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astrolynnworld · 3 months

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eiffle tower

pairing: matt & chris x reader

summary: chris sees the way you look at matt. so he gives you the opportunity to have both

warnings: smut! cheating, plot twist, exhibition, degradation, praise, language, oral, penetration, switch matt, dom chris, pig roast, little bit of aftercare.

a/n- the highly requested duo smut 😩

word count: 2,073

i love chris so much but .. sometimes i can’t help the idea of “what if i had chose matt instead”

he carries himself so well and despite the fact that they’re triplets.. i really do see him as another version of chris

the version that is more tame.

whenever he sits with us at dinner and he just looks so pretty and proper

just eating his meal, observing the conversation, sharing a joke here and there.

he’s not too loud or quiet, he’s the perfect middle ground of enjoyable.

and he’s so caring towards me when chris isn’t around

he’s cooking? he’ll serve me first. dropped my phone? he’ll pick it up for me. too anxious to speak up? he’ll talk for me, regardless of the fact that he also has anxiety.

maybe it’s because i’m his brothers girlfriend but i just sense the underlying message of care

often times then not, chris will catch me staring off into a haze at matt.

i always have to play it off as if i just got lost in thought.

i mean i did get lost in thought..

the thought of matt’s eyes rolled back as i strok-

“y/n??” matt snaps me back into focus

“mhm?” i question as i stand at the fridge door aimlessly

“i think you dozed off again” he laughs slightly, “did you hear what i said?”

i shake my head no softly as i take a seat on the chairs behind me

“you okay?” he asks while inching closer and putting a hand on my shoulder

i look up at him standing over me

“i’m fine” i mutter out

“you’ve been out of it a lot lately. wanna know what would help?” he asks rhetorically

you.

“what?” i say before chris walks into the kitchen

“a hot tub?” chris answers, acknowledging that he had heard a bit of our conversation

“you always wanna go to the hot tub” i laugh as i switch my gaze to him

“it’s not the worst idea chris has had” matt remarks

“i could be down for a hot tub” i reply enthusiastically now that matt is down

“i’ll go ask nick if he wants to come while you guys get ready” matt says

“wait im coming with” chris follows behind matt

i walk back into the bedroom and roam around for something to wear

shortly after, chris comes back into the room

“nicks not coming, he has a fever” he informs as he tries to grab his swim shorts

i nod my head and sit on the bed as i watch him change

“see something you like?” he flirts as he slowly approaches me

“a whole lot” i smile as i look up to him for a kiss

“alright love birds. we can go now” matt comes in fully dressed

i grab my bag and quickly follow behind matt

our go to hot tub spot was at the warehouse, which was only 10 minutes away from their house

once we get there, matt grabs his key card so he can unlock the gate to the pool

we trail around the side of the pool and make our way to the hot tub

they both take off their shirts before stepping into the hot tub

i could see the masculine structure lining in their backs

the broadness of their shoulders

the width of their arms as they lean back against the wall of the hot tub

i’m so lucky that i at least get to fuck one of them bec-

“wait! i forgot my headphones at the warehouse last time. i need to grab them before i forget again” chris says in a hurry as he gets out the hot tub and makes his way back to the house

“and bring some towels please” matt shouts after him

“watch him come back with none” i chuckle at his attempt

“no yeah for sure. kids gonna come back with a pepsi and forgot what he even went in for” he says as we share a laugh

“how do you even put up with him?” he says in a curious manner

“what do you mean?” i question

he starts to inch closer from the other side of the hot tub

“i see how you act, you’re not like him. you’re polite.. clean.. civil.. well mannered. how do you put up with him?” he says while fully towering me

“i- we- well because i love him” i nervously speak

“do you love him? because i see the way you look at me y/n”

i freeze in my spot

“you think i don’t notice but i do. you’d rather be with me huh? you’d rather it be me that you lay with every night right?” he taunts over me

“me who fucks you to sleep? every. single. night.” he whispers into my ear

“matt what are you doing..” i shyly whisper out

“say it baby. say you want me instead” he puts his nose to mine

i look into his eyes, “i want you instead”

he closes the gap between our lips with passion

sloppily pulling away and going back in for more as he wraps his hands around my waist

i feed into the passion, feeling a fire of energy ignite in me

“i KNEW it.”

i heard a voice speak from above us

i jump back from matt’s arms as i look up to see an angry chris standing outside the hot tub

matt starts to slowly back away as chris gets back in the hot tub and comes straight for me

he grabs my throat, “you’re such a slut. making out with my brother when i’m less than 30 feet away? you thought i wouldn’t find out or you just didn’t care?” he asks

i stay silent as i try to release his grip from my throat. only making him squeeze harder

“you know.. i had a feeling you were a slut. that’s why i put him up to this”

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earlier:

“wait i’m coming with” i followed behind matt

after y/n walks back to my room i stop matt in his tracks

“i might need you to do a weird favor for me.” i speak hesitantly

matt was a great brother but i don’t know how deep that great would go for me

“what?” he asks

“i need you to tempt y/n into cheating on me”

“.. why the fuck would i do that?” he questions

“i’ve been seeing the way she looks at you recently. i need to know if she would or wouldn’t fold”

he can hear the genuineness in my voice. i wouldn’t ask him to do something like this if i wasn’t serious

i still love her..

i just needed to know if she likes him or not, how far she was willing to go about it.

“alright bro. i’ll try” he says before continuing to walk up to nick’s room

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present:

i gasp as i start to find it hard to breathe.

he lets go of my throat and pulls my hair back so i can look him in the eyes

“you wanna fuck my brother so bad right?”

he pulls my head back to matt

“here. have him”

he turns me around and bend me over in front of matt

“bro.. i don’t know about-“ matt starts to speak

chris grabs my throat and shrinks down to my face, “tell him how much you want him baby. tell him how you want him to put it in. beg for it”

i silently stare at him in shock of his new aggression

“tell him.” he slaps my cheek

“please put it in matt.” i turn back and speak

“beg him for it” chris continues

“please matt, i beg you. just put your cock inside me”

matt slides my bathing suit to the side and slowly starts to align himself with my hole despite the water making it hard to see

“good girl” chris speaks before placing a kiss on the cheek he just slapped

matt lets out a heavy breath as he slides himself along my walls

i gasp as i feel the added pressure

“feels good doesn’t it baby? feels good to be a slut right?” chris speaks

i nod my head with my pout

“say it baby. say it feels good to be a slut” chris adds in

“it feels good to be a slut” i whimper out as i back into matts cock while he meets me halfway

chris traces his fingers against my lips, “who’s slut are you?”

“yours chris. i do whatever you say” i whine out as i squint my eyes from the feeling of matt’s cock hitting against my cervix

“mhmm. so good for me baby” chris says as he pushes his fingers in my mouth for me to suck

i can faintly hear matt trying to hold back his moans and whimpered pleasure as he feels my walls suck him in

the tightness of my walls clenching and pulling around him as he struggles to identify wether it’s the warm silky wetness is from me, or the hot tub.

shutting his eyes to focus on the pleasure

chris on the other hand, is so turned on by the idea of me getting slutted out for his pleasure

he likes the idea of another man being able to enjoy me like he does

i can see the bulge peering out through his swim shorts

i couldn’t let him go attentionless so i free his cock and start to jerk it under the water

he pulls away from me and slaps me once again

“did i give you permission to touch me slut?”

i pout and shake my head no

he places his cock on my cheek, “fuck. i could cover your whole face baby”

“please put it in my mouth daddy” i beg, tired of the teasing

“you want me to face fuck you baby? you wanna be a good girl and let daddy face fuck you?” he rhetorically questions

“yes please. please put your cock in my mouth and use me to your pleasure” i whine out before he shoves his cock in my mouth and starts to fuck into me

it’s like every time chris pulls out of my mouth, matt pushes into my hole. and when chris pushes back in, matt pulls out

it was a back and forth train of stimulation that sent my head into a spiral

i lost all my thoughts and all i could focus on was the whines and whimpers that poured out of my mouth into chris’s cock

“fuck keep moaning baby. it feels so good around my cock” chris whines out

“you’re squeezing- around my cock y/n.. fuck i don’t know how much longer i’m gonna last.” matt throws his head back as he starts to speed up the pace, sending me flying into chris’s dick

i know im gonna cum soon. i just feel so dirty, getting fucked and stuffed by two brothers in a public hot tub. it felt so nasty and so wrong, i couldn’t help but think of how hot that was

and imagining if someone caught us. how gross and nasty they would think i am. how much of a slut im being right now. fuck i’m gonna cum

i squeeze around matts cock as i let out my orgasm.

as soon as i finish i feel matt pull out of me, followed by trickles of warm liquid splatter all over my back.

“you’re such a fucking slut baby. you let guys cum all over you? you like when guys treat you like a fucking toy and use you to their liking?” chris continues to degrade

“fuck i’m gonna cum baby.” he finishes his final thrusts before coating my throat with his cum

he pulls out and i sit up in the hot tub with a fucked out expression, not being able to think for myself.

tears dry up against my face from not being able to breathe

matt starts to fix and play with my hair while chris wipes my eyes

“it’s okay baby, i still love you” chris says as kisses into my lips

i don’t respond. still trying to regain my sense

“we should probably get her back to the house” matt suggests

“yeah. let’s go” chris adds before he picks me up and carries me back to the car in a cradle position.

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a/n- hope yall enjoyed 😘 i put my back into this one fr

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

a fake cryptid and a real romantic

mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees

YJ accidental baby acquisition

merfam drama

gentle princely caretaking

snippet from "a fake cryptid and a real romantic":

Clark hears a sudden rush of air and a thrumming, not-quite-human heartbeat, and is therefore unsurprised when Superboy pops up over the side of the Metropolis rooftop he’s sitting on and grins up at him. The kid always seems to be in a good mood, but is clearly in an even better one than usual.

“Guess what?!” Superboy greets gleefully, pushing himself up on the edge.

“What?” Clark asks, smiling wryly at him. The kid just gets so enthusiastic so easily. It’s kind of funny, to be honest.

“I got a date!” Superboy says delightedly, plopping into a seat beside him and kicking his legs excitedly as he does. “Robin said I could go hunting with him in Gotham this weekend!”

“You’re going to hang out, you mean,” Clark corrects kindly, since Superboy still has a notably skewed education and concept of correct terminology and probably calling working with another vigilante a “date” without knowing what that actually means isn’t going to end well for the kid in the long run. Especially since Robin isn’t actually an aspect of Gotham like the Batman is and would definitely be confused by it.

Admittedly, the Batman gets confused by some very straightforward things sometimes, but still.

“‘Hang out’,” Superboy repeats, cocking his head with a slightly puzzled expression that almost immediately clears into another excited grin. “That, yeah! I caught Catwoman breaking into some fancy cat exhibit in Gotham and dropped her off for him, and he was into it! And I gave him a diamond and he liked that too!”

“A . . . diamond?” Clark blinks. He really hopes Catwoman didn’t manage to be that bad of an influence on the kid in one meeting, but he wouldn’t put it past her. Superboy’s impressionable and Catwoman is . . . well, Catwoman. “Uh–where’d you get that?”

“I made it!” Superboy says proudly, puffing himself up as he mimes the act of crushing something in his fists.

. . . alright then, Clark thinks, mildly bewildered. He has no idea why Superboy would make a diamond, much less give it to Robin, but the kid gets weird ideas into his head sometimes and he supposes it would’ve been good practice for controlling his strength to very specific pressures, so he’s not going to say anything about it.

“Did you?” he says, figuring he should keep the conversation going. Superboy’s an odd kid, but he’s eager and has a good heart and always soaks up attention like a sponge, so Clark always tries to talk to the kid at least a little whenever the other finds him.

“I figured Robin’d like it,” Superboy says reasonably, kicking his feet again. “Birds like shiny stuff, and he’s kinda a bird, right?”

Clark is going to assume that Tim Drake more appreciated the expensive gemstone than the “shiny stuff”, assuming a teenage boy would even care about anything like that anyway, but he doesn’t want to rain on Superboy’s parade. Honestly, he’s just glad the kid’s finally trying to make a friend or two in the community who isn’t wearing an “S”. It never hurts to have a little backup on call–or to have a friend who understands the life around, either.

He’s not actually certain what the Batman’s latest Robin’s policy on maintaining his secret identity among the larger hero community is–even Dick still typically presents himself as a city splinter, just of Bludhaven instead of Gotham now–but even if he keeps passing for a cryptid with Superboy for a little while longer, it’s not like Superboy’s had a normal life experience. He’s not going to be bothered that he can’t talk about girls and homework with his new friend first thing.

Clark vaguely dreads the possibility of Superboy eventually deciding to come to him to talk about girls, because he has absolutely no idea how to talk to anyone about girls, much less an impressionable teenager who’s guaranteed to hang on his every word for the whole conversation and take everything he says as gospel while also misunderstanding at least half of it, judging by most of their previous conversations. He hasn’t even been able to figure out how to give the kid the Kryptonian version of the talk, though, much less if it’s actually applicable to him. Relationship issues and dating are a whole other kettle of fish.

Well, with any luck Superboy will stay too young for that kind of thing for a little while longer, Clark hopes halfheartedly. Just–please?

#meme #wip wednesday #wip: a fake cryptid and a real romantic #long post

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3cremepie3 · 8 months

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Sypnopsis - Professor Crowley helping you his dear student relive some stress.

Warnings - Smut 18+, Teacher x student, squirting, dirty talk, humiliation, gagging, flattery!

A/n - I was been supposed to get this done. Sorry for the delay I got really busy with school. But it’s out now thanks for the support! And also before anyone starts Y/n is grown. REBLOG PLS!!

“It’s been months since I’ve seen my family! My friends hell even my enemies.” What have you been doing this whole time? Answer me, Crowley,” you demanded!

“Y/n I have a school to run on top of trying to solve your impossible dilemma. For all I know you might’ve fallen from the sky like the tums.” Well, you’re not doing a good job at your school if your students keep overblotting,” you snapped.

You were tired of Crowley's BS that’s why you stormed into his office. You were currently standing over his desk looking his stupid mask in the eyes. He sat on his chair which resembled a bird cage.

“I have to be the one to stop them from dying because conveniently somehow you’re never around. You told me I could be a student here, not a therapist.” As pathetic as it may be you began to cry the built stress of holding back your feelings let loose.

“I need help myself I don’t have time to help others. Please Crowley help me find a way home,” you sobbed. Crowley sighed before clutching you closer to him.

“I'm a generous headmaster I hate to see my students under such stress. Especially beautiful ones that I’m trying to help every day. Crowley pulled your hands away from your face. Here come closer Y/n.” You followed his instructions as he pulled slightly on your arm.

He opened up one of his desk drawers to a file with your name on it. “This is everything I’ve collected on you so far even after using my global resources,” he spoke.”You read through the files while bent over his desk for a better view.

You could see how every lead he got was scratched off. It was hard to read since he had chicken scribble but you got through most of it. Crowley had been trying. But this file just proved one more thing you were never getting home. In a moment of shock you fell back and the tears began to stream again. You were in Crowleys now lap to upset to move. “Sorry Mr. Crowley,” you sniffed. “I can see now that you have been trying.”

“Yes this whole time this situation has been stressful for me as well since you’re quite troublesome on campus,” he joked. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. “I guess you have it hard too.” You shifted so that you could look at him not even remembering that you were on his lap.

“Um yeah I guess you could say that,” he coughed. For a second you wondered what he meant by that and then you felt it. His large hard on pressing onto your back. “Oh I should get up,” you yelped.

“No, I don’t mind you staying here. You look too pretty when you cry. And it seems like we could both use a little bit of a stress relief. Look at how tense you are.” He started to massage your shoulders then his hands rolled down to your neck.

You let out a sharp exhale startled by his cold hand on such a sensitive area. He began to grind himself into your now-exposed panties since your skirt was lifted. “I’ll continue only if you want me to Y/n. It’s an honor to make love to someone like me,” he chuckled.

“I’ve never done anything like this Mr. Crowley.” It’s okay I’ll walk you through it there’s no way you won’t enjoy your time with me.” Okay I’ll try then.”

“But are we gonna do it here? What if someone walks in?” They can’t do much to the I'm the headmaster after all.” His hands gripped your ass giving it a firm squeeze. “I don’t know Mister this seems like a bad idea.

“Hey,” you protested. “Just calm down.” His fingers ghosted over your pussy causing you to squirm. “Squirming already I guess you’re nervous. I would be too if I were having sex with me.”

“Shhh just sit and relax.” He put your legs on each side of the chair legs and held your back for support. “Let’s get these useless things off.” He cut off your panties in an instant with his claws.

“Your egos too high,” you spoke. “And your mouth is too smart it would be best if I stuff you quiet.” What huh.” You asked not fully registering what he meant. The leftover fabric of your panties was stuffed in your mouth.

“That’s better.” One of his hands gripped your thigh tighter as the other worked off his golden claws and gloves. You waited watching his every move. His fingers were abnormally long and slender. He also had claw-like fingernails on all but two of his middle fingers. You didn’t think Mr. Crowley would get any pussy he seemed too busy but you were wrong. He knew exactly what to do massaging your clit while teasing your fluttering hole.

Your moans could be heard through your gag. “Feels good huh?” I can tell it does look at how you’ll suck me up.” He inserted his finger then and your heat greedily accepted him.

“See I’m always right!” You ready to take the next one? He questioned inbetween tasting your juices on his finger. You shook your head quickly slightly ashamed at your eagerness. The stretch felt heavenly to the point where you sunk your hips down further on his fingers.

“So needy huh? You needed this Y/n you need me huh?” You shook your head again grinding yourself up and down on his fingers. By now your pussy was so wet it started to make lewd sounds.

They got louder and louder the longer you fucked yourself on his fingers. Crowley sat back admiring the view. Your pussy was on full display since your uniform skirt was lifted. You felt his eyes burning onto you. His gaze wasn’t a judgemental but a loving one.

He realized how much of a slut he just found. He would just have to train you to realize it. But you were quickly breaking out of your box. Your moans were turning into whines. You were close now bouncing on his curved fingers like a fuck rabbit.

Your hands dug into his shoulders landing on his soft feather-filled Shaw. You buried your face in his neck too ashamed to face him. “Most women would get tired by now and want me to fuck them. I guess you young ones have more stamina.”

He was such a talkative asshole you wish that he would shut up. But you couldn’t stop now when you were so close to cumming. You were so close to letting go your juices were dripping down his fingers wetting his dress shirt.

“Such a loud sloppy mess for me. You’re doing so good Let me see how you feel with this.” He stopped all motion leaving you breathless. For a second you were hopeless that he was gonna help you finish. But his hands boosted your thighs up now your pussy was nearing his mouth.

You gasped into your gag you were high up now with no support other than his hair to hold. “Shh calm down I never dropped anyone doing this. Just give in everything will be okay.” He spoke sending vibrations and chills up your already shakey spine. He licked up around your thighs purposefully missing your needy parts. You whined pulling him forward. “Lick here.” You tried to illustrate through your gag.

This was the longest you’ve been edged your entire impatient life. You used your tongue to push your gag out you could’ve taken being bound any longer. “Headmage please I need your mouth. I need to cum or I think I’ll go crazy. Now stop being a fucking tease,” you demanded. “That’s not nice language young lady.” Okay, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you pleaded.

“Fine, I’ll be kind enough to spare you.” Ahh! You screamed being unexpectedly dropped. You were back on Crowley's lap then you were back on the desk. You spread your legs again and finally after what felt like forever his mouth met your clit.

You wrapped your legs around his head tightly. “You’re not escaping this bit.” No problem I can stay like this for hours,” he murmured. He began to lap up your juices that had pilled up from all his teasing.

“Mmm, that feels good.” Doesn't it baby I heard my head game is superior.” Stop hearing and start focusing,” you instructed. “You’re insufferable,” you sighed. “And you're sweet so sweet,” he explained through slurps.

“Mmm Crowley,” you groaned. “You’re so naughty y/n I feel you twitching on my tongue. Are you about to cum? You must be look at how you’re shaking.” You hadn’t even noticed that how your body was reacting.

“Yes I’m about to cum!” Hmm,” he pondered. “Should I really let you cum? I don’t think this naughty pussy deserves it.” He teased while slapping your clit. You tightened in surprise and sprung up. “Crowley!”

“Fuck please just let me I’ve been waiting so long.” He gave you a reassuring glance latching his mouth to your clit. This time you knew he would allow you to cum. He didn’t let up for a second not even to breathe.

His mask partially lifted but you were too out of it to look at his secret identity. Your vision began to blur so you just shut your eyes as tight as they could go. Crowley didn’t like how your body was pulling away so his arm held your stomach down.

There was no escaping his tounges harsh attack even after you began to cum. He continued prolonging your orgasm. Your toes curled and even the iron grip he had on your waist wasn’t enough to stop you from shaking.

“Fuck I’m gonna! Ahh, I’m gonna squirt if you keep that up,” you warned. “I don’t mind the mess my dear but I do mind your volume.” He explained before pulling you into a smothering kiss.

You let go completely over his lanky fingers. “Headmage!! You screamed into his mouth. His tongue swayed across yours muffling your sound. “Ahh.” You sighed relieved that your edging was over. You were trying to relax your breathing for a moment before you hit Crowley. “What the fuck why are you such a tease?!”

“I have to be and anyways you should be grateful look at how hard you came.” You left my desk all sticky.” Well it’s gonna stay that way,” you chuckled. You slid off his desk pulling your panties back up.

“C’mon don’t leave my little stress reliever. Don’t you want to help your dear Headmage out a little more after I was so kind to you?” He grabbed his buldge and for a second you wanted to go back down on your knees.

But the bell ringing distracted your thoughts. “I need to be a good student like I said earlier. So bye Crowley. You left leaving him a hard insatiable mess.

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sammy-writes-sometimes · 7 months

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“Jimmy, are you aware that you’re molting?” Tango asks bluntly.

“What?” He looks at them, confusion in his eyes. “I’m– I’m not a bird? I’m not even a hybrid, I’m just human!”

“Yeah? Well…” Fae points to the trail of bright, pretty-looking, golden feathers leading from the bed to the kitchen. “Explain that.”

Jimmy blinks, turning away from the pan in front of him as he simply stares.

Beside him, Tango leans against the counter. They seem to take him in, at least more than usual, but this time under an almost anxiety inducing glare.

Then, as Jimmy moves, the netherborn seems to wince. It’s an echo of pain as Jimmy rubs his shoulder, groaning slightly like he got hit by something.

“Jim, sit down for a bit, I can handle the pancakes and you can…” He twists his hand, leading back to the trail. “Clean up those, carefully.”

“Yeah, I’ll- I’ll do that…”

It doesn’t take long for the food to be finished, takes even less time for Jimmy to start picking up the feathers before he soon stops. Pain seeming to overcome the younger man, leaving him curled up in bed.

“Do you have chronic pain?” Tango asks simply.

“No? I’m just– I don’t know why, but it hurts a lot.”

Tango sighs before putting the plates to the side, they can worry about eating later when his soulmate isn’t in nearly as much pain.

That and after they’ve found out why this is all happening.

“Get on the bed and take off your shirt.”

“What?” Jimmy yelps.

The netherborn laughs. “Just– listen, I need to check something.”

He can’t help but find the dusting of pink, almost red, over Jimmy’s cheeks and ears at least a little adorable. But he does as told, shedding the fabric as–

His upper back is practically covered in feathers. Messy and uneven, looking like they’re never been preened a day in their life. Further upon this, some look to have small drops of blood on them, staining the gold underneath.

Jimmy lays on the bed with a groan, laying on his stomach as he hides his face in a pillow.

Once fae’re next to the bed, right beside Jimmy, fae hover a hand but… he’s in too much pain, likely wincing even at the smallest of touches.

“Did you know about this…?” He asks quietly.

JImmy remains silent, trying to hide even more.

“Did you– When did this happen? How long–”

“It wasn’t this bad last time!” Jimmy complains.

“‘This bad’? What do–”

“With– with every death, I’ve grown these feathers… it started on my second to last life last time, just a few, but– after we fell, and we respawned, there were more and–”

“You still should have–” Tango stops himself, fire crackling in his own ear.

They take a slow breath, evening out into some semblance of calm. At least by his usual standards.

“Sorry, you just– you worried me, Jimmy. Sorry…”

Tango places a hand onto their partner’s lower back, rubbing a gentle circle until he feels Jimmy melt into the touch.

“Do you want me to help with them? Some of the pain might be coming from unclean feathers and, according to Skizz, those tend to hurt a lot.”

“Please?” Jimmy whimpers, and if it hadn’t been for his partner’s obvious pain, or how worry is spinning in every single thought, he’d probably be getting other ideas.

“Alright, just stay still, can’t promise that this won’t hurt you.”

Jimmy stays quiet, but turns his head to smile up at Tango. “Thank you…”

#written on: sep 14 20223 #sep 27 2023 #dlsmp #tango #jimmy #team ranchers #(can be seen as either /r or /qp)#a: tek #(yes a tango fictive writer ranchers dont look at me 😔)#our writing

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pricegouge · 7 days

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Fatted Rabbit, Part Six

Bearshifter!Price AU

Rated M for later chapters

Part one

Simon stands behind the bar like some sort of massive, brooding Aeacus. As if they were always bound to meet here, and John was always bound to spill his secrets, and wasn't John such a stupid little twat for not having ever realized that before?

It speaks volumes that not even Simon's shit eating grin puts a damper on John's mood.

"You're relieved, Riley."

"I'll say. Didn't even need to have a talk with 'er about curfews."

"Well, I know how you worry. It went well, by the way."

"Didn't ask. How'd you manage not to muck it up?"

"I got this excellent relationship coach that gave me some great ideas."

"You keep adding to my workload and I'm unionizing."

"Yeah?" John laughs, "You and who?"

"That new barkeep seems easily impressionable."

"Mm. That what got your stamp of approval?"

Oh, it's always a good day when John can pry a real reaction from his head brewer. Simon doesn't squint, but there's a tightening around his eyes that suggest he would do, if he suffered such banal things as 'automatic response disinhibition.'

"Am I gonna need to sit you down with the harassment video again, Riley?"

"Don't technically work at the bar, cap. One Four One pays my bills." He's aiming for a sarcastic 'so what if I am,' lands slightly off center.

"Good point. You been putting a lot of thought into it?"

The pause is a half a beat too long. "Too busy thinkin' about having to cover my boss's shifts while 'e flits about with some young bird like 'e's in uni again."

"Aye. Gonna need you to do it again on Sunday, too."

"Sunday?" Simon barks. "You're training on Sunday."

"No, you're training on Sunday. By the time I get here he'll probably be good to go."

Now he does squint. "And if I got plans?"

"You'd've mentioned them first. Thanks, Si. I owe you one."

"You owe me the business at this point."

"Already in my will and testament."

"Mm. Keep trying your luck and I'll take what's owed sooner'n later."

***

Simon stays on to cook, a blessing considering it ends up being a decent Friday turnout. The early spring seems to be pulling in more than just the locals. John resolutely does not put on the hockey match he knows his rabbit's interested in because he doesn't want to listen to Simon's opinion on that, but he does watch the ticker tape at the bottom of the basketball commentary to monitor the score when he can. He's not sure why; he can't exactly participate in any informed conversation on the subject, but it seems like it'll be a good anecdote to know when they're skating.

Fuck, skating. He'd been a few times in his life and it had all been perfectly fine, but he usually sleeps right through the season so it's not something he's practiced in a while. He doesn't want to make an ass of himself, even if the rabbit had the same concerns. It's embarrassing enough being as twiggy as he is currently, he couldn't stand to be uncoordinated or in any way less physical in her eyes. He remembers how raptly she'd watched that match, the ways her eyes had tracked the men on screen. He hadn't found it in any way threatening at the time, but he doesn't want to be compared negatively to them. The fact that they're professional doesn't matter, of course, at least not to the beast in his chest.

John shoots her a sympathetic text when the team she'd been following loses (again. He's going to have to figure out how playoffs work here, the basketball announcers are even talking about multiple games) but he doesn't get a response until quite late, when he's on the roof enjoying a cigar after closing.

Christ, another game?

John damn near preens

He'd rather buy her those panels but he doesn't think she'd let him. More than that he'd rather drive her car into Whitefish Lake, but he supposes she'd be a little cross about that, too.

John nearly bites through his cigar. It's an honest struggle to force his bear back under his skin, the animal not fully understanding that such a challenge could be issued through miles of suburban landscape and a thirty foot drop off a roof. Much as he wants her here (on her knees between his thighs, mouth hot and wet through the fabric of his trousers as he shoves a boot under her cunt, preferably), it's probably a good thing she isn't because he doesn't want her on all fours their first time, his jaws clamped on the nape of her neck as he leans his full weight on her, trapping her big soft body between the mass of himself and the cold hard ground, uncaring if the whole city heard her whining, or screaming, or begging, or moaning. He wants to see her face as he fucks her, learn what she likes or doesn't. He wants to eat her out as if she's the only food he'll need for winter - until she's crying about how she has nothing left to give and then he wants to lick her tears up, too.

But right now the only thing he wants from her is her round arse presented in apology, the feel of her flesh between his teeth.

It's a struggle to be witty when your body is trying to prime you for both a fight and a fuck at the same time and your circulatory system feels like the Magic Roundabout, so John doesn't bother.

And that's -. Fuckin' -.

Just like that, she's got him back to heel. More pup than predator, eager to beg for treats from her hands. A brat he can handle; even his bear seems greedy at the prospect. If her challenges aren't in earnest - if she's simply trying to get a rise out of him because she wants him to fuck her hard, he's more than happy to allow it. Happy to let his bear take over and give her what she wants.

Fuck, he's hard. A green cub, can't even distinguish rational thought and animalistic impulses. No, she's not asking for an actual bear in human skin to take her to task, Christ. He needs circulation back to his brain STAT. And to think this all started with a Viagra joke.

***

Saturday is a lesson in patience. He feels unmoored, confused. A bit like standing in a cold stream waiting for the salmon run to leap into his mouth, weeks before they're due to arrive. There is so much to do. His rut looms in the distance like a sundog: a beautiful, bad omen. He should be preparing. Securing his mate, improving his den, padding his own body, ensuring she's equipped to carry both herself and his cubs through the winter.

Instead he's lying to QuickBooks about where his head brewer worked this week and hosing off beer mats, listening to some old coot veer dangerously close to homophobic remarks about the lesbian couple who own the boot shop across the way. It sets John's teeth on edge, makes him snappy. He spills the man's third beer across his lap as he hands it off and gets even more irritated when it only garners benevolent absolution. He wants a fight. Wants a fuck even more. Is turning in circles knowing he won't get either any time soon. Simon doesn't stop by, doesn't offer himself as a verbal, pricker-covered punching bag. The rabbit never texts. John would give his left eye to eat a porcupine right now, feel the satisfaction of the kill and the anger of his prey, both.

He closes shop early, finds his way to the edge of town. He hardly even bothers to hide his clothes in a sparse, budding green thicket before he's on all fours, lumbering off into the woods. Her scent has been growing stronger for him. In his human form, he can usually smell her from across town but like this, snout high in the air as he sifts through the noxious scent of the other humans in town, he can track her clear up to Lake McDonald. It's soothing, usually: the sweetness of the simple foods she eats, the saltiness of her skin. Her cunt. But it's sour tonight, distressed and distressing. He sets off in a blind panic.

He's nearing the Flathead when it hits him properly and he slows, relief and understanding washing over him. Poor rabbit, she's nearing her monthlies. He can smell it now, the stink of her discomfort and the impending blood. No wonder he was so off kilter all day. It speaks to the quality of their bond that he can already sense these things. Means when his rut comes around, she'll likely be impacted too, which sets his mouth watering. Although -.

If their bond was really that strong, she wouldn't be menstruating. Waste of bloody resources. A stupid fucking design flaw he could cure her of.

With a proper bond or a cub, whichever came first.

She's not parked in a proper camp tonight, just tucked away on a four wheel path safe from the main road. He considers not disturbing her for all of thirty seconds before he starts chuffing and sniffing like a hog around her wheel wells. He hears her shuffling about and then her little curtain moves and she beams at him.

"That you, big guy?"

John lowers at her and she pulls her screen down properly to get a better look. He doesn't raise himself half onto her roof this time, just remains on all fours and lifts his head enough to peer back at her.

"You know, we have to stop meeting like this. People will talk." For once, John doesn't think he'd mind. As if to test that theory, she shuffles around a bit and John sees her pull her phone out of the center console to power it up. She was supposed to get battery back ups today. Part of the reason he was so irritable; he'd wanted to speak with her. But if even he was feeling so completely out of it, he can't imagine she cared very much about a trip to the store herself. He waits patiently for her phone to power up. She keeps an eye on him, but he just continues to puff foggy breaths onto her window, unbothered. Eventually she tells him to say cheese and he makes a soft noise at her that makes her grin.

"I never knew bears could moo," she teases and John sneezes at her in annoyance which only makes her giggle. Christ, an honest giggle. She's so fucking cute he could squeeze her til she popped.

"I think that's my favorite noise you make. Though the huffs are pretty cute too." So John does it again, just to show off. "Yeah, that one! Gonna have to do some studying, figure out what those all mean. Just suppose I'm lucky you haven't roared at me yet."

Don't worry bunny, he'd never.

She putz around on her phone and John wonders how many people she's sending the picture to. He's being careless, he knows, but it's worth it to see her - to ensure she's thinking of him, even if she doesn't know it. She holds her stomach absently as she types and after a few moments her face scrunches and she winces, curling in on herself a bit more. When it passes, she eyes him with mock suspicion. "That why you're here, big guy? The bears can smell the menstruation!" That last bit is said in an affected voice, probably a reference to something he's too British to understand. "Thought that was a myth?"

It is, clever rabbit. For all but you.

She hasn't actually started yet, he doesn't think. Poor lamb will likely start right as they're due to meet at the rink. He wonders if she'll cancel. He's already making contingency plans, wondering if she'll let him take care of her or if she'll make excuses and leave him to figure out how to both pretend he doesn't know what's really going on and also make it clear she's allowed to ask him for help with it.

"Well, periods are a curse enough as it is. It's not fair that god sends his cuddliest looking creatures out to kill us, too. You look like an industrial size heating pad and the world's biggest spoon all rolled up in the fuzziest weighted blanket imaginable. You're a frickin' cure all come to kill me. Tease!"

Oh, he's the luckiest man to ever walk the earth. She's so perfect, already warmed up to his bear, no coaxing required. Soon, honey. You can cuddle up to his beast anytime you want. He can't help the constant chuffing noises her spiel has earned; or the way he presses against her car as if he can transfer some of his heat through the metal. He'd been struggling to keep his impulses in check all day, but in this form it's even harder. He's split between the elation of her accepting this form and the frustration that she won't let him help her. He wants to turn back right here, let her see, ferret her out of her den and let her use his body to cure her ails in whatever way she sees fit.

"You're so cute though, I guess I can forgive you," she continues, and it's a struggle to keep his grunting noises in check enough that he can still hear her. "You know, I told my friend about you. He said the bears around here can be pretty well socialized because it's such a high traffic area. You got other girls you're seeing on the side?"

Never, bunny, he snorts, never again.

"I promise I won't be offended. We can keep it casual." She puts on an overly breezy air, being silly. "I mean like, cause they're not like feeding or petting you either, right? Like, you're not… getting that from any girl at all, right?" A beat. John tries to play along by looking as contrite as a bear possibly can. "You whore!" she gasps, "Who is she?"

His response is to stand and lean against her car, ducking his head to nod at her.

"Mmm, nice recover. You know if you really wanted to make it up to me, you'd stop scraping my paint." Admonished, Price lowers himself back to the ground. The rabbit eyes him suspiciously. "I swear, sometimes it feels like you can understand me. Are you a circus escapee? Do you know any tricks?" She pauses, as if waiting. "Can you speak?"

Fuck it, John gives her a halfhearted, rumbling roar.

She laughs, delighted. "How about lay down? You know that one?"

And that sounds like a great idea so he does, makes himself comfortable with his belly on the muddy trail.

"What about roll over?" She asks, voice soft with apprehension; unfortunately, twice is a coincidence but three times is a pattern. John ignores her command in favor of chewing at the pads of his forepaw and after a moment, the rabbit breathes out a heavy, chuckling sigh.

"Might be going a bit batty, spending all my time alone," she mutters. Louder, she tells him, "I think you've got the right idea about getting comfy, though. I'm turning in. You staying there? You'd make some guard dog."

John just rolls his eyes to her and huffs.

"Right. Well, goodnight. Please be gone when I wake up so I can pee without fear." He snorts at her and she chuckles in response, shifting her weight around the car enough to make it rock a bit. She doesn't put her privacy screen back up, he notes with some frustration. He'll have to stay until the early hours just to be sure she's safe, but he doesn't mind. He's been tempted to spend every night exactly like this since he first spotted her rubbing herself raw in the early spring dawn. He's just happy to know she doesn't seem too freaked out by his presence.

***

Sunrise finds him fishing his damp clothes out of the bush he'd hastily tucked them into the night previous. They make for an unpleasant trip back, but he's warmed by a missed text from his bunny: a picture of himself captioned 'Think I made a new friend'.

She'd been asleep when he'd left her but even still, John cannot help replying right then and there.

***

John is leaning against his passenger door when he spots her big Wrangler pulling in and he makes his way to her with enough time to offer a hand as she slides out of the car. He maybe stands a bit too close, appreciating the way her thick, soft thighs rub briefly against his own as he helps guide her gracefully to the ground.

She's got on leggings and tall socks with converse and a thin henley under a worn denim jacket. She's so cute he wants to throw her in the back of her Jeep right then and give the suspension a run for its money. Compounding his dilemma is the strong scent of her monthlies evident through the thin material of her trousers. It's weak enough he doubts anyone else will notice, but the scent of the iron rich blood has his teeth itching.

Plus it's upsetting to be slapped in the face with such strong evidence that their bond isn't fully formed.

Despite his turmoil, John smiles at her warmly and kisses her on the cheek in greeting, making her blush.

"Good to see that bear didn't make off with you. Not sure I could win that particular fight."

She laughs as they make their way inside, "I don't know, he seems more of a lover than a fighter. You could probably win him over with some berries or something."

"So then I'd have to share both you and my food? I gotta run this bloke out of town." John can feel the rabbit eyeing him suspiciously, weighing the quality of his words. He, of course, doesn't flinch; simply holds the door open and guides her through with a palm on her lower back.

He's hoping she'll tell him he doesn't need to worry about sharing her, but it seems that's a bit much to expect from a casual second date. She motions to the door he's held for her instead. "See? And here you were worried about not being a gentleman."

John's laugh is a mean, hot puff of breath. "There's still time," he warns, standing too close.

He helps her into her cute little skates, lets her use his body to keep herself upright as they stand in the carpeted hallway waiting on the zamboni to finish up. He's maybe a little swept up in the domesticity of it, surrounded as they are by other couples and families with small kids. 'Stanley Cup hopefuls,' the rabbit calls them, and John nearly goes weak in the knees imagining her bringing his cubs back here one day, decked out in her team's colors. He stands too close but she doesn't seem to mind; and when he kisses her on the crown of her head and keeps his lips there, she just leans a little more into him and he sighs in contentment. And when the doors finally open, he is treated to the absolute delight of watching his rabbit trying to figure out how to keep her feet under herself, laughing all the while.

The crowd is a mix of old hats just trying to stay limber; pesky children who rocket by, trying hard as they can to get under feet and trip people up; and landlubbin' newbies like them. It's good, sweet. Gives John an excuse to keep his hands on his rabbit, and seems to take her mind off her cramps, if the way her sweat turns from acrid with stress to good clean salt is anything to go by. It would be perfect, John decides, if not for a pair of twenty-something boys that linger, skating big ambling circles around John and his girl. They're casual, keep their eyes mostly to themselves, but John is already on edge and something about their presence makes him want to stand his ground.

Of course, he can't quite do that when the whole point of free skate appears to be 'skate in a circle'.

"Might've had it wrong, bunny," John grins as he gets his hand around her thick waist for the dozenth time, catching her just as her right foot goes slipping out in a direction she didn't authorize. "Think you're more of a Bambi than a thumper."

"With these thighs?" she jokes, slapping her quad for effect.

John doesn't bother to hide the hunger that elicits in him. He's about to give her a tiny little smack of his own when -,

"Nice catch, man. Way to take one for the team."

"Yeah, they'll have to bring the zamboni back out if she goes down."

John is distantly aware of his rabbit going stiff and quiet, her gaze drifting somewhere down by her feet. He keeps hold of her arm but it's more an instinctual comfort than a conscious decision, as all his higher brain function is dedicated to not growing fangs between which to trap these boys.

"They'll have to bring it back out if I use your teeth like an auger, too." John's voice is low. Possibly too low to be strictly human. It gets the point across anyway. The twiggy twats who have been circling like sharks all morning take one look at him and decide they have severely misread the depth of his feelings for the soft girl they've targeted. Finding no easy prey here, they mumble an apology (to John, the gits, not his rabbit) and dart off to pester a gaggle of teenage girls. John draws himself even closer to his girl, waits until he's certain he can control his voice better. "Fucking bellends. Sorry about them. You okay, honey?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Thanks for that. Sorry I clammed up, I can usually fight my own battles."

John scoffs, unamused. "No need, sweetheart. Unless you'd rather, of course. Actually, sorry if I overstepped. Knee jerk reaction."

"Oh, no, trust me, you're fine. Not mad at all." Her breath is soft, nearly amused, and John can't help but feel a little proud at having turned her mood around so quickly.

"Do you want to go do something else?"

"And let them know they bothered me? Absolutely not."

John grins, hums appreciatively. "That's my girl." His grin only widens when she blushes at the term.

They talk about their hometowns when they're not busy stumbling. John tells her about Hereford and his mom, and she tells him how similar this area is to where she grew up. She deflects a bit when asked about her family and John doesn't pry. He wishes she would tell him everything, of course, but can't help being a tiny bit selfishly pleased at the knowledge there's no tight knit family waiting for her back home. He tries asking about Dallas instead but the answers she provides are stiff and rehearsed, and her body language locks up so much it negates the small progress she's made in her skating abilities. John quickly moves on to film preferences and she's quick to loosen back up (she likes period dramas and high fantasy and isn't immune to a night in with a kid's movie).

Eventually her discomfort seems to catch up with her and John thinks he has the unique experience of realizing she will need to make a sanitary run to the bathroom before she does. He debates how best to handle it for exactly thirty seconds before his mouth is moving.

"Do you want to go get lunch?"

The rabbit stops, turning to face him fully. Well, John stops. She grabs his coat sleeve and tries to convert her momentum into a quick u-turn. It's mostly successful in that John has to swing an arm around her back to keep her upright. It's extremely successful in that the momentum carries her right on through and into his chest, where he keeps her pinned tight just because she seems quite content there. "You don't have to work?"

John shrugs, knowing Simon may well quit. "What's the point in being the boss if I can't bang in late every now and again?"

"I guess, but you don't want to -?"

Whatever she's about to suggest is interrupted by the very loud sound of John's stomach growling.

"Oh so that was more a cry for help than a suggestion?" the rabbit laughs, cute little nose scrunching up.

"I may be bloody famished, yeah."

"Oh, poor pumpkin. What are you feeling, then?" she asks as she heads off toward the exit, confident as she skates out of his arm's reach.

"Burgers. Maybe steak. Or lamb." Really, he wants an entire barrel of fish and perhaps some apples, but he wants to feed his poor little mate a mouthful of iron supplements more.

"It's lunch time," she laughs at him.

"Burgers, then?"

"Yeah, alright." He helps lower her onto the hall carpet and squats to help her with her laces. "You don't have to do that," she tells him but he just shakes his head at her.

"Want to." She's quiet after that, perhaps a little contemplative. She excuses herself while he returns the skates and when she comes back she smells like the fake, perfumed chemical they coat feminine products in which always sticks to his nose.

Honestly, cunt is supposed to smell like cunt. Even when it smells like a bloody cunt. Humans are fucking ridiculous.

"Hope you know I'm driving you there," John informs as he holds the door for her yet again.

"That doesn't even make any sense," his rabbit laughs. "You're gonna drive me all the way back here before going into work?"

"Might do. Or: new bartender starting today. Might let you be his guinea pig all evening."

"Oh yeah? You trying to loosen my morals?" Her tone is light and airy but something has shuttered behind her eyes.

"No," John's voice is confident but quietly reassuring. "I'm trying to get you all lushed and cute tonight and then maybe try my hand tomorrow when you're charmed and impressed by the breakfast I make. How well you handle a hangover depending," he tacks on with a teasing little wink.

She blinks once, twice.

"That okay?"

"No. Well, yes, but uh -. It's not a good... time."

John just cocks his head at her, knowing full well what she means but needing to hear her say it so he has an excuse to spoil her.

The rabbi sighs, "It's just -. Christ this is embarrassing. If that's your end goal you should maybe know I'm on my period. Just so you don't get your hopes up tmuch."

"Oh, poor lamb." John's smile is wolfish, the cat that got the cream. "And here I've had you on your feet all morning. Do you want to get lunch? Or would you rather just curl up? I can make you something if you'd rather not stay out."

"No, that's - um. Lunch sounds good, thank you, but uh -. You're not… mad?"

A beat. John's smirk slides slowly off his face. "Mad?"

"I mean, if that was your plan and I'm… you're not upset?"

"No, honey…" John's not entirely sure how to handle this turn. Logistically he knows the first step should be reassurance, but there's a desperate, cloying, insightful little creature in his chest that wants to push all these niceties aside and demand why she would think he was mad. "A man can dream, but I had no expectations. There's nothing to be mad about." She gives him a wan smile and he can't help but continue, "In fact, I oughta give you my mum's number. I ever seem mad about that, you go ahead and tell her to sort me out."

It works, the quiet giggle she lets out has a touch too much relief for his taste, but he'd take that over whatever the hell misplaced anxiety she'd just been exhibiting.

"Can chastise you myself, you know. No mum's needed."

"Oh thank God. Would way rather you do it. She can be proper scary."

"And I can't?"

"Rabbits aren't scary. You ever yell at me, it won't be fear makes me change my ways."

"Not scary? They don't make kids sit on the Easter bunny's lap back home? I still gotta steer clear of malls this time of year."

John grins again, can't help the mental image she's conjured of him having to scare off a man in a pink bunny suit for her. "So I'll have to wait at least a month to spoil you with a shopping trip, noted."

She splutters. "You don't have to do that ever!"

He shrugs, "Told you, want to. Now get in, I'm hungry enough I'd eat you if you held still long enough." When she blanches, scandalized, he can't help but grin.

"Okay, yeah, let's go. But -."

John resolutely doesn't let his smile drop lest she thinks he's mad again, but he can't help the punched out feeling her continued protests elicit.

"- if I'm spending the night, I do definitely need to drive the Jeep to a more anonymous parking lot. That thing gets towed, I'm screwed."

Yes, it sure would be a shame if someone hobbled her speedy little den before she realized you belonged with him. Still, "I'll tell you what. You keep letting me treat you to lunches and dinners and whatever other little excursions we can come up with and I'll let you park at the bar whenever you'd like, hm?"

"What, so I can deal with the noisy neighbors?"

"Have it on good authority the second floor's pretty well sound proofed. You can hang your hat up there if it ever bugs you," he winks. "But fine, go get your bloody buggy. I'll send you the address, yeah?"

Part seven >>

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𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

yeah, idk. this idea just ~happened~ and I wrote it. it’s nice to be feeling at least a little bit inspired again! this is my first Eddie fic, so I hope people enjoy my character interpretation :)

warnings. smut!!, implied previous relationship, outdoor sex, clothed sex, sooooome dirty talk, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie.

word count: 1.1k

** you and eddie have been broken up for the past few months. now, you’re alone with him at skull rock as you both await the return of the party... **

Eddie pushes the stolen supercomm’s antenna down with a sigh. You offer him a small smile.

“They’ll be here soon, I’m sure.”

He laughs breathily, looking away. He’s lost pretty much all hope at this point, it’s obvious. “Yeah.”

The two of you sit in silence for a bit. He twists his rings, you play with the holes on the knees of your jeans. Only the chirps of the birds and the droplets of rain from the night before hitting the dead leaves covering the ground can be heard.

“Eddie?”

He looks up at you. “What?”

“I, uh...”

He looks at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry about everything that has happened. It’s a shame that all the dickbags in this town can’t see how totally innocent you are.”

Eddie laughs softly, a genuine laugh this time. “Thanks. But I think we both know I’m not, uh, totally innocent.”

Your cheeks warm rapidly and you look away, a small smile tugging at your lips, despite your best efforts to rein it in. He’s referencing the relationship the two of you shared...before you broke up with him after a heated fight.

Yeah, he’s definitely not totally innocent. Far from it, actually.

“Well...that is certainly true, yes.”

Both of you laugh together, then fall silent again.

“Seriously though, thanks.” He says to you before offering the smallest of smiles. “It’s nice to know that I’ve got the prettiest girl in Hawkins on my side.”

You smile, cheeks even hotter.

“Don’t worry, I’ll send you plenty of fanmail in jail.”

“So not funny.” He chuckles anyway, shaking his head. “You’re not funny.”

“Aww. Just keep telling yourself that.”

It’s always so easy with Eddie. Everything. Joking, laughing, talking, fucking... Your head tips downward, swallowing harshly.

“This is weird.”

You look up, surprised that he spoke up. “What is?”

“This. You and me, small-talking. It’s weird.”

“Yeah. It kind of is. We...we weren’t really too good at the talking part, were we?”

He hums with a smile. “No, we weren’t too good at that. We were good at other things, though.”

You’re already wet just thinking about it, all those times he pounded you, made you scream his name...

“Y’know...”

Eddie hasn’t stopped looking at you.

“Skull Rock isn’t just a good hideout spot, it’s...it’s known as a pretty popular hookup spot.”

The corner of his mouth pulls up in a small smirk.

“Mhm. We never really got to come out here when we were dating.” He leans in slightly.

You do the same, turning a bit to face him better.

“Eds, I know we haven’t really been together in a while but--”

He’s lunging forward and lips are pressing against yours in the blink of an eye. You’re startled at first, but quickly kiss him back, tongue dancing with his. Your head tilts slightly to the side, deepening the embrace.

“Shit, babydoll...we gotta make it fast. Don’t wanna traumatize the kids...and Steve. Robin and Wheeler seem like they could handle it.”

Your laughter vibrates his lips. “You know the drill, Eds. Just tell me how you want me...or put me there yourself.”

He grins and pulls you onto his lap swiftly, hands tightly gripping your ass. You hum into his mouth, grinding on him and enjoying the way his hips lift instinctively.

Suddenly, you find yourself turned around on his lap, back pressing against his front. His cool metal rings press up against your skin as his hand wraps around your neck.

“Fuck...move your fucking shorts to the side. I need you now.”

You quickly reach down to undo your shorts, giving more room for you to pull them to the side, revealing your bare wetness. Eddie yanks his belt loose, followed by the clasps on his jeans, reaching in to pull out his hardened cock.

You’re joined together quickly and swiftly, both of you moaning softly at the sensation. His thickness stretches you, his shaft penetrating deeply. His length twitches with excitement as you hold him inside for a moment, re-adjusting to him after the time apart.

Eddie takes over quickly, barely letting you begin to bounce before he’s fucking up into you, hand around your throat squeezing in-time with his thrusts. You’re gasping, whimpering, whining with each sharp motion of his hips.

“E-Eds, ssshit...”

“Mmm. Just like that, babydoll, moan my fuckin’ name.” He groans, jaw clenching and teeth gritting.

“Eddie. E-Eddie.” You gasp. You start to bounce along with his quick pace, matching his upwards strokes with your downward ones. “Ohhhmygod.”

You’re already close, so relieved to have Eddie back inside you. You’re relieved just to have Eddie back, even just in this way. You’ve missed him a lot.

He’s close too, you can tell. His dick is twitching, pulsing inside you as his climax draws closer. His breathing grows heavier and more choppy, his legs begin to shake beneath you, and he’s steadily losing himself to the intense pleasure he’s feeling.

“Y-You still on the pill?” He asks shakily, head tipping back for a moment.

You nod, then gasp as he yanks you back flush against him, rings pressing further into your neck with the effort. “Uh huh!”

“Good.”

His hips slam once, twice, three times more before they stutter to a stop. He groans loudly, lazy thrusts continuing as his spend empties into your waiting cunt.

Your walls squeeze him tightly, milking him for all he’s worth while your climax builds to a peak only moments later. A soft gasp of his name is all that’s heard before your hips buck erratically, jerking and jolting with each wave of pleasure that washes over you.

After you’ve ridden out your high, you collapse back onto his chest, breathing heavily. He hums, lazily moving his hand up and down your sides, occasionally venturing up to tease your clothes breasts. You laugh breathily when he does that, shaking your head in amusement. He always did have a special liking for your tits...

Suddenly, and before either of you can say anything, the sound of leaves crunching and twigs snapping reaches your ears.

“It’s this way, Henderson!”

“No, it’s North!”

“This. Way!”

Your eyes widen, as do Eddie’s, at the familiar voices of Steve and Dustin. You quickly get off his lap and straighten yourself out while he does the same.

The party soon approaches through the brush and by then, the two of you are sitting next to each other.

“Hey, we found them!” Dustin grins.

Both of you look at one another for a moment, sharing a small smile.

“Yeah, Henderson. You found us.”

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after dark pt. 3: stakeout (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: cursing, hawks is a big fat flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs/alcohol

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From the roof across from the Fukuoka police headquarters, you watched the sun drift lower in the gray sky. Your shadow was long and wind howled in your ear. In the other, you were being entertained by Hawks’ incessant singing.

“And all I am is a man, I want the world in my hands,” he sang, off-key and unabashed through your ear piece.

You pulled your hoodie tight around your ears. “Oh, please don’t ruin The Neighborhood for me too,” you laughed.

“Ruin?” he said, feigning offense. “You get a private karaoke session and this is how you thank me?”

Tired of pacing, you laid down on your stomach, chin on top of your hands, peering over the side of the building. “If I had my way, we’d be listening to an orchestral suite or something.”

“Orchestral suite?” He fake snored, making you scoff.

“Don’t be so uncultured, bird brain,” you sneered. “There’s one called The Planets, it’s actually really cool. Each movement was written to be the personification of the Greek gods they’re-” Hawks snored even louder, but you just talked over him. “It’s actually really interesting!”

He laughed. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Tell me about-”

“Hold on a sec, I’ve got movement.” Your eyes focused on the door of the police station.

“Ugh, finally. Dude is supposed to be on patrol already, not cooped up in the office,” Hawks whined.

“Never mind, it’s not him,” you said, body relaxing.

“Damn. Is surveillance always this boring?” he asked.

“Not when I get to listen to the music I like,” you joked.

“Wow, so ungrateful! But you like The Neighborhood enough to know them at least, right?”

“Yes, I like some popular stuff. But I find long, complex pieces to be more mentally stimulating when I’m working, especially since I’m always alone.”

“So what’s so cool about this Planets piece?” Hawks asked. You could tell he was munching on a snack.

“I don’t want to put you to sleep.”

“You won’t, I like hearing you talk about stuff.” You could hear the smile in his voice. It made your heart stutter.

“Well… Okay,” you resigned. “So each planet has a totally different vibe. Like, Mars is the god of war and that movement is aggressive and bombastic, definitely sounds war-like. But then Venus is next and it’s this ethereal, soft piece with a dreamy feeling. All seven are totally different. So yeah, it’s neat.”

“Sounds cool. Do you have a favorite?”

“That’s tough. Everyone loves Jupiter, and for good reason. It’s bright and vibrant and the main melody is gorgeous. I also really appreciate Saturn, it has this solemn vibe but has this really pretty ending. And I really like the far away, mystical feeling of Neptune, it definitely makes you feel like you’re floating through endless space. But I also can’t overlook the dreamy, almost sleepy sense you get from Venus… Sorry, I’m rambling,” you chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

“No, not at all,” he said. “Like I said, I like hearing you talk. You’ll have to send your favorite one to me, I’ll check it out.”

“Really?” you asked. “You aren’t just making fun of me for liking classical music?”

“Hey, I may joke around a bunch but I promise I’m not making fun of you, angel. You’re smart, so I’m sure you have good taste.”

There’s that word again. Angel. Why does it make my heart stop like that? Wish I had the guts to ask why he insists on calling me that, you thought. But you were too scared to broach the line of flirting just yet, especially since you were on the job. How awkward would the rest of your contract be if he wasn’t interested? Plus, you weren’t kidding when you told him you were chronically single. You had no idea how to act in a relationship, and there was little doubt in your mind that Hawks was experienced. His confidence was proof that he knew just how attractive he was. You’ve never had trouble with emotions before, so get this little crush under control, you told yourself.

“So what do you usually listen to?” you asked.

“Pssh, I dabble in all sorts of stuff. Some pop stuff, some metal, whatever’s good. How about we go for some Local Natives next, they’re a little more indie.”

After the first few bars, you started tapping your foot. “Hm, good bass line,” you said, barely hearing Hawks humming along. “Did you say you like metal?”

“Oh yeah. But I won’t scare you off with that just yet,” he chuckled. “It can get a little intense.”

“Hey, I get it. We all need an outlet for that teenage angst.”

Hawks gave a full-voiced laugh. “For sure! Speaking of angst, you ever get into American Emo stuff?”

“Yeah, quite a bit when I was young,” you said.

“I’ll make us a playlist and we can serenade each other all evening tomorrow. Let me know your requests!”

“Will do,” you said, internally laughing at the thought of Hawks outside your bedroom window with a boom box like in the movies.

Your target finally exited the police station and headed for his patrol vehicle. Hawks turned off the music and switched your headsets to listen in to the police scanner so you could follow the target without needing to trail him directly. While Hawks’ wings were built for speed, yours were not. You followed as closely as you could, taking shortcuts across rooftops to rest your wings while keeping an eye on the streets below.

“Sounds like he’s going to do some detective stuff, probably a follow-up interview,” Hawks said.

“Yep, headed north. Any movement there yet?” you asked.

“Actually, my target just walked out. He’s with two others. Just regular office chit-chat.” He paused. “Seems to be headed to the train station with the others. He gets on at Hakata and heads south to Kasuga, so I’ll just fly there- Well, apparently he forgot something in his office.” He paused again. “But he isn’t going back inside, just standing around looking at his phone. Weird.”

“That is weird. Wonder what his deal is,” you said, thankful that your target had stopped for coffee so you could catch your breath.

“Okay, he’s on the move again. I’m suspicious now, so I might tail him to see which train he gets on.”

Hawks followed his target from the rooftops to the train station, then sent out a feather to discern which direction he would go.

“He’s heading north,” Hawks said, surprised. “That’s unusual. He must not have wanted his co-workers to know where he was going. I’m going to head up to the next station, see if he gets off there.”

Once he reached the next train station, Hawks carefully scanned the crowd, looking for his suspect from the Safety Commission.

“Must have stayed on the train. Hopping up to Hakozaki next.”

“That’s pretty close to where I am. They might be meeting up after all,” you said.

“I’ll be surprised. If they’re links in the Trigger supply chain, it’s pretty bold of them to meet up so soon. I mean, your guy just got caught about a week ago.” Hawks grew quiet in thought as you both flew over the city.

“Just made it to Hakozaki, and I already see him getting off the train,” Hawks said. “He’s heading east towards the river.”

“Shit. So am I,” you said. “You feel confident in getting a clear photo of him whenever he stops walking?”

“I took one of him already, just in the crowd at the station.”

“Really? That’s perfect. Maybe you know what you’re doing after all, Hero,” you said.

“You taught me well, and I may not be as dumb as I look at least.”

“You getting close? I’m across from a fried chicken place we might have to check out,” he asked, kneeling near the edge of the roof.

After tailing the police cruiser for a few more blocks, you spotted crimson wings ahead, despite the dying daylight. You drifted on the wind towards him, your silent wings aiding your stealthy approach.

You smirked and landed several feet behind him, your boots crunching the gravel giving away your position. He whipped around, slightly startled.

“Damn, your wings really are silent! You’d make for a bad-ass stealth hero, you know.” The way his bright eyes raked over your form made you self-conscious, but his smile told you he was pleased with what he saw. “The all-black outfit really suits you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh please. You’re laying it on a bit thick, don’t you think?”

“Laying what on thick?” He stood and drew near to you, flashing a coquettish grin.

“You’re such a flatterer, Hawks.”

He brushed away a strand of hair stuck to your hood. “What, I’m not allowed to compliment you?”

You blushed and couldn’t hide your smile. “We are co-workers, you know.”

“Yeah, for now.” His flirty tone made your cheeks flare to life further. No guy had ever shown you attention like this. He must just be this way with everyone. Can’t let myself think I’m anything special compared to the number three hero in the country.

You walked to the edge of the building together, peering over to the street below. Hawks’ target from the Safety Commission looked around, then spotted the police cruiser pulling over near the next intersection. He began walking with purpose.

“Think I should head down to street level and try to listen in?” you asked.

Hawks shook his head. “Don’t want you to get spotted. I’ll send down a feather.” He handed your digital camera over to you. “Try and get some pics of them together without going all the way down there.” Despite his typical lighthearted demeanor, Hawks’ tone was serious and his eyes narrowed in focus.

You nodded, both of you watching the man below. Without a word, he entered the police vehicle.

“Well, that tears it, huh?” Hawks asked, sending a red feather down to rest on the roof of the car.

You fluttered over to a lower roof to take pictures of the pair. Thanks to the street noise, you couldn’t make out any of their conversation. Hopefully Hawks’ feathers are as useful as they seem. Your camera shutter clicked away as they conversed. After taking a sufficient number of photos, you returned to Hawks’ side.

“They’re working together, and it’s definitely related to Trigger,” he said, eyes closed in concentration. “They’re surprisingly confident despite the report last week. Yamamoto- the PSC guy says he can supply more on Thursday. Officer Mori says that’s fine. They’re going to meet at Bay 7 at the docks, 10 pm. No correspondence until then.”

“Damn. You were dead on, then.”

Yamamoto exited the vehicle and hailed a cab. Hawks’ feather darted from the police cruiser to the roof of the cab, listening in.

“Sounds like he’s headed home now. Must be making serious cash if he can afford a cab for that distance,” Hawks said. He recalled his feather and stood, rubbing the stubble on his chin. You watched the gears turn in his mind and couldn’t stop the thought of how incredibly handsome he was. His large hands, strong jaw, glimmering eyes… He chewed his lip in thought, making you subconsciously lick your own lips. He is not making this easy for me… He’s too fucking hot.

As if he could sense your stare, he caught your eye. “You okay?” he asked, voice low.

Mortified at being caught, you shook your head. “Yeah, I’m fine, sorry. Just thinking.” Suddenly warm, you lowered your hood, trying to get the cool air to circulate around your burning ears.

“Yeah, I was too. Have to wonder if there’s anyone else in the PSC or the police department involved or if it’s just the two of them. We should try and figure out who Yamamoto is getting his supply from and when.”

“Yes, I agree. Perhaps we can dig up some intel tomorrow or Wednesday, then catch the hand-off Thursday night,” you suggested.

He nodded. “Yeah, good plan.” He sighed and shrugged. “Well, I guess that’s as much as we can do for now. But hey, I’m glad we got what we were looking for.”

You snorted. “Yeah, me too. Can’t believe it went so well, actually. I almost never get anything usable on the first night.”

“For real? Then we should spent the rest of the evening getting some dinner to celebrate our first success!” he said with a brilliant grin. “I think that fried chicken place is open til nine!”

“We’ve only been at it for a couple hours now and you’re already done for the evening? We could go back to my office and start looking for info,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Well, I’ve been doing hero work all day and I’m starving! And your office is aaaall the way across town. We’ve already made progress, so I think we deserve a little reward. So, what do you say? Join me?” he asked, extending a hand towards you.

“Have you forgotten that you’re super famous? I can’t be seen with you in public!” you said, more harshly than you meant it.

“Aw, angel,” he pouted. “You aren’t going to let me take you out?” He tilted his head like a curious puppy.

Had it been anyone but the ever-charming and undeniably attractive Hawks, you might have scoffed. Instead, you sighed and relented.

“Do they have takeout?” you asked.

Hawks beamed. “Sure do! What sounds good to you?”

“Whatever you’re having, so long as it isn’t too spicy,” you said.

Hawks started punching the restaurant’s number into his phone. “You know, my apartment isn’t too far from here. We could always take this back to my place to eat, if you get tired of eating on rooftops.”

Your eyes grew wide. “You’re trying to get me to go back to your place on our first night of work?” you chuckled, assuming he was joking.

Realizing how his words had come off, he stammered. “Oh shit, uh- That’s not how I meant for it to come out at all! I mean- Yeah, I’m placing an order for pick-up, please.” His cheeks burned a lovely shade of red to resemble his feathers. He rubbed the back of his neck and you laughed silently as he fumbled through the dinner order. So he finally breaks the confident persona, only to come off even more endearing. He’s so cute my heart might explode.

He hung up the phone and turned back to you bashfully. “Should be ready in ten minutes,” he said, swallowing hard and chuckling. “Sorry, I really didn’t mean it like I was trying to hit on you or anything.” He paused. “Uh- Not that I wouldn’t hit on you, I mean, you’re gorgeous! But taking you back to my place would be-”

You laughed. “Hawks, relax, okay? I’m not mad or anything.” He calmed down and laughed with you. He thinks I’m gorgeous?

“Good. Sooo, you don’t mind me hitting on you then? Just a little?” he asked, cocking a brow up.

Your heart soared and you gave a coy smile. “Oh, if you must. So long as we’re done working.” You met his eyes, bravely returning his flirtatious spark.

“Yeah? Like… Everyday when we’re done, or after our little contract is up?” he asked eagerly.

“Geez, you are so impatient!”

“Yeah, maybe I am.” He shrugged. “But what can I say, you really are gorgeous.”

You couldn’t maintain eye contact, so instead you raked your eyes over his body. “Oh, shut up. But… You aren’t so bad yourself, bird brain.”

A soft blush bloomed across his cheeks and he shrugged. “Eh, I try not to look like a total wreck at least. While we wait, you wanna show me that planet orchestra you were talking about?” he asked

“Yeah. I may not be the brightest bird, but I like to be open to new things.”

You smiled and pulled out your phone as you sat on the ledge. “I’ll play it through the headsets, okay? This one’s Jupiter, I think you’ll like it best.”

Hawks sat down next to you, his wings puffed up to block the biting wind. They were much larger than yours, but they didn’t intimidate you as they had upon your first meeting. Now, they were your shield.

The song began with a jovial burst of energy. The driving percussion and triumphant brass energized you, and you found it hard to sit still without conducting an invisible orchestra with your fingers.

“Sounds like a movie,” Hawks remarked.

You nodded. “Yeah! A ton of modern film composers have been influenced by this suite.” You closed your eyes, allowing your head to sway with your favorite passage.

Hawks was trying to pay attention to the music. He really was. But he was far more enraptured by you. Your excited heartbeat, your soft scent, your angelic wings nestled within his own. The elegant music only emphasized his infatuation with your beauty. He knew you would eventually open your eyes and catch him staring, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You sat in comfortable quietness, enjoying the music together. You felt Hawks’ arm gently resting against yours, pinky nestled against yours. Butterflies surged in your gut as you allowed yourself to lean into him. He provided warmth, deep in your chest and relief from the cool wind. As the lengthy song neared conclusion, you opened your eyes. Hawks’ golden irises sparkled in the dim light, his gaze soft and attentive. He glanced at your lips, but turned his head away.

Was he… Thinking about kissing me? Or am I totally misreading him? I have to be over-thinking it. He’s a flirt with everyone, right? Gotta keep this professional. Probably shouldn’t have said he could hit on me.

As silence filled the air once more, you opened your mouth to speak. Hawks’ stomach gave a noisy growl, sending you both into a laughing fit.

“Right on cue, as always!” he said.

He stood and offered his hands to you, helping you to your feet. Not letting your hands go, he pulled you close.

“Would it be super cheesy to say that song was almost as beautiful as you?” he asked with a cheeky smirk.

You giggled. “Yes, extremely.”

He laughed too and brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. “Guess I’ll just keep it to myself then. Back in a few with dinner.”

As he fluttered down to the street, your heart hammered against your ribs. You rested your icy fingers against your burning cheeks. He is such a dork. An absolutely adorable dork.

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muldermuse · 8 months

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The Most Haunted Forest in South Carolina: Fox Mulder X Reader

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The walk to the camp site was longer and way more miserable than it really should have been. You kept cursing Fox for getting you out here but really it was your own fault. Scully was unable to make it so Fox needed a partner to camp out in ‘The Most Haunted Forest in South Carolina’.

“It sounds like a corny line from a postcard. Have you seen any statistics to back it up?” You responded when Fox had told you over your weekly coffees out of the office.

“We have over two hundred witnesses who all claim to have seen something ‘otherworldly’ within a 4 week period. All seem to be legitimate, Skinner thinks it’s a waste of time so I have to go” He smirked as he brushed the powdered sugar from his donut onto the floor. “Besides, I haven’t been camping for a while and Scully is unavailable so I need a partner…”. He gave you the sweetest smile he could muster.

“I hate camping, I don’t really like the outdoors and I’m an awful hiker” You retorted; trying desperately not to be won over by his grin.

“It’s only one night, we’ll be near civilisation for the most part and so am I! We’ll be in it together and we can make s’mores. The weather is meant to be good and y’know…it’d be nice to spend some time together…in a spooky forest”. His cheeks went pink with nerves and despite how much you hated the idea of being in a tent, you wanted to be with him too.

You and Fox had been spending more time together recently. You’d started as friends until a bad break up left you struggling. Fox had been there throughout your darkest days and over the past few months you’d developed feelings for him. You’d go out for coffees once a week and have a takeout night every weekend. The closest you’d ever been was a prolonged hug as you sobbed into Fox’s work shirt and a drunken kiss on the cheek. You were desperate to spend time with him so you told yourself that this was the perfect opportunity.

***

The weather was awful and it had been from the moment you’d left the car. Initially, you’d hiked in silence. You knew Fox felt slightly guilty about how wrong the weather forecast had been and you felt grumpy. Your hiking shoes weren’t sitting right, your bag felt like it was full of bricks and the rain was relentless. Fox would occasionally look back and smile at you but after the first half dozen had not been reciprocated; he thought maybe you weren’t in the smiling mood.

As the rain started to ease up; so did your mood. You enjoyed seeing Fox in this completely new environment, he pointed out every tree that looked stupidly large and would occasionally point at leafs, asking if you thought they looked ‘super poisonous’. When the terrain got rocky, he’d immediately hold your hand to steady you and then stay holding it for a while. Both of you enjoying the intimacy of the moment and the intimacy of the forest, it seemed like for the first time since knowing him; it was just you and him. The forest was huge and yet it was just the two of you, talking idly and holding hands. Very quickly it stopped feeling miserable and started to feel romantic. You’d keep your hands intertwined as you’d rub your thumb against his and without thinking, he’d return the gesture.

***

You both decided to have a fast lunch so you could make it to the campsite quicker. You shared a thermos of coffee as well as your sandwiches and bags of chips with each other.

“Did you put brown sugar in this coffee Mulder?” He nodded as he bit into his apple, seemingly distracted by a bird flying overhead.

“You hate sugar in coffee.”

“Yeah but you like it...I know your coffee order like the back of my hand. You’re doing me a huge favour by doing this so I wanted everything to be okay for you. I mean you’ve come to the most haunted forest in South Carolina with me, the least I could do is make you a damn good coffee.”

Your entire body warmed as you sipped your drink. The way his eyes studied your face made your body glow. You realised that this could be the best time to tell him your feelings, you’d been avoiding doing it for the past few months as you told yourself that the moment didn’t feel right. This was it, the perfect time to tell Fox about the butterflies fluttering in your stomach every time you saw him but before you could open your mouth. He brushed his hands together and stood up, packing everything up into his backpack and telling you that you needed to make it to the campsite before it got any darker.

Without words, his hand reached out for yours and you held hands the entire way to the campsite.

***

Fox insisted on putting up the tent, placing you in charge of finding dry wood for the campfire and looking for any signs of something that may be ‘otherworldly’. There was nothing to report back, maybe a few more squirrels than you expected but definitely nothing worthy of an X File. He had finished putting the tent up by the time you got back; your arms laden with wood ready to create the fire. You informed him of your findings as you set the fire together.

“How many squirrels did you see in total?”

“Fox, I didn’t count, there was just a lot. Like more than I’ve seen in one location before, maybe about 25ish?”

The flames illuminated his face as he smirked at your response. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a silver flask, he grimaced as he took a sip and handed it to you.

“If the fire doesn’t warm you up, try this rum” You sipped it and tried your hardest not to pull a disgusted face at the burn of the liquor going down your throat. That was how the rest of the evening was spent, the stars lit the sky as you talked by the fire and passed the flask between you. You talked about everything, from big moments in your life to your favourite films. The effect of the rum and Fox’s lingering eyes warmed your body as you rested your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes as you listened to him talk about a book he had just finished. His arm found it’s way around your waist and he held you tightly against him. The silence was comfortable and you opened your eyes to find him smiling at you.

“I think we should head to the tent, you’re absolutely freezing” He helped you stand up as you smiled at him hazily. It seemed to have gotten incredibly cold out of nowhere and you knew the cogs in Fox’s head would be spinning thinking about how this could be a sign of a paranormal presence.

In the tent, your sleeping bags were laid close but with a space in between. Fox had brought blankets which you hoped would keep you warm through the night. “I’ll-uhm- wait outside whilst you get changed” He smiled nervously as he left the tent, you were far too cold to take anything off so you put on another pair of socks, joggers and the hoodie Fox had left at your place. You got into your sleeping bag and shouted to Fox that he could come back in. Whilst outside he’d done the same as you, apparently putting on every item of clothing he had in his bag to retain some body heat.

“Anything spooky out there?” you asked as he climbed into his sleeping bag; turning on his side to face you.

“Unfortunately nothing, I’m sorry to have brought you out here. I’m sure there’s better ways you could spend your weekend, rather than freezing in a forest with me for company”

In all the time you had known Fox Mulder, you had never seen him look unsure of himself. He held himself with such confidence and pride that the current expression on his face was completely new to you. He looked nervous as if he felt guilty for bringing you here. Without giving it much thought, you scooted your sleeping bag over to him so you could look him in the eye.

“I’ll forgive you if you help me warm up” he smiled at you as you rested your head on his chest and he placed a blanket over the two of you. The warmth from his body and the steady rise and fall of his breathing began to lull you close to sleep. You felt Fox’s hand trail up and down your back and you realised it was the perfect time to tell him.

“I have feelings for you Fox, like I like you and you make me happy. I’ve wanted to tell you earlier but the timing didn’t feel right; but now it does” His hand suddenly stopped moving and you felt your heart shatter. Before you could mumble an apology and scoot away from him, he moved his hand to tilt your head up and kissed you. The kiss was gentle, soft and at that moment there was nothing else in the world apart from you two.

He kept his hand on your chin and looked at you as he stated, “I’m in love with you and I promise I was going to tell you. I was going to take you out for dinner tomorrow as a thank you and tell you then”.

Your body was overcome with warmth and you felt each of your muscles relax as the meaning of his words began to sink in. “This is the perfect way to tell me, you know, in the Most Haunted Forest in South Carolina”.

You placed your head back on his chest as it rumbled with a laugh, “so you admit, this Forest is haunted?”

Your eyes closed as the need for sleep seemed to creep over you, “I think love makes you say stupid things”.

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shirohige-pirates · 5 months

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Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

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Chapter 19: Amusement

The rest of the ferris wheel ride was had in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable silence, the two of you leaned against one another and enjoyed the view, and when the view became the interior of the ferris wheel itself you nuzzled your face into his arm, remembering a moment too late that you had put on a bit of makeup that morning.

Fortunately, if any was left to rub off on his coat, it didn’t.

Marco stepped out, offering his hand for you. You take it with a smile, inclining your head a little as the two of you move away from the crowd.

“I’m getting used to all these gentlemanly considerations of yours.” You admit, hand twined in his as you meandered about. Your eyes wander over the crowd as Marco hums appreciatively.

“Rough and tumble as growing up with so many brothers could be, in a way I think it managed to smooth us all out to some degree, yoi.” He admits. “Pops wasn’t shy with his feelings on the matter either.”

“I bet.” You mutter a little, distracted by something that’s caught your attention.

“What’s got your attention?”

You squint a little and then look up at Marco. “Stay here for me, I’ll be right back.”

His brows furrow slightly in confusion for a moment, but he lets your hand slip out from his and gives you a small smile. “Sure thing, I’ll be right here, pretty bird.”

Turning on your heel you disappear into the crowd so quick that Marco’s eyes go wide for a second. It wasn’t that you were particularly skilled at skulking through crowds, but you were quiet, and a little below the average height for the island. The moment you crouched, just a little, it was enough to put you below where most people would look at eye level.

Some of it was a bit of skill. You fled your home island when you were younger. Right around the time you’d accidentally eaten the devil fruit that resided within your bones. Other things that helped were the passive effects of the devil fruit itself.

You honed in on the voice you recognized as you wove through the crowd and popped up right in front of Thatch. Who was standing with a young, freckle-faced boy with messy black hair.

“Thatch.” You state dryly, and the older man nearly screeches when he sees you before looking around nervously. “What are you doing here?” You nearly hiss the question.

He finishes looking around before looking back, and down, at you. Reaching out silently he grabs the young man with him and pulls him closer.

“Enjoying the carnival with my little brother.” He says in a tone that clearly implies otherwise.

The younger man waves a little awkwardly. “Hi.”

It takes a second and your face lights up. “Oh, by the seas, you’re stalking your brother on his date.” You put your hand over your face for a moment.

“I… well, I mean… not… exactly.” Thatch stammers.

“No one knew where he was going to go,” the younger man starts explaining. “So, uh…” He stops, and looks away. “We split up.”

“You… split up?” You question and watch in real time as both men get more uncomfortable. “Wait, all of you? All thirty-seven of you?”

“Thirty- what, no, like… ten… of us.” Thatch starts, and then stops. “Look, it sounded like a better idea when Ace and Sabo were laying it out the other day.”

“Ace,” the freckled young man says, holding out a hand. You shake it, still looking a bit dumbfounded between the two of them. You give Ace your name as you release the handshake.

“Yoooooou two should probably leave.” You say after a second. “Trying to… I don’t even know what, but that stuff only works in movies.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not wrong, we thought we saw him at one point, but we lost him so fast.” Ace admits sheepishly. “It’s just that he’s always so calm and collected all the time.” He asserts. “I’ve never seen him like, ruffle, in the last decade.” The storm grey eyes look to you with an intensity you hadn’t expected.

“Until Sunday.” Ace explains. “He blushed! He smiled! Like, no, wait, I’ve seen him smile, I’ve never seen him like that.”

You can feel your face heating up. “Stop talking.” You say, looking away. “Look, go home before your brother murders you both, and I’ll, uh, come visit or something. Soon-ish. Soon-ly. Just, it was nice meeting you.”

You say quickly and disappear back into the crowd. You already left Marco alone for longer than you meant to, but now you had a new problem to consider. You didn’t want to do anything to end the date early, but you also didn’t want to keep anymore secrets than you already were.

After a moment, you found Marco, right where you left him, looking up at the sky. You didn’t quite reach him before he looked down at caught you with his gaze. You smiled, taking his hand before the two of you started to meander again.

“Can I ask what it was?” He says after a moment.

You laugh a little. “You can, I’m still trying to sort out how to say it.”

“Is it… bad?” His voice is a little more nervous than you’d expected.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s endearing, but maybe a little aggravating.” You offer, squeezing his hand and looking up at him, pausing your meandering walk again. “I saw Thatch.”

The confusion on his face is nearly adorable, before he rolls his eyes and sighs. “And?”

“And a young man named Ace.” You say, a cheerful tone in your voice. Marco pinches the bridge of his nose. “They hadn’t found their quarry, but, I did send them home.”

“I didn’t tell anyone where we were going.” Marco starts, and you pat his arm.

“I know, apparently they broke off into groups and cast a net over the city.” You explain and watch him nearly pale. He mutters something in a language you don’t know well, but you know muttering swearing when you hear it, no matter the language.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, and seemingly true to an earlier statement, you see him relax. He brings your hand up to his lips and gives your fingers a warm kiss.

“I’m glad to hear you have a sense of humor about this, yoi.” He muses, leaning down and kissing your forehead before straightening back up. “My apologies for my brothers.”

“Not at all.” You assure him. “I’m looking forward to meeting more of them. If, uh, you’re comfortable with that.”

“You want to?” There’s an easy tone in his voice, but you can feel his fingers flex.

“Yeah.” You admit, clearing your throat a little. “Thatch is nice, and Ace seems like quite the enamored younger brother. It seems like you have an interesting family, and you haven’t said anything bad about them, so… yeah.”

“Alright.” He says simply as the two of you continue walking.

“Oh, and I did say I would petition for you to not murder your brothers.” You say after a moment, and Marco laughs.

“Well, if it’s you asking, I suppose I can forgive them, yoi.”

“So what next?” You question. “It’s cold, but I feel like I could go for ice cream.”

“I need to try and win you a cheap carnival prize too before we leave.”

“Ah, but what if I win you a cheap carnival prize instead?” You prompt, giving him a cheeky grin.

“A competition?”

“Whoever wins a big stuffed animal first wins?”

“Sure.”

“Ah, but what do they win?”

Marco leans down, speaking quietly into your ear. His breath is hot, but it’s the words that warm you more than his proximity.

“Control, once we get back to your place tonight.”

#Birds of a Feather #Marco x reader #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pinepple #modern au

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kusanalogy · 2 years

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Sing for me?

Characters: ganyu and xiao x immortal!reader but it isnt that emphasized

a/n: for the sweet and spice event hosted by @bluexiao and @anantaru! First time participating in an event officially, was pretty fun tbh.

Word count: 900+ (IM SORRY XIAOOO I COULDNT THINK OF HOW TO MAKE IT LONGER SO HIS ISNT AS MUCH AS GANYUS 😭)

Warnings: reader has longer hair on ganyus, because she braids it. Lmk if i missed anything! I'll edit it

Main event post, scroll down for the m.list (support the rest of the creators!! just a reminder that theres a nsfw mlist so minors like me yeah stay away if they havent warned you enough 🥰)

Ganyu

ganyu who'd lay on your lap after a lengthy day, wanting your familiar comfort before heading off to rest.

You both watched the birds fly from the mountains, off to who knows where. While ganyu observed one take off, she noticed 2 rare glaze lillies right where the bird was.

"y/n.. Look at those glaze lillies!" Ganyu points out

You look to where she was pointing to "Oh wow! Thats rare in these areas. Cmon, lets take a look."

Ganyu follows your steps to the ancient flower. Once she sat by it, the half-qilin hummed a tune to it. Glaze lillies are known to read human- or immortals hearts. If the atmosphere is happy, the sound of music is lively, the glaze lily will open. If they aren't, and the surrondings are full of negative thoughts, the flower will wither away. It can listen to peoples singing aswell! Which is why ganyu wanted to experiment with it

Her voice was a gentle tone, a tone that calmed your senses. You closed your eyes to focus, and opened them again once she had stopped.

Ganyu touched a petal of the glaze lily, inspecting it to see if there was any effect. "Im not the best at singing, b-but i'd like to know what you thought!"

"It was great ganyu," You put your hand on hers and smiled "Your singing voice is notably clear."

Her cheeks went red after hearing such compliment "Thank you.. Ah! Look at the glaze lily on the left."

Your attention transfered to that flower, and because it listened to ganyu's sining, it bloomed.

"These flowers never fail to amaze me. I've heard that the geo archon is fond of this flower too. Dont you agree?" You say to- wait.

No reply?

"Ganyu?" You turn your head to the blue-haired adeptus behind you, and you didnt notice that she was starting to braid your hair

"Hold on y/n. I got an idea. Stay still while i braid your hair, if you'd let me." She says as she slightly combs your hair with her hands, to make it easier to braid.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

"...anddd finished!" She ties the end of the braid "I dont have a mirror with me right now, but theres a clear pond nearby?"

You walk to the pond and look at your braided hair in multiple angles, and back to ganyu

"You're doing so well today ganyu! If i could keep this on until tomorrow i would. But then it would get messy.."

She didnt come up with a proper reply, but instead nodded. Not long after, she picks herself up and slightly shakes your hand, like a signal to get up. So you proceed and go back to the two glaze lilies.

She places her hand on your cheek, picks up the same left glaze lily that bloomed from its stem and puts it on your braid.

"Perfect! But... I have one more request." Ganyu shyly states, then continues

"Sing for me? Could you make the other glaze lily bloom?"

"As you wish."

Xiao

no, reader isnt venti 😇‼ I hope it isnt too similar to xiao and ventis connection bc i swear it wasnt meant to be like it

xiao who'd watch you from afar, not wanting to disturb you. Listening to your quiet hums as you rest by a tree. You both havent seen eachother in awhile, So he was cautious for no reason.

Oh, your body looked so delicate. Your hair reflecting the rays of sunlight that went through the leaves of the said tree, the gentle movements of your hands.. and your lips. Those precious lips. All he wanted to do was to put them right on his.

He comes closer, I mean, its you anyways.

He remembered a time where the both of you used to talk to eachother a lot, and for a long time. "Them just accompanying me used to be a weekly thing.. but y/n had become a bit busy. It wouldnt hurt to approach them again?"

"Xiao. I missed you! What brings you here?" You ask, smiling. You recognize the sound of his footsteps, since you know he'd rather not chat much.

You miss him? "..Greetings, y/n."

Your bored mind thinks "Come here, i'd like to... Hold ur hand..."

"What?" Xiao thinks that something has gotten into you. You werent this direct with words before, right?

You hold your hands together and raise it to him, practically begging "Please~? For the love of rex lapis??"

"Fine."

"Yay!!" You instantly brighten up and playfully hold his hand, then placing your now intertwined hands on the grass. Putting your head on his shoulder, you hum a familiar tune to calm his senses. That gradually turns into you singing softly- with lyrics now. A song inspired by a liyuen legend, the adepti. Which included the person sitting right beside you!

Oh how he adored it. Once you start its like he wants it to never end.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

When you finished, xiao couldnt help but want more. Did he have to ask? How embarrasing... well

"...Sing for me." He whispered, barely audible.

But you felt him shift places "Come again? I couldnt hear properly"

"Sing for me?" He said a bit louder, but could still be considered a whisper to a normal person

"Moreeee?"

"..."

Oh- he doesnt wanna. Better try to change it then? "why am i not as comfortable with him like before? Was it because of the time i was away?" your thoughts were so messy...

"...If you dont want thats alright! I'll sing anyways"

How could you be so understanding? Its almost like you can read right through his mind.

How does love do that? you both think about that everyday.. theres not really a "real answer" to that, right?

"No no," Xiao clears his throat "Sing for me?"

#bloru.sweetnspice #ganyu x reader #ganyu fluff #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao x you #genshin fluff #genshin oneshots #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact ganyu #genshin hcs #🍀▪︎genshin writings

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minuy600 · 17 days

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LEGO On A Budget 2024 #8: 60428 Space Construction Mech & 31145 Red Dragon

Peak has been acquired. Although we still got 2 more blogs after this, I think nothing will top what you're about to see right here. Just watch.

LEGO City - 60428 Space Construction Mech

Okay first of all, how cool is the space theme? Honestly, every time I go to the Kruidvat and see the more expensive Space sets, like the 4+ Spaceship and Asteroid Discovery one or better yet, the Insterstellar Spaceship, I have to pinch myself to ensure I don't throw away another 18 bucks then and there. This one didn't seem as compelling at first, but that's the budget life, baybee.

This is just the Ninjago set but better. I mean. The fact you got a couple extra small builds instead of merely some minifigs definitely adds to the experience to me. You may miss the cool swords, yet you get compensated plenty with how unique many of the pieces are. In terms of the mech itself, I find them to be fairly even, though considering the Space Construction Mech's more formidable amount of pieces, I am giving the edge to this one. It manages to be a bit more stable to stand upright, and it has the cool little gimmick of being able to move the left hand's fingers more or less freely.

Ninjago felt more unique, yet this was ultimately the more fun set to put together. A 'stellar' finale to LEGO City's pretty stacked budget lineup of early 2024. Haaaa.

LEGO Creator - 31145 Red Dragon

Oo hoo hoo. Hoohohohoo. Hohohoho.

Yeah I love Creator 3in1. Such a novel concept, essentially tripling the value of your purchase by giving ya 3 things to build. Of course, the two builds that aren't the focus are gonna be smaller, but all that matters is what design you prefer. You're still getting your money's worth.

Gonna start off with the smallest and my personal least favorite, the fish. And even THEN, this one is still excellent! It feels rather nice and chunky in the hands, like it's definitely a substantial build. Plus, there's plenty of movable parts too, like, everything you expect to move *does*. Certainly left a solid first impression, and this is the bottom.

The bird is certainly a bit less unique as there's plenty of LEGO birds around I feel, and the idea of it flapping it's wings isn't AS compelling to me. The extremely adorable design more than makes up for it though. Look at it. Lil goofy cartoony bird. I really liked having this as a lil decoration for a couple days while I was busy doing birthday things.

But here comes the bingus. The dragon from the cover. He thwarts all with his imposing (not actually imposing) size. Flexible arms and legs that look better than any other one so far. Flexible tail and wings, too. Hell, you can even open and close his mouth as was shown on the box. Extremely impressive and very cute to boot! The only mild concern is that it doesn't stand upright as easily as some earlier sets. Oh well, at least it ain't one of those Friends minifigs.

Current rankings:

The Space Construction Mech would've been number 2 at worst if it wasn't for the absolute delight that is the Red Dragon and co. It's a very cool set, maybe a touch boring for a Space theme, yet still very flexible and solid, with loads of unique pieces. Well worth adding to your extraterrestial collection.

LEGO Creator is quite handily my favorite theme, though. The value for money is rather extreme. For 9 bucks, you get two slightly smaller builds that look goofy and fun, AND a similarly cutesy dragon that can be messed with however you desire. 100% my favorite build by a long shot, it's not even on the same level as all the others. If there's any budget set to buy, it's this one. Same with most other Creator sets, honestly.

Creator - 31145 Red Dragon

Friends - 42608 Tiny Accessories Store

City - 60428 Space Construction Mech

City - 60411 Fire Rescue Helicopter

Marvel - 76275 Motorcycle Chase: Spider-Man vs. Doc Ock

Ninjago - 71805 Jay's Mech Battle Pack

Super Mario - 71428 Yoshi's Egg-cellent Forest

Friends - 42606 Mobile Bakery Food Cart

DREAMZzz - 71471 Mateo's Off-Road Car

Friends - 42607 Autumn's Baby Cow Shed

City - 60401 Construction Steamroller

City 4+ - 60410 Fire Rescue Motorcycle

City - 60400 Go-Karts and Race Drivers

Friends - 42612 Cat Playground Adventure

Minecraft - 21251 Steve's Desert Expedition

City 4+ - 60399 Race Car

Just two more sets left that I could actually review very soon. I'm excited to be done, my retro games have been giving me a stink eye for like 3 months now. The final FINAL post related to LEGO is scheduled for a later time, when i've already resumed the reviews of that OTHER major hyperfixation.

#minuy600 #review #lego #lego review #lego city #lego creator #lego space #ranking list

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genderlessjacky · 1 year

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⚡ scared of thunderstorms

aight!! one encanto cousin bonding coming rightt up

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Abuela had told the Madrigals to take a day off due to the horrid storm happening in the encanto , it's so strong not even Pepa's magic could stop it and it didn't help that Camilo and Mirabel pranked her earlier today by putting a fake cockroach in her tea , they did apologise after but Pepa was reasonably still angry at them.

The thunder cracks and roars outside of the casita , rattling its windows as the living house tries to keep it stable . Dolores Madrigal , the child who has been blessed with the gift of super hearing, did not take this well.

She sat cross legged on the couch with her chatting siblings and cousins while her Tio Agustin played soft piano in the background . The middle child tried to focus her listening on her Tio's piano music but it didn't work , the sounds of thunder kept disrupting her , so she decided to go to her room , maybe it would be more silent there.

She gets up from the couch and quickly speed-walks to her room without saying another word.

Luisa Madrigal caught sight of Dolores abruptly going to her room , she was slightly concerned for Dolores since she couldn't control her super hearing and the thunder in itself was already really loud , she assumed that Dolores would put on some noise cancelling headphones.

But that was before she quickly realised that last week , one of antonio's birds chewed up her headphones and he never told her due to him being scared that Dolores will be angry at him so She assumed that Camilo took her headphones and they both argued for a while before Antonio told her but that's another story for another day.

The strong madrigal very lightly nudged her younger sibling who was loudly talking to Camilo and whispered to her

"Hey Mira , should I go check up on Dolores?

After Mirabel finishing laughing at one of her primo's stupid ideas she said back to her :

"Maybe , what happened to her?" she replied with a hint of concern in her voice

"I saw her going up to her room"

"Wasn't she already in her room"

"what- no she was with us , she just wasn't talking much"

"ohhh if that is the case you probably should check up on her just in case , do you want me to join you?"

"hmm , no need Mira you can continue to talk with camilo as long as it's not another prank"

"ughhhh fineee" Luisa stood up from the couch and briskly walked to dolores’s room and softly knocked on the door as to not disturb her

“Hey Prima , its Luisa , can i come in” she asked

There was a moment of silence before her cousin replied in a hush tone

“Sure..come in”

When the older sister came in , she found Dolores sitting on her bed with a distressed face with her curly hair untied , covering her ears and shoulders while the red ribbon was lazily threw on the nightstand beside her cosy bed

Luisa sat beside her

“Prima , are you okay? I didn't see you in the living room …” she asked with worry in her voice

“Y-yeah im fine its just-”

Dolores turned her head away from Luisa

“Too loud for my gift to handle”

“Don't worry prima!!! Luisa is here for you”

She straightened her back and pointed her thumb towards her chest

Dolores chuckled before an idea popped into Luisa’s head “Prima , can you turn around and close your eyes?”

“Hmmm.. whyy?”

“I think I might have an idea!!”

Dolores turned around her bed when Luisa covered her ears with her soft but rough textured hand , she made sure to be gentle with it as to not accidentally hurt her Prima

“Sooo do you remember the time Papa got his head stuck in a beehive?” the more muscular madrigal started Dolores didn't know what her Prima was doing but it felt nice..all the noises around her were muffled except for her Prima’s

“Haha , yeah!! Mama was so worried , you had to help crack open the beehive!! Poor Tio” she recalled fondly

“Right?? Camilo was laughing so hard when he tried to help , and didn't Tia Pepa scold him for that?”

“HAH she did!! , he got in so much trouble , Mama berated him so badly he looked like a kicked puppy after that happened!!”

The two Madrigal happily chatted the night away , recalled fond memories and asking about eachothers day

The both of them don't usually get to be cousins and bond like normal cousins do due to the chores they have to do but since Abuela changed they have so much more chances for times like these and times like these are what La Familia are for

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usercookie2008 · 1 year

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brbrbrbrbrbr ANother UTMV AU idea haha

I call it Avianverse, pretty much an Au where everyone is part Bird

so far I've got Cross, dream, Nightmare, and Swap Figured out;

Cross is an Albino Peacock, and Dream, Noots, and swap are Owls hehe

Cross

Cross is a Peacock pretty much obsessed with trying to keep everything nice and 'perfect' as much as he can, absolutely obsessed with keeping his feathers neatly cared for, and probably would use dyes to give his tail more color cause of his slight hatred of the color White (he's an albino Peacock thus why his tail is a pure white, could also say that's why one of his eyes are Red since that's a usual thing for Albino Animals to have red eyes). Cross is elegant yet can still really put up a fight if he really wants to

Dream

Dream is a Type of Owl (what kind is unknown as of now along with what kind noots and Swap are) who's pretty much afraid of his own species. Dream isn't one to look into Mirrors, Much less anything that's reflective enough to make out his well Reflection. Often if Dream does see his reflection beside him he quickly shoots at it as a fear reflex, after he only realizes it was only his reflection Dream has a small tendency to Pluck his feathers out and is too often Frustrated whenever that happens. Dream also has high anxiety levels whenever near other Owls such as Swap and Nightmare, for swap he can kinda handle it as he has time to sorta brace himself but is always on the edge of on to Fight or flight. As for Nightmare, Dream isn't too sure how to feel about the other now that he's all goopy and also still an Owl Dream does know for sure that He fears Nightmare (even if he does wish for his Brother to return back to him).

but yeah in all Dream fears his own kind and Himself, why is it really a Question for everyone to ask but Dream wouldn't really be able to answer as he's asking the same thing. He's Frustrated with himself cause he's not supposed to feel this way and he's kinda scared to really tell anyone cause they'll think he's weird or something so Dream here isn't sure how to deal with the fear.

Swap

Swap, Like Dream and Nightmare, is also an Owl. He takes pride in how his feathers look and is pretty up going, Swap does slightly stress a bit whenever his feathers get Dirtied or ruined. He enjoys taking flight and the Main style of Fighting he uses is based on using his wings as something to boost his speed and enhance how hard he can come at someone. Swap is a Friend of Dream's and has learned not to exactly come flying towards dream as he's noticed that Dream gets Jumpy and (even if its a little hard to see unless you know what Dream does when;) He's Anxious, so Swap is a little careful around dream as not to exactly panic the Poor Obviously stressed Owl.

Swap remembers the first time He'd given a Surprise hug to Dream (way before Swap picked up on Dream's Anxiety) and Dream Shrieked fearfully and his feathers Fluffed up a lot as He'd tried to shove swap off him, Swap swore to himself to never do that again, hearing Dream shriek like that wasn't very pleasant. Swap believes that Dream has more of a fear of Touch like another Grouchy Bird he knows (cough cough Error) as Dream never really seems to touch people (but to say yeah Dream is kinda touched starved but at the same time he isn't an exact fan of touch)

And yeah thats kinda all I have rn for it haha

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itsstrange · 2 years

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Solace

Relationship: Billy Butcher x Reader

Prompt: “I know you’ll always love her but you need to keep living/going,”

A/N: Just wanted to apologize for taking so long to deliver this request, I’ve just been very busy with life that I stopped writing for a while but I’m so excited and happy that I got to finish this Fic!! Another reason why I took long to finish this was because I was trying to add as much details as I can before I published it, and with that being said I really hope y’all like this!! 💚✨

Requested by @vegetarianmonster

->Takes place right after {2.08} <-

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Summary: Losing his wife caused nothing but pain, anger and lost, however, it also made Butcher realize a couple things.

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Mention of Death, Hurt, Comfort, love confessions, Fluff.

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Enjoy! ✨

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“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’ve had worse don’t worry,” (Y/n) softly grunts as she lowers her shirt, hiding the bandages around her torso,

M.M scoffs as he puts away the medical supplies, “Fine. Just don’t be hollerin’ me when you start coughin’ up blood,”

(Y/n) carefully chuckles at the man. She knew he didn’t mean it, he cared far too much to let her die from.. anything really.

Sitting on the trunk, legs dangling in the air, (Y/n) let’s out an exhausted sigh as she clutches her side. The day has been truly fucked and extremely long. The air around them was still tense, everyone felt it and everyone was affected by it. It was worse coming back in the car, dead silence engulfed the small space, felt as if one small simple noise would trigger the awaiting burning flame.

Once they had arrived to the park, everyone couldn’t be more eager to get off the car and breathe freely, yet it still felt like everyone was walking on egg shells.

“What a fucking day,” She whispers to herself, earning an agreement noise from the man beside her,

“He’ll never outlive it,” M.M comments, but continues with, “At least not on his own,”

(Y/n) shakes her head in disbelief, “Who would? You can’t just pretend..— you shouldn’t,”

“He will,” That had her looking over to the man, they give each other a knowing look before she slowly nods her head along with a soft ‘yeah’.

Silence settles between them once again, birds chirping, cars honking in the distance, and trees swaying from the wind is only heard around them. ‘Don’t do it. He won’t want it, he’ll push you away just like he did the first time. Let him grieve alone, in his own way, his own pace’. The voices argue in her head as she thinks about it. A part of her knows it’s a terrible idea, but another part fears of leaving him alone to soak it all in by himself. Knowing from experience, (Y/n) knows it’s dangerous to accept the feelings alone, nothing good will ever come out of it.

Knowing too well that her mind is all made up, she carefully hops off the trunk, slightly groaning when pain shoots up her right side. With a hand holding on to her wound, she slowly makes her way across the field, ignoring the way M.M is eyeing her as she walks away, but not bothering to protest or stop her from her plan. He knew too well it would be no use with her, but he also knew it’s what he needed.

It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to reach them. But not wanting to disturb the grieving pair, she stood leaning against a tree trunk. Keeping her distance. Ray-ban shades on her face and cigarette between her lips, she watches them both.

From where she stood she can see Butcher and the kid sitting next to each other on the grass, looking out towards the lake of the park, both silent as they most likely replay the devastating memory.

Guilt settles heavily on (Y/n’s) chest as she watched them both, staring out to the lake with a sadden, pained, glazed look on their faces. Oh how much she wished she could have done better, fought harder, but there was only so much she could do, she was human after all. Going up against a hundred year old supercharged Supe with immunity towards bullets did not cut it, and it was moments like that-that had (Y/n) second guessing on her normality. She knew, if she had the V in her system she’d be able to fight against Stormfront and give them time to make it out. She would have made it out if things were just.. different. If (Y/n) was different.

(Y/n) is brought out of her thoughts the same time Butcher begins to pull on his necklace, and to her surprise watches as he gently slips it over the kids head. The sight alone tugged on the girls heart. Billy Butcher may be a complete maniac, mess, asshole, scoundrel human being, but he still has a heart. Yes, it has been ripped to shreds numerous times, printed with anger, hate, and violence, but at the end of the day.. that same torn up heart—that is barely hanging on, still shows a glimpse of light. He may not see it, but she can. And it’s enough for her to work with, gives her some hope that he is still worth fixing, or at least to put back together.

The sound of tires rolling on gravel and sounds of doors shutting breaks her focus from the pair. Straight ahead was Mallory and her guards, just as the Deputy Director makes her way over, Butcher and the kid get up from the ground. (Y/n) remains in her spot, quietly watching as they make their way towards the SUV’s and nodding at her boss when greeted. As the brute man gives his farewells to the kid, (Y/n) takes another hit of her cigarette before squishing it against the bark of the tree and turning around to head up the hill.

She’s lingered long enough, least she can do is give them the space to say goodbye. ‘Was it a goodbye?’ She thinks to herself. ‘Or will the kid be around every once and a while from now on?’ Who knew, whatever Mallory has planned for the kid, (Y/n) knows he’ll be in good hands. She just hopes whatever Mallory did plan on doing with him will be a great benefit for him and everyone else, the kid has been through so much already. He should—deserves, to know the whole truth about anything and everything that will occur in his life from now on. He’s been lied to almost his entire childhood— for the right reasons obviously— but now it’s time for the truth, and only the truth. He’s seen already with his own eyes how the real world is, painfully, but it’ll shape him up to be a better person than his father will ever be. Not that he’ll ever have to prove himself to anyone, but he’ll know as he continues to grow, that he can and will become a better person. With the love and education that Becca taught him, it’ll guide him through the right path.

As (Y/n) made it back up the hill, Frenchie and Kimiko were climbing back into the car. Getting closer M.M approaches her, slipping his shades on his face.

“Our names are clear. We’re heading back to the shop to pack up, gonna tag along?” He motions his head to the vehicle behind him,

Oh how good it felt to hear those words. Not that her time with The Boys has been an adventure, an exhausting, traumatic adventure, but she sure misses her actual bed.

Glancing over her shoulder, (Y/n) debates whether or not she should stay, but eventually turns back towards M.M, giving him a short nod about joining them. Even if her skin crawled at the thought of leaving him alone during times like this, she knows it’s best to give him space, as much as she fought the urge of walking back down the hill to embrace him in her small frame, she knows him too well. He’d only brush her off, leave her in the forest without a word and will most likely disappear from her life. Again. So, to save her from the pain, she gave him the space he needs right now, even if she knew it was total bullshit, but she humored him and respected his choice. For now.

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“You good from here?” M.M’s voice settles behind her as she shoves the last piece of clothing into her duffle,

She glances over her shoulder, nodding at the man standing in the entrance of her so-called room.

Which really was just a divider separating her space from the rest of the basement, and only having a curtain as a door. Her bed, well, sofa bed, was up against the wall on the right, a 30x12 5-shelf muscle steel rack on the left to keep her clothes and a wooden crate by her bed that had a lava lamp for a light, which was a gift from Hughie, is all she really had in her space. Along with her Beretta M9 by her head and Winchester 1897 by the shelf. Wasn’t much.. like at all, but she didn’t need anything else, she wasn’t exactly living in a dorm room to have anything else.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m good,” She sends him a small smile before sitting down on her bed with a sigh,

It had been an hour or so since she left him alone in the park and he still hasn’t showed up, nor has he reached out for.. honestly anything, anyone, and she couldn’t not help thinking about him. She worried about him, worried he’d do something stupid, per usual, but worried he’ll do anything that’ll put his life in danger right before disappearing into the wind, leaving her again. Even if she already had a gut feeling that’s exactly he’s planning on doing, she just wanted to be able to see him one last time before he leaves. For good this time. Maybe even.. let him know the truth. If it really was it this time, really was a goodbye, then she’d want him to know the truth.

“Hey,” M.M softly calls her, watching her every movement and reading her thoughts just by looking at her face, “Don’t waste your time waiting on him,”

(Y/n) let’s out a small sigh through her nose as she closes her eyes. He was right. She knew he was right, and she also knew deep down that she’d leave at some point.

“And as much as Butcher is.. Butcher, he wouldn’t want you to either,” (Y/n) slowly nods her head, fingers fiddling with the zipper on her duffle,

“Yeah… yeah I know,” At her last words she spares a glance at him with a faint smile on her lips before looking back down at her duffle,

M.M watches her in silence for another couple of seconds, observing her form, watching as she tugs on a splash of dried paint on her duffle, then let’s a small smile tug on his lips.

They’ll both be fine. Eventually. He strongly believes they will, mostly because both pair are scary similar to one another and knows both pair need each other, they’re each other’s anchor, just like Hughie is Butcher’s canary, he knew the same rules applied when it came to (Y/n) being his anchor and vice versa.

“Just don’t be a stranger kid,” M.M comments once again, bringing a wide sincere smile on her lips this time,

(Y/n) looks over at him again, smile still plastered when she turns around, walking towards the lava lamp. Hughie wouldn’t mind, she thinks to herself as she unplugs it from the wall.

“Here, give it to your little one,” M.M only holds out his hand with a shake of his head,

“Keep it. You’ll give it to her yourself, her birthday is in a month,” (Y/n) drops her gaze down with a shy smile, feeling warmth in her chest at the small invitation,

Nodding her head she steps towards him to embrace him in her arms, which he accepts by draping his own large frame around her.

“Drive safe,” She mumbles against his shirt before pulling away,

He nods, “Only if you will,”

With that he leaves her corner. From where she stood, she watches him grab his own duffle bag along with a stuffed penguin in his hands. She doesn’t ever remember him getting the plushie, but that doesn’t remove the soft smile from her lips. Once he walks up the stairs, hears the basement door close shut (Y/n) let’s out an exhausted sigh as she zips up her bag. Grabbing her Beretta from the bed and placing it behind her pants, she grabs her rifle and duffle bag before walking out her room.

“Mon ami,” That lovely accent makes her turn, seeing Frenchie walking towards her with a small smile,

She smiles back, placing her duffle on the couch and slinging her rifle across her chest before embracing him in a firm hug.

“Tu fais attention mon ami,”

She nod her head, hugging him a bit harder, “You too Frenchie. Both of you,” She said it directly at them both once she saw Kimiko walking out of her own room,

After letting go of the Frenchman, Kimiko immediately braces her into her small warmth. Wrapping her arms around her waist as (Y/n) wraps her own arms around her frame, rocking them too as they enjoy their farewells, feeling her smile widen when she hears her soft chuckle. As she pulls back she begins talking to (Y/n) in her own way, she wasn’t as good as Frenchie is to understand her language, but she did learn a couple things, as well pick up a few swear words from her.

‘I will miss you. You will always be my friend. My family’

The last word has her chest warming up, as well as feeling a couple tears building behind her eyes.

“You’ll always be my family too,” She tells her before embracing her in her arms once again,

“Take care of this one for us okay?” She asks her after pulling away, which she nods with a wide smile as she looks over at Frenchie,

She smiles at them both, feeling her heart tug when Frenchie wraps an arm around her small shoulders. They’ll be okay. She think to herself. Giving them a wave goodbye, she turns around, grabs her bag from the couch and head towards the stairs, but once she hit the third step she turns around once again to give them another farewell before climbing the rest of the stairs. Walking down the pawn shop she waves goodbye at Aziz, the owner behind the counter, which happens to be an elder man with light caramel skin, with a grey mustache and grey trimmed hair underneath a black Irish flat cap. He is a very kind, friendly, humorous, elderly man who went beyond the line in accepting to keep them all hidden underneath his pawn shop. Turned out he has known Frenchie much more longer then she knew and even offered him the basement to start his little operation, which if you thought about it, he sounded a lot more dangerous than he looks.

After bidding her farewells with Aziz and promising him she’d visit every once and a while with small gifts, she left the shop. Walking down the walkway with her duffle hanging on one shoulder and rifle sling across her chest she makes her way towards the small alley where her car awaits. However, as soon as she turns the corner she sees the one and only Mallory leaning against her car, cigarette in between her lips, black shades on her face. With a black SUV waiting in the distance not too far from her.

(Y/n) already had a itching feeling on why she was there, waiting for her against her car, and a part of her wished she was wrong, but knew she wasn’t.

“What are you doing here?” She asks once she’s within reach,

Mallory exhales the tobacco with a heavy sigh, “Don’t wanna take your time away, just came to offer you about a proposition and I’ll be on my way,”

No, leave. Tell her no. Is the voice that kept playing in her mind, but of course (Y/n’s) heart went ahead and decided for her. Nodding her head for the woman to continue, (Y/n) unlocks her trunk to toss her stuff inside while she listens.

“Putting together a team, off books with the support of Newman to keep tabs of the Supes,” Mallory watches her very carefully, she may not have shown curiosity through her body, but Mallory can read her like a goddamn book and knew she was interested,

“What did Butcher say?” (Y/n) asks instead, knowing too well she had offer him the same idea first,

Even if a part of her was wondering if he had taken the job or if he declined it. She was hoping he did.

“Didn’t say. But you and I both know what he’s planning on doing,” Yes she did, he’s running away, disappearing off to god knows where,

(Y/n) shuts the trunk close in silence, lost in thought about Butcher, about the offer, why she should take it, why she should leave it, why she should just disappear as well, why she should just grow up and face reality, there’s nothing for her to run away from. Her heart was there in New York and in what she was trained to do, her heart knew what it wanted, what it craved. Who it needed.

“Think about it. You have my number, give me a call when you decided, or don’t.” Mallory says after a minute of silence and begins walking towards the SUV that was slowly meeting her halfway,

However, right before she climbs into the backseat she turns to her again, “I could really use your help (Y/n),” She says sincerely before climbing into the truck,

She watches the SUV drive away then leans against her car, thinking about the offer, weighing the cons and pros, but knew it was pointless when her heart had already made the decision for her.

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(Y/n) stops right in the entrance of her doorway, observing every inch of the place that was once home, observing how much of a mess those fuckers made when they raided her apartment. Literally looks like a full blown war erupted in her living room, the couch was flipped upside down, books, papers, glass scattered throughout the floor, her t.v smashed in and on the ground as well. Table lamps thrown across the room, what is that cereal? Jesus even that was also scattered on the floor, if the living room looked like shit she sure as hell knows the rest of the rooms aren’t any prettier.

With an exhausted sigh, she tosses her duffle to the side, places her rifle against the wall, shuts the door, then stands still for a couple seconds before picking up the first item off the floor, and that’s how she spends half her night, cleaning the living room and kitchen as much as she can. By time she was semi done with the living room it had already hit 10:30 pm, she didn’t know—she didn’t want to know how long she spent cleaning but better than to do it tomorrow morning.

She was in the middle of sweeping the ground when a knock is heard at her door. Placing the broom against the couch, which she had flipped back to its original state, she wipes her hands on her jeans and walks towards the door. One hand reaching for the knob while the other reached behind to grip on to her gun, a habit she had but now these days she never knows. Slightly creaking the door open she peeks through the crack, feeling her face and hand relaxing when she sees who’s standing at her door.

“Postmates,” Butcher greets with his small smirk and raises a bag of food, her food that she had ordered 20 minutes ago,

With a soft sigh she opens her door wider and steps aside for him to enter, which he does so gradually with that same small little smirk on his lips.

“How d’you find me?” She asks after shutting the door,

Butcher, who was observing her apartment for the first time, bends down to pick up the broom that apparently had fallen on the floor before speaking, “Still got yor phone linked to that find yor shithead friends app,”

Shit. She had forgotten about that, but honestly didn’t regret leaving it on, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten here.

Without another word, or even waiting for her response, Butcher places the broom against the wall before making his way inside the kitchen. Where he begins to unload her food on the island table. Just as she makes her presence appear by the door frame, Butcher extends a black plastic fork her way without looking up, but does so after a while of having his arm in the air. Hazel eyes lock with (E/c) orbs staring at him, observing him.

From her point of view she can still see dirt stains on his face, hair tussled on top of his head, coat stained with dirt and mud, then notices how his left hand—his knuckles were still bandaged up. But what she first gathered was the exhaustion, the pain, the defeat written on his face. She’s seen exhaustion on him, she’s seen the pain, but not once has she seen him with such defeat.

Billy Butcher is a man driven by anger, violence, determination. So seeing him give up in life, was painful for (Y/n). She hated seeing him this way, she hated how much he’s been through, she hated how much he’s lost throughout the years she’s known him, and she just hated she couldn’t comfort him in the way she wanted to comfort him. Not that he’d allowed her anyway. It just wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t be appropriate, not after losing his wife. So instead of saying anything that’ll only add on to the tension around them, she quietly walks towards him and takes the fork from in between his fingers before sitting down on the table.

“Want some?” She asks him, opening a takeaway box of chow mein, having a knowingly feeling he hasn’t ate,

Butcher shakes his head as he leans his hands on the table, catches the moment where she rolls her eyes as she pours a good amount of noddles on a plate before sliding the takeaway box at him. Tired eyes glance down at the medium size box in between his arms, then softly chuckles as he grabs a fork of his own before grabbing some noddles of his own. After both of them had a good portion of food on their plates, they both sat, well more like (Y/n) sat and Butcher stood across from her, and quietly enjoyed their dinner. More like breakfast, lunch and dinner. (Y/n) doesn’t even remember if she had ate or not, it’s been that long of a fucking day.

“Mallory talk to you?” Butcher asks after a while of silence, fingers tracing the brand sticker of his beer bottle,

You hadn’t even noticed when you stopped eating until he had spoken out. Apparently you had finished eating ten minutes ago and have been twirling some leftover noddles with your fork, awhile lost in thought. Thinking about the tragic day that had occurred, about the offer that you yet still have let Mallory know your decision, and of course thinking about what will happened once Butcher leaves your apartment. Well you know, but what you don’t know is how things will be left between you too.

Glancing up from her nearly empty plate, (Y/n) meets with tired hazel orbs observing her. Without saying anything she only nods her head, carefully watching for his reaction. Which he only stares at her for a couple seconds before inhaling deeply through his nose and nods.

“As she should. She needs skills like yors,” Is all he says as he takes the swig of his beer and gently places it beside him,

(Y/n) debates on her response, knowing too well what his answer would be, but states it either way.

“Same to you,” She watches as his eyes have randomly found her table interesting, then catches a very, very faint smile tugging on his lips,

He slowly shakes his head, “Nah. She’s ‘ad enough,” He stays quiet for a good minute before continuing with, “Fink it’s finally time to go off grid.. ‘ad enough o’ this life,”

His words punch a whole in her heart, she was expecting them sooner rather than later, but it still stung like a bitch. Having him say them out loud made everything too real, made it seem as if time was honestly slipping away, made it seem as if her world just got much more darker.

“Tell you the bloody truth… I’m tired. Just.. fuckin’ tired,” Butcher remained staring down at the table, hands now clasped together,

Again, she hasn’t seen him this defeated, this lost, and she hated seeing him this way. She couldn’t blame him, she couldn’t tell him not to feel this way, it just wasn’t possible. Not now anyways. Seeing him giving up right in front of her left a bad sour feeling in her stomach, she’s seen him at his lowest back when they had gotten back from the military, and it was the same look he had on right now. However, she knew it was worse. Much worse.

If the war they both fought alongside didn’t fuck him over like it had done to her, then she’s certain losing his wife right in front of him sure did. It was the last stitch that had him together, and now with Becca gone, that last piece of string had finally given its last strength to hold every emotion Butcher had stored inside. Now Butcher isn’t like any other civilian who’s emotions have been broken free, no, Butcher was like a volcano combined with a nuclear bomb. Now that his emotions have been set free from its confinements, the brute man was literally a burning volcano ready to erupt at the slightest thing.

However, what worried (Y/n) the most was his mentality. His plan to end the pain, the loneliness, the disappointment, the loss, the guilt, everything that was possibly weighing on his chest she worried he’d use a bullet to end it all once he was alone. That was her fear. So, the least she can try and do is get him to change his mind, even if she knows trying to convince him is like trying to convince a bull he does not have to ram into everything and everyone that steps in his way. But she’ll try regardless, because she loves and cares for him far too much not to.

“Listen to me Billy..,” She calls him by his first name, which she rarely does and immediately causes the Brit’s eyes to meet her own as she continues, “I know you’ll always love her.. but you need to keep going,”

She stays quiet for a second then adds with a shaken tone, “Billy.. I need you to keep going… because I can’t live in a world knowing you won’t be in it,”

Panic begins to rise in her chest when she realizes what she had said. Practically admitted in front of him. She can’t exactly back track her words, can’t exactly cover them with something else, she had already said them out loud. For him to hear. Might as well right?

“I just can’t live without you Butcher. I lost you once.. please don’t make me lose you again.” She claims the truth, referring to the time when Butcher had went awol when the group had broken up the first time,

She never heard from him again. It hurt her, it broke her when she knew he wasn’t coming back, until he did and it was then that all her emotions she had once felt for the British man had came crashing down on her once again. And now, she was laying them all out on the table, right in front of him.

When she had finished ranting her feelings towards the man, she finally averts her eyes from her plate that have been staring at the same noddle as all the words were pouring out from her, and settles them with hazel ones. Who were staring at her with an unreadable expression, not making the heaviness in her chest any better, in fact it only made it worse. As Butcher quietly stayed staring at her, not moving a muscle, (Y/n) thought she had ruined things, made them worse by blabbering her goddamn feelings to a man who had just lost his wife.

Nice going idiot. She curses at herself, not being— not wanting to look up at his eyes, fearing she’ll see disgust or disappointment. So, instead she closes her eyes with a shake of her head as if telling him to forget everything that had been said, and stands from her chair to walk out the kitchen. However, before she can step a foot away from the table she feels a large hand gripping onto her wrist and pulling before feeling a pair of rough lips clashing with her own, then feeling a hand settle softly on her cheek.

“Is this your way of saying goodbye?” She whispers against his lips as she breaks the kiss,

He stays quiet for a couple seconds before replying with, “It were.. if me plan went to shit,” Then continues with, “As much I luv Becca I know ‘ave to keep movin’ forward.. but that’s only if yer’re by me side,”

She furrows her brows, not quite understanding where all of these confessions are coming from. She never did think he’d feel the same way about her, considering all he ever wanted was to get revenge for her, then save her after finding out she’s alive. His main focus and priority was Becca. His wife. So of course she’s a little confuse at the moment.

“W-What?” Is all she’s able to say,

Butcher softly sighs through his nose, letting his thumb rub soothing circles against her cheek as he stares straight into her eyes.

“I didn’t realize it or maybe I were just bein’ a cunt and afraid to admit it but.. it’s always been you, (Y/n).” He softly whispers and continues with, “After.. after that night with Becca.. I’ve realized that I’ll I wanted was you. But like always I’ve kept it ‘idden and went on with the bleedin’ day,”

He’s in shock still. He’s not sure what he’s saying. She kept telling herself. Which was understandable for someone to lose someone close to them, so all she did was gently grab his hand that was still on her cheek and shook her head.

“Butcher, you’re not sure—,”

“I fuckin’ know wot I want,” He interrupts her, grabbing both sides of her face now and itches closer to bee, lips ghosting hers as he speaks once again, “So please tell me.. that you feel sumfink, uvverwise I’ll walk out-,”

He wasn’t able to finish his words considering she latched her lips with his. Both of them melt against one another from relief as they deepen the kiss. The hand that was gripping onto the labels of his jacket was now making its way towards his bearded jaw, where her fingers gently tug on his beard before making their way into his hair at the nape of his neck, and tug firmly. She wasn’t sure if she or him let out a shuddering breath, but neither of them cared, all they were focused on was each other’s lips, warmth. Although, she was sure that in between kisses it began tasting a bit salty, and knew right away Butcher was crying. Causing her to kiss him much firmer and hold him tightly against her body.

“I’m with you,” She says in between kisses and feeling his hold on her waist get firmer as he tries pulling her closer to his chest and buries his face in the crook of her neck,

Tears silently rolled down his face, she knew this because every now and then he’d let out a hot shuddering breath against her neck, awhile sometimes rubbing his cheek against her skin causing him to smear the tears. But she didn’t care, she allowed him to cry silently, allowed him to hug her in a death grip, allowed him to peck kisses on her neck, because she was hugging him with the same grip while promising him she’s here with him. That things will get better because she’ll be there with him.

They remained in that position in the kitchen for another good 10 minutes before (Y/n) guides him towards the living room by the hand. Where they both laid in each other’s arms in silence, giving each other kisses every once and a while until Butcher began dozing off by her fingers lazily drawing circles on his chest. It wasn’t long until he finally fell asleep, hearing her last words ring in his ears, sending him in a safe, peaceful sleep.

“I’m always with you Billy,”

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if you fetishize mlm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; light fluff, light angst with bruce wayne

warnings ; male!reader, beating up, blood, bruising, some humour, i need to work on my writing a bit—i don't put enough detail rip

note ; i feel like it was a bit out of character seeing as how i didn't expand on how bruce would feel like it's too dangerous for s/o and bruce to be together, but then again it's fan fiction ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

words ; 1.5k+

⊱ ────── {⋅.on the street - good morning.⋅} ────── ⊰

You chuckled underneath your perspiring breath, your elbows using the railing as leverage as you gave yourself some well-needed rest after the fight.

It was maybe around midnight, you were exhausted and bruce was stiff, standing next to you. As usual, he had that strange look on his face that almost resembled one of someone who had left the stove on and just realized—yet he was just standing there.

"Gotham city, saved again." You spoke with withering sarcasm, eyes darting over to Bruce's bruised knuckles with a small wince. "Y- you need help with that?" you got off the railing and offered a hand, reaching into one of the many pockets in your utility vest for some gauze and disinfectant.

He waved you off, stepping away from you with his heavy shoes against the green tinted and wet floor. "We can do this back at the cave, we should get out of here."

You felt guilty; not for being swatted away by the man whom you've pined over for months, but for feeling mad at him for it. "Y- yeah, you're right." You dropped your arm and put away the supplies, stuffing your sore hands into your pockets.

Curiously, yet cautiously, you glanced at him, trying to read his expression underneath his cowl—he either didn't notice you, or was aware but indifferent to your gaze. However, it did get uncomfortable.

"You go on ahead, I need to..." He paused. "I need to be alone... for a bit."

You frowned, realizing something he may have realized years ago; he's been alone by choice for a while, hasn't he? Despite the slight feeling in your heart that you may never be as close to him as you wish to be, you respected his wishes nonetheless, and left the station to head back.

On your way back, your frown seemed to worse as you wondered if Bruce's responses had been getting more robotic in nature. 'Maybe I've disappointed him somehow?' That idea alone had caused you to stumble and nearly fall to your death from a cliff above Gotham's skyline. With a pause and a shake of your head, you snapped out of it and focused your mind on getting back to the manor; hoping Bruce had already gotten back to the manor safely. He did look upset.

A couple lengthy swings and a small jog into a maze-like tunnel later, you finally made it to the bat cave. Although slightly out of breath from the way there, you seemed to light right back up the moment you saw Bruce standing there with his cowl off, messy matted hair standing up in every direction possible. It made him look beautiful.

Perhaps you were the odd duck for thinking his afterglow of beating a group of men up was beautiful, but— oh, never mind he's taking his armour off, and suddenly you feel very justified.

You had to bite back a giddy smile as the man before you turned around, revealing his painted face, which always seemed to have an expression of disgruntlement. As if 24/7, he was just constantly constipated. Even so, you've grown to like his face; despite seeing it covered by a cowl half the time.

"What took you so long?" Was the first thing he said to your face that seemed to drop a little. "Ah... You know, traffic, birds in the sky and whatnot." You gave a lopsided smile, hand raising up to scratch the bridge of your nose; something you always did when you lied. A habit you didn't know Bruce had taken note of during the period of time of knowing you.

Rationality seemed to knock on the gates of your brain too late, as you let yourself lie for no big reason, you just didn't want Bruce to know he was the reason you took longer than usual.

His eyebrow twitched but nothing was heard except for a small noise of doubtful acknowledgement and the turn of his head back to the screen in front of him. "Come here," he beckoned you over, moving to the side as you approached the table with gadgets and notes scattered everywhere. Eyes narrowing on the red tinted focalized image of a tattoo on one of the men you both had fought.

"Does this logo look familiar to you?" he pointed at the dark ink of the goon's arm. You hummed, uncertainly, trying to think of where you recognized that logo from. "Yeah, but I can't pinpoint where I know it from... You think it's something to be worried about?" You faced the bat in thought, to which he met your stare with his dimmed ones. "No... at least not yet."

He paused, seemingly lost in thought before he broke out of it the moment he saw your footsore, yet smiling face. "He looks tired." A thought followed by a twinge of guilt shot through him like a dart as he realized he may be keeping you from your bed.

With a quick stretch and a sigh, he broke the short silence with his voice as soft as sidewalk chalk. "You should get some rest... S/o."

You nodded, turning to leave before unknowingly letting your eyes fall to his hands; a bruised one being cradled by the other. "Oh right," your eyes lit up in realization as you fished through your pocket for the small med kit, walking into Bruce's personal bubble to reach for his bloody hand with one hand and med kit in the other.

Bruce suppressed the pain of his hand moving into yours with a sharp inhale, "I can do it mysel-" You interrupted him, "I know you can do it yourself, Bruce. You've done so much by yourself, just let me bandage up your hand? Please?" You pleaded, awaiting his answer despite already having your mind fixed on his hand anyway.

With his lips pursed, and a small nod, he let you sit him down and fix his hand up for him. "It's not much to fret over, S/o. Plus... You should've seen the other guy." You failed to stifle a laugh, "I did. His face was more broken than my humour." You stole a glance of his face to see if he had given you even the mercy of a smile to your joke, flushing when you were met with a little lop-sided grin.

"Hey, about earlier when we were in that alleyway, um, what was that about?" You had a rough idea of what he may be brooding about, but you wanted to hear it from him. His eyes flickered up at you, before settling back onto the gauze used to wrap his hand.

He bit his lip, unsure if it was really worth expanding on. "It was just about what you said... 'Gotham saved again'; I wonder if things will change for the better, or if… I even want it to change." Not knowing why, Bruce seemed hesitant to look at you.

You had to muffle your surprise at Bruce sharing his feelings with you, subsequently giving him a little pat on his hand for assurance. With the raise of your eyebrows and the tilt of your head, you settled for encouragement; but even so, at that moment you really did mean it. "Gotham will change. I'm sure of it; because it has you to protect it."

In a timely manner, Bruce's hand was all cleaned and wrapped up, tied with a little bow and a small buzz light year sticker, a little speech bubble above his head saying, 'You're my entire galaxy!'

"What's this for?" He looked up at you, unable to take even the sweetest of hints. "Well, I was going to settle for a kiss, but I felt like that would've been too much." You said in a half-joking tone, giving yourself an exit route in case he takes it the wrong way.

For a second there was an unreadable look on his face, eyes following your every move, studying your expression and body language before he rose from his seat. The colour seemed to drain out of yours as he wordlessly took his hand out of yours, lips sealed— you had no idea what he could possibly be thinking, but even before the ever-present that was a rare occurrence.

Taking his actions the wrong way, you backed out of his space, ready to leave and shoot yourself to mars, only to be pulled back forward by your chin. With his thumb grazing your cheekbone, and his gentle eyes grazing your features, you only seemed to get more terrified of him; this was frightfully out of character yet not a single bone in your body was protesting.

There was a second of hesitation, a second where he realized he wouldn't really know what would happen after he kissed you. The truth was, there was an entire future of uncertainty and danger ahead of you both… but even so— "Bruce-" He couldn't help himself.

"Mmph!" Wide-eyed at the sudden sensation on your lips, you struggled to find the composure within you as your hands awkwardly hovered around him, shakily settling on the nape of his neck.

He pulled away after a while; funny how he was more out of breath when it comes to a kiss from you rather than an actual fight with 28 grown men. "Well, now we have the best of both worlds."

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