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thugpugs4lrh · 3 days
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little!matt having a panic attack during a podcast and cg!reader helping calm him down maybe?
Relax, Baby
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Summary: Anxiety can be really, really hard, but with your help, Matt knows he'll always be okay<3
Pairing: Little!Matt x gender neutral and caregiver!reader
Warnings: Panic attack
Word Count: 894
A/N: As always, age regression is a nonsexual and innocent coping mechanism. Also, I am not saying or assuming this is how Matt is irl. It's fiction. If you don't like it, don't read it :) Enjoy!
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Anxiety and panic attacks had been a struggle in Matt’s life for quite some time now. He always thought too much about how people felt about him and how he was perceived, which would usually lead to him having a rather bad panic attack. You had known this going into your relationship with the boy, and together, you two had worked to find a solution that would help him heal and calm down.
When you had first suggested the idea of age regression to Matt, he had heavily refused, insisting that he didn’t need to be babied. With some gentle coaxing, you had gotten him to just try it, only for Matt to realize just how much regressing helped. Allowing someone else to take the reins for a bit, while he went back to a peaceful, childlike state, was like a breath of fresh air. Whenever he slipped into littlespace, Matt could feel the tension leaving his body, especially when he cuddled up with you. But littles were people with big emotions, and on days like today, those emotions took over everything else. 
The triplets were getting ready to film a new episode for Cut the Camera, and Matt was less than excited. Nick and Chris had been getting on his nerves all morning, calling him things like ‘Miserable Matt’ and ‘Mumble Matt’. Normally, this wouldn’t really bother him and he’d just make a joke back, but today, he’d been feeling extra anxious since the moment he’d woken up. Matt sat in his chair in front of the mic, fiddling with the stuffed flamingo he kept there for comfort. His mind was anywhere but the episode; instead, he was thinking about you upstairs in your cozy, shared bedroom. You had been disinfecting his stuffed animals when he came downstairs to film, and all he wanted was to be cuddled up in your arms again, covered up with his woodland animals blanket, paci in his mouth, and Mr. Wrinkleton in his hand. 
“God, Matt,” Nick interjected. “Are you even paying attention?”
Matt flushed scarlet, his ears and cheeks going red. “Um…what was the question?” he asked quietly, biting at his cuticles. 
“Kid can’t even remember the question,” Chris rolled his eyes. “Too busy being ‘Miserable Matt’ to pay attention.”
“I’m not being miserable,” Matt huffed. “I was just thinking.”
“About your significant other treating you like a fucking baby? Don’t think we haven’t noticed.” Chris bit back. 
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Matt hastily pushed his chair back, already sobbing and struggling to breathe. He had been on the verge of panic all morning, and now that Chris had spewed his deepest secret on camera, there was no going back. The brunette ran up the stairs, trying not to hyperventilate as he burst through the bedroom door. You looked up from the desk where you were working, glancing at Matt’s huddled form on the bed, his body shaking with tears. 
“Honey, what’s wrong? I thought you guys were filming?” You asked, checking the time on your phone as you rushed to Matt’s side. 
Matt just sobbed, his wails ricocheting around the room. His hands had moved to tangle in his hair as he hyperventilated, eyes wide with panic. You could see it in Matt’s glazed over eyes that he wasn’t fully ‘there’, whether that be from the panic or from slipping into littlespace. Either way, you knew you had to help him. You gently removed Matt’s hands from his hair as he wailed, holding them softly. 
“Matt. You are panicking. You need to breathe,” You instructed, placing one of his hands on your chest. “In for four, out for four. Copy me.”
Matt tried his best to copy you, and his cries slowly reduced to little sniffles and hiccups as he latched onto you, thumb migrating to his mouth. “Hate Chris. Hate him.” he mumbled, suckling on his thumb as his babyspace lisp made an appearance. 
“Oh sweetheart,” You cooed sadly. “Is that what’s got you so upset?”
Your boy sniffled again, laying his head down on your shoulder. “Feels sicky.”
You pouted, knowing that Matt tended to get nauseous during and after a panic attack, and especially after a fight with his brothers. You didn’t ask what had gone on between him and Chris for fear of upsetting, but you knew the conversation would need to happen eventually. You just moved towards the bed, laying down with Matt and tucking him in next to you. You handed him his water bottle and Mr. Wrinkleton off the nightstand, watching for any signs of another impending panic attack. 
“Can you drink some water, baby? Just a little?”
Matt nodded, taking a few small sips, before cuddling up with his stuffed animal. A great yawn escaped his mouth as you handed him his blue, decorated pacifier that read ‘Baby Boy’ on it. It wasn’t long before your boy was cuddled into your side, snoring softly while clutching his stuffie and suckling away on his pacifier. You knew that you would have to find out what Chris had done in order to make Matt so upset, but for now, you just focused on cuddling the sleeping baby beside you.
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zephyrchama · 2 days
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Living together in a big house with one (main) (shared) bathroom means that mornings can be tough.
When you first arrived at the House of Lamentation, it was hard to fit in. It was really hard to get into the bathroom in the mornings and fight six demons for use of the sink. If more than two others were in there at the same time, they practically formed a living wall that blocked you out, forcing you to wake up extremely early or risk being late for school.
That got better over time though. You gradually managed to fit into the house's morning routine.
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Lucifer has his morning routine down to an exact science. Usually he's fully dressed and has his hair brushed before leaving the bedroom. He might be running on pure muscle memory though - one time you handed him a warm washcloth for his face and he just stared at it in confusion for several seconds with a furrowed brow. He has no problems getting it himself, but this break in routine gave him pause. It took Lucifer a moment to realize what it was and to thank you.
If you get the chance to eat breakfast together, Lucifer likes to ask about your day. "What do you have planned? Remember, we have that meeting at five. Did you prepare for the ancient hex exam?" He might slide a bit of his food onto your plate before he goes, a way of returning the pleasant energy boost you always provide for him.
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Mammon can hustle. Which means that Mammon can get up early if it benefits him in some way. A part time job, an early bird discount, a chance to slip past Lucifer's defenses and borrow some cash.
That doesn't mean it's easy. Waking up takes some serious effort. Mammon will stumble into the bathroom to do his business first thing in the morning, yawning with his eyes half closed and tugging up whatever pants he just tossed on for modesty.
The tsundere part of his brain takes a few minutes to kick in if he's just woken up. If he spots you, Mammon will demand a good morning hug and wrap his arms around you, deaf to your cries of "Mammon! Go wash your hands before you touch me!"
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Leviathan is always groaning in the morning. He's probably not aware of it. He's probably muttering complaints but is too tired to actually speak the words properly. His blankets are always a tangled mess, wrapped unevenly around his feet and contorted around his body, but Leviathan can easily Houdini his way out of them when it's time to get up. If there's no event or livestream to wake up early for, he'll sleep in for as long as he can before starting the day with a nice shower.
He finds warm running water to feel so pleasant and you can often find Leviathan spacing out next to the faucet. He'll greet you with a sleepy "ah, morning," and accidentally splash you in an attempt to wave his hand. The embarrassment and slight panic from getting you a towel to dry off with is usually enough to properly wake him up, and he sheepishly exits the bathroom and guards the door until you've finished changing into dry clothes.
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Satan can hardly even put his shirt on properly when fully awake.
The man's a sleepy mess when he tries to get dressed in the morning. He'll stay up all night to finish a book he's invested in, then stumble out of his room "ready to go" when it's time for breakfast. His pants are unzipped and the button is coming undone. He's only got one sleeve on and it's on the wrong arm, or the buttons on his shirt are all misaligned and half have been skipped over.
He doesn't protest anymore when you tidy him up. Some mornings he'll doze off while you straighten his tie and fall forward into you, then try to play it off as a hug. Satan doesn't want to let go though, you feel so much warmer on a chilly morning.
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Asmodeus is a rare morning riser. Too much sleep is bad for the skin, he claims. If he has trouble getting up, he'll either go soak in his private tub for energy or seek you out.
"You have to hear what happened last night," he'll say, strolling into your room while there's still ten minutes left on your alarm. He sits on the edge of your bed, and if you try falling back asleep he pulls you up into a sitting position. "Listen to this, you won't believe it!"
Asmodeus isn't afraid to get touchy if it means you'll wake up faster and he gets your attention. He'll sit you in his lap, or press you against his side, or run his hands down your face and squish your cheeks with a mischievous smile.
When the main bathroom is too crowded to use you're free to borrow his, with the caveat he gets to style you for the day and you might be late when he gets overzealous.
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Beelzebub can also be found awake in the mornings. The quiet hours before everyone else wakes up are best for stretching, taking jogs, and grabbing a pre-breakfast appetizer. He'll get spooked if he hears footsteps approach the kitchen and slam the fridge door shut in a hurry, but all is well when he sees you enter the room instead of Lucifer.
Beelzebub is a big guy who takes up a lot of space. When you run into each other in the bathroom and are rushing to get ready, it's easy to bump into him. On days he's still pretty tired, he might not even notice you bonk your head against his arm. That's fine though - you don't want him to notice you until he's brushed his teeth. After all, Beelzebub's morning breath is a potent magical weapon.
If you need the bathroom sink while he occupies it, Beelzebub is kind enough to nudge you in front of him (once you've confirmed his mouth is minty fresh). You both get to use the mirror this way, and you can both see each other's smiling faces.
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Belphegor is the king of oversleeping. The powers of you and his twin combined are hardly enough on some days, but mostly the responsibility of waking him falls to you. You quickly learned it's best to wake him from behind his head, if you can manage to maneuver your way into a suitable spot to do so. Anywhere his limbs can easily grab you will result in being pulled into bed. He's like a sleeping kraken.
You suspect that Belphegor wakes up easier than he lets on, but he feigns ignorance. He insists he was totally fast asleep when you struggled to physically drag him down the hallway towards the bathroom, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso with all your strength. And when he clung on to your waist and nuzzled his head into your stomach. And when Beel came to help free you from Belphegor's clutches, but he rolled you under him and muttered "mine now."
Definitely fast asleep, doesn't remember a single thing.
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littlestw01f · 1 day
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AZRIEL NSFW ALPHABETS
AZRIEL MASTERLIST
MAIN MASTERLIST
Cw: Nsfw stuff, 18+ MDNI
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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Depends on the nature of your relationship, he doesn't care much to care for you after if it's a random hook-up.
But if you're in a relationship, he'll always make sure you are comfortable after, hydrated and clean.
He'll ask what you need at the moment and won't hesitate to give it to you until he knows you better than you know yourself and provides you with everything you need by your tells.
B: Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
On him, it's his cock, straight up, cocky little bstard he is knowing he's hung, loves the look in your eyes when you see the size of him every time, and loves how you always struggle to take him.
On you, It's your legs, love how they feel when they're wrapped tight around him to keep him close, loves feeling them up and down, your thighs, and calves.
C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)
Loves to cum on your skin, mixing his scent with you so that people know you are his for as long as possible.
Loves when you cum on his face and tongue so he can taste you directly from the source
D: Dirty Secret
He's been to many orgies in his times in Illyria, taking more males there than females, has dominated both Rhysand and Cassian.
E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's got 500 years of experience in pleasuring his partners, he knows exactly what he's doing.
And he's very good at it.
F: Favorite Position(s)
Good old missionary, loves to look at your face contort in pleasure as he takes you.
Cowgirl, he loves watching you on top, bouncing on his cock, gripping onto the talons of his wings, head tipped back.
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
He's always been serious during sex, especially during a scene with you.
But if something goes wrong, he's started to make jokes about it after making sure you are alright and to make a lighthearted atmosphere.
H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)
A mess of hair as a teen, didn't much care for how his hair looked.
Grew to properly groom his hair, and doesn't really care how you keep yours.
I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Is very loving and gentle during soft sex.
Not so much expression on his face during play.
J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Doesn't really have to use his own hand when he had yours.
Only masturbates while he is on a mission and away from you
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Corruption - He had a thing for messing up the innocence of his mate, loves how much of an experimentalist you are, willing to try most things he suggests
Bondage- Leathers: loves Illyrian leathers on you, loves the feel of the leather.
Chains: likes to chain you to his bed and his dungeons, chains over your throat for breath play and he licks over the cold chains on your neck.
Ropes: Hogties you on his bed, loves watching you struggle knowing the ropes would leave burns, then after, kissing over your wrists and ankles.
Dacryphilia - Your tears turn him on, loves your tears streaming down your face whenever he takes you rough, at a punishing pace mostly when you try to flirt with other males to get a rise out of him.
Erotic asphyxiation - Loves forcing air out of you, with his hands, pulling on chains to mark your neck up.
Gagging - Gags you with his fingers and cock, loves the sound of you choking
Blood play/Knife play - Uses truthteller on you, cutting your skin just enough to make you bleed, watching the blood spill and healing back up, carving his name into your abdomen.
Shadow play - His shadows LOVE you, just as much as he does, they love to play with you, make you cum, tie you up, and keep his cum inside you.
Public sex - Fingering you anywhere, making you be quiet as he makes you cum on his hands, then walk away nonchalantly.
Sadism - Adores seeing you in the constant pain and pleasure that he causes.
L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Prefers his bed and his dungeons, but will take you anywhere if he is horny enough, and has taken you everywhere at least once.
M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You, just you, everything about you gets him going, especially your eyes and the way you look at him
N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
He will be wary of anything you aren't downright enthusiastic about.
Will stop if you close your bond with him during play, he needs to have you open your bond with him at all times so he can feel what you're feeling.
O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Loves both, has an obsession with hearing your whines as he keeps making you cum on his tongue.
And with the sound of you gagging on his cock.
P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
He prefers to be rough in most settings, it's the Illyrian rage he fucks out on you.
Is sensual when it's intimate, soft lovemaking for your anniversaries, important times for you both.
Or when you ask depending on what you want.
Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Prefers to take his time with you, and make you cum hard over and over again.
Will have a quickie if either of you is in a hurry and doesn't want to pass an opportunity to taste you.
R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
You two take so many risks in your sex life.
You love the thrill of getting caught.
He prefers to sometimes fuck you on the door of Nesta and Cassian's room so that you can cry out directly in their room, as payback to everything they kept him up with their noises.
S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)
Loves nothing more than being inside you.
Things don't end until you want them to, until all your holes are dripping with his cum, your legs shaking hard for hours after
T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Less "Toys" and more like torture devices, he uses those things to bind you up.
Paddles, whips, vibrators, dildos, gags, he had everything you might want.
U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)
He's very fair, a little too fair, things didn't end till you cum so many times it's painful.
V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Not really loud, but growls and groans in your ear
W: Wild Card
He loves sharing you with people, Nessian, Feysand, Eris, Lucien, and anyone you want.
X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
MUSCULAR
Every inch of him has muscles, thick arms, legs, cut torso.
Biggest wingspan, obviously.
When you first gripped his cock while busy making out with him, you thought it was his arm.
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Very High
Especially after accepting your mating bond
He needs to be inside you as much as possible
He is dtf anytime, unless you don't want to
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He first wants to make sure you're comfortable.
After you are, he sometimes helps you sleep, whether singing to you or giving you a small massage.
He falls asleep to the sound of your comfortable breathing.
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glittersstuff · 2 days
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broken heart - Nico Hischier
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Warnings; casanova always breaks your heart, maybe Nico proves you the opposite.
Rie's note; ////
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When you started working as medical staff for the devils, you felt like home. You're more shy than a party animal, but the boys make it look so easy to get along with you. You just love talking in your native language with some players. Its hard as swiss german to travel to another country just to work here. Without family or friends. Without knowing anybody.
"Hey y/n! Do I have my medical check with you today?", Nico comes in the training room, looking at you. You nod, cheeks getting red and you do a weird gesture with your hands. He looks so damn good, he could wear a garbage bag and would look hot.
Hopefully Nico looks at you one time in his life like you look at him.
How embarrassing, what your thoughts are as professional worker.
After every session you fall more and more for Nico. It seems so natural talking about everything with him. Honestly you forget the time until someone knocks on the door. Every single time with Nico. The boys mock you about it, too ask him out but you're afraid. He's known as a free minded man and doesn't want a relationship at this moment. You're not a puck bunny.
But you catch yourself enjoying having him around, even if you hide it because you have to stay professional. You can tell him everything. Just pretend how it feels you would dating him. Until today.
Nico cancelled the check up and asked to have a medical staff change. When the head coach told you, it was like a punch in the face. Did you anything wrong? Did you accidentally hurt him?
Nico avoids you, he comes later just not to see you. Your heart feels heavy, breaking down in thousand parts. You just want to cry and its getting worse from day to day.
You have to walk through the training room where the whole team trains but you stopped in front of the door before to get in. Nico does sit ups, talking to his teammates, "you know she's nice, but it annoys me she talks too much about her private life", you start to sniffle. You go through the room, shocked faces look at you. They know you heard that. You just nod and walk on, trying to keep the head high. Its just acting, in your dreams you want to run into the bathroom and crying until you feel better.
The next days you don't speak much while working with the guys. Just some "mh, yes, ok, alright", comes from you. You don't want to bother another one, you really need your job to pay all the bills. You don't want to be the excluded one.
The boys are sceptical, they love your sunshine soul and funny stories, cheering them up with their injuries and being a really comfortable person. The last days you walked under power, like a robot and rarely smiling. You don't talk about private things anymore, just doing the job until time is over. You feel so disgusted on yourself to bother a hockey player about your life. You can't believe you're this selfish.
"Can we speak?", on a practice morning Nico comes earlier that usual just to have a conversation with you. He knows you're always over-punctual.
"I don't think so. I have work to do, sorry", you smile politely.
His big brown eyes looking at you to beg talking.
"What can I do that you talk to me?", Nico asks.
"If you have health issues, yes. I can do my job", you reply little too emotional. Tears coming up but you gulp it down.
"Ok. My back hurts after the last hit yesterday. Can you check it?", he speaks out. Secretly he doesn't have problems with his back but if its the only way to talk with you, he'll pretend.
"Ok, come with me", you quit the conversation.
"Where on your back is the pain?", Nico gets undressed his T-shirt, sitting down on the massage table. He just points at his heart. "My heart hurts really bad". "Do you need a doctor?", you get in panic.
Nico turns around his good looking head, show you with a hand gesture to calm down,"no! My heart hurts because I hurt you".
"How cheesy, Hischier".
"Well your coworker told me you have a crush on me and I really broke your heart. I was talking not about you, it was about an annoying family member! I want to date you but you always stayed professional-", Nico runs his fingers on his hair. He always does this when he gets nervous.
"You didn't want me work for you anymore. I mean i have to be fine with your decision", you say and checking on his back if rips and muscles are okay.
"It was because John asked me to change. He was really enthusiastic about how you helped him well", Nico explains.
He turns around, youre standing between his legs. That's not the position you wanted but it feels alright. It feels safe.
Your skin begins to sparkle.
"I'd like to go out with you?", he takes your arms, looking up with a cute, chill smile.
"Like a date? a date date? with candles and a suit?", your eyes brightening up. "But I'm not just a girl for one night!".
"I thought about mini golf but if you want to, I'll call a restaurant", Nico's brown eyes finding yours. His smile is so precious. "And I only have good intentions for a relationship".
"Yes but I'm sorry I have to work on your back -", you stumble over your own words. You feel overwhelmed by his honest words.
Nico pulls you closer, you can feel his breath on your face. "I don't have problems with my back. If i have it one day, i hope my future genius girlfriend is waiting for me at home to help me with that", he softly kisses your cheek, stands up and pulls his shirt on. Your cheeks burn in a cherry red because of this kiss. Damn he's a really good kisser and you cant wait to get more.
"I hope you mean it in the medical way, casanova!"
"I know you already had a wild dream about me. You talk in your sleep and I understand swiss german", he winks, kisses your cheek again and walks out of the door.
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Rating Paradise Lost healers based on how safe you are going to them
Lucifer - 10/10 bro has cheats activated. The only one that I can see having a medical degree. I would trust this man with a brain surgery, he's a good doctor.
Gamigin - 10/10 again, he has a magic pearl that can bring back the dead. He can heal you instantly and he's a good boy so he'll do it from the kindness of his heart. He probably only knows home remadies for less deadly illness or pains (puterea calului and gălbenele 💀) , but he's trying his best.
Marbas - 8/10 he has a fifty-fifty change of him either killing or healing you. He's agressive and horny, so much so that he needs to be tied up on the job. But I can still see him killing someone for giving of wrong vibes (like in Chapter 4). Also, he can't move that much when he's tied up, so his healing is also limited.
Morax - 6/10 this man cured someone's lobotomy. He is so airheaded that he can't realise the danger he puts himself through. He has no medical degree, he probably never went to school past 5th grade. The moment he realised his ability he finally had purpose in life. You'd feel bad even if he heals a paper cut for you.
Buer - 4/10 Lucifer probably poached him from Tartaros with the help of the dog god so he could be the accountent in Paradise Lost. All he knows is essantial oils and yoga. He doesn't do it for profit, he's simply grossed out by surgeries. His the recovery and phisiotherapy guy, he gives nice messages. Just... don't ask him about anything related to your insides.
Jjok - 1000/10 he's the therapy dog of the group and he's the only one keeping the hospital from gettint sued. We pay our respects to Jjok, the MVP of this whole opperation.
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maineventbts · 3 days
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The Boy Is Mine
pairing: jey uso x reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: cursing , some innuendoes at the end , that’s pretty much it.
note: i haven’t written anything in a while , im just testing the waters. pls be kind <3
It was Monday, meaning you were walking into the arena for tonight's show. Typically, you enjoyed coming to work; you had the best job in the world. However, this was the last place you wanted to be today. Your silver suitcase was rolling behind you as your best friend power walked to keep up with your quick strides. Your goal was to reach your destination as quickly as possible, avoiding as much contact as you could. You greeted some staff and fellow coworkers before rushing into the female locker room. Holding the door open for your friend, as she gives you a side eye on her way into the room. "What is wrong with you? You need to slow the fuck down," Nia said with her hands on her hips, trying to catch her breath.
You refused to tell her the reason for your speed walking into the arena. In your mind, the reasoning made you sound like a high schooler, and you were grown as hell. You and your longtime friend, who happens to be Nia's cousin, were going through a rough patch. You and Josh were not just typical friends; you were practically in love with each other. You couldn't get enough of each other from the day you first met. Sitting together in catering, riding to shows together, even having him hold your purse sometimes. You two even shared many steamy moments in private. No one ever questioned your closeness until a new person was added to the mix. Newer talent, Nikita, the Bane of your existence. Because you and Josh were not an official item, he was fair game for anyone. However, you were ready to go to bat for that man, like he put a ring on your finger.
"Hello? Girl, you almost killed me; this better not be about Josh again." Nia shakes your shoulders, pulling you from your daze. You playfully smack her hands off of your body, "my bad, I'm just a little tired today." Not believing your excuse, Nia opens her mouth, preparing to remind you of your busy day. "And I know we have a tag match tonight, I'll be focused," you beat her to the punch.
After setting up your space in the locker room, you and some of the other women head to catering. You've only had a matcha latte today, and if you didn't eat anything soon, your body would give up. Thankfully, there is always a diverse spread of delicious food, so you never have to worry about going hungry. You grab a Gatorade and pack your plate with three tacos and rice. As soon as you sit down with Nia and Naomi, you notice Naomi's continuous glances at you. "Yes, Naomi," you say, already knowing what was about to come next.
"Why are you ignoring that man," referring to her brother-in-law, Josh. Unsurprisingly, he told his twin brother Jon, who definitely told Trinity. You poke at the food on your plate before looking up at the girls, "I'm not ignoring hi-," Trinity put her hand up, not wanting to hear whatever bullshit you were about to spew. "I literally watch you speed walk past him at every show. And he won't stop calling me and Jon to see what's wrong with you." It was obvious that Trinity wanted to help you both, but you wanted to avoid being lectured by your friends. "He out here entertaining other bitches, what am I supposed to do," your words came out in a whisper in an attempt to keep your fellow workers out of your business.
You’ve been talking about Josh too much because he comes around the corner like Beetlejuice. In an instant, your head is down, and you begin eating your food, praying that he'll ignore you. His eyes are on you instantly, but to your surprise, he doesn't approach you. Instead, he sits down with Xavier and Kofi, at the table beside you. Your back was toward him, but Nia's constant looks in his direction weren't helping your paranoia. "Stop looking over there," you mouth to her, causing her to look down at her plate.
Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, Bane arrives here to ruin your day. "What up Nikita," you hear Xavier greet the girl, who takes a seat at their table. Your jaw tightens, and your grip on your fork is deadly. Her presence makes you want to flip every table in the room and slap the taste out of her mouth. "I'm liking the little blue in the back, Josh; did you just dye it?" just the sound of her voice raises your body temperature. Smoke is practically barreling out of your ears as you try to remain calm. His hair color is none of her business, and why didn't he tell you about it? Your mind is racing so fast that you don't notice Trinity and Nia's concerned facial expressions. If you didn't leave this table now, Nikita would be laid out on it. Gathering your trash and personal items, you get up from the table and get away from catering as quick as possible. Little did you know, Joshua was staring at you the entire time with puppy dog eyes, praying that you'd look his way.
Back in the locker room, you begin to prep for your match. Earbuds snug in your ears as you riffle through your suitcase, trying to find the best gear to wear. After a swift search, you pull out one of your strategically distressed t-shirts, trunks, and kickpads. You change in one of the stalls and throw on your black boots. "You want to look like me so bad," Nia lets out a laugh as you both come out of the stalls wearing the same colors. The show had already started, and it was time for you two to get in the makeup chair.
"Do you want to go with a neutral type of look tonight," Melinda, one of the makeup artist, always asked what you wanted before she worked her magic. You went with the neutrals, and so did Nia. You and the girls are enjoying small talk as she puts the finishing touches on your face. "Y/N," your body instantly tensed up, and you refused to look away from the girl in front of you. Nia instantly looked away and continued to chat with the other girls. "Girl, i know you did not," you mutter, shocked that she'd leave you to deal with this alone.
"Yes, Josh," you fight the urge to face him, trying to stay strong. If you looked that man in the eyes, you just might let everything go and fold. "Can we go somewhere and talk," he moves to stand before you, not allowing you to avoid him any longer. "I'm getting my makeup done," you quickly respond, hoping to excuse yourself from the situation. "Actually, you're all done now," Melinda pats your shoulder as she ushers you to get out of the chair. Your eyes widen as you've just been thrown to a wolf by your favorite makeup artist. You thank the woman, realizing that you can't hide anymore. "Come on," you tilt your head towards the far end of the hall, which happens to be empty.
"Why you ignoring me," Joshua jumps straight to the point, looking down on you. His body looks tense as he folds his hands in front of him. It was beyond evident that he was just as nervous as you were, if not more. "We been friends for years, you know you my girl," you could hear the hurt in his voice, and it completely shattered your heart. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt Josh, but you were hurting too. "If I'm your girl, why are you flirting with other bitches? It's supposed to be me and you, Joshua; this is not a group thing." You could hardly hold eye contact with him anymore; his eyes looked angry and apologetic, while you looked like you were about to burst into tears.
He cupped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Ain't nobody flirting with nobody. She just follows me and the guys around sometimes, you need to stop trippin-"you smack his hand away from your face. How dare he accuse you of being dramatic. "I need to stop trippin? You won't even let Dolph sit next to me anymore. Anybody gets friendly with me, and you get upset, but I can't be mad at you for getting fresh with someone that ain't me," no longer were you scared to look at him; you were practically fuming. Head cocked to the side with your arms crossed over your chest, "you're so fucking backwards, Josh. If you wanna flirt with other people, if you want to fuck with other people, go ahead!" The two of you sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what even happened. He clenched his jaw, as you tried your best to hold back the flood that was ready to fall from your eyes.
"Fuck you, Josh. I'm so fucking done with you," you turn away from him, not wanting to waste any more of your time on someone who wasn't truly committed to you. Head hanging low as you speed past everyone in the hall. Joshua watches you walk away from him, knowing that you need some time to cool off. Though you might not understand now, he loves you more than anything else in this world, and he wouldn't let you walk out of his life that easily.
The rest of your evening was bearable. You won your tag match with Nia but had to go up against the one person you wanted to strangle. Luckily for you, Josh was nowhere to be found; now it was time to get the hell out of there before he magically appeared again. You and Nia were outside, waiting for Saraya to bring the car around. Sitting on your suitcase with your earbuds in, this was the most peace you had gotten all day.
As Saraya pulls up in front of you, a hand drapes over your shoulder. You recognized that soft yet heavy hand anywhere. "What do you want Josh," your words come out very monotonous as you pull the earbuds from your ears. "You riding with me tonight," his words sounding more like a statement than a question. You shrug his hand off of your shoulder before rising from your seat. "No, I'm going with the girls to-” before you could finish your sentence, Joshua is holding your suitcase along with his, "you gon' stop running from me. You know just how much I love you, even though we haven't made anything official, I've made it more than clear that you my number one." Before you can get a word out, he continues, "I shouldn't have let her get that close to me; that's my fault entirely. But never once did I feed into her advances or little flirtatious behavior. I'm not checking for anybody that's not you, ma," with every word he says, you feel your face get hotter. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but you didn’t think that he’d profess his love for you outside the arena.
"I know we ain't made nothing official or anything, but I wanna change that. I don't want no one thinking they got a chance with you, and I know you don't want that either." Joshua advances towards you, letting go of the suitcase handles. Hands slowly wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his body, "be my girl, officially." You couldn’t resist it anymore, the last thing you wanted was to keep fighting with Josh. Your hand comes up to the back of his head, strands of his blue hair through your fingers, "I'd like that very much," your words come out softly as you feel your face burning. His eyes were scanning all over your body like this was the first time he’s ever seen you. You couldn’t lie, you did get some new braids in and did your makeup a bit different lately, hoping he would notice. He wasn’t the only one staring, you found yourself drooling over his tattooed arms and the shine from his grill. It’s been a minute since y’all got together and you needed him now.
"Kiss her! Be a man," you hear Saraya and Nia yelling from the car, you completely forgot that they were waiting on you. Leaning down, Joshua carefully places his lips against yours. Wasting no time, you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. Your nails are softly combing through his hair as his hands start to roam your body. You hear squeals in the background before slowly pulling away from his lips. Gloss slightly smudged on your face and on his lips. Your mouth curves into a smile before you turn your attention to your friends. "I'll see y'all in the next town," you raise your middle finger at the pair before gathering your items to leave with your new man.
"You gon' apologize for ignoring me all this time," he looks over at you, licking his lips as you help him load up the rental. Already knowing what kind of apology he wanted, you shake your head, "nah, I've been under so much emotional stress lately. I think you owe me an apology, maybe even two," you giggle as he closes the trunk. "I’ma give you whatever you want baby," he says, hand smacking your ass before you walk over to the passenger door.
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thefiery-phoenix · 2 days
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more Gun Park contents, please? him waking his girl in the morning perhaps? <3
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I apologize in advance if this sucked 😔
In the past if someone would have told him he'd have fallen in love with someone he would have laughed at them at their face. And yet, here he was, lying next to you on both of your shared bed since he absolutely refuses to let you sleep alone since you belong in his arms, your rightful place
After a long day of dealing with insufferable brats and giving half the people their own sob backstories and extorting money from the gangs around the area, he wants to come back to you and hold you in his arms. Every night he holds you in his strong muscular arms as he pulls you close to him, teasing you as usual about how small you are compared to him. You both will talk about your day till you end up falling asleep. He'll caress your cheek softly and lovingly, for a man whose life was filled with violence and his hands filled with scars, he finds momentary solace and peace when he has you close to him. You're his heaven
He gently kisses your lips and drifts off to sleep. He wakes up before you and as his eyes open, he turns towards you to ensure you're still by his side and haven't made any silly escape attempts like the last time when you tried to escape him when he was asleep. He might be asleep but he has a sixth sense that can detect whenever you're planning to escape or do anything silly. He'll stare you while you're still asleep like a creep and he'll have no qualms about it. Is it so wrong to admire the features of the person that belongs to him
He'll smirk slightly to himself as he looks at your sleeping figure, pleased you haven't acted up and tried to escape from him as he'll gently push away the strands of your hair covering your face and he'll trace his thumb ever so gently along your bottom lip, trying to bask in the moment of solace and peace with you after ignoring the hundreds of missed calls from Goo
He'll bring you closer to him and if you fuss around in your sleep, he'll shush you and kiss your lips as he holds you close to him and smokes a cigarette. If you want to wake up, he'll gently prod you awake and if you're being fussy about it, his lips will curve into an amused smirk as he kisses your neck just to get a kick out of seeing your flustered and bashful expression. "Morning princess..." he'll whisper in his husky deep voice as he kisses your neck again. How glad he is to have taken you for himself...
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my1oves · 2 days
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Kabru dating headcanons pleaseeee
kabru dating headcanons
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꒰ includes ꒱ ⸻ (dungeon meshi) kabru.
꒰ warnings ꒱ ⸻ gn! reader, fluff.
꒰ blossom's note ꒱ ⸻ kabru grew on me so quickly, i love this dork. thank you for the request!
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You must be pretty patient if you want to date Kabru! Skipping the exceedingly long time it took for him to realize his feelings, then marinate with those feelings, then plan on his confession, it can take several months to years.
And once you're actually in a relationship with him, it still takes quite some time for him to get used to it- affection, opening up, etc.
Kabru is not a fan of PDA, but he might hold your hand under the guise of not wanting to lose you in the crowd
What crowd, Kabru? You're not as slick as you think you are-
However, once you two get behind closed doors? Kabru is instantly falling into you, wanting your touch that always seems to relax him
He loves cuddling, usually with his head on your chest/stomach area and your fingers running through his hair- he's almost asleep in an instant!
He's got the softest, cutest snores- and if you're lucky you'll hear him mumble stuff in his sleep
Speaking of sleep with Kabru, it's good thing he found out he likes koala cuddling you, because otherwise he's a totally blanket hog!
Kabru never forgets anything you say/anything about your relationship
He remembers all birthdays, anniversaries, etc. and he also remembers anything you say you like, don't like, mention you want, and so on.
Makes him an excellent gift giver!
Although he gets surprisingly bashful when it comes to actually giving the gift to you, suddenly flustered- what a rare sight~
Give him a kiss as a thank you and steam might start coming off of him from how hot his face is!
Kabru really enjoys just relishing in your company more than anything though. Just being near you, having you with him, is so comforting.
He'll sometimes come home and just begin letting out all his pent-up complaints and annoyances. The amount of idiots he had to deal with today (Laios specifically-) is insane.
He's thankful he has you to come home to for sure.
Speaking of his home... He lives beneath a tavern, and the tavern owner comes in to clean his room. If you move in with him... It's made for an awkward moment or two with the tavern owner.
It's time to teach Kabru basic household skills
He's surprisingly reluctant and almost childish when it comes to this, another side only you get to see.
"Oh so that's how you do it?" He says as you teach him. He'll remember that. Although he hates cleaning, he'll do it.
However, no matter how many times you try to teach him how to cook, something always goes wrong.
It's best to just keep him out of the kitchen- lest you two want an explosion to happen?
This is all thanks to Milsiril, his adoptive mother who perhaps doted on him too much- and who you had the pleasure of meeting not too shortly after finding out he didn't know how to do stuff like that!
You had entered his small lodging, only to find a mysterious woman sitting in the dark- It scared the shit out of you!
You thought she was an intruder, and she thought the same. You ended up hostage to a bunch of plushies.
You weren't freed until Kabru came home about an hour later, embarrassed that he forgot to mention that Milsiril sometimes comes by.
She goes mama bear mode when she finds out you two are dating, and will use her intimidation techniques to ensure you're a good match for Kabru!
Once she's satisfied with the interrogation, then she'll give you her blessing. Kabru grumbles that you didn't really need it though.
She says she expects to be invited to your wedding, to which Kabru finally kicks her out of his home with a hot face. He'll apologize for her, but you can't help but tease him a little bit.
"So, I was thinking a spring wedding-"
"Please, not you too!"
It's later that night that he'll open up a little bit more about his past.
If you weren't originally apart of Kabru's dungeon party, he'll introduce you to them later on.
Rin has heard a lot about you, and similarly to Milsiril she'll "test you" to make sure you're worthy of Kabru- ofc you pass
Holm and Daya are kind, Holm says he's happy Kabru found someone (now he doesn't have to worry about his sister), and Daya is curious how you two ended up together.
Mickbell can't help but ask weird, somewhat invasive questions about your relationship- Kabru shuts him down. Please, ignore him.
Kuro likes you too! He has no complaints, only wanting Kabru to teach you the native Kobold language so he has another person he can talk to easier!
Kabru would prefer, if you're not part of a/his party, that you don't go anywhere near the dungeons- they're dangerous, and he doesn't want you getting hurt
You point out that's not fair, since he always comes back from the dungeons skinnier due to being revived so many times.
This is likely the cause of your first big fight- you worried for him & vice versa. It stems from both of yours deep care for the other, and you two make up quickly.
All in all, Kabru is a sucker for you. He likes to think he'll stand his ground and be stern, but if you bat your eyes at him and pout cutely? Well.. Kabru really is down bad hm?
He folds immediately and lets you have your way (as long as you don't get hurt/being harm)
Do his friends tease him for this? Absolutely, but he just ignores them bc really... if you're happy then it's worth it!
Overall, Kabru is a very caring boyfriend, and although sometimes awkward (due to this being his first relationship) he's sweet and trying his best.
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꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!
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abitofboth · 2 days
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owen carvour hcs because he’s in my brain always
he's very reservedly sentimental. the things in his life that mean a lot to him will always have a special place in his heart, but he'd never tell anyone that. his favourite childhood book, a lighter curt gifted him, old letters and photographs etc.
his favourite childhood book is the hobbit. when he was a kid he'd draw in the margins and go through and underline his favourite parts. his childhood pet was a fluffy cat called bilbo!!
left handed. constantly curses out his pens when he's writing and gets ink smudges all over his hand.
an only child, and was never really that close with his parents. his relationship with them grew strained once they found out he was gay.
would happily never interact with a dog for the rest of his life if he could help it. (too slobbery, loud, and boisterous for his liking.)
biiiiig smoker. his hands get twitchy if he hasn't had a cig in a while. he constantly spews some bs about the refined taste of tobacco.
similarly he's a big time wine snob. he gets offended if you suggest it tastes like vinegar and he'll try with all his might to convince you that the aromatics matter.
definitely has a sprinkling of road rage in him. in his opinion he is always in the right, and everyone else on the road needs their license taken from them.
teeny tiny tattoo on his hip of two intertwined mars symbols (♂)
'love' is a name he uses for pretty much everyone on accounts of him being british, but he's much more fond of using 'darling' and 'sweetheart' as pet names when it's just him and curt.
he LOVES the quiet moments between him and curt when they get to spend the night together. watching over him as he falls asleep and running his fingers through his hair are some of his favourite things to do.
he can be surprisingly bashful! talk sweet to him and he’ll blush like hell. pepper kisses over him and he’ll be squirming and giggling like there’s no tomorrow.
he's welsh but moved to london when he was a teenager. he taught himself to speak in an rp accent so he wouldn't be looked down on, and it just kind of stuck. not many people know that he's welsh, not necessarily because he doesn't tell anyone but no one’s ever asked because as far as everyone else is aware, he’s as english as you can get. when he's tired he can slip back into his old accent, and he uses the odd welsh word every now and then around people close to him (mostly curt.)
the first house he lived in in london got destroyed during the blitz, and luckily most of what few possessions he owned survived. he doesn't like to talk about his time during the war often.
after the fall, he gets tinnitus and his hearing is far from as good as it used to be. he lost his right eye, and the glass eye chimera got him has never quite been a perfect colour match. he has trouble with his knee, and has a decent amount of scarring over his body.
post fall there's a part of him that still loves curt, and desperately misses what used to be. it's mostly overpowered by the hatred within him, but the love rears its head out every now and again and catches him off guard.
he likes to cook, but he's kinda shit at it. he doesn't get much practice on accounts of being a spy, so whenever he does cook, something inevitably goes wrong.
once, he'd moved into a new flat and had curt round as his first guest and tried to cook him dinner. it ended up burning and there were full on flames in the frying pan. (curt still takes the piss out of him for this years later.)
he's a bit of a loner, but enjoys his own company for the most part. outside of curt he doesn't really have any close friends, and he isn't in contact with his family.
he has an angry streak in him. he’s easily riled up and the first emotion he goes to is barely concealed rage. he yells more often than he’d like to.
he hates using the term 'boyfriend' to describe curt. he thinks it makes him sound juvenile and he prefers 'partner' way more. plus, he can get away with introducing curt without giving away the fact that they’re together. (he also loves calling curt his 'best friend' in the most romantic sense possible.)
this! bitch! loves! musicals! the wizard of oz is a favourite of his, and he has a soft spot for disney’s cinderella. he has an extra fondness for the term ‘friend of dorothy’ because of this too.
tea over coffee always. two sugars and a splash of milk, not too weak but not too strong.
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gauloiseblue · 1 day
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Oral Fixation
(Perv!Graves × Reader)
He might not realized it, but he stared at your lips a lot
He wouldn't bat an eye when you did something else, but once you did anything to your lips, he'd snap his head towards you with an incredible speed
Doesn't matter if you're just putting the head of your pen against your lips or wearing lipstick on, he'll still watch it from the corner of his eye
When you left the office for lunch, he approached your table and let his hand take the empty cup from the table. He looked at the nude-colored mark on the rim, and imagined how your lips pressed against the smooth surface earlier, and how your face lighted up at the first taste of your tea.
Luckily for him, you didn't notice the smudged stain on your cup when you came back
While he can't say that you have an oral fixation, you do have a tendency to use your lips in suggestive manners (it's all just in his head tbh)
You'd bite your lip when you tried to solve a problem, you'd keep the pencil between your teeth when you're thinking, you'd purse your lips when you read something ridiculous
And God help him when you're drinking that yogurt in a squeeze pouch
Your cheeks would flatten as you suck on the tube, while your hands work on pushing the yogurt up
One time, he caught you lounging around with the yogurt in your hand. You didn't expect to see him walking toward you, resulting in you coughing as you swallowed at the wrong time. He'd scold you if not for the little drop of white on the corner of your lips. Which forced him to leave, as he had a new business to attend to
That's what inspired him to make a no-eating-in-his-office rule
It's strange and unreasonable, because he always lets you have a little snack when you're working. And he didn't let you out when he knew you're gonna sneak out to have a snack. There's many people who work for him for God's sake, why did the rule only apply to you?
He knew about your crave when you're stressed, and this job gave you plenty of reasons to succumb into it
Just like that, he waits like a lion to strike at the right moment
It took you a month before you tried to have it secretly, which, of course, wasn't secretly enough
He lets you have it for a few times, before he strikes
You're sucking on a hard candy, before he cornered you in his office
"What's in your mouth?" He asked, and your eyes widened
"Nothing." You looked away
"Don't lie to me."
You squeak when he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.
"Open your mouth." He commanded you, and you had no choice but to obey
He sighs when he sees the red candy on your tongue
"I told you not to eat when you're in my office, didn't I?" He warned as he slipped his fingers inside. You tried to protest when he pushed your tongue instead of taking the candy out
"Ghave—" You grabbed his wrist when he pressed further, purposely made you gag
He smirks when your eyes begin to water, and spit starts to coat around his fingers. "I knew you'd break it, I gave you a chance to fix it, but you didn't learn." He mused, voice dripped with venom and arousal, "I should punish you for it."
You're coughing once his fingers left your mouth, along with your candy. He sneers when you glare at him with contempt, and he lifts the red sugar for you to see
"I'll be keeping this."
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funsized-loser · 2 days
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For the @sambuckylibrary TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024
Week 2: Victory Party | Rated T
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It's a party, but Sam isn't celebrating.
I'm so sorry, Sam. She's gone--sacrificed herself for the Soul Stone.
Steve's words ring loud in Sam's head. When he first heard it, it sent him to his knees, both Steve and Clint scrambling to his side in the dirt. Clint looked hollowed out next to him, while Steve held him like he might disappear again.
But now, there's music playing from a speaker somewhere, drinks flowing, and a joyous atmosphere after a hard-fought battle, and all Sam wants is to scream at the top of his lungs.��
He looks at old friends reunited and clinging to one another. He sees Pepper, Rhodes, and Banner huddled near the vehicle waiting to carry away Stark's body. Clint is on the phone, teary-eyed but happy. Sparkling portals still open here and there as the sorcerers bring in more supplies or a few people leave.
Sam takes in the destruction of the compound that he once, briefly, called home. He can picture morning runs around the property, silent breakfasts in the crowded kitchen (the Avengers weren't exactly morning people), and boisterous game nights in the lounge. 
And in every memory, Nat is right there in the thick of it. She'd always been a driving force in the group, a quick barb or joke at the ready, sharp eyes gleaming. Even while they were on the run; Sam swears she's the one that kept him and Steve alive. 
And to think he'll never see that smirk again--it hurts. It fucking hurts. 
He was gone, but came back. There's no coming back for Natasha. 
Sam wanders off to a secluded spot and drops onto a fallen slab of concrete. A sob works its way out as he buries his face in his hands. 
“Sam?”
He looks up and sees Bucky standing a few feet away, as though waiting for permission to approach. He quickly wipes his face and musters up something resembling a smile. 
“Barnes,” he replies quietly. 
“I think by now you can call me Bucky. And you look like you need this more than me.” 
He takes a couple steps forward to offer Sam a beer bottle. Sam plucks it from him and takes a swig. And promptly gags.
“What the hell?! This is not beer,” he eyes the bottle warily before glaring at Bucky. 
 “Oh, yeah, sorry,” he grimaces, “that talking raccoon gave me this. Regular alcohol doesn't do shit for me. But, you seem to need a stiff drink right now. You ok, all things considered?” 
“Not at all. You?”
Bucky just shrugs. “Been disappearing and reappearing for years now, starts to lose its shock value.” 
His grin slips when Sam doesn't respond, so he takes a seat next to him.
“Seriously though, is something wrong? Should I go get Steve?”
“No,” Sam shakes his head, “can you just– can you just sit with me?” 
Without risking a glance at Bucky, Sam can feel the concerned stare. 
“Sure.”
They sit in silence for a while, the noise of the party far enough away that it almost feels private. 
“I just can't believe that she's gone,” Sam eventually says. “She'd been a part of my life for years. And then, in what feels like a blink of the eye, she's gone. But not like us, y’know? We got lucky, we got to come back, but she–” he breaks off to wipe away more tears. “I'm tired of losing people. I just keep losing people that I love.” 
Bucky reaches out to squeeze Sam's forearm. 
“Hey, look at me.”
Sam turns to look at him and is met with wide, imploring eyes.
“I'm sorry you lost your friend. The way I heard it, she died so that the rest of us could return, right? So now, live a life that would make her proud. I know a thing or two about second chances, trust me, you gotta actually live. I'm sure you know that you can't dwell on everyone you lose. Live so that their memory lives on.”
There's a moment of guilt as Sam thinks about all the people that Bucky has lost. He knows everyone here has lost someone. Maybe that grief is what keeps them all in the fight: a need to keep others from losing people. 
Sam focuses on the feeling of Bucky's thumb rubbing circles into his skin where his hand still rests on Sam's forearm. Once his breathing evens out, he asks, “When did you get so wise, old man?” 
Bucky just grins and gives his arm another squeeze. 
“Thanks for that. I know all of this. It just never gets easier. But now it's a whole new world I'm facing, and I wish my friend was here.”
“You've got the rest of us though,” Bucky says and nudges him with his shoulder.
Sam chuckles. “Oh, we're friends now?”
Bucky gives a faux gasp. “Really, after everything we've been through, you still don't think we're friends? That hurts, Wilson.” 
That gets a full laugh out of Sam. 
When he looks over at him, Bucky's eyes are crinkled from how big his smile is. Sam's never gotten to see this side of him, and a small part of him hopes he gets to see more of it. 
“Pinky swear?” Sam jokes.
“Pinky swear.” Bucky's hand slides down so that he can lock his finger with Sam's. His eyes flick down from Sam's eyes to his lips for a second, but they are clear and sincere, and there's a softness that hints at something more. “You've got me; I'm not going anywhere, Sam.” 
Sam shifts his hand and interlaces his fingers with Bucky's. Neither of them say a word, but the look in their eyes speaks volumes. 
Bucky angles towards him and slowly lifts his left hand to cup Sam's face. Sam is surprised by the warmth of the vibranium, but when Bucky’s thumb brushes across his lower lip, he can't hold back anymore.
Sam surges forward and kisses him. They explore each other with a hunger that Sam prays is not just lust or grief and leftover adrenaline. When Bucky suddenly pulls away, Sam's stomach drops. 
“Steve's coming,” Bucky whispers with a frown. 
They let go of each other just as Steve calls out.
“Buck, you over here? Have you seen–oh, there you are, Sam. I've been looking for you. You alright?” 
Sam nods, “Yeah, feeling a little better. Thanks, Steve.”
Steve squeezes his uninvited self into the space between them and throws his arms over their shoulders, pulling them into his side.
“You two have no idea how happy I am to have you back!”
“If you don't squeeze us to death, you might have us around longer, pal,” grumbles Bucky from under Steve's left arm. 
They all laugh, but Steve does loosen his hold. 
“I know, sorry. I just keep thinking that at any moment you'll turn to dust again, so it's like I have to physically reassure myself you're actually here,” Steve says quietly. 
That comment causes both of them to wordlessly wrap an arm around Steve and give him a squeeze of their own.
They don't know what their friend went through without them. But he's got the same haunted look that everyone who wasn't dusted seems to possess. 
“We're here, man. Tell us what we missed,” Sam tells him.
And as Steve fills them in on the past five years, Bucky's hand is clasped over Sam's behind Steve, thumb rubbing soothing circles into Sam's skin.
Sam thinks he'll be just fine in this new world.
THE END
(Side note: did I make myself sad thinking about the six months of ghosting awaiting these two?? Maybe. Or the fact that they'll both miss their shared BFF?? Also maybe.) 
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hazmaticalblue · 2 months
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i had a sudden emotional bout realizing how mortal my beloveds are, he's my baby no matter how often he gets all nibbly
my little baby...
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bluastro-yellow · 3 months
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Harry and Kim are like Annette and Plaisance, like Cuno and Cunoesse, like René/Gaston and Gaston/René, like Steban and Ulixes, like Fuck the World and Pissf%%t, like-
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kirtlandswarbler · 9 months
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two things about Daud and the Outsider hangin out having a good time theyre in love interacting
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Hehehehehehehehehe Daud thinks of the Mark as a stamp of ownership :3cccccccccc <33333333333 he is correct
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the Outsider being genuinely scared and actually stumbling was not something I was expecting. like this scene made me want to go *soyjak pointing meme* because like... holy shit dude that is a level of a reaction we have not seen from this man before, ever. And it's such an incongruent reaction too, he seems pretty down with the idea of being killed even here, even by Daud, and yet he's scared at the same time. "I thought maybe you were the one", that's not the kind of tone you use when you're afraid of the fact that the person you're talking to might murder you, but then why shrink back? Incongruent isn't bad, though, I think this is actually really interesting, an interesting thing to bite into a bit, just a tiny little bit. What, really, is it that he's afraid of here? discuss in the comments like an subscribe etc. etc.
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theheadlessgroom · 11 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/716646375247462400/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride
@beatingheart-bride
“Oh...” 
Randall couldn’t help but sigh with a smile upon seeing how she fashioned the fake rose to her hair: It paired rather beautifully against her golden ringlets, complimenting her strange but alluring beauty rather well, and it made him wonder how often she put flowers in her hair when she lived in the bayou. Did she like to accessorize a lot, he wondered?
“Y-You look good!” he complimented, giving her a smile and the ‘okay’ with his fingers, hoping that would communicate his approval to her: Sure, she didn’t have a hat to wear such flowers on, but in all honesty, she didn’t really need one; her lovely locks, offset by the faux rose, was already a very lovely look in his eyes. Even sitting in the old bathtub, Randall felt her appearance now would make a rather beautiful painting, the likes of which he’d seen in his father’s book of fables-he could just see her on the page, in a sea of watercolors, looking most beautiful as she combed her golden locks in the light of a low-hanging sun...
Actually, the thought of that got him wondering, as he took another sip of coffee and stifled his yawn-would she ever let him sketch her? He wasn’t exactly the greatest of artists, but he would do his best to capture her loveliness on the page...
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indigobackfire · 2 years
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I am not immune to Running Up That Hill 💃
(also more rambling about ST in the tags, mostly positive)
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