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sytoran · 7 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟓 — 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

kinktober day 005 | mermaid!wanda x pirate!reader

as captain of a notorious gang of pirates, you've got a reputation of steel, but when there's a pretty little mermaid presenting herself for you, there's no chance in hell you're not saying yes.

cont. sweet talk, begging, humiliation, overstimulation word count. 2178

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“Righto, fellas, so we got sixty ducats – twenty doubloons, is it?” Bucky asks lackadaisically, tossing gold coins up and down with his good hand.

A loud guffaw surrounds the group of you huddled around the campfire. You shake your head with a toothy grin at your right-hand man’s idiocy. Even the least educated pirates in your gang knew what sixty divided by two was.

You reach over and knock the side of Bucky’s head with your bloodied knuckles. “That brain cavity wouldn’t make a drinkin’ cup for a canary, buddy.”

“Aw, kiss my boot, ya fuckin’ cunt-licker,” the dark-haired man grumbles in response, still playing with his shiny gold coins. He playfully punches your arm his prosthetic one.

In record timing, you whip out your dagger from your cow-skin belt and pierce the hole in Bucky’s coin midair, pinning the coin to the nearest tree with a deadly aim.

“Cunt-licker is right,” you say smugly, going to ruffle Bucky’s already shaggy hair. The impressed hoots and jeering taunts at your dagger-throwing skills are all good-hearted, as is the general atmosphere within your gang.

The lot of you were specialists in your craft, the most formidable and deadly in the piracy industry. Five years ago, you had claimed the largest plot of land that was the very island you lived on with your mates. Tu’Au was surrounded by the freshest of ocean water and the most gorgeous of views.

There was also a legend of the mystical mermaids that lived beneath Tu’Au, but you didn’t believe any of that bosh and bullshit about supernatural creatures. You’d believe it when you saw one with your very own eyes.

“Yall’ finish up counting our loot for the day, I’m gonna take a walk by the shore,” you say, adjusting the piece of tobacco between your lips and then dusting off your pants. “Don’t let Buck do the counting.”

“Got it, boss,” Steve answers promptly, ever the loyal one. Bucky rolls his eyes.

Loveable idiots, you think, tossing your hat to the side. Strolling away from the main camp, you finally take a deep inhale of that tobacco, smoke trailing off into the orange sunset.

As you walk along the shore, bare feet on the wet sand, you look up and close your eyes. It was times like these that were simple, times like these that you never wanted to end—

“I said, get away from me! Please, just leave me alone!”

A feminine, desperate cry from the distant ocean has you blinking open your eyes in sudden alertness, darting to the source of the sound.

From a short distance to shore, there is chaos occurring within the waters. What seems to be a muscular, bare-chested man is swimming inhumanly fast towards a significantly smaller-sized woman with long, cascading hair.

Though both of them certainly spoke like regular humans, there was a certain way about their moving in the waters and tremendous presence that had you second-guessing yourself.

“Get back here, you good for nothin’! You’ll make up your mind when I fuckin’ want you to!”

He’s yelling foul words at her, catching up to her already, clearly incredibly unpleased. Suddenly, the man dives down, and you catch sight of a shimmering blue tail above the waters before it disappears.

Hang on a damn moment. Merfolk are real?

But before your brain can process what you truly just saw, the merman reemerges much closer to the mermaid, massive gold spear in a vice grip.

As if a gear was kicked into motion, you sprint towards the water. Kicking up water as you run through the shallow part of the ocean, you stumble but never slow down, eyes set on the target. It’s prey-or-predator right now, either conquer the enemy or die trying.

The said target has got the mermaid in his massive arms, wrapping around her torso and forcefully dragging her back into the deep waters. Her strangled cries get muffled by the water, cries and pleas ringing in your ears.

Just before you dive into the water, your hand flies to that trusty weapon holster, and a sharp dagger flies at the merman with an air-cutting, brutal force. “Y/N bullseye L/N,” you remember Bucky saying with a stupid grin on his face. “Never misses a shot.”

A millisecond before your plunge into the ocean, the stunning blue eyes of the mermaid meet yours, and you lose all the air in your lungs.

You’ve never seen anything like it, never laid your eyes upon such a breathtaking beauty before. Blue eyes deeper than the depths of the ocean, sparkling more than the brightest of glimmering stars,

An agonized cry from the merman hauls you out of your trance. The dagger struck him directly in the right eye, just as expected, just as you had calculated. Opaque red blood comes out in spurts, and his hands release the mermaid and go to clutch at his eye.

Your arms glide in the water, smooth and cutting, bringing you closer to the struggling pair.

Seizing the moment of the merman’s distractedness, you wrap your arms around the mermaid. You immediately notice the way she sinks into your embrace, head drooping to lean against your chest as you struggle to move through the water.

You really try to not think too hard about the lithe body in your arms. It was proving to be an incredibly difficult task.

After your hell of an escapade, you have the mermaid girl propped up against the wet rocks. It takes a while for you to notice that you’re on all fours above her, panting heavily with wide eyes and a drenched white shirt.

When you do realise it, though, you get off her immediately, clearing your throat awkwardly. So much for being a scary pirate.

“You alright?” you ask instead, fiddling with the collar of your white shirt. It had gotten drenched while you were in the water, along with all your clothes and your hair.

You were having a hard time trying to avoid looking at her chest since it was literally in front of you.

“You saved me,” the mermaid finally speaks, eyelashes wet with drops of water, her voice softer and sweeter than you could ever have imagined. You get a bit lost in the delicacy of her red lips as she stares back at you.

“Right,” you answer, your throat suddenly dry.

“What is your name, human?” the mermaid asks, hand going to stroke at the curvature of your jawline that was dotted with droplets of water. The touch was honey-like.

“Y/N. How ‘bout you?”

“Wanda.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Prettier than me?”

“No,” you answer a little too quickly, voice a little hoarser than before. Your eyes dart around to focus on anything but the ethereal mermaid before you, but soon they land on a wound at her tail.

“Oh, shucks, you’re bleeding. I’ll go get bandages an’ stuff from base,” you say, looking at the nasty wound on the tip of Wanda’s tail, incarnadine blood leaking out of it.

“Don’t go,” the mermaid suddenly says, and there’s this little begging lilt to her voice that messes up your brain chemistry. “I mean, mermaids have healing properties, so you don’t have to go,” she mumbles, looking away with her cheeks flushed. Cute.

“That’s cool,” you answer, leaning back to let your hands run over the tip of her tail. Just like she said, the wound heals itself, slowly stitching back that scaly-smooth skin with a magical touch.

You give her tail a long stroke, running your fingers through the little scales that decorate this new thing you’d like to explore.

“Hng,” a little whimper suddenly escapes from the mermaid, and the both of you freeze. It’s a fine line between comedy and erotica.

You rub at her tail again, harder this time, and Wanda lets out a louder moan.

You start massaging her tail, hands spreading out over the sensitive area, kneading gently. Wanda’s face is absolutely flushed, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, the prettiest thing you’d ever seen.

“Kiss me?” she asks, breathlessly, and you don’t have to be told twice.

Warm mouths meet in an inferno of lust, Wanda’s head tilting up to meet yours, your head tilting down to chase hers. The moment you taste the sweetness of her lips, a trigger is flicked inside of your brain, and your body kicks it into overdrive.

Your hands tug off the seashell bra with unbridled haste, flinging it behind you without a care in the world. Wanda squeaks against your lips at your sudden boldness, hands going to encircle the back of your neck.

But that’s before you’re grabbing both her wrists with one hand and pinning it above her head against the wet rock. She moans as your lips make their way down the column of her porcelain, leaving red hickeys into the pale canvas like it was a work of art.

It was true, to a certain extent, because this mermaid before you was a work of art: brown hair splayed onto the wet rock like something out of a Renaissance painting, water droplets across her eyelids, breathing and panting your name, hips moving helplessly under your stronger body, trying to chase a fraction of the pleasure that you’re dangling out of reach.

Your mouth latches on to her supple breasts with eagerness, lips wrapping around her hardened bud. Wanda lets out a shriek when you suck on it, hard. As a mermaid, the sensations and emotions that they felt were many times that of a human, and you were making it no easier for her.

“N-Need you,” Wanda pleads, when you flick at her other pretty pink nipple, admiring how her body arches along with the sensation.

“Need me where?” you ask, a lust-coated rasp in your voice, edged with a tone of teasing that has Wanda’s head spinning.

You finally release her hands, and Wanda grabs your right hand with certainty, sliding it down her shuddering body and scaled tail to where a pussy would be.

Instead, your fingertips find a hot, wet, slit.

“Fuck,” you growl into Wanda’s skin, lost in the sheer thoughts of how much you could ruin her.

“Please?” Wanda begs again, giving you the biggest doe eyes she could. You didn’t need any convincing, anyway.

“All this for me?” You ask, ruthlessly plunging two fingers into her dripping slit. It’s warm and wet, and so tight. Your fingers explore, straightening out then curling in, going in big circles then in smaller ones.

All through your unabashed exploration of Wanda’s cunt, the pretty little mermaid is left completely at your mercy. She’s writhing, never been touched like this before.

“S’ too, too much,” she babbles incoherently when you slide a third finger in, thrusting in and out of her gorgeous little cunt like it’d be the last time you’d get to do this. Because in all honesty, it might be.

That thought alone spurs you on to go even faster, playing with Wanda’s body like a fiddle, making all the right noises with the right fingerings.

“Y/N,” she cries, long fingernails ripping the back of your vest to shreds. You don’t give a damn about it.

Turns out, mermaids have several sweet spots, because you’re finding all of them and breaking her with it.

“Gonna cum already?” you ask, “Needy little thing, hm? Couldn’t even wait five minutes?” Wanda tries to shake her head, but your other hand is stroking the length of her tail.

“Come f’me, sweet thing.”

Those words send her over the edge, snapping the knot that had been building in her belly.

“Y/N!” Wanda screams, a melodious tune, hands clawing at the edges of the rocks, then the back of your neck, all while her head is thrown back. Her tail is flapping in a state of no control, lost in the pleasure you’re feeding her.

Acknowledging the delicious tightening of Wanda’s mermaid slit around your three fingers, you opt to instead go at an even faster pace, fingers thrusting deeper into her body, because you wanted every inch of it.

“Y/N,” Wanda sobs, because she sees stars. Those brilliant blue eyes getting teary with your relentless pace. The tears escape the corners of her eyes and cascade down her cheeks like a waterfall.

It’s a sight you’d imprint into your memory forever, when Wanda’s ocean blue eyes roll into the back of her head and her little mermaid body goes limp in your arms.

You admire her for many moments, at how she had made you fuck her silly, at how she was yours now.

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“Why’re you smilin’ like a baked possum?” Bucky asks you once you head back to camp. It’s early the next day, still dark out in the wide seas. He’s sprawled out on a wide hammock, sharpening a knife. Steve is cuddled into his chest.

Your lips curve into a stupidly smug smirk. “Not that you would know a dime about pussy, but remember what you said about cunt-lickers?”

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dumbestthingiveeverheard · 10 months

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Dumbest Thing I've Ever Heard: 7/18/2023

Third Place: J.D. Vance

While talking on Fox News about the current conflict between Russia and Ukraine, Vance said the following:

The United States has the largest military budget in the world and is so overblown that at one point in 2016 CIA backed groups in Syria were fighting with Pentagon backed groups in the same country, but suddenly--as soon as it becomes time to defend a small democratic country against a large imperial force--we run out of money.

The same interview saw him saying this:

I don't even feel like I need to add commentary, Aaron Rupar did it for me.

Second place: Jesse Watters of Fox News

Speaking on The Five last night, Jesse said the following about the recent heatwaves all across the country:

The left rushing to blame global warming for that dangerous heatwave gripping the nation and the world right now.

Next you'll tell me they blame bullets when somebody dies of a bullet wound. In case any of you are curious, Jesse did not explain how this was unrelated to climate change--instead he and his buddies decided to just spend the next five minutes mocking some activists in Germany who glued their hands to airports to protest climate change. Maybe if the protesters stormed the German Parliament The Five would have had more respect for them.

Winner: Marjorie Taylor Greene

I'm just going to quote from Kiel James Patrick's recent Press Conference:

Over the weekend, the Congresswoman, Majority Leader Taylor Greene, criticized Bidenomics as being in line with FDR's creation of Social Security, and Lyndon Johnson's creation of Medicare. She also bizarrely attacked Bidenomics because it's reducing poverty in rural areas. We agree with her all around, all around on this. We are opposed to rural poverty, and the President is committed to protect Medicare and committed to protect Social Security, as you heard from him over and over again over the past several months. Now, to be fair, we are aware of her misgivings about Medicare and Social Security because she's a member of the Republican Study Committee, which recently, again, proposed cutting those very benefits. But this is the first time that we are aware of being attacked for trying to reduce rural poverty, although we probably should have seen that coming since Majority Leader Taylor Greene or Marjorie Taylor Greene is also trying to repeal the Inflation Reduction Act, policies that are responsible for high-paying manufacturing jobs coming back to her own district. Now, President Biden looks forward to visiting her district, as you've heard him say many times before, to highlight those good-paying jobs and the differences that they are making in the lives of real people on the ground.

Marjorie Taylor Greene, you've said the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Stray Kids Reaction | Cuddle Buddies But He Wants More [Request]

Stray Kids x GN!Reader

CHAN:

"Chan, please...You know I'm always awake at the same time as you but this ridiculous," You laughed as you sat on the sofa in his studio, he'd invited you to work with him during the night since you would normally curl up on the sofa together to get him to sleep, normally you were the only reason he could even settle down for the night.

"It's almost 6 am...You need at least one hour of sleep," You told him as you dragged him down onto the sofa, pushing him to lay down behind you before snuggling against him in the usual spooning position as he rested his head in your neck.

"Good night Channie," You whispered as you got comfortable with his arm around your waist,

"Good night Y/n, I love you." The room froze and your eyes shot open to stare at the wall in front of you as Chan wondered if you'd heard him.

"You love me?" You sat up and turned to look at him as he stared up at you, swallowing the large lump that was in his throat.

"I do...I have for a while," He admitted as he looked from you to your hands that were nervously playing with one another,

"We can't...I mean you're always busy...We agreed that cuddle buddies would be better...You don't have to worry about being busy all of the time." He placed his hands over yours to stop you from fidgeting too much and he smiled at you,

"I'll make time for you as I do now...I can't keep being your cuddle buddy when I feel this way for you." You thought it over as you realised lately, he had been spending more and more time with you than usual and taking a lot more breaks than he used to.

"W-We can try," You admitted as you snuggled back down beside him, he placed a small kiss on your cheek as you relaxed against his arms.

MINHO:

No one would have expected him to be your cuddle buddy never mind admitting that he had strong feelings for you, you figured he liked you as nothing more than a friend. The two of you just sort of clicked with one another and cuddled since you both hated anyone else touching you besides one another,

"So...If I asked you out, would you say yes?" He asked randomly one night when you were cuddled up together on the sofa in the dorms, you turned your head to look up at him, he wasn't looking at you. Instead, he was staring at the TV as it played a film the two of you were supposed to be watching, though now you were distracted by what he had just asked you.

"Is that your way of asking me out? If so...Then yes," You said casually before snuggling against his chest, his grip on you tightened and he left a small kiss on your shoulder.

"Good. Then we're dating." You smiled at the small exchange, although it wasn't anything huge and overly romantic it was the best feeling in the world to you, finally getting to date the guy you'd had a crush on for the longest time.

CHANGBIN:

"Oh look at him," Jisung teased as he walked into the hotel room he was sharing with Changbin to see him cuddling up to a pillow that was wearing one of your shirts that he'd stolen from you since they were going on tour.

"He misses them, what's wrong with that?" Chan laughed as he stood watching Changbin, he was on his phone barely noticing the boys in the room as he scrolled through your photos together.

"He's in love with them...He needs to tell Y/n before he can't control his feelings anymore," Jisung folded his arms over his chest and Chan raised his eyebrows at the boy,

"What makes you such an expert on this? How do you know he loves Y/n?" Jisung pointed over at Changbin as he took in a deep inhale of your scent before rolling over and jumping when he noticed the boys.

"Tell them. Message them right now," Jisung grumbled not wanting to listen to Changbin complain about how much he was in love with you and missed you the whole tour.

"I can't just drop something like this over a message, I have to wait until I'm back so we can talk it through," He mumbled at Jisung who rolled his eyes, falling down onto his bed as he ignored Changbi while coming up with a plan to tell you himself that Changbin wanted more than being cuddle buddies with you.

HYUNJIN:

Felix stared at you and Hyunjin from the door of the bedroom,

"What are you- Oh," Chan stopped as he saw you cuddled up beside Hyunjin, your head in his neck as you slept together. It had been a while since the boys had caught you together like this, Hyunjin must have asked you to go around in the middle of the night.

"Has he asked them out yet? I know he's been wanting to." The boys left the room while talking to one another, not realising that you and Hyunjin were awake the whole time and pretending to sleep so they would leave you alone.

"Hyunjin?" You sat up as you stared at him, he was turning redder by the second as he looked away from you.

"Is what they said true? You've been wanting to ask me out?" He nodded shyly still not looking at you, he knew that when you guys started to cuddle together it was just as friends. Nothing more and nothing less, you would cuddle up to one another, finding comfort in being able to hold someone and someone holding you.

"Hyunjin...Don't ignore me," You whined, poking his sides until he started laughing and fidgeting around on the bed not being able to stand getting tickled.

"Yes! Yes it's true," He groaned, rolling over onto his side to face you properly he knew this conversation was going to come out eventually he just wanted a little more time to prepare himself for it.

"So ask me then," You nudged him a little as you stared at him, giving no indication as to how you felt about the news of him wanting to ask you out.

"Will you go on a date with me? A real date, not just cuddling in the dorms?" You could see how nervous he was about asking you but you decided to pretend to think about it as if it hadn't been on your mind since the moment you and Hyunjin grew close as friends.

"Sure." You laughed softly, snuggling back down beside him and wanting to go back to sleep again.

JISUNG:

Jisung had been acting skittish since you got to the dorms earlier that night, it was almost four in the morning when meant you would have to leave soon enough and he knew that but neither of you had cuddled since you got there. The two of you had been best friends for years and lately, you'd grown to cuddle almost every minute of the day, your form of affection was touch and so was Jisung's. He would cuddle with you whenever he could, never wanting his feelings to get in the way but lately, he couldn't stop them. All he could think about was asking you to be his, every minute of every day and he was finally going to do it.

"I should go before Chan comes back from the studio..." You knew you weren't supposed to be there and if the leader of the group found you Jisung would be in trouble and you never wanted that.

"Wait-" Jisung reached out his hand and you took it, running your thumb along his knuckles as he nervously looked at your hands together and he knew it was now or never.

"Go out with me...I want more than this...More than just cuddling or hugging whenever we need it," You were shocked at the sudden hit that he wanted you to be more to him than a friend and you couldn't speak, racking your brain for the words to say to him.

"Forget I said it, you clearly don't feel the same." He rushed out shaking his head and without thinking about it you grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips.

"I'd love to go out with you." You whispered before getting up from the sofa,

"I'll come back tomorrow, promise." You whispered before sneaking out of the door to go home before Chan caught you together.

FELIX:

It was no secret to the boys that you and Felix were cuddle buddies, you were always around the dorms whenever Felix needed you or when you needed him. Neither of you could fall asleep without the other so they'd all gotten used to coming home from work to find you waiting for Felix.

"You guys still aren't dating? How long has it been now?" Minho laughed as he walked into the dorms to find you and Felix cuddling one another on the sofa as you faced one another. The colour drained from Felix's face as the question left Minho's lips, you stared at him waiting for him to confirm what Minho was talking about.

"You know they'll never date, Felix is too scared to say anything," Jisung laughed from the dorm room as you sat up on the sofa still holding eye contact with Felix as Minho narrowly escaped the room as Felix began stumbling over his words, the boys had been teasing him about telling you how he felt but he never would have imagined them doing it.

"You like me?" You questioned as you took his hand in yours, linking your fingers together as you waited for him to say something,

"I do," He whispered and you smiled, leaning forward to kiss his cheek softly.

"Good, I like you too," You admitted before going back to cuddling him on the sofa and watching a movie.

SEUNGMIN:

There was no denying that Seungmin had one of the largest crushes on you but he was never going to do anything about it, he didn't want something to spoil the good thing that was happening between you. You had been best friends since you were kids and cuddle buddies for a year now, you were always able to make his bad days good within a matter of seconds, he didn't want that to go away because he had a crush.

"It's not just a crush, Seungmin you're clearly in love with Y/n," Jeongin said as you walked into the dorms, you stood back not wanting to interrupt them,

"It doesn't matter if I'm in love with them, they'll never feel the same way for me." He mumbled as you felt your heart sink, without another thought about it you walked over to him and hugged him from behind. Kissing him on the shoulder as you snuggled your head into his back,

"Who said I wouldn't?" You whispered as Jeongin smirked, he knew you'd be coming to the dorms soon and decided that it was down to him to get Seungmin's feelings out in the open so you would finally do something about it.

JEONGIN:

Jeongin had known for a while that he wanted to be more than your cuddle buddy but he never knew how to tell you that so he let it continue on,

"I bought everything we're going to need for the next three nights," He said as he walked into your apartment, your bed was in the living room as you looked up at him. You'd just had major surgery on your knee so using the stairs to go to your bedroom wasn't an option, you weren't allowed to do much for yourself and as your best friend Jeongin put it upon himself to be your caretaker for the time you healed.

"Jeongin, you didn't-" He shushed you by handing you your favourite ice cream and going to put on your favourite movie, snuggling up beside you on the sofa as he made sure you were cuddled up enough and warm.

Within an hour you were asleep in his arms and he was watching you sleep peacefully,

"I love you Y/n...You don't have to know this...I just needed to tell you even if you're asleep right now," He pulled the blanket over you to make sure you were warm enough before he smiled,

"I love you too baby bread," You whispered as you opened one eye to look up at him, he was blushing deeply as he realised you weren't asleep.

"Get some sleep," You whispered as you reached up to kiss his jawline and snuggling down beside him.

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papipopsicle · 3 years

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

part eight?

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#fanfic #fanfiction #riverdale #archie andrews #archie x reader #archie andrews x reader #archie #Riverdale imagine #riverdale fluff #riverdale smut #riverdale imagines #archie imagine #fluff #smut

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theultimateultimateweapon · 3 years

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Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Hades (Chapter 3)

Kirby, King Dedede, and Waddle Dee boarded the battleship Halberd.

After hearing the story, they were surprised.

“Eh!? The Galaxia has been stolen!?”

“Troublesome, Meta Knight. I guess you weren’t careful…”

Dedede was going to laugh, but when he saw Meta Knight’s enraged mood, he quickly shut his mouth.

“Then, the Meta Knight I found was a fake but his sword was real. This is terrible!” Kirby said with a furious face.

“I hope no one else was hurt with the Galaxia. If it had a heart, I think it would be sad. I’m sorry for the Galaxia!” Waddle Dee was worried.

“He may be doing bad things on other stars. Maybe he’s going to disguise himself as Meta Knight, rampage, and damage Meta Knight’s reputation…”

Captain Vul nodded. “Well, I’m worried about that too. He may be trying to destroy Meta Knight’s honor. We need to act quickly…”

At that time, the communications desk rang.

When Axe Knight hit the switch, a surprising face was projected on the screen.

Captain Vul.

Everyone was shocked, seeing Captain Vul sitting next to Meta Knight.

Taken aback, the eagle stared at his face on the screen.

The Captain Vul on the screen said with a serious look, “Meta Knight, it’s a disaster! I was kidnapped by a bad guy and locked up. That eagle next to you is a fake and is aiming for your life!”

“What did you say!?”

The Meta Knights, upset, compared the two Captain Vuls.

Sword Knight said, stunned, “The voice is the same… which is the real one!?”

Captain Vul, sitting in his seat, shook his fists and shouted. “No, I am real! Don’t be fooled~!”

Captain Vul on the screen also shouted. “Believe me, Meta Knight! I’m the real Vul…”

“Stop this nonsense.” Meta Knight said in a cold voice to the screen. “I know the real Captain Vul is here. What do you want?”

“...”

The Captain Vul on the screen suddenly gave a fearless laugh.

“Hmm, I can’t help it. As you can guess, I’m not Captain Vul. I am the best disguise master in the universe, I can transform into anyone I’ve seen before. I am Beryl.”

“I don’t care about your name. Tell me what you want.”

“It’s about this,” Beryl showed off the Galaxia. “It’s a great sword, just like the legend says. Just swing it lightly and one thing will cut in two!”

Beryl shook the Galaxia and laughed. “If you want this guy to be returned, prepare 10,000 point stars.”

“What?”

“Isn’t this your favorite sword? Compared, 10,000 point stars should be cheap.”

Captain Vul burst into anger and shouted, “You’re asking for a ransom! Monster!”

“Hmm! Don’t you want me to return it? If not, I guess this is mine.”

“Bastard!”

Captain Vul was about to hit the screen until the Meta Knights stopped him in a hurry.

Meta Knight said, “I want the Galaxia back. Tell me where to meet you.”

“Hehehe, you’re different from your subordinates. You seem to understand. The place is the planet Magnus. Come to the southern plains of the largest volcano. Ten thousand point stars, don’t forget.”

The communication was cut.

Kirby spoke. “I can’t believe it! It looked just like Captain Vul, but I couldn’t tell which one was real!”

Captain Vul looked up and said to Meta Knight, “You saw the real eagle without any hesitation! I am deeply moved by this! Thank you, sir!”

Meta Knight nodded silently.

The knights all whispered.

(There was a fake, but he could tell them apart!)

(That was the coolest thing!)

“Meta Knight,” King Dedede spoke. “Are you really willing to pay all those point stars to that guy?”

“No way,” he replied. “We will regain the Galaxia by any honorable means.”

“In other words, you’re going to take it back with force?”

“It belongs to me!” Behind the mask, the swordsman’s eyes were shining with a strong light.

Planet Magnus.

It’s a rough star with many volcanoes. There are a few inhabitants, and the vegetation is scattered.

The Meta Knights came to the plains on the south side of the largest volcano.

What was waiting there was a sword fighter who looked just like Meta Knight holding the Galaxia.

“He disguised himself as Meta Knight again…!” Blade Knight screamed in anger.

Beryl spoke in Meta Knight’s voice. “There you are. First of all, let’s get the promised 10,000 point stars.”

“Promised? You’re a real rotten guy, you know that?” King Dedede said with a moody face. “You monster, while pretending to be Meta Knight, you rampaged through Dreamland. You should have left us alone. As Dreamland’s ruler, I’m going to make you pay, be prepared…”

“Before you attack, your majesty,” Meta Knight said.

King Dedede raised his hammer and replied. “Just leave this to me.”

“This is my fight. There is no need for you to get involved.”

“But you don’t even have a weapon.”

“I may not have the Galaxia, but this will be enough.” Meta Knight held a regular sword sold at any weapons store.

“With such a puny weapon…”

King Dedede looked dissatisfied, but Captain Vul spoke.

“For Meta Knight, any weapon is powerful. He could even use his bare hands.”

Meta Knight walked towards Beryl.

Kirby and Waddle Dee cheered aloud.

“Go for it, Meta Knight!”

“Rally, rally, Meta Knight!”

Meta Knight was full of rage. Even Kirby and Waddle Dee stopped cheering and took a breath.

However, Beryl did not seem to flinch and held tight the Galaxia.

King Dedede muttered, “He seems to have confidence in his grip, it’s not a bad grip either.”

Sword Knight, annoyed, replied, “That’s just a pose. It just looks strong because he’s imitating Meta Knight!”

While everyone was watching, Meta Knight started.

“Let’s go!” He shouted and leapt at Beryl. He lifted his sword and tried to slash at that moment.

Meta Knight disappeared.

Kirby and the other screamed involuntarily.

“What!? Meta Knight…!”

“He disappeared!?”

Beryl burst into laughter as if he had won. “Fufufu! Hahaha, it was a trap!”

“Wanna… see?”

Kirby and his friends rushed to the points where Meta Knight disappeared.

There was a deep hole there. It seems there was a thin plate placed on the hole and covered with soil so that it could not be seen. Meta Knight hadn’t noticed and fell in.

“Oh no! Looks like your precious swordsman fell into a pitfall!”

“Meta Knight! Are you okay!?” Captain Vul called to the bottom of the hole, but there was no reply.

Sword Knight shouted, “Pitfalls don’t work for Meta Knight. You may not know, but Meta Knight can fly in the air!”

Beryl laughed louder and louder. “Fufufu! You don’t know anything!”

“What…!?”

“This hole is called ‘Magnus Hades Hole’. It’s so deep that there is a legend that it continues to Hades. Moreover, the hole is filled with poisonous gas.”

“Poisonous gas…!?”

“If you inhale it, your whole body will quickly become numb and you will not be able to move.”

“What did you say…!?”

Kirby and the others were stunned.

The immobile Meta Knight has no choice but to fall to the bottom of the deep, deep hold. And if he keeps breathing the poisonous gas…

“I’ll help him!”

Kirby was absorbed in trying to jump into the hole, but was stopped by King Dedede.

“Knucklehead! The poisonous gas could kill you!”

“But if he stays in there, Meta Knight…!”

“Fufufufu… hahahaha!” Beryl laughed. “Don’t you see? I didn’t come here for some point stars. I want to replace Meta Knight as the number one sword fighter in the galaxy!”

“Monster!”

King Dedede swung his hammer up and attacked Beryl.

Beryl quickly jumped and ran away.

“Wait-!”

Kirby tried to chase after them, but Beryl escaped quickly. He soon lost sight of them.

Captain Vul said, “Kirby, leave them alone. Now, the first thing to do is rescue Meta Knight.”

“Uh, yeah, but how…?”

“Hmm… if only there was a way to get into the hole without inhaling the gas…!”

Captain Vul pondered with his head in his hand.

Axe Knight shouted, “Captain, there’s a hose used for deck cleaning in the warehouse of the Halberd! If it’s long enough, do you think it’ll be useful!?”

“Oh, that’s a good idea!” Captain Vul clapped his hands. “Get the hose right away! Hurry up!”

Kirby and Dedede can both hover in the air. Unfortunately, King Dedede got hungry so Kirby decided to go down into the hole.

“Be careful, Kirby.”

Waddle Dee seemed uneasy, but Kirby cheerfully replied.

“It’s okay! I’ll bring Meta Knight home.”

Captain Vul shouted. “Hurry up, Kirby! We don’t have much time!”

“Alright!”

Kirby grabbed the hose and jumped into the hole.

The inside of the hole was dark and difficult to see.

Kirby went down into the dark at full speed.

He wanted to call to Meta Knight, but he couldn’t speak with the hose in his mouth. In his heart, he kept screaming.

(I’m coming! Hold on Meta Knight!)

As the name Hades Hole suggests, the hole was horribly deep.

There seemed to be no end in sight.

As he went down the rocky interior, the air felt thinner.

(How long does this last… The hose, I wonder if it’s long enough… I might really fall into Hades…)

At that moment, Kirby’s hand finally touched something hard.

(Ah! Meta Knight!)

He reached the bottom of the hole that seemed to continue forever.

Meta Knight was out cold. Even if Kirby shook him, there was no reaction.

(Firmly now…!)

Kirby held the body of Meta Knight tightly with both hands.

He was hovering as hard as he could! He was approaching the light above where everyone was waiting. Kirby sped up.

Rescued by his friend, Meta Knight was immediately brought to the Battleship Halberd.

“Meta Knight! Meta Knight-!”

Captain Vul and his men continued to speak, but Meta Knight’s consciousness did not return. His body temperature was getting lower and lower. He was hardly breathing.

King Dedede said wildly, “Hey, Meta Knight! Buddy, how long are you gonna sleep? Hey, I’ll wake you up!”

Meta Knight’s subordinates rushed to stop him when he raised his hammer.

Captain Vul said. “Calm down, your majesty. You can’t use your hammer, we need a doctor. Find the best doctor in the universe!”

The Meta Knights ran off and began to look in the database.

Kirby and Waddle Dee were sitting in the corner of the lobby drowning in worry.

“...It’s okay, Kirby. Meta Knight will be fine, right…?”

“He’ll be alright. Meta Knight is… strong.” Kirby replied, but his voice was weak.

Sword Knight and Blade Knight called out to him.

“Kirby. Let’s leave this to Captain Vul, we’re going out.”

“Eh? Where are you going?”

“We’ve decided. We’re going to catch this disguise master!”

Their voices were powerful.

Kirby stood up in a heartbeat. “That’s right. We can’t let them get away!”

“I’m going too!” King Dedede interrupted. “I’m not doing this for Meta Knight, I just don’t like that disguise guy! I’m gonna have to hit him with my hammer. And…”

Dedede was quiet.

“If he’s still disguised as Meta Knight, making him bruised will feel all the much better.”

“...Sheesh, what a guy.” Sword Knight was disappointed, but regardless, the goal was set.

Captain Vul came in. “Meta Knight will be saved. You guys go take care of this business! Go on!”

“Leave it to us!” Kirby nodded loudly.

(Chapter 2 - Table of Contents - Chapter 4)

#kirby novels #kirby #kirby of the stars #kirby light novels #translation #kirby light novel translation #waddle dee #king dedede #meta knight #captain vul #the meta knights #Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Hades #I'm keeping it as Hades but I really wish it was translated to Hell instead because the Magnus Hell Hole sounds so much funnier to me

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221bsunsettowers · 3 years

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Buck/Eddie: I Can’t Get Enough of This Kind of Love (Part 2 of the Good News on My TV Screen Buddie AU series)

In just a few days, Buck has been in his second helicopter crash, been rescued by his boyfriend and their friends, witnessed people almost dying at a bug eating competition and the largest charley horse possibly ever, seen a woman with a high heel through her face at a child's beauty pageant, and had his beloved Eddie tell him he loves him for the very first time while tripping on laced brownies.

So there's that.

In which news reporter Buck is an integral part of the events from the episode 2x06 "Dosed".

(Amazing fanart poster by the amazing @jemmalynette! )

(Thank you so much to everyone who left love and kudos and comments for the first story in this series! In my head, the first story was a one and done that I had a lot of fun writing, and then all the requests to make this a series inspired me to do exactly that!

If you haven’t read the first story in the series, I would recommend doing that first, so you get the background of news reporter Buck and firefighter Eddie, and how they first meet and get together. You can read the first story here )

I Can’t Get Enough of This Kind of Love (can be read on Ao3 here)

Carefully placing the box labeled Dishes on the kitchen counter, Eddie immediately went back outside, bending down to grab the next box. "You really want me to like you, don't you?" Maddie's voice came from behind, and Eddie spun around, meeting her stare with a hopeful smile.

"Honestly, Maddie, I really like your brother, so yes please," Eddie answered promptly, and Maddie's gaze softened. She stepped forward, and patted Eddie on the shoulder as she walked past him and into her new home.

"Excellent answer!" Maddie called back, and Eddie felt arms wrap around him from behind. He leaned back into his boyfriend's embrace, smiling as Buck planted a kiss behind his ear.

"Evan!" Maddie yelled out the window, "you can make googly eyes at your boyfriend later, he wants me to like him and my furniture isn't going to move itself!" She smirked as Buck blushed and walked over to the couch, bending his knees and grabbing one end as Eddie dutifully grabbed the other.

"Googly eyes, maybe when you stop making googly eyes at Chim," Buck muttered under his breath, and Eddie laughed as they moved in tandem up the stairs.

"I'll tease Chim relentlessly at work if that helps," Eddie promised with a wink, and Buck grinned mischievously, nodding his head.

"We've got a helicopter crash, a news station was doing a traffic report," Bobby explained as the fire truck screeched to a stop and everyone quickly hopped out. Eddie noticed the rest of his team shooting worried glances at him, but he waved them off with a grateful smile.

"Buck never does the traffic reports," Eddie assured them, as Bobby called them into a quick huddle. "He told me he paid those dues a few news stations ago."

"Um, Eddie?" Chimney said hesitantly, facing the helicopter and extending a finger to point at the back window. Turning, Eddie met Buck's gaze, could see from even this distance how he was working hard to keep his breathing even and his body still.

"Fuck," Eddie breathed out, feeling his heart stutter in time with the still-spinning rotors.

"Eddie, you going to be okay on this one?" Bobby asked softly, laying a comforting hand on Eddie's shoulder.

"Buck needs me, Cap, I'm on it," Eddie promised, forcing his focus onto the job at hand. "We need to watch for dynamic rollover, when we start getting them out the weight of the copter could shift."

"Okay, Chimney, you're going to pull Buck out first, make sure you're keeping an eye on the balance," Bobby ordered as they moved towards the helicopter.

"Eddie, can you shut down the helicopter?" Eddie opened his mouth, about to argue that he should be the one to get Buck out, but then he sighed, nodding, knowing he needed to trust his captain to get Buck out of there quickly and safely.

Still, Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off Buck, lunging forward as the helicopter rocked, but then Chimney had Buck back on solid ground, and Eddie was next to the pilot, stabilizing the balance and shutting off the engine. The second he had the pilot out and in Hen's capable hands, Eddie spun around and grabbed Buck in his own grasp, pulling him into his arms.

Eddie gripped onto the back of Buck's shirt, tugging his body as closely as possible. Buck nestled his face into the crook of Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie swayed them gently from side to side, pressing his lips against Buck's temple. "You're safe, sweetheart," Eddie murmured into Buck's skin. "I've got you."

He could feel Buck nodding and pulled back just enough to see Buck's face, running a gentle finger over a small cut on his boyfriend's cheek. "Let me check you out," Eddie insisted, leading Buck over to a bench and kneeling in front of him.

"You can check me out any time," Buck bantered back with a mischevious smile, and Eddie laughed, shaking his head as he squeezed Buck's hand.

"Sounds like he's just fine!" Chimney called out with a smile, patting Buck's shoulder as he made his way over to where the pilot was sitting.

"No comments about how you're hotter than just fine, or how much you like me kneeling in front of you," Eddie commanded, pointing a finger at Buck, who shrugged and grinned, Eddie smiling back in relief. "You scared the shit out of me," Eddie whispered, leaning in to cup Buck's face in his hands, laying a soft kiss on his lips. "Let me make sure you're okay, please?"

"Yeah," Buck whispered back, resting his forehead against Eddie's, "yeah, of course." Pulling out his penlight, Eddie shined the beam into Buck's eyes.

Nodding in satisfaction, he took Buck through the rest of concussion protocol, checked for any other injuries, and cleaned out the small cut and bandaged it. Next to him, Chimney and Hen were finishing checking the pilot, assuring Buck he was completely fine.

"What were you doing on traffic anyway?" Eddie asked, sliding up to sit next to Buck, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as Buck leaned into Eddie's side.

"Oliver called in sick last minute, so I offered to sub in," Buck answered, sighing in relief as Eddie moved a hand to the back of Buck's neck, rubbing at the tense muscles. "I definitely didn't expect to be in my second helicopter crash." As Eddie's hand suddenly stilled at Buck's words, Buck bit his bottom lip, meeting Eddie's wide-eyed gaze. "If it helps, I clearly survived that one too?" he offered up hesitantly, and he heard poorly-concealed laughter coming from the rest of the team's general direction.

"Can't say I didn't know what I was getting myself into," Eddie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, before leaning in to kiss Buck softly. "Let's try to keep helicopter crashes off the agenda, yeah?"

"No subbing in for traffic again or chartering a romantic copter ride for the two of us, got it," Buck recited with a smirk, and Eddie rolled his eyes, nudging Buck in the side before hopping off the bench.

"Any chance I could get you to come back with me to the fire station so I can keep an eye on you?" Eddie asked hopefully.

"I would love that, but I have to get back to work," Buck said ruefully, gesturing at the news van that was already pulling up.

Eddie sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Buck's. "Text and call me when you can, please? Just let me know you're doing okay?"

"Of course," Buck promised, sneaking another quick kiss in before heading towards the van. Grabbing the door handle, he turned around. "Be safe out there, babe! And thanks guys!"

Eddie had gotten a myriad of selfies from Buck in the hours after the helicopter rescue. One at his desk, captioned I promise I'm watching out for papercuts. Another getting ready to go in front of the camera, Taking proper electrocution prevention steps. The pictures continued rolling in, Eddie laughing fondly at each one, saving them to his photos because he couldn't resist. Any picture of his boyfriend was one he wanted to have, even when said boyfriend was being a glorious little shit.

His phone trilled out "Breaking News!" again and Eddie quickly clicked on the new picture, a smile spreading across his face as the photo revealed Buck standing in front of the fire station, captioned Practicing fire safety. Shoving his phone in his pocket, Eddie hurried down the stairs, skipping the bottom step in his haste.

"Surprise!" Buck called out with a grin, hurrying forward to meet Eddie, throwing his arms around his boyfriend's neck before leaning in for a kiss. Eddie's arms looped around Buck's waist as he held him close, both men smiling broadly.

"This is a great surprise," Eddie proclaimed, brushing a curl of hair away from Buck's eye. "Did a story fall through?"

"Actually, a new story came up," Buck grinned, grabbing Eddie's hand and interlacing their fingers. "C'mon, let's go upstairs, I want to talk to everybody about it."

"Hey Buck!" Chimney met the two at the top of the stairs, grabbing Buck's hand and pulling him in for a quick hug. "Since we have a chance now, what kind of wine does your sister like best? I'm going over to help her move more of her stuff after work."

"Red, and make sure you bring some popcorn too," Buck answered with a wink, patting Chimney on the shoulder. "Maddie could eat popcorn all day every day and be very happy about it."

"Thanks!" Chimney called back as Buck made his way around the kitchen, greeting everyone else before moving to the coffee maker. Placing a filled mug in front of Eddie, Buck sat down holding his own mug (the one Eddie had brought from home for Buck to use whenever he visited the fire station). Leg brushing against Eddie's, Buck took a sip of coffee.

"Before I say anything else, I just want to make sure you guys know you can absolutely say no to this," Buck began, meeting the eyes of everyone else around the table. "You don't have to give me a reason, and I won't take any offense, I promise." Turning to Eddie, Buck interlaced their fingers. "Including you babe, okay?"

Waiting until everyone had nodded, Buck continued. "My boss knows I'm dating someone from the 118, and after that helicopter rescue this morning, he came to me and told me he wants a story done on a day in the life of the LAFD heroes of the 118. I told him I have to be the one to do it, because I don't want anyone else twisting up the story in any way, and that you guys have to be okay with it or it isn't happening."

There was silence for a minute, and then Bobby spoke. "You know, normally I would absolutely say no to this," he said with a sigh, leaning back in his chair, "because a reporter could get in the way, could create their own narrative that has nothing to do with the truth, or could even use someone's pain or cause harm themselves. But Buck, you also know I trust you. I believe that you will do this truthfully and put the safety of others above the story."

"I will, absolutely Bobby," Buck vowed, blushing at Bobby's words. "I would never spin anything to make you guys look bad, and I would never put anyone in danger or show them suffering, I promise."

"Of course you wouldn't," Eddie said proudly, slinging an arm around Buck's shoulders and pulling him in close. Buck beamed up at him, leaning into his side.

"We all trust you, Buck," Hen said, and Chimney nodded, and Buck smiled bashfully, glancing down at where his and Eddie's fingers were now intertwined on Eddie's thigh.

"So it's okay to start tomorrow?" Buck asked hesitantly, and Bobby let out a gentle laugh, nodding.

"Absolutely, Buck, we'll see you then," Bobby responded, just as the alarm sounded, and the rest of the team leapt to their feet.

"I especially like the part where you'll be at work with me all day," Eddie grinned, leaning in for a quick kiss, which Buck eagerly returned.

"Me too," Buck grinned back, squeezing Eddie's hand before letting go. "Stay safe, sweetheart."

The next day saw Buck arriving hand in hand with Eddie, each balancing a carryout tray of coffees in their free hand. "You know we already love you two, right?" Hen teased, plucking the coffee with her name on it from the tray and taking a grateful sip. "But please feel free to keep the caffeine coming."

"I'm ready for my close up!" Chimney announced, dramatically leaping into the room, arms flourished. He grinned as everyone laughed, before taking his coffee as well.

"Since you're so ready, Chim, why don't you come for your interview first?" Buck gestured downstairs, eyes twinkling mischeviously as Chimney followed him. "We can start with you telling the story about how you got your nickname..."

By the time the round of interviews was over, Buck was near tears. He would swear he heard his cameraman sniffing as well. Every story the 118 had told him had broken his heart and lifted him up, all at the same time, and when his friends and boyfriend shared what were the best things about being a part of the 118, Buck was honored all over again that they had welcomed him into their family.

A sudden alarm jolted Buck out of his emotions and back into the present, and he quickly followed the team as they raced towards the fire truck and flung themselves in, settling into their seats. "You mean I can't just ride on your lap?" Buck pouted teasingly, as he ran to the driver's side of the news station van.

"You've taken a ride on my lap plenty of times, Buck," Eddie murmured into Buck's ear, "and I'm sure we can arrange another ride when we get home tonight." Smirking, he planted a quick kiss on Buck's lips before joining the others in the truck.

"You gorgeous bastard!" Buck yelled at Eddie's retreating back, Eddie's snort of laughter making Buck smile as he buckled his seatbelt and started the car.

"Whoa!" Buck's jaw dropped as he took in the crowd, and particularly the monitor lizard, in front of them. "Did you know monitor lizards have long forked tongues just like snakes?"

"Ah, a fan!" the woman nearest the lizard exclaimed, clapping her hands as Chimney darted out of the way. "His name is Claude, and the winner gets to take him home. Do you want to give it a try?"

"I'm okay over here, thanks," Buck responded quickly, as he took in the rest of the scene before him, namely the man struggling to breathe. As the 118 made their way over to the man, Buck made sure he and his cameraman stayed out of the way.

Chimney and Hen both flinched as they knelt down beside the man. Buck had the cameraman swing the camera away as soon as he realized the patient was in clear medical distress, instead having him film the other competitive eaters at the table, which unexpectedly included the woman with live cockroaches crawling back up out of her mouth.

As the man began breathing again (and consequently began throwing up live crickets), the camerman got footage of the saved patient and the 118 loading him into the ambulance. "Did you know Joey Chestnut once ate seventy four hotdogs in ten minutes?" Buck piped up eagerly, and Eddie grinned, giving Buck a quick peck on the lips as he hurried towards the truck.

"You are so smart, babe," Eddie said proudly, Buck beaming as he slid back into the driver's seat of the van.

"Even live bugs erupting out of people's mouths can't turn you two off from kissing, huh?" Chimney called out as he started up the ambulance. Eddie shook his head, offering Chim a proud grin and a wink as he drove off.

After rescuing a body builder from the largest charley horse anyone there had ever seen, the fire truck and news van pulled back into the station, Buck hopping out to join the 118 as they headed towards the kitchen.

"You did good, kid," Bobby said with a smile, squeezing Buck's shoulder as he passed. "You put the people above the story." Buck ducked his head, blushing, as he did a pleased little hop on his way towards Eddie.

"He's right, babe," Eddie grinned, tugging Buck into his side, planting a kiss to the top of his head. "Just like the day we met."

"Thanks, baby," Buck said with a bashful grin, turning his head to steal another kiss from his boyfriend, before squeezing his hand and pulling away. "I've got to get in a call to Taylor and give her an update before the next call."

"I'll be waiting on the couch," Eddie promised, and Buck winked at him before striding away, already pulling his phone out as he headed towards the bench right outside the station.

"Want a brownie?" Hen asked Eddie as she walked over, holding out the last brownie on the plate.

"Thanks, I'm starving," Eddie answered, grabbing the brownie and taking a bite. "Are there more treats on the table for Buck? He's just calling in to his boss."

"There are plenty of delicious snacks left," Hen promised as she settled into a chair. "Just not any more of these between you, me and Bobby."

"As long as there's sugar," Eddie laughed, looking fondly over towards Buck, who had now hopped up onto the bench and was skipping back and forth across it as he talked into his phone.

The next call brought them all to another unexpected venue, this time a child beauty pageant. "Is that..." Buck asked, trailing off as he stared at the reason the 118 had been called.

"A woman with a high heel stuck in her face?" Chimney responded, shaking his head as they made their way towards her. "Yes, yes it is."

The little girls were all swarming around Buck, who had crouched down immediately and was now occupied giving out smiles and high fives to the giggling children. So it took him a bit to notice that Eddie and Hen were definitely not acting like themselves. Eddie was staring down at the kids surrounding Buck with a look of shock and some terror too, his eyes wide and his body frozen.

"Eds, you okay there?" Buck asked, carefully rising to his feet and laying a hand on Eddie's arm.

"Are we giants, Evan?" Eddie asked, dragging out every syllable, before getting distracted for a minute trying and failing to see his own tongue. "Or are these the tiniest ladies ever?"

"Um, they're definitely kids, babe," Buck responded, eyes squinted in confusion even as he couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Your hair is glowing," Eddie breathed out in awe, holding his hands out over Buck's curls. "It's making my heart warm." Buck blushed, reaching for Eddie, who just kept making grabby hands at Buck's head. Buck quickly gestured to his cameraman to stop filming, before turning to Chimney.

"Hen's doing it too," Chim answered, just as confused, as he finished up with the injured woman and watched her be taken out on a gurney. Both men turned to see Hen poking a balloon, giggling with delight each time it bounced back at her.

"They are definitely tripping," Athena said matter-of-factly, coming up from behind them, having finished putting the high heel attacker in handcuffs. Hen hurried up, beaming as she took in Athena's face before delightedly informing her she smelled like love. Athena calmly nodded her thanks before radioing in for RA backup.

"The brownies," Chim said suddenly, turning to Athena. As Athena pressed him for more information, Buck heard Eddie start loudly crying, and ran to his boyfriend's side.

"I don't like this," Eddie blubbered as a police officer gingerly handcuffed him.

"Hey, hey sweetheart, it's going to be okay, I promise," Buck promised, cupping Eddie's face in his hands reassuringly, Eddie leaning into the touch. "Just breathe, I've got you."

Eddie sucking in air and puffing out huge dramatic breaths was definitely a sight Buck was tucking away for later, to tease his boyfriend with when it wouldn't make Eddie start crying more. Athena shook her head and sighed, exchanging a fondly exasperated look with Buck before explaining to Eddie and Hen what had happened.

"We don't want you to hurt yourselves or anyone else," Athena finished, as Hen was beginning to reach for her for another sniff and a hug.

"Yeah, yeah I like that idea," Eddie choked out. As Athena helped guide them towards the door, the backup RAs rushing in, Eddie tugged back towards Buck.

"I've got you, let's get you somewhere you feel safe," Buck said gently, squeezing Eddie's arm in reassurance.

"I love you, beautiful Buck," Eddie whispered into Buck's ear, before planting a sloppy kiss on Buck's cheek and letting himelf be led away, a stunned Buck following silently behind him.

Stumbling out of the bunkroom a few hours later, Eddie blinked at the bright lights, sighing gratefully as Buck pressed a large glass of water into his hands. After Eddie downed the entire glass without stopping, Buck refilled it and joined Eddie on the couch.

"Are you feeling okay now?" Buck asked softly, as Eddie placed the now-empty second glass on the table and leaned his head onto Buck's shoulder.

"Just got a headache, dry mouth, and an overwhelming sense of humilation," Eddie huffed out, burying his face in Buck's shirt. "I can't even imagine what came out of my mouth."

"You don't remember, huh?" Buck sighed softly, and Eddie quickly lifted his head to look at him.

"Buck, please don't tell me I said something horrible to you," Eddie said quickly, grabbing at Buck's hands. "I was out of my mind, I had no idea what I was saying."

"That's what I was afraid of," Buck mumbled, staring at the floor. Eddie tugged at his hands until Buck looked at him again, and Eddie's eyes grew wise as he took in the pained look on Buck's face. Reluctantly, Buck pulled away before responding. "Eddie, you told me you love me."

"Shit, that's what I was afraid of," Eddie sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face. The whimper that slipped past Buck's lips, the sharp intake of shaky breath, and the footsteps quickly retreating had Eddie snapping his head back up, yelling "Buck!" as he saw his boyfriend's back moving further and further away.

Sprinting, Eddie reached out and grabbed Buck's hand, planting his feet and refusing to budge an inch as Buck tugged half-heartedly. "Eddie, please," Buck whispered, fixing his gaze on the floor. "I can't watch you walk away, okay?"

"And you think, what, that I want to watch you walk away instead?" Eddie was fully aware how much of himself he was putting on display, but he kept going, fingers under Buck's chin to tilt his head up and meet his eyes. "I meant I didn't want the first time I said it to be while I was out of my mind on laced brownies surrounded by tiny beauty queens."

"Wait, Eddie, what..." Trailing off, Buck's breath hitched, his wide watery eyes staring into Eddie's.

"Turn the camera on," Eddie said firmly, gesturing to where the cameraman had left his equipment while he went to grab food with the crew. Buck opened his mouth, but Eddie gently lay a finger across his lips, shaking his head. "Please trust me, and turn the camera on. Point it right at me."

Buck nodded, shaky, picking up the camera and resting it on his shoulder, turning so the lens faced Eddie, who was now sitting down on the couch. As soon as the light switched on, Eddie looked straight into it. "You once asked me what was the best thing about being a firefighter with the 118," Eddie said, voice strong even as he wiped the fresh tear on his cheek. "And I said it was the comradery, that that was what I missed from being in the military, and I had found it here, again, with this team."

Lacing his fingers together, Eddie rested his chin against his knuckles, keeping his gaze focused on Buck, who appeared frozen, all breath and words caught up in his throat, eyes glued on Eddie's face. "But that's not true. I do care deeply about the people here, the family I chose, but that's not the best thing about being a firefighter here."

"Then what is?" Buck whispered, hands gripped so tight around the camera his knuckles had turned white.

"The best thing is that I met the love of my life," Eddie said, making sure his voice was loud and clear, that both the camera and Buck couldn't miss a single word. Eddie shrugged helplessly, letting out a watery laugh as he bit his bottom lip. "This gorgeous man refused to air someone else's pain to gain viewers, and suddenly I was watching the news way more than I ever had before, just to see his face and learn his name. Turned out his name is Evan Buckley. And he's the bravest, smartest, kindest man I've ever known. And I am so, so in love with him."

Buck sniffled loudly, and Eddie knew his own voice and face were full of the degree of emotion he only ever really showed around his son...and now around Buck. There wasn't any point in fighting it, especially not if it ever made Buck doubt how much he was loved.

"So Buck, you can use this video in the story, you can keep it for yourself if you ever need a reminder of how very loved you are, you can do whatever you want with it. I know I don't always say how I feel, and I'm sorr-" His words cut off on a surprised huff as Buck suddenly put down the camera and ran to the couch, bouncing onto the cushions and tackling Eddie onto his back, immediately wrapping his arms around him.

"I love you too, Eds, so much," Buck sniffled, wiping at his eyes, "and if this is you keeping your emotions hidden, I don't think I would survive having you turn them on full force." Eddie laughed, grinning up at Buck full force, before reaching up and pulling him down into a slow, tender kiss, one that Buck eagerly reciprocated.

When the special on the 118 aired, Eddie and Buck watched it snuggled up on the couch with Christopher, all three in their pajamas and surrounded by empty pizza boxes and popcorn bowls. Christopher giggled and clapped his hands every time he saw his dad, and patted Buck's cheek with a grin every time he heard one of Buck's voiceovers play over the images on the screen.

The special concluded with a montage of the 118, all explaining why they joined the station and what it meant to them. Eddie heard his sound bites about the military and comradery interspersed with the others, before the camera focused in on him again. "The best thing is that I met the love of my life," Eddie heard himself say, the image on screen changing to a video clip of Eddie hard at work on the scene of a car crash, the very first day and the very same place he and Buck had met.

"The best thing is that I met the love of my life too," Buck's voiceover rang out over the footage, before the video faded out to a wideshot of the fire station. "And he is a hero, surrounded by heroes. The 118 never hesitate, never put their safety over the well being of others. They spend long days and nights in harrowing conditions, helping people through horrific experiences, and these brave men and women never ask for anything but to know where the next emergency is. We all owe the dedicated members of the 118 far more than we may ever know. So next time you pass by a fire station, think about saying thank you, even though they will never ask you to."

Eddie couldn't stop smiling, pressing kiss to Buck's temple, who grinned up at him from where he was nestled into Eddie's side.

The video shifted to one of Buck, hanging off the fire truck by one hand, grinning mischeviously. "Just please, please don't bring brownies. Try a nice gift card instead. Trust me on this. This is Evan Buckley, signing off, thank you for watching."

Eddie's laughter rang out over the closing credits.

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enchantcdstories · 3 years

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Jealous of a Joy Toy

Words: 2012 Tags: Mentions of sex, implied sex, language warning, unbeta’d

A/N: Here it is! My jealous johnny fic! I hope it doesn’t suck!

Summary: Johnny makes V feeling less than pleased after a shared memory leaves V aching for more. What he didn't anticipate was V actually doing something about it..

V didn’t dream anymore. Her dreams were sometimes replaced with flashes of Johnny’s memories now. Little memories like him taking a piss in an alley, the first time he smoked as a teenager, eating food at a random restaurant with the band. V usually didn’t complain- it was a side effect of the chip. His memories overtook hers. Johnny said that he could see her memories though...she just couldn’t see her own. V was warned about this, so she couldn’t be too surprised. Still hurt like a son of a bitch though.

That night’s dream was...erotic and different. Johnny’s dream, clearly. Were they linking that closely now? When she slept she saw his dreams? Of course it was sex. V suspected it was some roadie that wanted to work her way through the band. What else did Johnny think about besides blowing up buildings? V could barely make out what was going on by the end of it, but when she woke up with a start in her bed- all her senses rippled her body like flames licking at her. She was covered in sweat and suddenly the buzzing feeling between her legs was all too noticeable and hard to ignore.

“Fuck.” V groaned, pulling herself out of her bed. She was drenched in more ways than one. V also knew for a fucking fact that that son of a bitch was feeling the same way. Fuck, she probably dreamed it to begin with cause he was horny out of his skull. “Fucking gross.” She muttered, stretching her back out. Her mind was racing a mile a minute, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. V looked at her clock, groaning at the time. 2 am.

“Fine, you wanna play like that, let's dance, pretty boy.” She said, throwing her shoes on and shoving her way out the door. V was in nothing more than sleep shorts and a crop top, but she couldn’t care less. She could see Johnny phase-out of view in the corner of her eye, a smirk on his face. Fucker thought he won, V echoed in her mind.

V was glad that Night City was warm at night, and that the sweat was dripping down the back of her neck didn’t look completely out of place. V had just rounded the corner to her car, well- Johnny’s car that is. V may jokingly hate Johnny, but damn he had a good taste in cars. Johnny, of course, was already waiting inside- feet on the dash and his arms behind his head.

“I can see most of the things in your head, but not this. What happened in your sleep that has you so bothered?” He said, his gruff voice filling V’s head.

“You tell me. You seem to be having some real fun in your little memory dream bullshit, so I’m gonna go make my own fun.” V said, turning the keys to the Porsche and listening to it roar to life. V couldn’t see the look on Johnny’s face, but she just knew it’d be priceless.

Jig Jig street wasn’t too far, but with V’s heart racing and the buzzing between her legs almost making her numb- it felt like a lifetime. When she finally skidded the car to a stop, Johnny started to panic.

“Wait wait wait, you’re gonna fuck some joy toy?” He said, appearing outside of V’s car door before she could get out. V opened the door, clearly through him without issue. His laws of physics were strange. He could push her to the ground but she couldn’t throw a can at his head without it flying through him.

“Yup.”

“I can feel what you’re feeling too, ya know, you really think some meaningless sex with someone who won’t remember you will sastify you?” V rolled her eyes, slamming the Porsche’s door shut and leaning against it. Alright, she’ll bite.

“How come you have your panties in a knot? Aren’t you Mr ‘fuck anything that moves’? Why do you care?” She said, crossing her arms. V could see some potential partners lingering around, and the buzzing feeling only lingered. Johnny sighed, pacing. He always paced when he was stressed or his brain was working too hard.

“I didn’t fuck no joytoys though. It’s not the same, gotta find someone you know at least appreciates you. Makes sure you are taken care of. Lets you finish at least.” He sounded..strained, like he was trying to drive V away from the men and women in jig-jig street.

“Oh yeah, cause I got tons of those lying around. You had like what? Adoring fans? You had endless options of fuck buddies that weren’t joytoys.” V pushed herself off the car door and towards one of the beefy looking male joy toys. V could practically feel Johnny seethe. He walked beside her, moving so he was walking backwards while facing her.

“You really think that a joytoy is gonna be able to get you off? It’s a joytoy.” Johnny said, causing V to stop and cross her arms again.

“What? And you would?” V said, her voice coming out a bit more venomous that she’d like. That made Johnny stop as well, the engram flickering just a bit more than usual. Johnny put on his signature smirk, but it did nothing to hide the red flush that was spreading on his cheeks. It was his turn to cross his arms.

“ ‘Course I would, princess. Way better than a fucking joytoy.” It was V’s turn to blush. She looked over towards where the joy toys lingered.

“Okay, but that’s just your cocky demeanor talking. Now are you gonna let me go rail a joy toy till my legs go numb, or are you gonna let me go back to bed without dreaming of fucking a poor roadie senseless?” V spat, running a hand through her hair. Johnny started pacing, running his own metal arm through his soft raven locks.

“You don’t fucking listen to me anyways, why do you fucking care? Gonna go do your own thing anyways..” His voice sounded...hurt, hesitant. V rolled her eyes, storming off in the direction of the largest looking joytoy she could find.

“Wait, Wait, V… wait!” Johnny’s hand reached out and gripped V’s arm tightly. To the outside passerby, It looked like V was fighting with herself and getting pulled back on her own accord. Typical Night City wacko shit. V knew Johnny could manipulate her body, he could push her to the ground- make her knock herself out off a window. Still, she almost had the breath knocked out of her when Johnny’s ‘ganic arm grabbed her.

“I promise you- I can do a hell of a lot better than a fucking joy toy.” His voice was deadly serious. No jokes, no sarcasm. V just looked at him, still a bit shocked that he had grabbed her which such...force. She found her voice, but it was more gravely than normal.

“What makes you say that?”

She wasn’t sure why she questioned him when she knew the answer. She knew the answer and she mentally begged him not to say it. This entire time, V knew that her answer was the same. She fucking loved him. She loved him and cherished him and knew that at some point- She’d have to say goodbye to him. Either because she died or they found a way to pry him out of her head. V also knew Johnny could see all these same thoughts.

“Because I fucking love you, alright? I love you and I’ve been inside your head long enough to know that I’d be miserable to see you with anyone else.” He said, stopping his pacing enough to get a good long look at V. She ran a hand over her face, the sudden lack of sleep and the urge to go back to her bed was hitting her like a rock to the face. “I didn’t like you at first yeah, but spending every waking second with you...something changed.” Johnny paused. “Must not feel all that great to have the thing killing you fall in love with you.”

“Fuck...I...I wanna go back to bed. I need time to think. ” She said, spinning on her boots and heading back to the car.

Her bed was still warm when she got back, thanks to Nibbles curled up next to her pillow. The cat jumped down when he saw that V was back. Instead of rubbing against her leg like he normally did, he rubbed against- and passed through- Johnny’s, who had appeared standing in the middle of her apartment. V closed her eyes, sighing a bit and leaning against the wall.

“I’m sorry for...you know, all that shit back there” V had gathered the courage to apologize to him in the car, frankly because she knew she’d be confessing the exact same thing to him. She overreacted when she had sprung out of bed and drove halfway across Night City.

“You love me too, I can see it.” Was all Johnny said, doing nothing but staring at V as she kicked her shoes off. V nodded.

“I do,” V said, lightly. She opened to mouth to speak before closing it again, gaining the courage to keep speaking.

“So all this, the sex memories, the jealousy-”

“Wasn’t jealous.”

“Whatever. All of this was just your way of saying you love me? What would you have done if I did have sex with that joytoy?” V said, walking over to her bed and sitting down onto the mattress. Johnny had moved so he was in her little living area, sitting on the edge of the couch with his hands in his jeans pocket.

“Would have asked you to take some suppressors first so I didn’t have to witness that.” He shrugged. V just looked at him briefly before looking down.

“ I..I love you too. You know that. I didn’t mean to you know… hurt you..” V asked, her voice softer and more tired. Johnny went back to pacing before taking a few strides to close the gap between the two, taking his metal arm and pushing V roughly to the bed. It was very reminiscent of when the pair first met. V was suddenly very grateful that she could physically feel Johnny's touches, though the last time wasn’t such a great time.

Johnny straddled her, kneeling over top of her with his knees on either side of her waist. Before V knew it, Johnny was planting rough and sloppy kisses on her neck. It was sudden and unexpected but fuck, V needed this. That buzzing between her legs only skyrocketed as V put her head back- giving Johnny more room to have his way. He felt strange, V could feel the pressure sitting on her hips. She could feel the sensation of someone kissing her neck- but it wasn’t the same. Something just felt off and different.

Johnny pulled up briefly from her neck to lean on his hands on either side of her head. V looked up at him, completely at his disposal now that he was straddling her. Somehow she was sweating more now.

“So have I earned the right?” Johnny asked, leaning down to nip at her neck on the other side. V’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“Your name. You said before that only people really close to you can say your name. I think I qualify for that.” He said, between breaths and kisses that trailed from V’s neck to her collar bone. V thought about that for a second, her brain foggy from the actions he was performing.

“Yeah. Yeah, you can, think being in my head alone deserves that.” V sighed, her voice sounding more pleased than normal, causing Johnny to smirk. V continued.

“So where do we go from here? Friends with benefits? A relationship? You don’t seem the type.”

“For now, Valerie, I show you how much better I am than a joy toy.”

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Johnny Silverhand #Johnny Silverhand x female v

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mndalorians · 3 years

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The parting of ways

The Mandalorian & the Child

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Spoilers for Chapter 13, please do not read if you don’t want to be spoiled, angst but with a semi-happy ending (it’s the end of the episode, you know what to expect)

A/n: So I watched the episode and had to write this down. This is the largest thing I’ve written in such a short space of time so any feedback would be really appreciated!

The inevitable weighed heavy on Din’s shoulders as he walked through the dead forest of Corvus; heavier than his armour had been the first time he donned it. He remembered the pauldrons that eclipsed his shoulders, the chestplate that dug into his underarms, and his helmet, big enough that a shake of his head could leave the visor off-kilter and him staring at the side of his helmet.

You’ll grow into it, Dekka said with a clap of his hand against Din’s back as he straightened it, the slight clang of beskar against leather an unfamiliar sound with the gesture, you’d need to be refitted next month otherwise.

Din had grown into a lot of things over the course of his life: his armour, his role as provider, his grief. It had consumed him as a child, crashed over him every time he was reminded of his parents and the day his entire world was upended, but he grew and the grief shrunk (or stayed the same size, it was hard to tell sometimes) until it could fit inside him, settle around his heart and only occasionally squeeze it to the point of aching.

But he was older now, didn’t exactly have any more growing to do, none that would consume and internalise the new bout of grief rising up ahead of him.

Every step seemed more reluctant than the last, his boots scuffing the dry earth as he moved closer to said grief and the loneliness he had once been so accustomed to. It was not a friend, but loneliness knew Din as well as he knew it, and he supposed that was the best he could ask for, to be known in some small part by something, through the sighs and quips he let out when no one else was around. The time they had spent apart left him fearing the lonesomeness would feel like isolation this time around, like something forced upon him rather than a supposed choice.

The sight of the Crest, something that had always brought relief before, left Din’s stomach hollow in that moment, emotion catching in his throat. His step stuttered as the ramp lowered and he stopped at its edge, closed his eyes against the sting of oncoming tears and let out a long exhale, tried to ready himself so that he might stand a chance of choking out a goodbye.

The jetpack detached easily enough as Din ascended the ramp and he pulled it round to his front, set it down on top of the crates sitting at the side of the hull. His eyes remained on the floor momentarily when he turned back towards his cot, the short distance separating him from it disappearing far too quickly. Din stopped, again, when his eyes lifted from the floor to his cot to the hammock and the kid – Grogu, he reminded himself, the name not yet so readily formed on his tongue as kid, though he supposed that wouldn’t matter soon enough. Nestled in the hammock, Grogu napped peacefully, unaware of Din’s turmoil.

Din started up again. He was caught between delaying as much as possible, stretching out their remaining time together, and getting it all over with as soon as he could, rip the blade out now, then tend to the wound later once he was back in hyperspace, no destination in mind.

Alone.

Din swallowed as he reached for the hammock and rocked it slightly. Grogu only sniffed in response.

‘Wake up, buddy,’ Din murmured, voice thick, ‘it’s— time to say goodbye.’

A few more rocks and Grogu’s eyes began to open, bleary and sleep ridden. He closed them again as the hammock continued to sway beneath Din’s hand, and it pained him to reach up and pull Grogu more thoroughly from his slumber.

Grogu blinked up at him with a slight wrinkling of his forehead, mouth parted. A small smile, laced with sadness, quirked the corners of Din’s lips up. Grogu always looked a little dazed when he woke up, and the smile was quick to slip from Din’s features when he realised that would be the last time he would see him somewhat dazed from a deep sleep.

It felt too soon to say goodbye, like they should have had more time together, even if Din had been the one to bring them to Corvus, their time together was too short.

They could have a few more minutes together, right?

There was no one to say otherwise, so Din lowered himself down to the edge of the cot and settled Grogu on his thigh. His eyes remained half closed as he shimmied into a more comfortable position against the thigh plate.

The wind howled outside, the only noise to be heard while they sat together – for much longer than a few minutes, though Din tried not to think about that or their eventual separation – and ran soothing circles over his side, watching Grogu come around, appreciating one last, small moment.

Slowly, as sleep cleared like a morning fog from Grogu’s mind, he became aware of the melancholy that dripped from Din, thick and blue. He cooed and placed a hand on top of Din’s wrist, looked up with searching eyes, as if he might find the reason for such strong emotion to be radiating from him in the visor that had offered up nothing before.

Din sighed. He knew they would need to move soon, but still he found himself clinging to the seconds slipping by and whatever allowed them to stay in that moment for just a little longer.

‘You’ll need to be good, okay?’ He reached for Grogu’s hand and rubbed it between two fingers. ‘Ahsoka will take care of you—’

Take care of this little one.

Or maybe, it’ll take care of you.

Din gasped and released a shuddering breath, fat tears welling up and blurring his vision. His gaze turned upwards as he tried to control his breathing, steady it so that he might contain the tears that threatened to spill over, but he blinked and they escaped, raced down his face in two tracks and became lost in the scruff covering his chin.

When he looked down, Grogu’s head was tilted in concern, ears high. Din gripped his sides and lifted him up to press his head against the forehead of his helmet, closed his eyes when he heard the clack of Grogu’s claws against its sides.

‘I could have done better, I’m sorry.’

Grogu’s ears lowered as Din pulled away, big eyes earnest even as he frowned. Maybe it was wishful thinking on Din’s part to believe he was disagreeing with him, or maybe Grogu had truly felt cared for with Din, for the first time in decades. Perhaps Din had not been perfect, but they had survived together, two beings so starved of affection, so accustomed to violence, that they had had to rediscover it all over again with each other. And Grogu had been safe with Din, knew he was protected whenever he was near. The anxiety that had thrummed through him ever since leaving the Jedi temple had quietened when he reached out to Din that first time, Din wiggling his finger to coax him from his pod, bounty droid still smoking at his feet. Din’s affection may have been tentative, but he offered him protection so readily that Grogu could not find fault in him.

Grogu whined and grabbed at air as he reached for Din again, still not fully cognizant of the reason behind the sadness that rolled off Din, but knowing that he had to be near him, to hold as much of him as he could with his small hands. Din obliged and brought him to his chest, tucking him beneath the ridge of his helmet and settling a hand over his back. Grogu cooed and nuzzled his face against the fabric covering Din’s neck, ears high, contented. Din watched him from the small sliver afforded by the visor, tears wetting his lashes as he blinked them back.

‘This is the way,’ he told himself.

It had never felt more hollow.

It was with a heavy heart that Din readied Grogu, feeding him some leftovers from their meal the previous night and cleaning his face (sure to be careful around his eyes). He tried not to think about how he did it all for the last time as he straightened out his robe, pulled the sleeves down to protect him from wind that continued to whistle around the Crest. When Din lifted him, Grogu finally seemed to understand the finality of his gestures and began to cry, all of a sudden worried. Din’s eyes remained on Grogu as he made his way towards the back of the ship, settling him into the crook of his arm and squeezing a little in an attempt to calm him. They still had some time before they would reach Calodan, they could—

‘You’re like a father to him.’

Din paused at those words, lifted his head to see Ahsoka standing at the bottom of the ramp, looking up at them.

You are as its father.

Din did not respond. Even if it were true, if he allowed himself to think that, what use was the acceptance of such a title when he was so close to giving Grogu away? He did not believe he deserved it. He stood for another moment before he continued down the ramp. The inevitable stood in front of him – he had already stretched time out to the point of breaking and he could hold it off no longer.

‘I cannot train him,’ Ahsoka said.

Din regarded her, a few paces away. ‘You made me a promise, and I held up my end.’

Ashoka closed the distance between them. Grogu cooed as his attention shifted towards her and she took his hand in hers, not unlike Din had done.

‘There is one possibility.’ Ahsoka lifted her gaze, though not so far as to meet the horizontal bar of Din’s visor. ‘Go to the planet Tython, there you will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.’

‘Then what?’

‘Then Grogu may choose his path. If he reaches out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him. Then again,’ Asoka let go of Grogu’s hand, crossed her arms as if to guard herself from her next words: ‘there aren’t many Jedi left.’

Sorrow pricked Din, Ahsoka’s tone hinted at tragedy, though he did not know enough to even begin an attempt at consolation. ‘Thank you’ was all he could manage.

Ahsoka uncrossed her arms, allowed for the sincerity of her words to be fully felt. ‘May the Force be with you.’

Din nodded in thanks and turned, retreating back up the ramp and into the hull. Relief overwhelmed him and he brought Grogu up to his shoulder as he had done so many times before. The dread and anticipation that had gripped his heart since he woke Grogu up eased off, and Din felt near weightless, if only for a singular, fleeting moment where the future did not exist beyond the few seconds ahead of him. He did not need to say goodbye to Grogu just yet – had escaped the event horizon this time – but he knew that one day a farewell would be impossible to avoid.

He only hoped he would be more prepared to face his grief when that day finally came.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #pedro pascal #the mandalorian spoilers

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starshard17 · 2 years

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Anon I apologize I accidentally deleted your ask 😭

But I had a screenshot of it so we're all good 👍

And I'm sorry this request took so long I've had other things going on ❤️

"Ohhh I think I get it now." Remus drawled, eyes wide and crazy and the largest, dumbest grin Roman had ever seen plastered on his face.

"Get what? There's nothing to get." Roman grumbled, eyes fixed to his art desk. Remus hummed, stepping closer and leaning over his brother, both hands slamming onto the table on either side of Roman.

"You're jealous aren't you?" Remus asked, resting his head on top of Roman's, grin widening

"Jealous? Ha. I'm not jealous. There's nothing to be jealous of." Roman spoke, scribbling furiously on his paper.

"Uh huh. Sure." Remus spoke, dancing his hand over to Roman's and plucking the pencil from his grip, shoving Roman when he started desperately grasping for the pencil.

"Give me that!-" Roman seethed, reaching for the pencil which Remus held triumphantly above his head.

Remus' eyes darted to Roman's paper, grinning mischievously.

"Oh? Are you doodling Virgil? Do you need this to doodle him? Am I keeping you from the love of your life?" Remus teased, cackling and dodging when Roman lunged from his chair.

"That's none of your business!" Roman shouted, pushing on Remus' chest as he reached up to try and grab his pencil. Remus continually moved it away from him, sticking his tongue out at Roman when he pulled away fully and the Prince fell to the ground.

"I'll have you know brother dearest that you can just tell me what your gay little is feeling. I'm not gonna judge you. That'd make me one hell of a hypocrit."

Roman grunted as he lifted himself up from the floor and stood on his feet.

"You want to know how I feel? Fine. I feel like you should stay away from Virgil. I feel like you should leave him alone and stop talking to him. I feel like you should just let me keep him to myself. I feel like he deserves way better than you." Roman huffed, poking Remus' chest.

The Duke's grin dropped, and his shoulders tensed up.

"First of all, Ro bro. Virgil's my friend." Remus spoke. The left side of his mouth twisted up in a crooked smirk.

"And if you 'feel' like Virgil needs someone better than me, then you'd better go find someone, cause that's not you." Remus spat, stomping his feet and trampling out of the room.

Roman stood in stunned silence, his mouth tightening into a thin line.

"What...?" Roman breathed out, looking down at his hands. He gripped his sash between his fingers and twisted it up, an uneasiness settling in his stomach.

What made him say that?

He stepped out of his room, dropping his sash and rushing to find Remus.

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Roman pushed open the door to Remus' bedroom, being bombarded by hot air. It didn't smell pleasant but it was familiar.

He walked inside, looking around the foggy bedroom. His boots got stuck in the muddy floor as he traversed the room. He swirled around, raising his hands to his mouth in an 'o' shape.

"Remus!? I need to talk to you!" Roman called out. He waited before hearing a voice.

"I think we've talked enough already. I know how you feel. I know how I feel. We feel differently about a certain topic. And I'm afraid because of that reason-" Remus' voice echoed through the room.

He then dropped in front of his brother, hugging him tightly.

"We can't be buddies. Because I don't care what you want from me, I can't just stop being friends with Virgil again. So. I'm sorry. But you're not my brother anymore." Remus explained, squeezing Roman tighter before pulling away.

"Uh... that's not how that works. I came to apologize anyways." Roman explained, crossing his arms and shifting his weight on his legs.

"Apologize? Since when have you ever apologized for anything you've done to me?" Remus asked, blowing a raspberry into the air and moving to pick at his nails.

"You're. You're right. I'm jealous. And. I'm sorry for saying those things to you. But. I would appreciate it if you uh... didn't hog Virgil to yourself. Because. I really... I really like him. And I don't want to risk losing him to you." Roman explained, eyes downcast.

Remus pulled Roman into another tight squeeze, practically crushing his ribcage.

"That's all I needed to hear. And I'll hog him a moderate amount." Remus explained. He squeezed him tighter, knocking the breath out of Roman.

"Thanks Rem..."

#moonblade writing #ts roman #ts remus #platonic creativtwins

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downywrites · 3 years

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Bird found a cracked prompt and wanted to write it. Wilbur is a dragon. Bird has no words.

...Wilbur is a fucking dragon. I can’t even. Bestie, I can’t. I have no fucking words for how weird this prompt is. Like, no words. Enjoy the shitpost fic.

All was silent on the grounds of church prime. The bells had not been rung, the pews unpolished and undusted. Light rays streamed through the windows, sending shadows scurrying for cover from the dancing squares of lavender-tinted light. The sound of a person stepping onto the marble floor echoed softly. Soft, fluffy feathers puffing up to give him as much warmth as he could possibly get from the cold, imposing building, he shivered, cursing lightly in Spanish as he went. He huddled up to the largest window, basking in the relative warmth there. Quacking happily, curling up on the nearest pew and closing his eyes in bliss.

A similar creaking noise pierced the air, signifying the entry of a new person. Quackity paid it no heed, waving it off as a normal churchgoer. The worst thing one of those people can do is call him weirdchamp. And sure, it would make him cry, but it was only for the subs, you know? A man like him would never, you know, actually cry because someone called him that. (He totally does. He’s really, really sensitive to being called weirdchamp.) Boots drummed on the marble as they walked, a dull thump emanating occasionally when they knocked into something. Confused, he perked up a little, peeking ever so slightly over the pew to look at the source of the noise. A small gasp escaped his mouth. There, in all of his (not at all undead) glory, was Wilbur Soot.

The so called ghost of the SMP sighed loudly, placing his guitar on the floor to play with his belt and inventory a little. He pulled out a small flint and steel, smiling sentimentally, before putting it away in favor of taking out a guitar pick. Quackity’s mind was racing a mile a minute. ‘What? How that fuck? Did Dream actually revive him? No fucking way. Let me get closer.’ He shuffled closer, looking in shock at the very obviously living and breathing person in front of him. Wilbur himself failed to notice the duck hybrid sneaking closer, starting to strum out a few chords on his guitar, wincing slightly at how off-tune it had become from his journey to the church.

He plucked each string with a sense of gentleness in the gesture, as if he was tuning someone’s soul instead of an instrument. His hands danced over the strings and the tuning pegs as quick as the wings of a dove beat while spiraling through the air. Soft, almost timid tuning noises filled the place of worship. Quackity watched, transfixed, as the tuning died down to a few notes, then to nothing once more. Wilbur looked down at the beaten-looking guitar, relief etched onto his face. He sharply inhaled, ready to play the first chords of his song. The sound of his voice reverberated through the space, making his voice sound just as otherworldly as his winged father. The beauty and elegance in his voice contrasted with his words, keeping the duck intrigued by his song. He bounced along to the beat of it, going so far as to quietly trill along to it every once in a while. He let his eyes flutter shut, basking in the warmth of his song. All of a sudden, the music stopped.

“Quackity?” Wilbur’s voice rang out in disbelief. “Why are you here?” Panic welled up in Quackity’s chest. His eyes snapped open, wings splaying in an effort to right himself as quickly as possible. He squeaked loudly, ducking a little underneath the pews in an effort to conceal himself. Trembling, he sat there, not breathing, not moving. A few downy feathers shook themselves free from his wings, settling to the ground gently. The hesitant sound of him approaching made him shake even more, small whimpers of fear escaping his mouth against his will. “Quackity? I’m not going to hurt you.” He looked at the musician, small tears in his eyes. “Y-you promise?” He nods, confused by the turn of events. “Of course I promi-” “See you later, sucker!”

He hopped over the pews, flapping his wings to gain more jump height. The duck hybrid whoops, a great contrast to the emotions he was displaying moments before. He slams open the door, wood creaking dangerously from his sudden burst of strength. The sound of beating wings, muffled by the crunching of snow outside, made Wilbur facepalm internally. He groaned, irritated by the man’s extreme reactions. He looked out of the church door to see Quackity’s receding form. Growling lowly, he sucked in a breath, determined to make him freeze in his tracks. “You know I can fly too, right? And that I’m faster than you?” He grinned slightly. Quackity whirled around, turning to look at him midair. He cupped his hands to his mouth, trying to project his voice. Wilbur strained to hear his voice through the wind. “...you...sure...about that?” That was unmistakable. “You really want to test me, Quackity? Nobody’s supposed to know I’m back yet.” Quackity flipped him off for his efforts to communicate. With a small hop, he warmed up his legs. “You’re going to regret that when I catch you.”

He bent his knees just right to give him a good jump, pushing as hard as he could with both of his feet. He soared through the air a little, giving himself just enough airtime to spread his wings open. They unfurled from behind his back, leathery webs catching the chilly air with practiced ease. He winced at the sharp chill of the snow touching the appendages, before beating his wings strongly to catch up with the fleeing duck hybrid. The wind howled in his ears, prompting him to cover them with his beanie. Within moments, he had almost completely caught up with Quackity.

The latter of the two panted with exertion, failing to notice his shadow looming over him in his tired haze. He turned to look behind him, triumphant in his so-called victory of not being caught. “Haha, sucker! Who’s faster...now?” He looked from left to right, puzzled by his disappearance from his vision. “Where did he…” “Hello, Quackity.” He looked up slowly, eyes dilating in fear at the shape above him. “H-hi…?”

Wilbur pushed him off course, just enough so he wouldn’t get hurt. Quackity yelped, tumbling through the air and flapping his wings wildly. He struggled to keep himself upright, but deep down, both of them knew that his small, fluffy wings wouldn’t be able to support such a maneuver, much less continue to fly in the same path. He half-fell, half-floated to the icy ground below, heart banging in his chest. Wilbur glided down lazily, leathery wings making little to no sound in the gusty area. Quackity’s shoes touched the floor, making him sigh in relief.

“Oh, thank god. I thought I was going to die..”

With an elegant flourish, the musician touched down, wings folding in like origami and disappearing from view. “Hello.” Quackity couldn’t help but make the deal worse for himself. Before he had even thought of something else to say, he blurted out, “You know, saying hello like 10 times isn’t going to make you look cooler.”

His slitted eyes narrowed at the hybrid. Grabbing the duck’s shoulders firmly, he pushed him back down to the ground. His back made contact with the chilly ground, making him shiver a little. Eyes wide, he stared at the musician in slight fear. He scanned his face for any sign of joking around, for any hope in his survival. He found none. Wilburs countenance looked set in stone. “Ehehe, buddy! My friend, let’s talk about this, ok?” His grip tightened considerably, crushing his biceps and shoulder muscles a little bit more. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, dude! Please, chill out!”

Wilbur’s eyes softened a little. “Fine.” He huffed lightly, letting go of the hybrid completely and crossing his arms over his chest. His wings stretched out around him, covering him in a warm-looking cappuccino-colored blanket. Quackity stared at the pair of limbs in wonder. “When did you get these?” He wasn’t going to question how or why he was back in the first place, but he really, really wanted to know when he upgraded from his earlier pair of wings to the monstrosities that grew out of his back presently. Maybe, if he asked nicely, he’d get a pair. (In truth, he was certainly going to do something else to get it rather than ask nicely. He’s Quackity. What’s life without a little fun?)

“Hey, Wilbur? Can you hear me?” No answer. “Wilbur?” His wings shifted around him, covering up more of his body. “Come on, man! You can’t just leave me in suspense!” He scooched over to him, poking at the leather slightly to get his attention. To his surprise, the musician giggled quietly from behind his wings. “Don’t do that.” He poked him again, signature ‘:]’ smile slowly growing on his face. He traced a vein on the other’s trembling wing, listening to the musician’s charming giggles ebbing and flowing.

“Quahahackity...Stohop…” He opened his wings a little, before choosing to close them again instead of stopping him. Quackity raised one of his eyebrows questioningly. “Oh? Did you just decide to not stop me, hm? Do you actually like this?” Wilbur said nothing to deny it, simply giggling louder and pushing his wing into the duck’s hands more. He let his hands roam over his wing, dragging his nails lightly over the soft webbing. His other hand dug gently into the skin of the wing, feeling its silky smooth texture under his palms and fingertips. All the while, Wilbur laughed away, making no move to stop his fellow musician.

Quackity began to grow tired of his quiet giggles. He dug his hands deeper into his wings, coaxing out louder barks of laughter. The other finally pushed him away. “Ahahalright, thahat’s enough.” The duck hybrid was not amused. “No, I think you need a little payback for that stunt you pulled in the air, dude.” He pounced on the other, pushing him down to the ground in a similar fashion as before. Playfulness glimmered in his eyes. Although the positioning meant that Wilbur could leave whenever he truly wished, he still felt butterflies dance lightly in his stomach. He looked away from Quackity’s wiggling fingers, cheeks burning slightly. “J-just do it.” He didn’t have to say it twice.

Quackity dug his fingers into his sides quickly, eliciting a high-pitched squeal. The hispanic’s hands darted underneath his sweater, swiping at his sides and hips. He moved from spot to spot fluidly, keeping the man underneath him guessing. Wilbur’s laughter squeaked when he rubbed and scratched at his hips, prompting him to torture that spot for a little longer. His wings flapped weakly behind him, trying to help him fly away, even though he was flat on the floor. He covered his face with his forearm, laughing behind it freely. “Duhuhuck-bohohoy! Stohohohop! Ihihit tihihihickles!” Quackity pretended to be offended.

“Duck boy? Oh, that’s rude!” He gestured at the man in mock offense with one hand. “That deserves a bit of a punishment, don’tcha think?” He grinned, a look that could scare any casino regular with a hand on their wallet. His hands wandered over to the other’s wings, laying his hands on the very bases. His entire body tensed underneath Quackity’s hands. Wilbur’s eyes widened, snapping to look at him with an intensity he hadn’t seen in ages. “Wait, Quackity- no, no, nOHO!” Quackity scribbled at the seams of his wing, rubbing at the web carefully. Wilbur arched his back almost violently. “NOHAHAHAHA! QUAHAHAHACKIHI- IHIHITY! PLEHEHE- AHAHA!” Ignoring his pleas, the duck dragged his fingers over the base again and again, relishing in the sound of the musician’s charming laughter. His exploration was cut short by a small cracking noise. He stopped for a moment, confused. “What was that noise?”

He looked around for any signs of ice around them, confusion painted on his face. “What-” “Quackity.” Wilbur’s amused voice made him turn back to look at him...to see a dragon, tail, wings, horns and all. “What.” The tan colored dragon underneath him waved at him, a familiar beanie caught in his horns. “I think the spell did more than just give me wings.” His voice sounded amused, but his mouth made no facial expressions. He pushed the duck off, shaking himself out like a dog. Quackity gaped in shock.

“You- wha- how-” The dragon’s jagged shoulders shrugged. “I’m not sure, but Dream’s spell sure did a number on my body, apparently. Want a ride back? I don’t suppose you can fly back without a running start.” He leaned down, letting him get on his back. Quackity marveled at the horse-sized creature, running his hands over his rough scales. “Woah.” He winced when his hand caught on one of his scales, waving his hand around a little bit. Wilbur, completely unknowing of his situation, crouched and took off with a loud beat of his wings. The wind battered the duck like a punch to the face, leaving him reeling. He held on to Wilbur’s scales for dear life, hoping to god he doesn’t fall off on the way back.

It didn’t take long for them to reach church prime. Wilbur landed gracefully on the grass nearby, wings battering the plants that grew nearby and, in some cases, ripping them out of the ground. “You good up there?” He craned his neck to look at him, chuckling lowly at the shellshocked face he saw peeking out from behind his wing joints. He unfurled a wing, placing the tip on the dirt. “You can come down now.” Quackity dragged himself over the scales dramatically, sliding down with a groan. “Dude, your flying taxi skills are shit…” He groaned, holding a hand over his mouth as if he was going to puke. “Bleck!” The dragon laughed, a deep rumbling noise that shook the server. “You’ll be fine, you wimp.” He got ready to fly again, wings stretching out as much as he could allow.

“What the fuck? Why is there a dragon?” Wilbur groaned loudly, rolling his eyes. “Ah, shit. Here we go again.” There were a lot of things to explain that day. It seemed that Wilbur needed to catch up with the rest. And all the while, Quackity giggled at the (newly dubbed) dragon hybrid. After all, what else is Quackity here for, other than the pure chaos?

#downywrites #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #my writing #lee!wilbur #ler!quackity #I have no words #why #sfw tickling

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moonstonediaz · 2 years

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oooohh i had actually forgot about this one! just a cute little domestic buddie scene. i got writers block where this ends and just never finished it

“Did you know they only rarely eat birds? Yeah, they mainly eat amphibians and insects. But they are the largest spider in the world by mass and body length, so at least they got the ‘goliath’ part right.” Buck rambles on and on about his and Christopher’s current spider obsession, gesturing wildly with a dish towel in his hand.

Eddie’s smirking and shaking his head fondly as he listens to Buck’s latest string of facts. They’re at Eddie’s house for the night, washing dishes together after a very filling dinner of lasagna, breadsticks, and salad. Eddie washes and Buck dries while Christopher sits in the living room looking for a movie to watch.

“Just don’t try getting him a tarantula for his birthday this year,” Eddie chuckles. “I don’t think that poor girl at the pet store likes us too much. Not after last time.”

He passes a rinsed off plate over to Buck who takes it wordlessly. He tries not to think about the last time Buck tried to get Chris a pet for his birthday. Eddie set a ‘no mammals’ policy after the hamster incident last year. Which consisted of Chris near tears, Buck promising he’d take care of it instead, and an awkward conversation at the pet store to exchange it for a fish. Not all parents can be good-cops, but Eddie doesn’t particularly like enduring the silent treatment from his kid.

Speaking of silent…

Eddie looks to his right to find Buck drying off the plate and purposefully avoiding his gaze.

“Buck, I swear to–”

“I didn’t!”

“Do not,” Eddie points a finger at Buck and takes a step closer, “bring a spider into this house.”

“Well, spiders aren’t mammals, so–” Buck tries to reason.

“Evan–,”

“You said no mammals!”

“–Buckley.”

“Did you just ‘Evan’ me?”

“I’m gonna do worse than that if you buy him a spider.”

Eddie’s faux attempt to intimidate Buck backfires. Buck is laughing as he puts the plate away and throws the towel over his shoulder.

“Come on, Eddie,” Buck fixes him with a smirk, folding his arms across his broad chest. “Even if I did bring one home, we both know you wouldn’t go anywhere near it.”

Eddie glares and tries not to focus on the funny feeling in his chest when Buck refers to Eddie’s house as ‘home’. Instead, he swipes the towel off Buck’s shoulder and points it at him threateningly.

“Okay, Buck,” Eddie takes a corner of the towel in one hand and slowly runs it through his fingers until he has the diagonal corner in his other hand. Looking up at Buck, he raises a single eyebrow.

“What–are you gonna spank me?” Buck clamps his mouth shut, his cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink.

Eddie shakes his head and begins spinning the towel, winding it up. Buck’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s coming to him.

“H–hey, Eddie. It’s cool, okay? I won’t get the spider.” Buck starts backing away from Eddie as the towel gets tighter in his grip.

“I know you won’t,” Eddie smirks and takes another step.

#ask games #t answers #tinselbuck #t writes

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blossomingimagines · 4 years

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Hearth Fire

Cheryl Blossom x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,194

Summary:

Notes: I hope this is what you wanted.

You could feel the heated gaze burning into the back of your head. Your sentence petering off into a low mumble as you turn your head in the direction it was coming from. Feeling your brow furrow at the sight of your girlfriend being the source of such a heated look.

Of course, you knew that Cheryl was like fire incarnate. That she burned with such an intensity many were surprised that you hadn’t gotten scorched from being so close to her, but you didn’t see her that way. When others saw a raging wildfire you saw a calming hearth fire-- something that reminded you of home no matter where you were. When others were lashed with her fiery tongue and her burning words, you were cradled by the warmth of her affection and the loving glow in her eyes when she saw you. You were the only one that had been able to combat the spitfire that was Cheryl Marjorie Blossom.

Which is why you were surprised that you were on the receiving end of one of her infamous glares. Her beautiful brown eyes shining with an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher from the distance between you, but you knew for certain that it wasn’t one many would want to see. Her full lips were pressed into a thin line, a clear show of her displeasure if it wasn’t also for the added bonus of her own furrowed brow. It was a sight that proved to you that something was bothering your girlfriend, and you were going to find out what-- as soon as you finished with your conversation.

Turning your head, you smile at the sight of confused blue eyes. Betty Cooper had been your best friend since kindergarten-- the bond of being cubby buddies could never be broken after all. You watch as Betty’s gaze moves to just above your shoulder, her brow furrowing in thought at what she sees.

“Is everything alright with her?” Betty asks, her eyes once again meeting yours but the confused look stays. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look that angry at you before.”

You shrug. “I don’t have any idea what could have caused Cheryl such distress, but I am going to her house after school today so I hope I find out what’s wrong when I’m there.”

Blue eyes narrow in thought. “Just be careful, alright?” Betty replies, stepping closer to you with a gentle smile. Her hand coming up to grip your bicep with a surprisingly strong hold. “You know how Cheryl can get.”

“Betty,” you sigh, your own hand taking Betty’s in a reassuring embrace. “I know you don’t believe me when I say that Cheryl is as harmless as a teddy bear with me, but I swear to you she is. No matter how angry she gets she would never dream of harming me. Nor would she ever forgive herself if she ever accidentally did.” You nudge your best friend with an easy-going smile. “Trust me, please.”

At the sight of your smile, Betty seems to slacken with her own smile appearing once again. Her words coming out in a low whisper. “I trust you with my life.”

Grinning, you pull Betty into a tight hug. Your nose nuzzling into the familiar blonde locks. “And I trust you with mine, Betts,” you whisper. “Now you need to trust Cheryl with it too.”

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“Cheryl, what’s wrong,” you call after the retreating form of your favorite red-head. You weren’t surprised when she didn’t respond to you-- simply continuing her trek towards her room. Sighing, you follow your girlfriend and hope that once she’s in the confines of a place that makes her feel comfortable, away from prying eyes, she’ll let down her walls and let you in.

You wince at the sound of a slamming door. Your worry only growing because of it-- Cheryl never slammed doors when she knew you were following her. She always left them open because she never wanted you to feel like she was locking you out. That she was shutting herself away from you.

A breath of relief passing through your lips as you try her door and it’s unlocked, which means she still wants you in her presence. That she hadn’t locked you out completely which was something you were eternally grateful for.

Opening the door, you cautiously enter the room. Your eyes falling to the beautiful figure of your girlfriend on the edge of her bed-- her head bowed with her long hair acting as a curtain between you and the face you adored more than anything else. Without another moment of hesitation, you move towards her. Making sure that you make just enough noise as to not startle her when you finally kneel in front of her-- your hand resting gently on her knee.

“Cher,” you begin in a soft whisper. “Do you want to tell me what’s been bothering you all day?”

Her body stiffens for a moment because of the question, but at your continued presence, she slowly relaxes. A small sigh being the only thing she emits for a moment. Though after a short pause she raises her head and you’re met with the beautiful brown eyes that you adore.

You smile. “There’s my pretty girl.”

Your smile only grows at the slight blush that dusts her cheeks because of your words, but it soon falls away when you see the clear conflict shining in her gaze. Raising your hand, you caress her cheek and have to fight off the smile that’s pulling at your lips when she leans into your touch.

“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”

A small chuckle leaves her lips. “Nothing good.”

“What do you mean?” You gently prod once you realized she wasn’t going to continue speaking. “If you tell me about it maybe I can make it better.”

You watch as Cheryl shifts, a move you easily recognize as her being uncomfortable, which causes a small frown to pull your brow down. You refrain from saying anything else though because you know this is something Cheryl has to decide by herself. That it wasn’t something you could just rush towards. The silence settling between the both of you like static-- buzzing all around, a constant presence, but neither of you doing anything to stop its pull. You simply rest on your haunches and watch as Cheryl’s mind works over the words she wants to say.

After another couple of moments of silence, your patience finally pays off. Cheryl’s brown eyes soon meet your own gaze with emotions you could now decipher-- the largest being insecurity. Without thinking you take Cheryl’s hand into your own and give it a gentle squeeze. You needed to show Cheryl that you were there for her no matter what and that nothing would ever change that.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“You’re going to think it’s stupid,” Cheryl mutters, her head dipping in embarrassment. With practiced ease you bring your fingers underneath Cheryl’s chin and tilt her head back up-- your gaze imploring as you stare into the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen.

“Cher, there is nothing in this world that would ever make me think that your feelings are stupid,” you reply, with complete conviction in your tone. “Your emotions aren’t stupid, Cher, they’re not something that I will ever laugh at or patronize. So, please, tell me what has caused you such stress today.”

A frown furrows her brow, but she responds nonetheless. “Betty.”

Confusion flashes across your face. “Betty?” you ask. “What did Betty do that made you so upset today? Did she sit in your favorite spot in math again?”

“As if,” Cheryl scoffs, rolling her eyes for added measure. “I wouldn’t get that pissy if wannabe Barbie sat in my seat.”

A small smile pulls at your lips. “Babe, you once started a full out war in lunch one day because a freshman decided to sit next to me.”

Her eyes narrow at that. “That’s different.”

“How?”

“No one sits next to my baby except for me,” she replies simply.

Chuckling, you shake your head with fondness beginning to settle on your face. “So if it wasn’t the seat what did Betty do that caused you to make your Vixens actually tremble in fear as you passed them.”

A red hue begins to make its way across Cheryl’s face-- the sudden shyness causing your eyes to widen. However, your smile stays firmly in place as you watch your girlfriend try to figure out what to say.

When Cheryl does speak again you almost missed it because of how softly she spoke. Her words barely being able to be classified as a whisper. “She was flirting with you.”

You frown. “Come again?”

Cheryl glares at you but, unlike before, it has no real heat behind it. “She was flirting with you.”

“Betty?” You repeat. “The same Betty that used to steal my cookies at naptime? The one who I’ve known since I learned the alphabet?”

“Yes.”

A short laugh erupts from your mouth at the very notion. “Cher, I don’t think Betty was flirting with me. We’ve always been touchy-feely because that’s just how we are with one another. I promise you it’s nothing more than that.”

“Maybe to you, babe, but not to her,” Cheryl replies, her gaze gaining heat the longer you discussed Betty. “My dear cousin thinks that she can take you from me, but she has another thing coming if she thinks I will let you go that easily.”

You shake your head at the very notion. “Cheryl there is no way that Betty Cooper has a crush on me. Doesn’t she have the biggest nerd crush on Jughead?”

Cheryl’s eyes harden. “Why would she settle for that hobo when she can have the goddess sitting before me? Jones is just someone that can tide her over before she can have the true prize.”

“Or she actually likes him, Cher.”

Cheryl simply stares at you for a moment, her brown eyes softening as she gazes at your earnest features. “Do you know one of the reasons I love you?”

She asks suddenly, her hand stroking your cheek as she does so.

“I have no idea, Cher.”

“Your belief in others,” she supplies. “That their intentions are pure and they don’t have any ulterior motives.” She lowers her head with a sigh. “Though this trait can be one of the most infuriating things about you as well. Your belief will get you hurt one day, my dearest one, and I don’t know if I could bear to see that once it does.”

Smiling, you grip Cheryl’s hand in your own. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m fine and so are you, but I want you to know that even if Betty has a crush on me it wouldn’t matter.”

“But you’re best friends,” Cheryl objects. “You have so much in common.”

You dip your head in acknowledgment of that. “We do,” you agree. “And I do love Betty but it will never be in the same way that I love you, Cher. I love you with my entire heart and soul. Nothing and no one could ever change that.” You shrug with a rueful smile quirking your lips. “I love you in more ways than I can count, but do you want to know the one that stands out the most to me?”

“What?” Cheryl asks with a warm smile beginning to form on her face.

“You’re my fire,” you begin. “You’re the flame that keeps me warm on even the coldest of nights. The light that shines bright on my darkest moments. You are the presence that keeps me safe no matter the scenario that I am in. Thinking of you, being with you, reminds me that no matter where I am I will always be home. People liken you to a wildfire, Cher, but they couldn’t be further from the truth.” You raise yourself up into a crouching position, so your face was level with hers. Your forehead pressing lightly against hers. “You are my hearth fire. You are the constant warm feeling that I always have in my chest. You are the person that I can go to with any problem because I know that you will always be there for me. You will always be the one that I can go to because you are my home.”

You watch as Cheryl’s beautiful smile causes her eyes to brighten. Her love shining brightly within her gaze and your own being reflected back.

Feeling her lips press against yours causes your eyes to flutter shut. Your heart singing with happiness at the presence of her. At the feeling of warmth and love that rushed through you because of her presence.

Being in her arms soothes you more than anything else ever could. So you knew that Cheryl would never have to worry about someone taking you from her. That she would never have to worry about Betty.

She was your hearth fire and you would never leave her.

#cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl x reader #riverdale #riverdale imagines #cheryl blossom imagine #cheryl blossom #cheryl #hearth fire

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poptod · 3 years

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The Game (Baxter x Reader)

Description: You’re either a weirdo or a psychopath. Or both.

Notes: so this is um. kind of weird. but i guess thats kind of my thing at this point WC: 1.7k

"Didn't think this was how it'd go, did'ja?"

"I would really like it if you took these handcuffs off."

"Why? Cause they're yours?"

You stepped closer to his chair, dragging your gaze over every knot you tied around his body. The rope around his ankles and chest, the metal handcuffs behind the back, the gag unceremoniously hung round his neck ever since he wrestled it off.

"Does that bother you?" You asked as you bent in front of him, a wide, toothy grin spreading across your lips. "Being tied up by your own tools?"

"Shut. The fuck. Up," he hissed out beneath his breath, staring straight forward with a glare that could kill. As usual he completely avoided your own eyes.

"Aww, tiny cop is a little testy today, isn't he?"

Shooting up from your position on the floor, you wandered into a darker corner of the room, where the fluorescent light shining over Baxter couldn't quite reach. There you kept your bookcase stocked full of a variety of your tools. Mostly books, but several of the shelves held cases for knives and bug specimens, two of the most beautiful things you imagined one could have. The white light reflected off the glass case and into the detective's eyes.

"I think you need to calm down," you said as you dug into one of the bookcase drawers, feeling around for a lighter and cigarette. "You smoke, right?"

He remained quiet, that glare still piercing the wall in front of him.

"Doesn't matter. I've seen you smoke. I watch you a lot, you know," you spoke through the cig, clicking on the lighter in your hands before a flame burst.

The steps you took towards him were small, calculated, and gentle with your tapping shoes on the cement floor. This room didn't have the best sound quality, and every little noise was magnified by the stone walls. The minimum amount of furniture had made way for the same echo.

"You're very interesting to watch. You're the only cop that's actually interesting. Did you know that?"

With how low his seat was on the ground his face was right in front of your hips, and you spared him no mercy. Instead you stepped even closer, till he was forced to lean back with uneven breath, ire lacing his stare that had nowhere else to rest but you now.

"I've met a lot of cops in a lot of different countries," you admitted thoughtlessly, taking a long drag from your cigarette. "But you're fun. And so fuckin' pretty."

You knelt once more, this time nearly sat between his legs, and blew smoke into his face. His nose scrunched up as his eyes shut, annoyance clear on his pursed lips.

"What the hell do you want from me?" He said in a low, quiet voice that you had already come to know quite well. The moment you recognized it another smile spread across your face, big and unsettlingly happy.

"A good time, hopefully," you said, raising your hand to his face. At first he flinched, twitching away from you, but your need was relentless. Your palm landed on his cheek, allowing you to stroke the small cut along his cheekbone.

When at last he raised his eye to meet yours, the first thing you noted was fear. Fear permeates every emotion––it raises itself above all else, tells on itself before any other emotion can. There were other things beneath that, of course; anger, contempt, the usual when someone is forcefully tied to a chair in the middle of a nondescript room with no windows.

"Don't worry," you chirped. "I won't hurt you. Much. I just... I have these cravings."

Before turning back to your bookcase, you took another slow drag from your cig, watching the end burn till it nearly touched your lips. The smoke you blew out was half in his face and half not, though by his expression it might as well have been all of it.

You reached into your pocket, pulling out the key to one of your glass cases. It wasn't a terribly secure location for the contents, but that little bit of danger was always thrilling––never knowing if your prey will manage to reach those knives.

Your largest was closer to a sword than a dagger, and though it did its' job of intimidation, the easier tool was the small silver knife engraved with cuneiform. The most painful was the jagged-toothed blade, who tore at skin instead of slicing it. That was for another time.

With the silver knife in hand you turned back around, a knowing smirk on your face as you once more approached the detective.

"Jim Baxter. James. Jimmy-boy. How ya feeling? Good?"

No reaction from him. Perfect.

"You want to know something? Little tid-bit of information. Little fun fact about me," you said with a sigh as you knelt. "I don't like your line of work. Not just because you guys are always tryin' to bust my ass and ruin the fun, but I don't like the government in general. The perfect society is an anarchal society. It's probably too much to ask what your leaning on this is, right? I think I know anyway."

You fiddled with the knife in your hands, toying with the handle and picking at the blade.

"White-picket fence boy," you added.

"The hell does that mean?"

"You know exactly what it means. It's just––I think it's a little funny. All around you're such a law-abiding person, so nice, so plain, and you've got all this flavor on your face."

By the way his eyes widened, you could tell what came to his mind. It was what came to most people's minds when you tried to explain the essence of flavor in human personality; cannibalism.

"I'm not going to eat you," you clarified, chuckling when his breathing returned to normal. "I could, though. I have no qualms against it. Peel off the skin of your face, fillet that shit... probably taste like chips."

"Why are you doing this? What – what even are you doing?" He finally asked, succumbing to the confusion and curiosity that had plagued him ever since he woke up here.

"Intimidation. Kidnapping. Those are still illegal, right?"

"Yes."

"Right. Well, anyway, those are just some crimes that I by no means on purpose committed. It was just the only way to get what I really want," you said as the tip of your knife pressed into his clothed knee, running down the fabric and leaving a small scratch mark in his pant leg. He jerked away, but you only pressed harder, keeping him in place with a tight hand around his ankle.

"Don't be shy now," you grinned.

"You think you're hot shit –"

"I am."

"– but I'll find you, and –"

"It seems to me you already have."

"Would you shut the fuck up?!"

"Sorry. Go on."

"I'm gonna put you in jail, where creeps like you belong," he said through gritted teeth, his jaw set as he met your awaiting eyes.

"You think I'm a creep? I'm the most sane out of all my friends. Though, I do suppose we live in two different worlds," you said with a shrug.

His type lived in the light. Sunny-day type people, warm homes to come to at the end of the day, dark green grass and clean highways. Yours is more in the style of broken down street lamps––burning rubber from car wheels and the warmth of a lighter. At least that's the way you liked to put it, romanticized into the sweetest fashion so it's easier to swallow.

Honestly, most of your friends are coke dealers. There's one that sells guns to minors, but he's not a friend of yours. Just someone you know. All of them are good people, you can't deny that, but it's not a gentle environment.

Not that you're any bit unlike them. You do, after all, kidnap people and taunt them for fun.

"Alright. Question for you. Ever had sex?"

Nothing. You giggled, crossing your arms on his knees.

"Ever kissed someone? You don't seem like the person who would like any of that stuff. I'll still be surprised if you haven't, though. The idea that no one tried to jump your bones? Yeesh. I don’t think that's possible," you rambled on, making a few vague hand gestures as his glare never faded.

The surly twist in his face reached a high point, ending with him spitting onto your face with a deep irritation in his expression. It took a second or two before you quite processed what had just happened, but when you did you had no hesitation in your response; licking the flat of your tongue up from his jaw to his temple.

"You like that? Into that kinda thing?" You asked in a booming laugh as he spluttered, desperately trying to worm away from you. "That was on you, buddy. Come on. Admit it."

"I'm not going to –"

"Come on, say it! You deserved that. Right?"

You grabbed his chin in a tight grip, forcing him to look at you.

"You get everything that's coming to you. You deserve everything you'll receive within the next... hmm, let's say, three months? Depends on when I get bored of you," you hummed, glancing to the side as you thought.

"The next three months? What are you gonna do in that time?" He asked almost softly, brow furrowed in the same consternation as his eyes.

"Have a little bit of fun, for once. I hope you prove to be more entertaining than the last girl," you said with a grunt, pushing yourself to your feet. "In the meantime... you can't be missing for too long, baby."

"Wh –"

With the butt of your dagger in hand, you whirled back around, hitting him right in his temple. The hit of the massive gem on his skull knocked him out, muscles untensing as he fell limp in his restraints.

You smiled and breathed a sigh of happy relief, as though you had finished swimming in the brisk water of a lake.

"Ah... he seems nice."

Thirty minutes and he's waking up, waves of pain throbbing from his cranium. He hissed as he tried to sit up, realizing with much comfort that he was back in the linen sheets of his bed, the comforter all tangled and mussed beneath him. By the look of the clock, it was the morning of his first shift of the week.

And the first thing he has to tell his boss is that there's another psycho on the loose.

#detective baxter x reader #detective baxter #the little things #rami malek #rami malek character

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trondopeacekeeper · 3 years

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The ultimate fright - Trondo waking up from a nap to discover that Andy has managed to get his claws on a kunai. Unharmed, not messing around with it and with the blade pointed away from him, but still in the kid's possession.

It wasn't until after the nap that Trondo checked the kunais, thinking they were safe inside the metal chest in his room. His heart sank down to his stomach when realized the terrible situation again: Of eight kunais he could only count seven.

Worst of all, the missing kunai was just Andy's favorite, the one with orange runes engraved on its sharp double edge. The largest in size, a dangerous weapon he had brought from Fireworks Factory.

Trondo's gulp sounded hard, suddenly fear gripped him completely.

"Andy?" he rummaged around the place, searching desperate for the little buddy while worst-case scenarios running through his head. That kunai was dangerous, even he had suffered more than one injury just by unsheathing it.

"Andy!"

Finally he found the hatchling under a table. The dreadful feeling of fear instantly disappeared as he saw the little boy safe and sound with no harm, albeit with the kunai still in his teeth. "Fuck! Little boy... You scared me half to death! I thought something bad would have happened to you..."

Ignoring Andy's reluctance, Trondo picked up what was his and hugged the little boy as if he was going to lose him at any moment.

#twelvedozenterrors #[meme: the ultimate fright]#[verse: Draconian Love]

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samthemarvelfan · 4 years

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One Last Time (Part 2 of 2)

Summary: ModernAU! Mini Series! With her best friend’s wedding around the corner, Ella Monroe is bound to run into people from her past. While she may have left her old life behind, it seems as though her heart hasn’t.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC, feat: Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson

Warnings: Swearing, heavy angst, infidelity, mentions of drinking, implied smut.

A/N: Part Two is here! (It’s long and im sorry lol) This idea was so much fun to write! Thank you as always for all the love on Part One, I’m so honored you’re reading my work! Buckle up, y’all. You’re in for quite the ride. <3 (taglist is still open, just send an ask!)

Taglist: @iheartsebastianstan @jjlizz @stuckysbabe @sk493494 @lefoutoir @nickangel13 @marvelismysafezone @lilulo-12 @warmvanillafeels @star-spangled-beard-burn @ravenesque @pinknerdpanda @wintersoldierissucharide @snapcapquartet @ellen-reincarnated1967 @unlistedpond @my-drowning-in-time @supernaturalwintersoldier @kimvmarvel @roseboho @disaffectedbarnes (strikethrough means the tag didn’t work! I’m sorry!)

“I was wondering how long you were gonna avoid me.”

Your breathe caught in your throat. Suddenly, it felt like ice water was rushing down your spine.

You couldn’t think—couldn’t move. You had to will your brain to function again.

“What exactly makes you think you’re worth me avoiding?” You hissed.

Bucky’s voice was ingrained into your memory—you’d know it anywhere. The biggest crowds or the largest rooms, you could pick out his tone.

He let out a small chuckle. “It’s good to see you, Els.”

He was sat in a shadowed part of the patio, it’s no wonder you didn’t see him when you came out.

You scoffed, “Is it? Wish I could say the same there, buddy.”

The shock of seeing him had faded; how were you this composed? You’d always thought you’d be putty in his hands if you ever saw him again.

Turns out your backbone was made of fucking steel.

Bucky stood, gripping onto what you assumed was bourbon—his go-to drink.

On the rocks, three fingers high. You thought, hating yourself for remembering.

When he stepped into the light, it was clear why your backbone had been strong; you hadn’t seen his face yet.

You’d be a liar if you said he looked bad. He was still handsome as ever. He had a bit of a beard now, the stubble of one at least, and his hair was shorter thank you’d ever seen it.

“Wanda said you asked if I was here.” You crossed your arms, shielding yourself from him.

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “I did.”

You waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. The only sound between the two of you was the ice clinking against his glass.

“You gonna tell me why?” You sneered.

Bucky smiled and shook his head. “Just curious, Els. Just curious.”

Why is he smiling? What the fuck does he have to smile about?

“Right, I’m sure curiosity is what made you hide out here. Alone.”

He finished his drink with one final toss, “Actually, I was with Steve, but he said he was grabbing drinks for you guys, so...figured I didn’t wanna intrude.”

Your arms fell to your sides, “Intrude?” You asked.

Bucky nodded, “Yeah. On your date. Personally, I don’t see it, but if he’s what you’re into now-a-days, then...” he drifted off.

Your blood began to boil. “What I’m into?” You echoed. “I’m not here with Steve, James. Even if I was, I don’t think that’s any of your fucking business.”

His eyes widened, confidence drained from his face. “No, no, Els I didn’t mean—“

“And another thing, what makes you think you have even the smallest right to make that comment? Or any comment! It’s been 5 years, James!” You’d shouted, grateful for the music bumping inside.

Bucky scrubbed a hand down his beard, “I know, I know...shit. This isn’t how I wanted this to go.”

“This?” You asked, “There is no this. Hasn’t been for a long time, you made sure of that.”

When he didn’t reply, you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Ya know what? You’re not worth the aggravation. I’ve been there with you and there’s nothing good in it for me.” You start heading towards the doors to go back inside.

“Enjoy the wedding, James.” You say without looking at him.

Your hand touches the door, when he calls out to you. “Ella?”

Your gaze is returned to him once more.

“Y-you look beautiful, Doll.” He says.

You, on the other hand, don’t say anything.

Once your back inside, you find Wanda and Sam and Steve and finish the rest of your night in the company of your friends.

All while wondering if that crack you heard in Bucky’s voice was real or not.

“Vomit. I’m going to vomit.” Wanda said, fanning herself.

You rushed back to her with a glass of cold water. “Oh no you’re not, not in this dress and that makeup. I won’t allow it.”

She sipped the cold drink, “I’m starting to regret having no one up there with me.”

You adjusted her veil, primping the last bit you could. “No shit.” You joked.

She let out a long breathe, and then inhaled deeply. “I’m getting married. God, this is crazy.”

You smiled softly, “It’s not crazy. No one, and I mean no one deserves this more than you.”

Wanda’s eyes landed gently on yours, “You do.”

You sat with that for a moment. Your best friend is standing here, minutes before she walks down the isle, trying to get you to understand that you are worthy of love, and that you deserve your happy ending.

“I love you, Wan.” You choked out. “But if you make me cry I’m gonna kick you ass.”

You both laughed out your nerves. “Whew...okay, distract me. I can’t sit here for 10 more minutes in silence.”

You waited a moment, thinking on what to say, before you blurred out what was weighing most on your mind.

“I saw Bucky last night.” You whispered.

Wanda eyes expanded, “What? You didn’t tell me!”

You roll your eyes at her dramatics, “There’s nothing to tell, Wan.”

“Well what did he say?!” She prodded.

You recounted the small interaction to her. Her face making the funniest expressions with each added detail.

“Then he said ‘this isn’t how I wanted this to go’...whatever that means.” You said, handing her her bouquet.

“Anything else happen?” God damn this girl could read you like a book.

You cleared your throat. “I was uh, I was walking back inside and he stopped me and said ‘you look beautiful, doll’...”

Her jaw dropped, “He so wants you back.”

You laughed. Genuinely laughed. “Wanda, you’re psychotic.”

She slapped your shoulder, “Am not! He obviously regrets what he did and how things ended. Maybe he wanted to use this weekend to apologize?”

You shook your head subtly, slipping your heels back on. “James Barnes does not apologize.” You stated flatly.

5 Years Earlier, before the breakup.

“Buck, please stop.” You whispered to him.

He was being brash, loud, and boisterous at the very first work event you’d been invited too.

Oh yeah, and he was piss drunk off of the open bar.

“Stop what? I’m just telling stories, Doll.” He said, louder than he realized.

You colleagues all gave you looks of pity. Your boss Pepper was watching you with a curious eye, not judging, just taking in your interaction.

That was somehow worse.

“Bucky, please...everyone is looking at you. This is my job. You’re—“

“I’m what, Els?” He slurs loudly.

Your feel the blood rush to your face. “James...” you warn.

“What is it? Am I embarrassing you? I’m not fancy enough to hang out with your work pals, is that it?” His words are laced with venom. How long had he been feeling like this?

Your face softened looking at your boyfriend. About to speak, you notice Pepper making her way through the crowd.

You panic, “Alright, time to go.” Quickly, you grab Bucky’s hand and yank him toward the door.

You don’t stop walking until you’re a safe distance away from the building where the conference was being held.

“What is the matter with you?!” You shout unable to keep composure any longer.

Bucky’s face is stoic, and unfazed by your outburst.

“I was trying to have fun, but those uptight douchebags wouldn’t know fun if it—“

“I work with those people, James! My boss was watching you make an ass of yourself the whole time!” You can’t help the anger settling in your bones.

He scoffed, “So you are embarrassed of me. Noted.” He said walking past you.

But he paused, turning on his heel to take a few steps back to you. “Ya know what, Els? I didn’t have a fancy education and I don’t have a big, cushy job. I’m just an average fucking guy. I can’t fit in with these people, I don’t belong with those people.”

You cross your arms. Have you really become this couple? Fighting on the streets of Manhattan in the freezing cold?

“Have I ever asked you to be someone else? I invited you because my Boss told everyone to bring their spouses.” You take a step toward him.

Bucky sighed, running his hands down his face. “We’re just...two different people, Ella.”

All at once it feels like the winds been knocked out of you.

“Yeah. Yeah we are. But unlike you, I don’t see you the way you do. I see a hardworking man. A guy who has taken care of everyone else his whole life, and who deserves to have someone finally take care of him. I see a man who takes pride in his work and enjoys what he does. I see a guy who pays his bills on time, and who always manages to surprise me with even the smallest of gestures. I see the man I love, James.”

You were crying. How long had he felt so inadequate? It broke your heart to think he didn’t feel as important as he was to you.

“I can’t help my job. I can’t help my education. But don’t you dare throw those things in my face. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am, and I’m damn proud of myself for it.

He watched you for a moment, his jaw clenched tightly. Bucky shoved his hands in his pocket before hanging his head low. “I’m...I don’t know what to say.”

Damn his pride. You thought to yourself.

You reached out to him, cupping his cheek in your hand. “I know. It’s okay.”

He kissed your palm, before pulling you into him. “I’m not good enough. I know I’m not. Not for you.”

Bucky kissed your forehead, and for some reason, you weren’t sure why, it felt like he was saying goodbye.

The wedding was beautiful. Not a dry eye in the house—certainly not from you.

“Nat was a blubbering mess.” Sam jested.

“Excuse me for being over-emotional!” She said gesturing pointedly at her stomach.

You laughed, “I cried too, Nat, don’t worry.”

“Hey, got your table cards, guys.” Steve said, walking over to the three of you.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile, “She seat us together?”

He nodded, “Sure did, thank goodness.” Steve smiled, handing you your card.

“I need to go sit and eat and eat some more—in that order.” Nat said.

You walked to the beautifully set circular table, walking around to find what seat your place card was on. That’s when you noticed the fifth seat at the table.

“Who else is seared with us?” Sam asks.

Picking up the seat card between your seat and Steve’s, you felt you stomach do a back flip.

“Is that my seat?” A voice asked, approaching you from behind.

Not a voice. His voice.

You spin to see him. Bucky. Standing there with a sheepish grin on his face.

Practically throwing the place card down, you swiftly take your seat. “Looks like it.”

Wanda, I’m going to kill you. You think to yourself.

Bucky said his hello’s to everyone, taking his seat. “I didn’t know about this, I swear.” He whispers to you.

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Just...don’t talk to me.” You whisper harshly.

From the corner of your eye, you can see the defeat on his face as he sinks back into his chair. Since when does he have feelings?

You perk up at the clinking of a fork against a crystal glass. “Excuse me ladies and gentlemen? We’re going to have a few words from the Bride and Groom before dinner is served.” Wanda’s brother announced.

Vis went first. He spoke about how he and Wanda had met, and how quickly he fell in love with her. He spoke about what he loved about her in more detail than I’d ever heard some describing anything.

He loved her. He was in love with her.

It warmed your heart to see how safe and happy your friends heart was. A soft smile landed on your lips as you watching Wanda stand and join Vis to speak.

“You ever want something like this?” Bucky whispered to you as their speeches continued.

You glance at him quickly, shocked at the ease in which he spoke to you. His face was gentle, his eyes seeming desperate for an answer.

“What, a wedding? Sure I did.” You said earnestly.

He paused for a moment, clearly nervous to speak again. “D-Did you ever want it with me?”

You hesitated. Why is he asking you this here, now? Was Wanda right? Was this all a big plan to apologize?

You sighed, turning away from him slightly. “You were my everything at one point, Buck. Future included.”

You wondered if that sentence had hurt him the way it hurt you.

Wanda continued her speech. What she was saying you weren’t sure, your mind was exactly where you didn’t want it.

With Bucky.

Despite your back being to him, you felt his stare. The heat coming off of his body, ironically enough, made you shiver.

“Ella...” his voice strained from behind you.

You did a half turn to see his face. His eyes were watery with tears, and his jaw was locked. “Can I—can we talk? Please.” He begged.

You don’t know how it happened. Maybe it was the sincerity in his tone, or the loss of hope in his eyes, but before you know it, you’re following him out to the hallway, into an empty stair well.

“I just wanna talk, I promise.” He confesses.

You roll your eyes, “You said that already, James.”

Bucky groans. “For Christ’s sake, will you stop calling me that?”

A scoff passed your lips, “It’s your name. If you’d like, I’m sure I can come up with some other things to call you.” You quipped.

He stood still finally, “It makes it sound like we’re fucking strangers, Ella .”

“That’s because we are!” You shout. “It’s been five years, probably more since I’ve seen you, let alone spoken to you. You don’t know me anymore, and I’m fairly certain I never actually knew you.”

The feeling of your heart beating out of your chest took over. You were allowing yourself to feel for the first time in all these years. All the hurt and the pain and the rage he’d caused your heart was being laid bare.

“Yes you did. You were the only one who ever saw the real me.” He said somberly.

You scoffed, “Good to know. The real you is a cheater and a liar. Noted.”

He groaned furiously, “No! For fucks sake that’s not what I meant.”

You watched the struggle happening within him. Bucky was never a “good talker” as he used to say, that’s why he always wrote letters. It was obvious he was trying to piece together some kind of coherent thought.

“Just say what you wanted to say, James.” You urge him, crossing your arms.

He shook his head. “I’m not...fuck, I’m still not good at this. You’d think I would have learned how to fucking apologize by now.”

Your breathing hitched, “What did you say?”

He sighed, “I’m taking a really long time to...just fucking say...I’m sorry. God, I’m so fucking sorry for what I did to you.”

Suddenly ice water was coursing through your veins. He said sorry. James Barnes said he was sorry.

You couldn’t speak, and even if you could, what would you say?

His voice was shaking as he spoke, “I was so fucking selfish and blinded by my own insecurities, that I let it ruin the best thing in my life. You were...God, you were everything I could have ever wanted.” He smiled, presumably getting lost in his memories of the two of you.

He stepped closer to you, and to your surprise, you didn’t back away. “But just cause I wanted you doesn’t mean I deserved you, and I guess deep down I knew that. Hell, I wanted to break up after that disaster at your office party. Remember that? That’s when I knew if we stayed together, I’d just drag you down with me.”

His words broke—re-broke your heart. The tears stinging your eye were begging to be shed. But Bucky was speaking without hesitation now, so you let him.

“I tried, Doll. I tried so many fucking times to be a man and end it. But then you’d come home after a long day and look so fucking happy to see me,” his voice cracked with emotion, “and I couldn’t do it. You were so perfect, and so good to me. I was a selfish prick who wanted to soak you in a little more before I knew I’d have to push you away.”

“You had no right to make that decision!” You sobbed.

Bucky reached out and wiped your tears off your cheeks. Why don’t you push him away?

“Honey, I was a broken, immature boy pretending to be the man you deserved...” a tear fell down his cheek as well.

You finally pushed him back, wiping your own eyes. “So you decide to fuck another girl in our bed? That was your great plan to push me away? How about be honest, Bucky!”

He stood there, taking his verbal beating. “You could’ve told me how you were feeling. I would have told you how ridiculous that was--how much I fucking loved you! How I would have helped you in any way you needed me too. But you decided to fucking kill me instead. You broke me, Bucky. The life we had wasn’t perfect, but it was ours.”

He scrubbed his face with his hands, sniffling when he shoved them back in his pockets. “I know. I know what I did. I see your face every God damn day of my life. That look on your face when you saw that girl in our house.”

You bit your lip, the painful memories of that day making your stomach churn.

“I never slept with her, though.” Bucky says plainly.

You scoff, “and here I thought for one we were finally being totally honest with each other.”

He put a hand over his heart. “On my life, Doll. I didn’t. Had I planned too? Yeah. But you came home that afternoon and thankfully I never did.”

“James...” you scold, “I saw her! She was pretty much naked in our bedroom!”

He nods, “She had gone to the bathroom to look for the condoms I hid in there. She couldn’t find them though, that’s when she walked out and you walked in.”

As you pieced together his story, your eyes flitted from side to side. “So..so you never cheated, you just intended too. But you never actually slept with someone else.” These were questions from you. They were statements. You were trying to make sense of all of this.

“Not that it makes any of what happened better, but I was gonna tell her to leave as soon as she came outta the bathroom. Honestly? I couldn’t get it up at all.” He jokes to ease the moment.

“Buck...” you chided

“I’m serious! I felt so fucking guilty, Els. I couldn’t do it. Besides she...” he drifted off.

“She what, Buck?”

His cerulean eyes met you for the first time. “She wasn’t you, Baby.”

Baby.

He’d called you that so many times. This time it felt different, it felt familiar. It felt right.

You shook your head, “Stop it, James.” Your lips quivered as you spoke.

He refused, “No. I lost you once, because of my own arrogance and stupidity, I’m not gonna do it again. Do you know how many times I wanted to write you? I have so many letters written, all of them unsent because I knew you’d never wanna see me again.”

He’d written you? He’d thought about you? All these years and you’d thought he’d forgotten you.

“I’ve loved you...what seems like my whole life, Els.”

You sniffled, “So what do you expect? Us to fall into each other’s arms and pretend like the last five years didn’t happen?”

He shook is head. “Of course not. I don’t even know what I was hoping for, really. I just needed you to know the truth, and for you to know how deeply and wholly sorry I am.”

In an instant, the world had changed. You were no longer holding onto the bitterness that had seeded itself into your heart. You’d seen Bucky in a new light, granted not a flattering one, but a true one.

One that showed he wasn’t the heartless monster you’d been believing he was for years.

“I forgive you.” You choked out.

A muffled sob snuck past his lips. “C-Can I hug you?” He asked timidly.

You hesitated, but eventually nod. In an instant, Bucky’s arms are enveloping you. His warm chest comforting your shaking body.

He held you for what felt like hours, inhaling your scent, and caressing you’re back.

But you didn’t mind.

It felt good to be held again, and to be held by Bucky felt familiar.

He pulled away slightly, to look at your face. His eyes roamed over every detail, like he was afraid he’d forget something if he’d never see you again.

“Buck.” You practically whisper.

He smiled, “I can’t kiss you...right?”

You bit your lip. “No...no. Definitely not. Right?” You reply weakly.

He stepped back, “Yeah, that’s...that’d be too much.”

You smoothed you’re dress down, and tucked some hair behind your ear. “Exactly. Yeah.”

“We should get back out there anyway. I have a feeling we’re missing that very expensive dinner.” He laughed.

You smiled softly, “Don’t wanna miss that.” You jest.

Bucky let you walk in front of him, leading the way.

You grasp the door handle, but before you can swing it open, Bucky grabs your hand and twirls your body into his.

Without missing a beat, his lips are on yours before you even have time to think. Like second nature, you melt under his touch.

Mouths moving with a remembrance and familiarity that you hadn’t felt in forever. Hands searching for changes in each other’s bodies—there were none.

“Bucky. Buck...stop. Stop.” You moaned.

He did as he was asked, “What—what’s wrong?” He breathed into you.

“We can’t do this...not here.”

He pulled back, hesitantly, but he does. “You’re right. Shit, I’m sorry.”

You laugh, “Don’t be. We just...we can’t just jump back into things like that. We gotta get to know each other again. Okay?”

He smiled whole heartedly. “Really?”

You nod. “Just...don’t make me regret this, Bucky. Please.”

Bucky grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth. He placed a chaste kiss on your palm, before closing it and returning it to your heart. “I promise you, Ella. I promise I’ll make this right.”

And you believe him.

Is it against your better judgement? Maybe. But you know the old saying, ‘Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...”

As you walked back to the reception with him, you saw Bucky with new eyes. You no longer looked at him with disdain and malice, but instead, you saw hope.

Hope for not only your future and his, but hope for one you can build together.

In the end that’s all you wanted, something that everyone in your life seemed to have and believe you deserved.

A happy ending.

Part One

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