caine had all the ones he wanted right there.

Kinger was doing much better back then. He woke up in the “morning” that day, April fifteenth, with few worries in his mind. None that could be acted on, anyway, and none that could stress him out terribly.

There was a light knock on his door. “Kinger..?” A voice called out, gentle and sad, and not nearly reaching him.

“Oh, come on, you’re not knocking hard enough.” A different voice corrected her, followed by a much harder knock and call. “Heeey, Kinger! Get up!”

“Mhfg- huh-?” The chess piece picked himself up from his bed, looking at the door. “What is it, what’s happening-?” He called through the door.

“R-Ragatha wanted to make breakfast for everybody, and I think she’d really appreciate it if we all showed up to it…” The softer voice was severely muffled.

“Ragatha’s doing huh? Hold on a minute…” He tiredly picked himself up, walking up to his door. He opened it to be greeted by Gangle and Jax. “What’s going on?” He cleared his throat, barely awake.

“Ragatha decided that she wanted to make everybody breakfast and she’s somewhere, someplace, making it with Caine.” Jax explained, a hand on his hip. “Gangle wants everybody to show up for it.”

“I think- I think Ragatha would want everyone there too-!” Gangle squeaked, putting her ribbons together. “She’s making something for all of us…”

The rabbit rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Are you gonna grab Queenie and show up or do you just wanna sleep more?” He turned to Kinger, who was rubbing his eyes.

“I’m not too sure about breakfast… but I AM sure that Queenie would want us to be there.” He pulled his hands away, looking down the hallway. “We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“I-I’m sure Ragatha will be happy about it-! That makes everyone, so long as, uh… Slinks shows up.” Gangle looked over her shoulder at a door behind her. It belonged to a green-and-orange worm-on-a-string, the goofiest looking member of the circus, and yet one of the more reserved as of lately.

“You know Slinks, they’ll show up an hour late and wonder where everyone is. I’m gonna go bother Kaufmo.” With that, Jax walked off, striding cockily.

“…I hope to see you two at breakfast.” The ribbon girl tried to smile at Kinger, then walked off.

Kinger took a deep breath, stepping out and closing his door behind him. He tried to pick himself up and energize himself as he reached the door next to his, knocking on it. “Queenie, sugarplum, are you awake?” He called out with a raised voice.

He heard a soft grumble, followed by shuffling. “Just a moment…” A slightly strained, sleepy voice called back to him, and then the door opened. “Good morning, sweetheart~” Queenie’s voice was mature and smooth, feeling like honey when he listened to it. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned closer to him, “What’s on our schedule today?” She asked as she put their heads together. They couldn’t really kiss anymore, so they took the next best thing of getting close to each other and humming softly.

“Gangle woke me up, said that Ragatha’s making breakfast. Should we go?” He intertwined his hand with hers, picking it off of his shoulder. Having lost their real wedding rings during their transition to the digital world, they’d substituted gold and silver for silly looking pipe cleaner rings that they’d made for one another. They might not have shined, but they served as a symbol regardless.

“Oh, you know I can’t let Ragatha down, or Gangle.” She pulled away, “Is everybody going to be there?”

“She said that everyone is showing up so long as Slinks makes it. Everyone… including Jax.” He looked down the hallway, a little annoyed.

Queenie scoffed. “I suppose it’ll be worth it to gather around with everybody like that…” She stepped out and closed the door behind her, “But that boy has no respect for the queen~!” She motioned valiantly with her hands, puffing her chest out, and then pausing. After a moment, she giggled, then sighed. “Like I’d carry myself that way.”

“Come on,” He put his hand on her shoulder, smiling at her with his eyes. “Let’s go sit down.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” She took his hand off of her shoulder, holding it in her own as they went down the hallway.

As they reached the center of the tent, they could see their fellow performers already gathered at a large table. Jax was next to Kaufmo, evidently pestering him, while Gangle was sitting at the opposite end of the table, twiddling her ribbons.

“We’re here~!” Queenie announced their presence, coming up behind the table. “Where’s Ragatha?” She asked as the two took seats next to the ribbon girl.

“She’s still cooking, but it should be done soon… Bubble was the one who told us to get everyone.” Gangle explained, perking up at the sight of the chess couple. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept wonderfully, sweetness. In fact, I had a little dream while I was asleep.” The black piece chuckled under her breath. “…But oh, I can’t remember a bit of it. It was something about the flowers and ladybugs in my room.”

“That’s okay. It’s nice to hear that you thought of something, I just… slept through the night.” The ribbons shrugged. “How about you, Kinger?”

“I slept very soundly! No dreams or noises, but soundly!” He said, smiling.

“Jeez, did you hear that sweetness?” The two pieces glared at the sudden obnoxious voice. Jax was leaning into the table, grinning cockily at them. “You two treat Gangle like she’s a kid or something.”

“I-I’m twenty-six…” Gangle said quietly, holding a ribbon up.

“Oh please, is it rude to be kind?” Queenie was glaring daggers at him, clenching her hands on the table. “We’ve not been treating anybody like a kid.”

Jax rolled his eyes. “Not like a kid, you’ve been treating her like your kid.” He sat back in his chair, “What are you two making up for acting like Gangle’s your daughter?”

“Jax!” Kinger glared at him, leaning past his wife. “It’s none of your concern if we’re making up for something, but we just care about her more than you do.”

Gangle stared for a few seconds, then looked down at the table. “…You do kind of remind me of my-“

“Food’s up!” Before she could finish, several voices interrupted them. Ragatha seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, carrying two large plates, and Caine was behind her doing the same. Bubble had a pot of coffee in her jaws, bobbing around happily, and spilling several swigs of it.

“I made pancakes, french toast, and homemade breakfast pastries for everyone!” Ragatha said happily, putting the platters down on the table. “I know we don’t need to eat, but I’m sure we’d all appreciate some routine, right? At least, I’d like to!” She pulled out a chair, sitting down.

“Thanks a BRUNCH for the meal, Raggy!” Kaufmo said, turning to her, “There’s MUFFIN I wouldn’t do for breakfast!”

“…” She stared blankly at him, blinking emptily. “…Ha, haha, that’s a good one, Kaufmo!” She tried to smile and laugh as she saw his face drop.

“…Snrk-“ Though, the silence was filled quickly by Queenie. “Ah- hahahaha~! I thought those puns were lovely, Kaufmo!” Her laugh was genuine and full, a smile reaching her eyes. She continued to giggle as she turned to her husband, “Thanks a brunch for the meal~! What a lovely line!”

Kinger felt his face heat up at her laughter, a fullness welling up in his heart at her voice. “It sure is, sugarplum.” He nodded, staring dreamily at her.

“Um- Caine!” The doll awkwardly looked up, “Will you be staying for breakfast?”

“I’m afraid not, doll, I have far too many things to do today!” He said loudly, motioning for Bubble to come to him. “It was a JO-OY to cook with you, but I have construction to do! Building! IMAGINATION!”

“We get it, you're busy.” Jax picked up a plate of pancakes, “What’s the new addition gonna be, huh?”

“Thaaaaat’s a secret, and a surprise!” He waggled his finger at the rabbit, then turned away. “Enjoy your delectable emulation, I will check back in a few hours!” Grabbing Bubble, the two disappeared.

“…Oookay then.” Kaufmo sat back, taking some french toast. “…Hey, where’s Slinks?”

“Oh, yeah, where are they? Gangle?” Ragatha noted the missing worm, turning to the ribbons.

“They, ah, they didn’t respond when I called for them. They might still be sleeping…” Gangle poked her ribbons together, looking away. “…I didn’t really, um, try to call for them very loudly…”

“I thought Jax was helping you get everyone?” Kinger asked, turning to face the dorms.

“Oh, no, I wasn’t there to help her. I just wanted to tag along.” He shook his head, smirking.

“Then how about YOU go get Slinks, huh?” Ragatha turned and glared at him, only to get a sour expression back.

“I’ve already got my food in front of me! What do you want me to do, let it get cold?” He motioned at his plate.

“It’ll take barely a minute knowing you. Be good for once and just do it, Jax.” Queenie glared at him as well. “Slinks wouldn’t want to miss out on this, would they?”

“…Well, actually, Slinks doesn’t really-“ Gangle started, only to be cut off.

“Fine, I’ll go get ‘em.” Jax pushed his chair back and stood up, starting to walk away. “I’m sure Slinks will REEAAALLY appreciate being woken up for cold food.”

Ragatha sighed as he walked away, turning back to the table. “I hope everyone likes what I made.” She said, trying to smile.

“It smells good!” Kinger said quickly, leaning onto his wife’s shoulder. “But I don’t think I’m hungry enough to have a plate for myself.” He eyed her plate with a dorky look in his eyes.

“REALLY, Kinger? We don’t even get hungry.” She turned to him, sounding and looking bothered. That quickly turned to amusement as she chuckled, putting the plate between them and speaking sweetly, “I suppose I can handle sharing with you~”

Gangle was grabbing a plate as well, trying to put on a slight smile, before realizing something. “Oh- I forgot to ask Caine about my replacement comedy mask…” She said to the group, looking around.

“He said he’d be back in a few hours, I'm sure you could ask him about it then!” Ragatha said, “…Though, you should probably ask him for a few? It’ll be easier to have replacements on hand, won’t it?” She proposed, getting a soft nod.

The ribbon girl sighed, “You always know good answers, Ragatha.”

“Well, thank you! I’m surprised nobody else-“

“GA-AAAH-!”

Everyone at the table jumped at the echoing scream, turning to look down the hall. “Wha- wha- what was that-?!” Gangle whined.

“It sounded like Jax!” Kaufmo exclaimed, getting up from his chair. Right as he said that, the rabbit himself turned the corner.

“Hey- everyone-!” He panted, running up to the table and yelling. He reached them and stopped, bending over, panting heavily.

“What happened?” Ragatha asked, standing up. “Where’s Slinks?”

“Oh- don’t worry- Slinks is… coming…” Jax took a deep breath and cleared his throat, standing tall. “He’s just-“

Before he could finish, they heard a monstrous growl from deeper in the circus tent. “GAH-!” Kinger jumped as a long, glitched out snake slinked around the corner, larger and more monstrous than their worm friend.

“Yeah, he’s here, he’s just abstracted.” The rabbit grinned as he put his hands on his hips, “At least he won’t be eating cold food.” With that, he ran away.

Everyone jumped up from their seats, turning and running in different directions. Ragatha quickly went to Kaufmo and ran alongside him, Gangle let out a horrified shriek and ran another way, and Queenie grabbed Kinger’s hand and pulled them both up, heading for a different side of the tent. What had just been a peaceful morning quickly came apart as Slinks’ abstracted form smashed the dining table, then sharply turned to bolt after Ragatha and Kaufmo.

The chess couple hurried down the hall, Queenie blindly running, and Kinger blindly following. When her eyes landed on a door with “broom closet” written on it in crayon, she turned and ripped it open, pulling them both inside and slamming the door behind them.

Her heart was racing as she fell into a corner, pulling her husband down with her. He ended up falling into her lap, putting his hands on his chest and breathing heavily. “Okay- we’re okay, we’re okay in here, we’re alright…” He started mumbling as they met each other's gaze.

She put her hand over where her mouth would be, motioning for silence, which she quickly got. She turned and put her “ear” against the wall, only faintly hearing growls and scampering. “They’re nowhere near here.” She turned to him and spoke in a hushed voice. With that, she took a deep breath, and let out a heaving, shaky sigh.

Kinger gulped as he looked into the room. “…There are a LOT of brooms in here.” He remarked.

Queenie looked up to see that the room was full of brooms, including the shelves, which were made of brooms and holding more brooms. “Oh.” She let out, disturbed. “So there are.” She turned with an unsure gaze to her husband, who looked equally unsteady.

“…What now?” He asked, putting his hand over hers.

“…” She listened quietly for a few moments, and then gulped. “We SHOULD be safe in here, I don’t think Slinks can open doors like that so long as they don’t know that we’re in here. I hope that everyone else is carrying themselves the same way.”

“Can we really just sit here and wait until Caine comes back?” He questioned.

“Kaufmo and Ragatha will be safer together, and Jax will probably find some obnoxious way to stay safe.” She rolled her eyes a little, then paused. “…But I did see Gangle running off on her own.” She turned to the door.

“Oh dear.” Kinger let out, picking himself up off of her lap and sitting next to her.

“…The moon can get Caine, can’t she?” Queenie realized, eyes widening. “If we get Gangle and make it outside, we can ask the moon to call for him, and end this mess early.” With that, she stood up.

“A-are you really sure we should be the ones doing this?” He stood up as well, grabbing her shoulder. “I’m sure someone else could end up having that idea and doing it instead.”

“Well if we’re going to get Gangle, we might as well make a break for the outside too.” She shook his hand off, “If you want to stay here then I’ll do it myself.”

“No- no, I’m not gonna let you go alone.” He stepped up next to her, getting a satisfied gaze back.

“I know you won’t, come on.” She leaned up to the door, listening through. “…Slinks is still far away. Gangle told me one time that she tries to go to the art rooms when she’s stressed, so we should try there first.” She told him, getting a nod. Opening up the door, the two stepped out, walking slowly through the hall.

The art hall wasn’t too far away from where they had ended up, but it was still a long walk, especially when they couldn’t make any noise.

Loud growls echoed through the tent randomly, never failing to make Kinger jump, or worry Queenie. “…I do hope our friends are okay.” She whispered, gazing down that part of the circus.

As they turned the corner down another hallway, a small noise made its way to them. “…Gangle?” Kinger whispered, looking around. There was faint whimpering coming from one of the rooms.

The chess couple continued down the hall, listening to every room they passed. The queen piece cleared her throat as they reached one of the furthest ones, barely able to hear the distant roaring, and hoping they were far enough. “Gangle?” She said firmly.

They heard a sharp gasp, followed by the sound of ribbons hitting tile. The door opened quietly, and Gangle’s mask poked around the door. “Queenie, Kinger-!” She looked a little happier to see them, but her expression quickly returned to fear. “What’s happening out there-?” She hissed.

“We’re not sure, but we have a plan. We need to go outside,” Queenie explained, holding her hand out, “If we get the moon, she can call Caine, and he can stop Slinks. We’ll also be safer out there.”

“B-but the way out is on the other side of the circus, with Slinks.” The ribbon girl stepped out, looking up at the two.

“I think Slinks is preoccupied by somebody else.” Kinger noted, “We’ve been hearing a lot of growling, so they might’ve found someone else to focus on.”

Queenie nodded in affirmation, “If we’re quick and quiet, we’ll be able to help them too. We need to go.” She stepped away from the door, “Will you be coming with us?”

“I… Sure-!” She stepped out of the room, standing next to Kinger. “I just don’t wanna be alone…”

“That’s fine, we’ll all stick together. Now, we need to hurry.” The queen piece turned around, motioning for them to follow her. The other two let themselves be led down the hall, anxiously listening as they got closer to the distant noises again.

Gangle was looking around anxiously, wincing at every loud roar. “…Do you think Ragatha is okay?” She asked in a hushed voice.

“Ragatha’s one of the most capable of us, I'm sure she thought of something, or she’s hiding.” Queenie assured, keeping her voice low. “If we’re lucky, Slinks went after Jax first.”

“Oh, that’s not nice, sugarplum.” Kinger mentioned, looking away.

“I was just having a lark, sweetheart.” She motioned vaguely with her hand, “…Though, Jax does seem to have a way of ALWAYS getting out of these situati- -!” She stopped suddenly, freezing up.

“..?” The other two looked at her, confused, and she pointed the way she was looking. “-!” Kinger stifled a gasp, and Gangle made the slightest squeak. Slinks’ morphed form was directly across from them, but facing away from them, looking like it was hunting.

There was a stillness in the air for a few seconds, the room turning cold with anxiety. Queenie took a moment to stare before turning to the other two, wide-eyed. The way out of the tent was still quite the run away.

Kinger shook his head at her, he didn’t know what to do, but he wasn’t going to talk. The queen piece took a deep breath, put her hands together, and then started side-stepping away. She motioned for the other two to follow her.

Gangle was desperately clinging onto the king piece, frozen in place. Kinger made the quick decision to pick her up in a way that was almost piggybacking, and she accepted it without a sound, holding onto him. The three carefully continued down the hall, all eyes glued to the abstracted worm, only shifting their gazes to see where they were going.

That part of the tent had become a disaster area. The tossed food from the shattered dining table littered the floor, and various other things had been thrown around and ended up in bugged out states. Queenie could see a flashing chair out of the corner of her eye, watching it flicker in and out of existence and phase through the floor, and she wondered for a moment how much it must’ve hurt to be that way. Was Slinks acting out of aggression, or fear? Were they desperate to find a way to ease their pain, or were they hunting for somebody? Somebody… Maybe Caine? The thoughts crossed Queenie’s mind in a flurry as she walked, not watching where she was going, but seeing Slinks slowly leave their vision.

“SQU-EAK-!”

“-!” She gasped in terror as she stepped on something, hearing it squeal beneath her heel. Looking down, it was a normal rubber duck, untouched by the spread of glitches.

A monstrous roar filled the room as they all turned to face Slinks. It had snapped its head over to look at them, its many eyes locking onto them. And its many eyes… locked onto Kinger and Gangle.

Then, it pounced, shooting across the floor at them.

“NO!” Queenie shrieked, whipping around. Her hands were on Kinger’s petrified shoulders in an instant, and he yelped as she shoved the two of them away, them falling to the floor and skidding.

He was disoriented as he looked up, eyes wide. Both him and Gangle had looked up just in time to see Queenie getting tackled in their place, grabbed by beast and flung across the hall. “QUEENIE!” He screamed, watching in horror.

Just as soon as she had landed, she was picked up and tossed again, slammed into the floor with enough force that the tile was cracking. She looked up just enough to meet his gaze, seeing stars in her vision, and feeling her body shifting and changing. “Y-y-you-“ She stuttered out, but could not finish as she was picked up and thrown again.

Kinger stood up with Gangle still wrapped around him, hearing her sobs right beside him, and the screams of his wife in front of him. She was thrown down in front of them again, and he ran up to her, kneeling down. “Sugar-“ He tried holding his hand out.

“D-d-don’t t-touch m-e-e-!” She cried out, pulling her hand away. The pain of feeling her physical form distort was not going to distract her from the objective. “G-g-go outs-i-i-de, NOW-!” She screamed at them, right as a shadow loomed over her. “RUN-!” With that, she was ripped away from him once more.

Kinger scrambled to a stand, turning around, his chest pounding with every distorted yelp of pain that echoed behind him. He felt Gangle’s wrap around him get tighter as he ran away, praying that he’d be quick enough, begging himself to move faster. He knew his wife, and knew her well; she was more resilient and stable than anyone else there. Surely she could hold on, could she not?

The light of “day” made its way to their eyes, coming in through the entrance. The warm light felt cold in that terrible desperation as they exited the tent, looking up at the sky. “MOON! MADAME MOON!” Kinger screamed up at the stars, his voice cracking in his throat.

“Oh-? Oh, oh my, if it isn’t Caine’s little performers.” The sun reacted first, looking down at them. “Madame Moon, they’re asking for you.”

“Hmm?” The moon turned around next, looking down at them. “Well, hello, folks. What do you need?”

Her calm tone was close to agonizing to the king piece’s desperate mind. “Slinks abstracted, he’s attacking Queenie, geT CAINE NOW-!!” He screamed at her, waving his hands.

“Another abstracted performer? Hm, how tragic… I’ll call him.” She picked up a phone-like object seemingly out of nowhere, dialing a number in, not at all rushing. “Hellooo, Caine~ Your performers are asking for you.” They couldn’t hear Caine’s side of the phone, “…Yes, the circus ones. It’s the chess piece and the theater girl. Something about abstracting.” After a few seconds of silence, she put the “phone” down. “He’ll be here in-“

With that, Caine manifested into existence with Bubble by his side, right by the two toys. “Hello, Kinger and Gangle! Has somebody abstra-“

“SLINKS! SLINKS ABSTRACTED!” Kinger cried desperately at him. “THEY’RE ATTACKING QUEENIE!”

“Slinks is attacking Queenie? What a royal mess!” Bubble hummed as Caine descended to the ground.

“Well, let’s get this over with! Take me to them.” He invited them to lead him, and the chess piece whipped around, running away.

Getting inside, Caine seemed like he could sense the glitched form. “There’s a big worm if I’ve ever felt one!” He held his hand out, and just like that, a snake-like amalgam was floating towards them. A hole opened up on the floor in front of him, and Slinks was lowered into it, sent down into the cold cellar. “Well, that’s that taken care of!”

Gangle suddenly dropped down to the floor, letting go of Kinger and sobbing. The emotions of the past forty minutes caught up to her all at once as she bawled loudly, and as much as he wished he could’ve, the chess piece could not stay. He ran away from her, up to the area where the disaster had happened, until he saw the cracks in the walls and tile.

“Queenie- Queenie!” He yelled out, looking desperately around. Everything that had been littered around was glitching violently, even some of the floor, and it worried him. He couldn’t see his wife anywhere. “Queenie!” He called out again, his eyes landing on an open, but glitched door. ‘She got away-!’ He thought upon seeing it, running over. Pushing it open by the unaffected handle, he looked inside. “Queenie- -!”

Queenie was laying down against the wall, her eyes barely open. He was horrified to see that she was not only distorting and dizzied, but morphing; part of her body had turned into black mass, eyes already faintly glowing in it.

“K-k-ki-in-g-e-er-?” Her voice was barely recognizable throughout stutters and distortions.

“Oh- oh god, oh god, Queenie!” He ran up and fell to his knees before her, terror and worry in his eyes. “Sugarplum, what happened to you?!”

“S-s-s-l-i-nk-s w-w-wa-as… Vi-vi-vic-io-o-us.” She let out, barely able to pick up her head from the floor.

He looked down at her, watching as the black amalgam enveloped her lower half. “No- no, no, no, this can’t be happening, I… I’ll get Caine, he’ll fix you, I-“ He jumped to a stand, only to be stopped.

“I-i-it w-o-n-n-t-t mat-at-atter.” Queenie let out, her voice straining terribly. “C-C-caine ca-a-n FIX-! Gl-gl-glit-t-ch-in-ing, b-bu-t-t I-I’m-m al-al-alr-e-a-d-d-dy a-a-ab-abst-ra-ra-cti-n-g.” As she spoke, the darkness crawled up her torso, and a small tear formed in her eye. “It-it-it hu-u-r-t-s-!” Her voice got more shrill at that sentence.

Kinger stared at her in horror, his face paling as she distorted right in front of him. “What do you- what should I do for you-?” He asked her, shaking.

She shut her eyes for a moment, taking a deep, and still chopped up breath. “…M-m-ma-k-k-e s-u-re-re nob-b-bod-d-y ge-t-t-s hu-hu-hur-t be-c-c-caus-s-e o-f-f-f m-me.” She let out, opening her eyes again. “G-g-ge-t-t C-C-a-ine-! T-to p-put m-me in-n th-the-the cell-ell-ar.”

“No-!” He blurted out, “I can’t- I can’t get him to do that to you, sugarplum, I love you, I-“

“K-k-kin-n-ge-r-!” She yelled at him, making him freeze up. She felt it crawl further up her body, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “L-l-i-st-ten t-to m-m-me, d-do it-t. I-I-I l-lov-e-e you-u t-to-o-o.”

“…Okay.” He let out, his voice shaking as he backed up.

She gave him the closest thing to a smile that she could. “…R-r-u-n.” The distortion climbed up enough to reach the base of her neck, and she shut her eyes.

“-!” He let out a quiet, fearful sound, and then turned away, running out of the room. “Caine- CAINE!” He ran back through the area that was struck by tragedy, past glitched objects. “CAINE!” He screamed out.

He found Caine with the others, who had gathered around now that Slinks was gone. “Kinger! Where’s the queen, eh?” Jax said, using Ragatha as an armrest.

The chess king completely ignored him. “Caine-!” He yelled desperately, now with everyone’s attention on him. “Queenie- she’s, she- I-“ He stuttered and panted, the vision of her appearing in his mind as he rested his hand on his head.

“Oh dear, DOOOON’T TELL ME! Someone else has abst-“

An otherworldly growl came down the hall. Kinger pulled his hand off of his face, turning around as everyone else did. “-!” There was a scream of fear from one of them as a door far away crashed open, as well as the wall around it. Out with it came her, an amalgamated form of darkness that barely resembled her beloved form anymore, with eyes on every place they shouldn’t have been, locking onto the group. Queenie, now abstracted.

“Aaaand that’s another person going STRAAAAIGHT TO THE CELLAR!” Caine announced, the pit opening up in front of him. The morphed queen piece was not able to get close to them before she was picked up, screaming desperately in the air, and then sent down below.

“That was… Queenie-?!” Ragatha gasped, putting her mitts over her mouth.

“What-?!” Gangle cried out, tears still pouring from her eyes. “Queenie abstracted?!”

“Very unfortunate, but now all of the abstracted forms are gone! I’ll find a replacement for Slinks soon.” Caine floated over everyone, standing in front of them. “By golly goodness, look at this mess!” He motioned at the sea of glitching objects and snapped his fingers, and in an instant, they were fixed.

Kinger was completely silent, staring emptily in front of him. Everything had happened horribly, achingly fast, and those around him barely acknowledged it. “…” He looked down at his hands, at the colorful pipe cleaner ring, feeling a deep-rooted heaviness inside him.

“Kinger..?” A soft voice was the first one to speak to him, and he felt everyone else’s gazes on him. “…I’m… sorry…” Gangle squeaked out slowly.

He didn’t turn to look at her, still staring at the ring. He’d lost her, all of her, in an instant. Something inside of him felt like it was breaking, and his eye twitched for a second, his body starting to tremble again. “I’d like to go back to my room now.” He said suddenly, looking up. Before anyone could say anything else, he turned away, walking slowly towards the dorms.

“…Wow, I expected a lot more from him.” Jax said after a bit of watching him walk away. “I mean, his wife dies, and he just leaves?” He turned to Ragatha, pointing away.

She didn’t respond, only giving him a serious look. Instead of entertaining him, she walked up to Gangle. “…Should we hold a funeral for her? I know she meant something to all of us.” She asked, looking at Caine. “CAN we hold a funeral for her?”

“In spirit, maybe! But in this digital world, in order to keep the place appropriate for all ages, we avoid depicting grim topics such as death, graveyards, and funerals!” He turned to her, speaking loudly.

Her face scrunched at him, frowning. “Yeah, yeah…” With that, she looked at Gangle. “…I’m sorry.” She tried putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Sh-she reminded me a lot of my mother…” The ribbon girl mumbled quietly, “And Kinger reminds me of my dad, I… I hope he ends up okay.” She looked down the nearby hallway.

“…Hey, wait, how do you remember your parents? I thought we all forgot about our-“ Jax started,

“Would you shut your mouth for once?” Kaufmo interrupted, getting an offended glare back.

“Hey, Caine!” Bubble floated up to its companion, holding a paper in its maw. “We oughta write this all down on their character sheets, shouldn’t we?” On the first page was a written guide for everything about Slinks, and another page behind it was for Queenie.

“Gadzooks, you’re right, Bubble!” He took the paper, looking for a specific section. “Now where is it… Ah, here!” He manifested a pen out of nowhere, holding the page closer to himself.

In the section labeled “date of abstraction,” he wrote April fifteenth, 19XX.

#tori’s art tag #tori’s writing tag #the amazing digital circus #cyberaxolotl’s month of macabre 2023 #<- for horror elements and because i put it there on AO3 #tadc queenie #tadc queener #only tagging that in case some people are still going through that tag #tadc kinger #kinger x queenie #tadc gangle #tadc jax #hiii tadc fandom. this is all you’re getting from me

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A Very Happy Christmas

A/N: Sorry, this has taken me so long to write. It’s been a chaotic week or so. My mother has kept me busy working on making this a good Christmas for my nephew and I guess trying to keep our minds off this being our first Christmas without my grandmother, her mother. So yeah, finally got some time to myself that I can sit and focus on writing. Hope you enjoy this one.

With love, Queenie.

Warning: This will contain terribly written smut that will most likely be out of character for our cherished Happy. Please proceed with caution. There will be talk of unprotected intercourse in this fic. Please always wrap it before you tap it, unless you are in a committed relationship and KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt both consenting parties are clean. This ends my PSA portion of this warning. (Hopefully this will get me comfortable with writing smut for this character so it can be included in one of the Lexie and Happy chapters.)

Master List

Y/N had had a hard year. She ended up moving into a small California town that reminded her of ‘Mainstreet America’. It was almost all family owned and operated everything except for the police station, which was run by the county, and the local garage, that was run by the town’s motorcycle club, the Sons of Anarchy.

It was early spring when Y/N moved into her small home in the quiet town. As she was settling herself in her new hometown, she would occasionally bump into the members of the MC here and there. She would always offer each member a kind smile and she would usually receive a nod in return from each man.

It had been eight weeks since moving in that Y/N was nose deep in her grocery list and not paying attention when she literally ran into one of the leather clad men. On instinct she automatically starts apologizing before even looking up to see which one she had run into. Fortunately for Y/N, she had run into one of the friendlier men who introduced himself as Tig.

Tig did his best to calm the stammering and flustered Y/N down as she had heard enough from the other townsfolk to know what the Sons were and had been told by most to avoid their bad side. After many failed subtle attempts to calm her he finally out of desperation raised his voice to her and clapped a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Doll! Look it’s okay really. I get it, we were both in our own little world instead of paying attention to the world around us. If you are that upset and intent on making it up to me, why don’t you come out to TM tonight for a party. We always enjoy having a pretty face around…”

Y/N blushed at his invitation and tried to refuse saying she didn’t really belong there, but Tig ended up insisting and ultimately winning out. He offered her a smile and a wink before going on his way.

Later Y/N was in her home getting ready for what she expected to be an uncomfortable evening of being a wall flower at a MC party. Questioning why she even let the blue-eyed man talk her into going in the first place. She sighed to herself, shook her head as she finished dressing, and got ready to go.

Y/N went to the party at the clubhouse and surprisingly enjoyed herself she got to know some of the members and was invited back for the next party at the clubhouse to which she willingly agreed and attended.

This became Y/N’s weekly routine for several weeks, from late spring into the summer and into the early fall. In the early fall she was asked to start working in the office of the garage when the woman who had been working quit leaving the club in a bind.

This led to Y/N spending every day and most evenings including the Friday night parties, which she started spending talking to some of the members she had become friends with mainly Tig and another member called Chibs who was the President of the club, who enjoyed telling her the history of the club, or as much of it as he could tell an outsider at least.

Some more weeks pass and before everyone knows it it’s the Friday before Christmas and everyone was rushing around the garage trying to complete last minute plans and things before that night’s party. Y/N had been in the office until late in the evening, focused on the paperwork that needed to be finished not noticing the club’s festivities had already begun around her. Nor had she noticed the club Sargent at Arms slipping quietly into the office to see why she had yet to join them.

Happy Lowman was a quiet man in nature, he was more actions than words type. He knew that Y/N was alone in the world and that’s why she had moved to Charming. To get away from all those memories. Happy did his best to keep his distance from her as he didn’t want to complicate things for either of them, but the few times he had gotten close to her he could almost feel the sadness that rolled off her. And while he was told on many occasions that he was heartless; it wasn’t true and being around Y/N proved it to him and every other person who saw them interact.

Happy was concerned when he had noticed that Y/N wasn’t partying with the rest of the club and it’s hang-arounds, he was secretly relieved to see that she had let herself get engulfed in the paperwork in the Teller-Marrow office. He had feared she had snuck away to her lonely little home to avoid all the ruckus that was going on across the clubhouse.

He stood for a few moments waiting to see if Y/N would notice him on her own, he didn’t want to startle her, but she wasn’t looking up or paying attention to anything but the forms in front of her. He stood a few steps away from her desk and gently cleared his throat with a soft growl before tapping lightly on the desk.

Y/N jumped lightly at the unexpected sound but on realize who the sound came from she offered up a small, sad smile, “Oh, Hap I’m sorry I didn’t notice you come in. I guess I got too engrossed in this mess…” Y/N gestured to pile of papers on the desk. Y/N did everything she could to ignore the little flutter in her chest, thinking it was from him startling her, not just him.

“I noticed.” He replied in his gruff tone but offered her a half smile to show her he was joking before perching himself on the edge of the desk next to her making sure to keep her undivided attention. “I noticed you weren’t at the party and got worried. I thought you skipped out on us this week.” He frowned gently as he finished his statement, the thought of her being alone in general didn’t sit right with him.

Y/N shook her head, “No haven’t skipped out yet, I wanted to get this all taken care of before I left for the night.” For some reason her voice was softer than normal, and she wasn’t sure why.

Hearing her all but admit she wasn’t planning on joining them for their party tonight upset Happy and in response he instinctively stiffened and pulled away from her form a moment getting up to stomp around the office pacing trying to form an argument that would convince her to stay with the club, with him tonight.

“So, you were planning on leaving without going to the clubhouse tonight. You tired of us already, Y/N?” he tried to hide his face from her as he spoke, he knew it had to be contorting in anger. Or at least he thought it was anger because he was definitely not hurt at the thought of her wanting to be alone instead of with the club or him. He almost rolled his eyes at himself for thinking like this

Y/N frowned and shook her head, “Hap, I’m not in the right headspace for all of that tonight.” She paused and gestured toward the clubhouse. “Those people in there want to have a good time and they want to have fun and well Tig is in that mix, so you know at least one of them wants sex.” She chuckled dryly and is joined by Happy who knows his brother all too well. “Happy, I just don’t want to bring any of them down, including you. I’m not in a people friendly mood.”

This time Happy growled louder this time, and his annoyance showed not only in his growling but on his face too. Y/N noticed his expression on his face and tensed up, which he noticed and started mentally kicking himself. The last thing he wanted was her on the defensive.

Standing Y/N rested her hands on the edge of the desk, “Look Happy, I don’t know what you want…”

Before Y/n could complete the thought Happy closed the space between them and backed Y/N against the wall of the small office, boxing her in with his strong tan arms. His horse voice harsh but quiet enough for only Y/N to hear, “You.”

Y/N looked up at Happy, eyes wide from the surprise of his confession. “Hap….”

Happy didn’t let her speak further, before she knew it his lips were on hers and his tongue was making its way into her mouth to dance with her tongue. Y/N placed her hands on his chest not to stop him, instead seeking another point of contact, Happy took an arm and placed it around her waist pulling her flush against him. He lets out a possessive growl as he kisses down her neck. And slips his hand under Y/N’s shirt wanting skin to skin contact resting his hand in the small of her back and gently started directing her toward the couch that was against the wall of the office.

Y/N started to lightly push against his chest, wanting him to pause his actions only momentarily.

Happy took a step back with an almost hurt expression flashing across his face and he watched hers for a clue as to why she would stop him.

As she caught her breath her cheeks flushed and her voice shook, “Hap, as much as I am all for this,” she paused to gesture between the both of them, “to happen… Could it maybe not happen here in the office? I’m not really an exhibitionist and I’d prefer to not have your brothers walk in on us in the act, so to speak….”

Y/N watched Happy, knowing he wasn’t a man of many words hoping he would vocalize a response and not just storm off like she had witnessed him do in the garage prior to the moment. He had no plans on storming off this time.

Happy cleared his throat, “So you’re not saying, ‘No, stop completely’ you’re saying, ‘No, not here’, correct?” Happy watched Y/N closely for any hint of hesitation when she responded. There was none when she nodded confirming his thought process. He spoke again, “And you aren’t saying ‘no not now’ right?” Again, he searched her face and again she nodded. This time he nodded and looked at her with a smirk on his face, paused for only a second, scooped her up throwing her over his shoulder. Giving her a quick playful sway across her bottom as she protested his method of moving this to another location and carried her off to his dorm in the club house.

As he walked through the door of the clubhouse everyone stopped and looked to see who Happy had over his shoulder and carrying away like a Viking with his war prize. Those partying shared hoots and hollers which only made Y/N blush and tell Happy that this was not exactly what she meant when she said she wanted a change of atmosphere for what he had in mind.

Once they reached Hap’s dorm, he put her down and kicked the door shut behind him. Backing Y/N toward the bed he shrugged off his Cut off and laid it on the dresser in the room and kicked off his boots before turning his attentions back to Y/N.

He started kissing her again, this time he started working on removing Y/n’s clothes as she worked on removing his. Her shirt was removed and then his. He unbuttoned her pants, and she unbuckled his belt. They separated long enough to each remove their jeans. They both took a step back to admire the sight of each other almost naked. Y/N’s eyes widened at the hardening shape in Happy’s boxers and Happy smirked at Y/N’s Tiffany Blue Lace bra and panty set. Happy usually preferred his women in black but this shade of blue with Y/N’s skin tone might have just become his new favorite.

Licking his lips, he closed the space again with a smirk on his face as he started murmuring in Y/N’s ear asking her if she liked what she saw and telling her that she hasn’t seen anything yet. Before Y/n knows it, her bra has been unhooked and tossed to the side and Happy has his right hand on one of her breasts as Y/N ran a hesitant hand down Happy’s torso stopping at the waist band of his boxers.

Happy chuckled at her hesitation as he traced a finger across the waistband of her panties just lightly enough for his touch to tickle as he leaned into her ear to whisper to her, “It’s not gonna bite you, Little Girl.” He slipped his finger past the thin band of elastic that held her panties in place and into her slick fold to finding his target with ease rubbing her excited nub teasingly.

As Happy teased, Y/N went from feeling his torso to holding onto his arm for support to stay upright. Letting out a little gasp she felt her knees finally give out and buckle. Before she could drop Happy’s lightening quick reflexes had her on the bed safely and resumed teasing her, rubbing her nub, and working her into a frenzy. He watched her reach the edge and started murmuring to her again encouraging her to allow herself to fall over the edge into oblivion.

He upped his tactics and sent her over into bliss. He watched her through half hooded eyes as she came down from her orgasm, grinning to himself he removed her panties and then his boxers.

Y/N repositioned herself and looked up at him as he stood stark naked before her and opened her mouth preparing to take his length into her mouth, to take care of him but he stopped her. Telling her that there would be plenty of time for that later. He needed to feel her wrapped around him. As he stroked himself a few times as she lay back spreading her legs readying herself for what she knew was going to be the best sex of her life.

As he climbed on the bed, he positioned himself between her legs, stretching his long slender frame over her body so that he was face to face with her. Lining himself up at her wet core he asks if she’s ready for him waiting till he sees her nod, he leans down and gives her a deep kiss as he starts to thrust into her.

He was fully seated inside her in a few thrusts. She felt better than he had imagined, letting out a low growl and pausing to steady himself as well as giving Y/N time to adjust to his size. Y/N places her hands along Happy’s ribs and wiggles her hips to entice him to start moving again to which he obliges and starts off slow, increasing his pace evenly, kissing and watching Y/N’s face for cues when to speed up or change the angle. As he feels her close to that edge again, he starts talking to her telling her how gorgeous she looks coming undone underneath him and how good she feels around him.

After she peaks again and as she’s coming down from her high, he withdraws from her and flips her over onto her stomach, telling her to raise her hips. Once she was ready, he reentered her thrusting this time to reach his high. He starts off with a bruising grip on Y/N’s hips and a rough pace. As he chases his high, he moves a hand to her hair as she closes in on her next peak, she begs him to get rougher with her. He obliges out of instinct as he feels his own finish drawing near. As he feels himself drawing near his high, he mutters the curtesy ‘I’m close’ and receives encouragement from Y/N that mirrored what he gave her.

Happy roared to a finish deep inside of Y/N as she crested her own peak for the third time. Happy pulled out of Y/N spent and laid beside her on the bed, placing an arm over her when she tried to get up and leave. All he muttered was a gravely, “Stay…”

Y/N looked over her shoulder at Happy with a look of surprise, “But I thought….” Y/N stopped short with her words after seeing Happy’s face. His expression surprised her as it was outside of his normal gruff expressionless exterior. She could have almost mistaken it for adoration.

Happy shook his head and reached for Y/N’s hand, taking it in his, “Not with you, you I want to stay.” Letting go of her hand he took hold of the flat sheet that was on the bed and held it up silently inviting Y/N to climb in under it with him. “Please…”

Y/N sighed and nodded quickly before sliding in beside him. Happy laid the sheet over her, pulled her close and draped an arm over her abdomen. Holding her tight to him she spoke tenderly, “Hap, you planning on this being a serious thing? You wanting to keep me or something?”

Happy smiled at her and snuggled up a little closer to her, “If you’ll let me, Little Girl. I’d like this to be a serious kinda thing…” He paused waiting to see if Y/N made any attempts to stop him or turn him down, but she didn’t, so he continued, “Merry Christmas, Little Girl.”

The End

A/N part 2: I just want to apologize for how terribly that smut session was written I am not yet a proficient smut author and am still very awkward with the whole organizing of the smut scene. This is something I am still sorta new at and as much smut as I have read over the years you would think I’d have pick up a thing or two from those novels and fics. But if you’ve made it this far, I want to say Thank you for tolerating the terrible attempt you just read. I know if I write it more, I will improve and I am hoping to write more in the future. Much love, Queenie!

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Did someone ask for Lee!Gabe?? No?? Well, you’re getting him anyway! Enjoy!

“Ugh.. I’m beat..” Gabe groaned, throwing himself into Hank’s couch. “Thanks for letting me crash here for the night, big guy.”

The specialist smiles at him, and sits down next to him. “It’s no problem, Gabe. I know how hard you’ve worked today. If you drove yourself home, you might have gotten into a crash.”

“Nahhh, I wouldn’t have let that happen. Resurgam needs me, after all. Even though Eisha doesn’t really seem to think so…” He muttered out that last part.

“Huh?” Hank looked at him. “What do you mean? What did the chief say to you?”

Gabe’s face flushed pink. “Uh.. don’t worry about it, Hank. It’s just some personal shit going on between her and I.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Hank. I’m sure. Can we.. drop that, please?”

He backed off, not wanting to make his friend mad. “Of course, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it, big guy. I’ll get over it. But.. thanks for your concern.”

Hank didn’t like the silence that followed that sentence. He knew that something the chief said really bothered him, and he knew that almost nothing bothered Gabriel Cunningham.

“And thank you, again, for letting me spend the night here.” He smiles.

“Aw, it’s no problem, Gabe, you’re always welcome here!” Hank laughs, nudging his side with his elbow.

The diagnostician makes a sudden squeak noise upon contact. “Hank!”

“Huh? Oh- I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Hank asked, completely oblivious to the fact that the squeak Gabe made was not in a painful tone.

“N-No- No you didn’t hurt me.. you uh- you just startled me.”

The specialist looks at his friend, and sees the embarrassed flush on his face. “Gabe, are you..”

“D-don’t you finish that question-!”

He looked even more suspicious now.

“…Ticklish?”

“N-No! I’m not tick-GAH!” He was tackled to the other end of the couch by the stronger man. “H-Hank! Big guy, c’mon! I’m tired and not in the mood for- g-gahahahahames!!!” He started to giggle when Hank gently tickled his ribs. “Hahahahahahank!!!”

He just smiles as he continues the gentle tickles. “So.. you’re NOT ticklish? What’s so funny then, Gabe?” He teases, going up and down his ribs like a piano.

“Bwahahahahahah-! St-Stahahah- Stahahahahap ihihihihit!!” Gabe squealed, twisting side to side to get away from his playful coworker.

“Hmmm.. I don’t think so. Let’s see where else you’re ticklish.” Hank grabs a hold of one of Gabe’s legs and attacks the back of his knee.

“GACK-! Hahahahahahahahah- HAHAHAHAHAHNK!!”

Hank cackled along with him. “Hmm, what do we have here? Don’t squirm so much, Gabriel! Let the doctor do his job! I’m trying to check the bones in your leg!”

“Nohohohohohoho yohohohou’re nahahahahat!!” The diagnostician squawked, trying to wiggle his leg out of Hank’s grip. “Yohuhuhuhuhu jeheheheherk- KAHAHAHAHAH!!”

That’s when Hank found his hips.

“Oh? Bad spot?” Hank teased, squeezing Gabe’s hips.

“STAHAHAHAP-! STOHOHOP STOP STOP!! IHIHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUP-!” The black haired man cackled, head thrown back and mirthful tears pouring out of his eyes. His cheeks were flushed a warm shade of pink.

Hank went to his sides. He wasn’t done yet. “Hehe, okay, noted. Hips are a sweet spot.”

“HAHAHANK!! Stahahahahahp tihihihihickling mehehehe!!”

“Tell ya what.. I’ll stop tickling if you tell me what the chief said to you today that made you so upset. Deal?”

“Hahahahahah- ihihihit’s nahahaht evehehehen a bihihihig dehehehal, bihihihig guy!” He complained, struggling to get away, the bigger surgeon was too strong for him.

“Alright, Gabe.. have it your way.” Was the last thing he heard before all hell broke loose, and Hank crept his fingers into his armpits.

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAH-! NAHAHAHAHAH- NAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Gabe shrieked, wiggling even more. “HAHAHAHAHANK!!! PLEHEHEHASE!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHE PIHIHIHIHITS!!!”

“Whohohoa-!” This shocked the bigger man. “Ahh, so this is the killer spot, huh? Good to know.” He chuckles, dodging Gabe’s flailing and punching. “You going to give up now? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Gabe finally broke, and threw up the white flag. “OKAHAHAHAHAY!!! OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHY!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!!!IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHEHELL YOU!! JUHUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEHEASE- STAHAHAHAHAHP!!” He wheezed.

With that, Hank ceased his tickle attack and let his friend fall back on the couch, giggling and panting.

“Yohuhuhuhu… are such.. ahahahan ahahahass..” Gabe giggled out, trying to recompose himself. “That was.. totally unfair, big guy..”

Hank only smiled innocently at the other man, fighting back laughter as he watched the diagnostician royally pout at him.

“Alright, out with it, Gabe. Or..” He wiggles his fingers at him. “We’ll start round 2. I know which spots to tickle this time.

“N-No! No no! I’ll talk!” He panicked, then sighed. “It’s.. it’s stupid, Hank.. but.. I pissed off Eisha for the millionth time and she made an offhand comment about how RONI would be an excellent replacement for me, since it’s ‘smarter and more talented’ than I am… that… she could replace me in a heartbeat…”

Hank was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. “Gabe… I don’t think the chief really meant that… She was probably just heated.”

“Oh, no? You try talkin’ to her, then! I’m just.. so SICK of having to prove myself to her. Nothing I do in my work is good enough for her! I don’t care if she’s my boss, she can kiss my ass!”

“Okay, okay..” The bigger man tried to calm him down. “Breathe..”

He covers his face with his hands, trying not to show Hank that he was starting to cry.

Gabe NEVER cries.

“G-Gabriel? Are you.. crying-“

“N-No!!” He shouted in his hands.

Hank took his wrists and gently pulled them away from his face. “Yes, you are. Gabe… come here.”

“H-huh-? Hm!”

Hank pulled him into a very tight hug. That’s when he lost his composure once more, and began sobbing.

“C’mon, this isn’t like you.. *hug* Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand when my beloved friends cry.”

“I’m- I’m sorry. I- Heh.. kind of lost my cool there..” He chuckles, wiping his tears away. “D-Don’t worry, I’m fine now.”

“Gabe.. c’mon now. It’s alright to cry. I won’t make fun of you. You’re my friend. Just let it out.”

His eyes started to water up again. “N-N-No I- *sniffle* Wh-why did she have to say that to me??” He sobbed, hugging his friend back. “I’m trying, damn it!”

“Hey, it’s alright.. it’s okay.” The specialist was baffled. He had never seen his friend like this. He never cries. What Eisha said must’ve really gotten to him.

They sat there for a good while. Hank did his best to calm his friend down and comfort him.

“You alright, Gabe?”

“Y-yeah.. *sniffle* I’m alright. Thanks, big guy..”

He smiles. “Hey, anything for a friend. I’ll even go with you tomorrow to talk to the chief.”

“You’d really do that?”

“Of course!” He laughs, pulling Gabe closer.

Gabe smiles, leaning back into the couch. “Thank you, Hank.”

“No problem.”

He was really grateful to have such a good friend by his side.

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