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teashellscape · 21 days

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Harvey x reader: massages (minors dni)

Pairing: sdv Harvey x reader

Synopsis: after a rough, long day on the farm Harvey decides he wants to give you a nice massage with a happy ending.

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI), smut, fluffy smut, reader described as having a vagina, massage with a happy ending, oral (reader receiving), toys being used (reader receiving).

Word count: 2.37k

You trudge your way back into the farmhouse, body burning and aching all over; it was always a long day when you had to move heavy stuff about the farm, despite how much you love your work, you always hated those days. Especially when those days occurred mid summer. You walk in and spot your husband over in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine and you slump down on one of the armchairs in the room. You close your eyes and lean your head back before hearing Harvey's footsteps come closer, he places his hands on your shoulders and gives them a nice firm squeeze. "You look like you could use a good massage tonight." He says lowly and gives you a kiss on the head.

"Mmm that would be nice." You look up at him with a small smile and he leans down and plants a kiss on your lips.

"Okay, go upstairs and lay down, I'll be up in a minute." He says giving you one more kiss before you stand up and make your way over to the stairs. "Do you want a glass of wine honey?" He calls over.

"Oo yes please!" Once you get into your shared bedroom you sit on the bed and begin stripping off leaving on just your panties, you can't be bothered to put anything away neatly so just throw your clothes across the room into a pile, you then proceed to lay on your stomach with your head being cradled by your arms. Your body exposed to the elements, there's a slight chill in the air giving you small goosebumps. It's a great feeling after being in the sweltering heat all day. You hear Harvey's footsteps coming up the stairs and smile to yourself. He enters the room and you turn around and sit up grabbing your glass of wine from him and taking a nice long sip as he lights a couple of candles.

"Lucky for you, that new massage oil that I ordered arrived today. It's lavender scented." He smiles placing the small bottle on the bed next to you. He plants a kiss on your lips and takes your wineglass, placing it on one of the coasters on your bedside table. You take this as your queue to lay back down. You roll over onto your front and Harvey starts straddling you, you feel the cool oil drip onto your skin and flinch slightly. Harvey chuckles and begin to rub slow, heavy circles on your back making you immediately relax and begin to loosen up.

"Oh wow, god I love it when you give me massages, you have such incredible hands." You moan out feeling all your shoulder muscles contracting and relaxing.

Harvey chuckles and you can practically see that wide smile without even looking behind you. “Well I am a doctor, I should hope I’m good with my hands.” You chuckle to yourself and start to relax even more under the man’s god like hands. “Okay, you want to sit up darling? I can give you a nice shoulder massage them.” He stops what he’s doing and climbs off of you allowing you to sit up. You once again feel that nice, cold oil drip onto your shoulders and Harvey’s firm hands begin to rub. Harvey starts to get closer to you, so close you start to feel his warm breath against the back of your neck. You could feel the goosebumps popping up one by one on your skin and heat begin to pool in your panties. “Mm you have such smooth skin honey, you know that?”

“I do now.” You moan out, chuckling slightly. Harvey keeps getting closer and you can feel his brown curly hair tickling the side of your head. His head turns and you can feel his teeth graze your ear, he slowly moves down and leaves light pecks on your neck. “I love you Harvey.” You whisper to him, placing your hand on top of his on your shoulder. You turn around to face him and he leaves a soft kiss on your lips.

He stays nose to nose with you, “I love you too darling.” He kisses you again with those soft lips. You put your arms around his neck deepening the kiss, every now and then feeling his teeth graze lightly against your lips, slowly without breaking the kiss you both fall backwards onto the bed, Harvey caging your head between his arms. You slip your hands under his shirt, moving them up and down his back slowly, not wanting to miss one bit of his soft skin. You both pull away and take a deep breath, both of you panting slightly. Harvey moves to your neck while he waits for you to catch your breath, licking, sucking and kissing lightly up and down. One of your hands leaves from under his shirt moving upwards to start playing with his soft curls. He leans up and kisses you on the nose making you giggle and him smile before diving back into a deep kiss.

You begin to unbutton his shirt and rub your hands up and down his chest and stomach before wrapping your arms back around his neck. He pulls away quickly to discard of his shirt before giving you a peck on the lips, then your jaw, then neck, collarbone, both your breasts, and starts to leave multiple kisses on your stomach, all while massaging your thighs with his big hands. The deep massage makes you begin to moan again quietly making Harvey smile against your abdomen,. He continues to leave kisses on your soft stomach and nipping at the sensitive parts, while his hand moves up from your thigh to your little bundle of nerves, he starts rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your panties making you mewl and move your hand back to his head tangling in his curls.

Harvey stops kissing your stomach and is smiling against your skin, his eyes looking up focused completely on you. “Do you want me to keep moving down darling?” He says in a low slightly gruffer voice than usual which makes your legs begin to tingle. You can only nod in agreement, his hand already making quick work on you. His finger starts to slowly trace circles around your entrance making you clench, begging for some friction down there. He plants a light kiss on your vagina over your panties and hooks his fingers round them slipping down your legs; slowly he slips his middle finger in and starts to curl it upwards in slow gentle motions, making you whine out. And then his tongue begins to work, lapping up your juices making slow circles on your clit, he sometimes stops and moves in closer to suck on it and lets out moans to add vibrations sending you crazy under his touch.

“Oh fuck Harvey, feels so good-“ you moan out, your legs wrapping around his head and your hand making a tighter grip in his hair. The doctor slowly inserts a second finger, quickening the pace of the curling motion while adding thrusting to the mix, you close your eyes in absolute bliss feeling your heart pounding out of your chest. Harvey pulls away for a second causing you to tangle your hand more in his hair and try and push him back, he chuckles.

“Fucking insatiable-“ he mutters through a smile. “Be patient darling.” He pulled his fingers out and made his way over to your bedside drawer pulling out a dildo and some lube. He makes his way back over to you and dribbles some cold lube onto your already dripping cunt. He slowly begins inserting the toy into your entrance and starts to thrust it in and out in slow, agonising motions. Harvey dips his head back down and continues to use his god like tongue on your bundle of nerves while continuing to thrust the dildo in and out stretching you out, ready for him.

“Oh fuck, oh shit.” You moan out feeling that hot knot building in your stomach. You didn’t even have to wait for it to explode, you felt your legs start shaking, Harvey wrapping his arm around one of them in attempt to calm the shaking. The orgasm felt like it lasted forever before he pulled the dildo out and started pulling down his own trousers, letting his erection spring free from his boxers. You watch him with half lidded walk over to the draw slowly pumping his dick in his hand, he grabs a condom from the drawer that he got the dildo from, rips it open and slides it onto his length. He climbed back on top, you wrap your legs around his torso and tangle your fingers in his brown curly locks to pull him in for deep kiss.

Harvey buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your shoulder, you feel his teeth grazing your skin as he begins to insert himself into you. You both let out a mix of a sighs and moans and he stays there for a moment to give you time to adjust. Once you’ve adjusted you start to shift your hips trying to thrust him in and out yourself, the doctor lets out a quiet chuckle against your shoulder and begins to slide himself in and out and a slow comfortable pace letting out soft moans while doing so. “Oh fuck.” Harvey whispers against your skin. You both let out quiet moans and Harvey starts to bite down lightly on yours shoulder as he makes his thrusts harder but not changing the pace. You gasp and start to run your fingernails down his back, stopping eventually to grab onto his shoulders, still digging your nails in slightly.

“Shit-” Harvey moans out, keeping his head buried deep in the crook of your neck, leaving light kisses and sucks in his wake. You both moan, whine and mewl in unison. Harvey balances himself on one arm and snakes one hand back down to your clit and starts slowly toying with the tiny sweet spot. The doctor moves his head from the crook of your neck to kiss you, a long steamy kiss with you biting down on his lip every now and again making him moan out. The way he fucks you, it’s like he’s worshiping every part of your body like you’re his own personal god. You start to feel a knot tightening in your stomach and you can tell Harvey’s close too when his circles around your clit begin to speed up, trying desperately to get you to cum before he does. And fuck does it work. You feel your entire body start to shake, especially your legs; it’s so intense you’re seeing stars.

“Fuck! Harvey, oh shit!” You close your eyes tight and ride out the high, as Harvey does the same. His head is again buried into your shoulder and he bites down hard onto it moaning out loud, the action only brings more pleasure to your already incredible orgasm.

Once the high dies down you just stay there for a minute, Harvey rises from your shoulder again and leaves a light peck on your lip before pulling out. Nothing is said yet, nothing needs to be said yet. He gets up and disposes of the condom before lying next to you on your bed, you both turn to look at each other and for a moment just stare into each others eyes, smiling. “Are you okay? Aching at all?” He asks moving his hand to lightly caress your cheek. You shake your head. “Good, why don’t we go and get a nice bath to get cleaned up?” He asks and knows the answer as soon as he sees the look on your face.

“Do you want me to run it?” You ask.

“No honey, I’ve got it, you keep relaxing.” He sits up. “I love you.” He leaves another soft kiss on your lips and gets up to go into the bathroom.

“I love you too.”

Harvey’s head pokes back round the door frame. “Oh darling, don’t forget your wine.” He smiles making you giggle.

“I won’t!”

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margoisthemoon2 · 11 months

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Hate // Miguel O’Hara x Spiderpunk x reader smut w/ plot

Word count: Idk I wasn’t keeping track but this is very long.

Warning. Smut. Fingering. Eating out. Rough. PIV sex. Porn w/ plot. Unprotected sex.

Note: OC is 20-22. Miguel is in his 30s. Hobie is 19-21. This story takes place before ATSV. Contains a bit of spoilers. If you haven’t watched the movie then idk what to say, just don’t get mad at me lol. Ummm I haven’t wrote smut in a while so bare with me plz. Also OC is black because i am and there needs to be more representation. Oc can look like whatever you want them to look like but i put height/weight in there already. Okay im sorry im done. Go read!!!!

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Let’s do this one last time.

Hey I’m spider woman or more so called Spider Riot. I’m 5’11, 130lbs. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for 4yrs I’ve been the one and only spider woman of New York on Earth 1214. A year ago I was pulled into the spider-verse. Invited by Jessica Drew and taught by her also. Lets get to the real story.

My best bud and rocker; Hobie Brown or as i call him, Hobs. We met a few months into me being in the verse. Our similar style and life made us super close super fast and we have been inseparable since. “Hey hobs have you seen my guitar pic?” I asked. We was getting ready to rehearse a song and I was desperately looking for my red and black pik i had just a few minutes ago. “Why are you asking me its your stuff” Hobie says lazily strumming on his guitar. I look at him with an annoyed expression. “Wow your really no help you know that?” I say reaching under a couch digging around for my stuff “good” He says reaching behind him “is this it lad” he says holding up my exact pic “ah yes!! Thanks hobs” i say reaching for it and him pulling his hand farther away from my reach. “Gotta give me a kiss first” he says with a smirk on his face “Hardy har har give it hobs” i says snatching it from his hands “i just wanted to know if you would actually do it” he says walking to the back of our rehearsal room. I know that he likes me but I just don’t feel the same. He is a great guy and all but i have my eyes set on someone else… Miguel O’Hara. Miguels was a authoritative 6’7 man who i couldn’t help but fall for.

After rehearsal I, Hobie and a few other bandmates was hanging out in the living area chatting. It was getting late. I do a big yawn and stands up “looks like it’s my time to bounce guys” i say heading towards the door “ill come with you to make sure you get home safely” hobie goes and we both head out the door into the cool night air. We walk into an alleyway and i get out my watch and type in my destination, a portal opens up lighting up the area. “Same time tomorrow?” Hobie goes leaning against a wall “you betcha” i say stepping a foot into the portal. “Actually i need you both at HQ” a hologram of jess pops up behind hobie. “Its late and people have jobs” hobie goes turning around “and those people are not you or her” jess says looking over at me “Get over here asap its important” and with that Jessica’s hologram goes away and i sign “well I guess we have other plans” i go typing in Nueva York destination and Me and Hobie step in disappearing. We arrive at HQ and i immediately goes to throw up into the nearest trashcan. “I will always say this. I. Hate. Portal. Traveling.” I say a sick look on my face. “Well you go to and from my place all the time” hobie goes shoving me a but with his elbow, “yeah because I actually like you and your fun” i go poking his nose the sick feeling leaving my body as we arrive to Miguels ‘office’. We wait what seems like an eternity for miguel platform to lower to us. “By the gods i hate this” I whisper to hobie “I can hear you” Miguel goes as soon as his platform stops. He turns towards us. “How many times do I have to warn you both to cut it out with the constant traveling between earths” He says “In the past 6mths you both have totaled over 12,000 travels. Hobie more than Moxie” Miguel goes pinching the bridge of his nose and putting a hand on his hip. “Where are you going so much hobs” I jokingly say, hobie side eyed me “don’t worry ’bout it” he goes and looks back at Miguel. We watch as Miguel blabbers on about being a superhero and being more responsible. “You are dismissed” Miguel says we both turn around to walk away “Except for you Moxie” He says running a hand over his face. Hobie winks at me and walks away with jess. “What did i do now your highness?” I go rolling my eyes. When i focus back in miguel is standing in front if me. Close enough to reach up and touch. I look up making eye contact with him and feeling smaller than ever under his large frame. “Do you know that hobie is mainly going to your earth?” He says, i talk a gulp of air “No I didn’t. Why are you bringing it up?” I ask taking a step back, miguel puts both hands on his hips “I think you should find out for yourself. And please…please be safe Mox. You two might be friends but who knows what that kid is up to” Miguel goes pointing out into the distance. “Yeah…yeah ill keep an eye out. Thanks” i say feeling a small tingling in my cheeks. I turn to leave, looking back and seeing Miguel walking back to his platform. “Miguel being worried for me…..strange” i think seeing Hobie sitting down and kicking up his feet. We wave at eachother and i do a small run over.

I wake up in a sweat. The dream i just had was so weird and strange. It was miguel and me in a relationship. Laughing. Happy. Drinking coffee. “I hate coffee” I whisper to myself and remembering the numbers i saw in that dream 199786. I slip on my spider suit. Black and red mask with long sleeve arm covers. Cropped red leather jack and half full black and red plaid skirt with thigh high combat boots. Jumping out of my open window and swinging to the rook of my building pulling out my hidden radio, listening to my next thing to do.

After fighting off a villain and rescuing a few kittens from too tall trees im finally free. But the numbers 199786 wont leave my mind. Out of curiosity i Type it into my watch and a portal opens up. Surprised I listen to my radio one more time….silence. I shut it off stepping into the portal and flying away. I land into a version of new york. But not my new york. It’s more minimal and cleaner. I’m on the rook of what would be my building in my earth. And look down and the person i don’t expect to see is… Miguel. I swing down. Hiding behind a car as i watch him enter a corner coffee shop. I look up at the business name Ceces Coffee Cafe. This place closed in my world tears ago. I continued watching running to hid behind a neatly trimmed bush looking through the window at miguel or at least a version of him. This Miguel looks more happy with life and a gleam to his eyes. I watch as he orders a coffee the server face is hidden behind a hat and then they look up…. ME. The server is me. I’m working here and talking to Miguel. “Hey are you okay?” I hear a voice behind me and turn around to see a lady reaching to touch my shoulder. I jump back and swing away to a rooftop. Can’t believing my eyes. I open a portal back to my world. Taking another look back and see Miguel leaving the cafe with a big smile on his face and a coffee in his hand. I quickly exit and land back to my world. I cant tell anyone.

It’s been a few months and every 2-3 weeks I visit ‘myself’ at the shop. Seeing miguel come in and order the same coffee. Its the 4th time ive come to this earth and im sitting in the shop using a black mask and a hat to cover my face a features. Miguel enters and goes right up to ‘me’ and orders. But instead of walking to wait for his coffee he does something else.

“Hey so i know i come here alot and fet the same thing but… i was wondering if you would be interested in grabbing dinner with me sometime” Miguels goes rubbing the back of his neck nervously

The version of me does a small chuckle. “Actually I would like that”

My eyes widen as i watch them exchange numbers and Miguel grabs his coffee and leaves. I quickly gets up and leaves. Turning a corner into an alleyway and opening up a portal. My heart is beating fast and hard. I jump into the portal and land in my room on my bed. Doing a sequel of excitement. “Omg I can’t believe Im going on a date with Miguel o’hara. Well a version of me but STILL” i say to myself. “What are you losing your wits for?” I hear a familiar voice say in my doorway. I look up. Hobie. “Hobs when did you get here?” I say sitting up. “Don’t worry ‘bout it” he says and looks up “where ya go?” He questions leaning against the doorway. “Don’t worry about it” i shoot back at him. He rolls his eyes and walks away into the living room. I follow behind sitting on the couch and watch as he perch himself on my coffee table. “So I’ve been thinking. We work great together” he goes. “Yeah we work pretty good beating bad guys” i say laying down onto the rest of the couch “yea, we’d look even betta together” he says looking at me. I look around and back at him “look hobs. You’re a really good friend and all but im waiting for someone” i say leaning up on my elbows to look at him more. “And that someone will never be ready for you. Why wait when im right here for you now” he goes i sit up fully “it can’t happen hobie. Im sorry. We just do-“ i get cut off from Hobie rushing over and kissing me. The kiss was soft with a little urgency. The cold metal of his lip piercing causing me to shiver a bit. “What was that again?” Hobie goes. I look at him still processing everything. Hobie leans in kissing down my neck. I put a hand on his shoulder “no please let me show you how much i care” He goes and looks at me. We make eye contact and i nod my head. Hobie moves down to the floor. And gently spreads my legs as he plants kisses along my underwear through my skirt. I let out a small gasp when I feel his tongue pushing into my underwear and into my area. I watch as his head comes up and we stare into eachother eyes as he pulls off my underwear. He lowers back in and continues to kiss my area. Eventually he sticks his tongue in and uses a free hand to rub my clit. I gasp and let out a small moan. “Youre so wet” i do a small hum as he proceeds to lick and suck my area. His left hand that was previously on my thigh grabs a boob and massages it for a bit before it goes down and two fingers plunge into my softly. I let out another moan. “Yeah you like that right?” The sounds of his sucking and my wetness fills the room. I’m getting close snd his fingers picks up the pace a little faster. “There we go” he says and i arch my back and do a not so loud moan. He kisses between my legs and removes his fingers. Getting a paper towel to wipe them clean. I’m panting looking up at the ceiling. “What have i done?” I think to myself. I quickly put on my underwear and hobie is walking back to me. “What ya thi-“ he says before i cut him off “go” i say “what? I-“ he stutters “JUST GO HOBIE. Please. I need time to process this” i say almost shouting at him. I hear a shuffle before a portal opens behind and he’s gone. I curl up into a ball and cry silently. Things are going to be so different from now on. Slowly i drift into sleep. Somehow my tear stained cheeks comfort me a bit.

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“Hey. HEY WAKE UP!!” I shot up from my sleep jessica’s holographic voice yelling at me. “Yeah! Yeah! What is it?” I ask yawning and rubbing my eyes. Looking up at her. “Miguel wants you at HQ” she says crossing her arms. “Okay, okay just let me get ready and ill be out there” i say getting up “yeah yeah. Shuuutt up” she says before leaving.

I arrive at HQ doing my usual throwing up my insides and talking to a few spiders. Eventually I arrive. “You called miguel” i say kinda afraid of why im here “yeah. Jess leave the room and shit the door make sure noone comes in…or out” his eyes shoot me a glare. I gulp and watch jess leaves. Miguel stands and looks at me “how are your portal travels?” He says “umm good good. Haven’t really been going anywhere except for hobies place” i say playing with my hands “really. Because i see you’ve been going to a unusual PLACE!!” Miguel says and jump down from his platform. “Umm what you mean?” I say taking a step back “you know exactly what I mean” he says walking up me me “Haha funny joke. Nice one you got me!!” I say nervously stepping back until my back hits a object and Miguel towers over me “Dont play dumb and stupid with me. What is earth 199786? And how do you know about it” he says “i don’t know. I’ve only been there a few times” i say “i saw it in a dream and it stuck with me” i say trying to move away. Miguel uses him arms to trap me in on both sides, he leans in closer, whispering in my ear “I know all about your little secret moxie” he says “You do?” I go shaking a bit. Both in fear and arousal. “Yeah and I know what you want” he goes. I feel his hand grab my waist as he pulls me closer to me. He pulls his head away and looks down at me. I gulp “you do?” I ask again “yeah. This!” He goes before he kisses me. In shock i push him off me. We stare at eachother for -5 seconds before i throw myself onto him and we continue kissing. I run my hands through his hair and he gives a small chuckle. “I work very hard on my hair” he goes as i bite down on his lip a bit and go “well looks like you’re gonna have to work hard again” we continue kissing and he starts using his hands to make me grind on his clothed member. I reach down to remove my underwear and immediately i feel his hand in between my legs. His thick long finger plunging into me “Youre so wet” he goes and i moan a little louder as he sucks on my neck. He removes his fingers putting them on his mouth sucking on what’s left of me. He takes my shirt and rip it open “don’t worry ill get you a nee one” he says into my ear. His suit retracts and he is bare in front of me. He taps my thigh a couple of times signaling me to jump up. I obliged he uses one hand to hold me up and the other to position himself. “This is going to hurt a bit sweetheart” slowly he moves into me. I wince a little from how big he is. He starts off slow. My juices covering his length now allowing him to slip in easier and faster. I moan loudly and bite his shoulder “Yeah you like that right?” He goes i lean my head back and we kiss. He start picking up the pace hammering into me. The feeling of his balls hitting my butt turns me on even more. I feel us moving as he walks over to a table like area and lays me down on it. Taking one leg and putting it on his shoulder and using a hand to cup my breast. The bee position allowing him to go deeper and faster. I put a hand on his bicep to hold myslef in place “oh god miguel faster” i say “There we go” he says as he lowers my leg and put both arms by my shoulders to hold me in place as he ruthlessly pounds into me. Our skin slapping rapidly and echoing in the large room. “Oh fuck. Miguel. Im close” i moan. He lowers himself onto me and rest his head in the corner of my neck, panting loudly and letting out few groans to curses. “Fuck!! I want to cum in you” He says as he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up a bit. The new position causing us both to moan and he sloppily kisses me. “Please do. Please miguel” i say in the heat of the moment. He looks at me to thrust into me a few times before I felt the warm rish of his cum paint my walls. I orgasmed and my legs shake he thrust into me slowly as we both come down from the intense moment. He slips off and kisses my forehead. “Go and shower I’ll go get you a new shirt” He goes as his suit materializes back onto him.

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-The next day-

I happily skip into HQ to see miguel of course. Me and Hobie still haven’t talk but i plan to fix that. I see Miguel talking to jess and Ben and kiss him on the cheek. “Hey miggy” i say cheerfully He looks at me with cold eyes and back at jess and ben “excuse me for a moment” he gently shoves me out of earshot of the two “what the hell are you doing?” He asks “what you mean? Im just giving my future boyfriend a kiss” I giggle. He closes his eyes and sign’s before opening them again and looks at me. “Im not your future anything. We had a one night stand” he says looking away “what! No last night was very intimate. You made loved to me!” I go “No. i fucked you. I was stressed and you was there. Like i said i knew all about your visit to earth 199786. Those versions of ourselves dating. Well thats not going to happen between us okay, i filled your fantasy and you you helped me out” he says. He pats me on my shoulder before walking back to jess and ben. I felt the tears form and fall as I quickly typed in my home and left. Running to my room and into my bed crying into my pillow. “Im always here if you need me.” I hear behind me, i turn around, Hobie. “And im sorry for what i did. It was stupid and i wont ever do it again” he goes and sits on the edge of my bed. I sit up and hug him tight. “Im sorry for doing that to you hobs. You’re all I could ever ask for” i say He wraps his arms around me and I silently cry into his shirt, he says “Dont worry about it Big steppa. I could never hate you”

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Note: My thumb kinda hurts now. Anyways what you think? Should moxie stay with hobie or should she go back to Miguel who cant decide his feelings for anyone. Also did you pay attention to the smut details i did using the same words that hobie used with moxie and had Miguel also use them to get a different reaction from Moxie. Anyways. Dont steal. I only posted this fic on tumblr and nowhere else. I hope you enjoyed it. Rock on!

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deathc-re · 1 year

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Lemme take you home ; Shuri

warnings: wakanda forever spoilers, smut, tension, cursing, drinking, implied smoking, afab and fem presenting reader, ooc shuri but whatever. i actually tried to add some plot to this, yk have some shame but not too much bc who has time for that

wc: 1.2k

an: not my best and kinda rushed but i needed to get something out for this marvel of a woman. anyway tblr fucked up the quality of the edit, which is by @vsppuirem on tiktok

you walked into the party looking through the crowd. your friend had told you she was by the balcony but didn't specify which one in this massive house. it was a birthday party for one of those officials kids, so of course it was a block party meant to last well into the morning hours.your friend, hawa, ever the extrovert happened to be friends with said officials kid and forced you, ever the ambivert, to come as well. though you enjoyed a nice night in, why not shake some ass on a rich kids dining table?

wandering into the crowd you searched for your hawa's brightly colored wig but with no luck. with a sigh you walked over to the kitchen turned bar and looked at the kid in an apron.

"what can i get for you?" he asked, tossing a red solo into the trash.

"two shots please!" you yelled over the music.

he scoffed, "starting off the night strong huh?"

you leaned against the other side of the counter, cleavage in full view, and smiled at him.

"something like that."

quickly he pour you your shots and busied himself on the other side of the kitchen. you giggled and downed your shots, screwing your face as the burning liquid slid down your throat.

"is that who i think it is! you shoulda called!" hawa yelled behind you, throwing an arm on your shoulder.

"i did."

"oh."

you rolled your eyes and let her pull you through the crowd. leaving the bustling crowd behind, hawa brought you to a quieter section at the front of the house.

"hawa! your back!" exclaimed a girl sprawled out on a couch, head resting on the lap of a boy who seemed a little too out of it.

"and you brought a friend." you looked over to a chair on the wall of this little space and your heart almost dropped to your feet. it was princess- queen shuri in all her glory.

a glass of what seemed to be whiskey in her hand, moving in circles as her eyes trailed you. you swallowed your nerves and nodded towards the group, sitting down next to hawa.

"so," the girl on the couch started," who are you?"

"oh!" you chuckled. "i'm y/n, hawa's friend from primary school."

"wow, you've known each other a while. i'm nana, this is hasan and i'm sure you know who that is." she nodded toward shuri.

"yeah," you breathed, " it's nice to meet you all. especially you your highness."

"oh please, call me shuri. it's a party isn't it?" she sat back in her chair, placing her glass of whiskey on her upper thigh. your eyes were locked but oh how you wanted to let them roam.

you've had the biggest crush on the queen since you could remember. she was just a year older than you and lord has the crush matured as she has. those sharp features, those piercing eyes and lord those hands.

"of course...shuri." she smiled at you and took a sip of her drink, finally taking her eyes away from yours.

the group then fell into comfortable conversation but you could barely pay any attention. all you could think about was the queen right across from you, legs spread, arms crossed, with a bored look on her face. with every move she made it felt like a tighter grip around your airway. you never thought you'd get to meet her yet here you are, barely two feet away. and she's eyeing you like she wants to eat you alive.

"uh, i think i'm gonna go get myself a drink," you said, hoping to get a little bit of air.

"that's a great idea, i needed a refill anyway," shuri said, standing up and grabbing her now empty glass.

lovely, you thought.

the two of you made your way towards the bar, a not so comfortable silence around you.

"y'know," she started, "i hope my staring isn't making you uncomfortable. i just can't seem to take my eyes off you."

you chuckled and looked at her over your shoulder, "i could say the same to you shuri. i'm honored to see your beauty up close."

she was silent, and you thought you'd offended her some how until you felt slender fingers wrap around your wrist. you looked back, confusion written on your face, only for her to lean close to your ear.

"i can't take this anymore. let's just forget the drinks and you follow me, yeah?" the feeling of her breath on your ear, the urgency in her voice, the tight grasp on your wrist. you swallowed thickly and nodded.

it was a blur up until this point but now you were face to face with the queen of your country and you've never been more aware of how you're feeling. she leaned against the door and locked it, slowly, sensually. she was staring but didn't move an inch. almost as if she was waiting, or scared.

wordlessly you hopped up onto the counter, mini dress riding up to expose perfect thighs. like that she was between your legs, soft lips crashing into yours like waves on a beach. your hands found their way to her jaw, her hands found their way to your waist. the two of you moved in sync. needy for something, anything that let you be ever closer to one another. reluctantly you pulled apart with a huff, lungs stinging and core aching.

"take those off." shuri commanded, eyes locked onto your exposed lace. the twinkle in her eye made you resist a moan. without shame, you shimmed out of your underwear and tossed it towards the sink. she let out a shaky breath then looked up at you with a cocky smile. grabbing hold of your ankles she pulled you to the very edge of the counter and squatted down.

you weren’t prepared for how quickly she dived into your cunt. tongue taking a large sweep, drinking up all your juices. she grabbed hold of your thighs and tossed a look at you before getting lost in the world between your legs.

she licked at your folds,tongue thrusting inside your sex with manic vigor. like clock work she alternated between your swollen bud and quivering heat; while still taking the time to look up at you. enjoying the look of pleasure on your face. as you got closer and closer to the edge your legs couldn’t help but clamp shut.

shuri let out a hum of surprise before attacking your cunt more feverishly. you could barely control your moans of pleasure as dots began to fill your vision.

“shit- shit! shuri baby i’m close!” you cried, hands grabbing hold of her hair. that only seemed to encourage her and with a look of mischief in her eye she gently bit down on your clit, sending you over the edge. a low moan erupted from your throat, legs all but strangling shuri as you road out your high.

“that was good.” you chuckled, pulling her into your chest for a messy kiss. you could taste yourself on your lips and that only re-tightened the coil in your stomach.

“so i’m told.” she smiled. “so how about you put these back on and we go somewhere where we can have some real fun?”

slipping into your discarded lace you looked up at her, “like where?”

“how about you lemme take you home. would that make you happy princess?”

#[moon's mind]#black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #wakanda forver spoilers #shuri #queen shuri #shuri smut #shuri x reader #shuri x f!reader #afab reader #reader insert #black panther fic #mcu shuri #letitia wright #shuri x you

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ladylooch · 11 months

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Hiii I don’t know if you're taking requests but I thought it was funny, you went to the end-of-season party on the rooftop with Nico, and you’re doing you mingling when suddenly you’re being hit on by Trevor, who has been watching you all night and Jack and the other guys have kept the information that you were with Nico a secret to Trevor for their entertainment. So Nico who was doing his own thing suddenly sees Zegras's pursuit and at first he was just amused and then he thought it was enough of the flirting.

Thanksss you can do whatever you like with that, I just don’t see Nico as an overbearingly jealous person but I also see Trevor as a pushy flirt 😂😂

A/N: Trevor Zebras (HAHAHA AUTO CORRECT! I'M LEAVING IT!) only has game because he is in the NHL. Convinced of it. I agree though. I don't see Nico as a very jealous person. He's confident in what he has to offer and knows he's a good boyfriend/lover 😏

Word Count: 569

Warnings: Swearing, Insinuated smut

“Damn, I didn’t realize NASA had a space station around here. You’re an absolute rocket.”

Your mouth goes slightly slack at the sight of Trevor Zegras, curls flaring about, button down open to expose his rigid muscles, strutting towards you.

“I’m Trevor. Tell me you’re here alone.”

You go to answer but he cuts you off, throwing an arm around your shoulder. He pulls, causing you to stumble a bit into his body.

“Actually don’t. Because you’ll be leaving here with me anyway.”

“Uh…” you sputter, completely taken aback by the aggressive, pushy flirting. You know who this friend came here with. Your eyes wander over the the rest of the Devils, locking with Jack Hughes who’s shit-eating grin couldn’t be bigger. He brings a finger to his lips, signaling for you to play along. You glance to your boyfriend, Nico, next to him, who shrugs, confident in your relationship. I guess this is what you get for being independent and mingling away from the group.

“Will I?” You question, tilting your face back to Trevor

“I play hockey.” He shrugs like that should explain it all. You let out an excited, faux gasp.

“Wow. Are you in like.. juniors or something?”

“Nah, the show.” His cocky grin gets wider. “Ya know, the NHL.” He elongates the letters for emphasis. You roll your eyes behind your sunglasses tilting your head to get another glimpse of Nico. He still sits on his chair at the bar, beer placed between his thighs on his stool as we watches you two with amused brown eyes. His lips slide into a smile when he sees your cocked eyebrow.

He’s so unbothered.

And if you’re honest, it’s a bit annoying. He needs to get a little more uncomfortable when another athlete has their arm around your shoulder.

You step a bit closer, going onto your tip toes to whisper in Trevor’s ear.

“You gonna show me what you can do off the ice, superstar?” You reach up, lacing your fingers with his still hanging off your right shoulder. You can hear the scrape of Nico’s chair from across the rooftop.

Sucker.

“Your place or mine? Honestly, your hair would look great wrapped in my sheets.”

“How about my boyfriend’s? His sheets look the best on me.” You murmur close enough to his cheek that your lips just barely nudged the hair of his sideburns.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“Alright. That’s enough.” Nico announces next to you.

“Baby!” You squeal, stepping away from Trevor and wrapping your arms around Nico’s waist. “We were just talking about you! Trevor wants to see my hair against his sheets. I told him yours were probably a better compliment.”

“Fuck.” Trevor says, backing away. “Hisch.. I didn’t know. Jack said-”

“I said nothing, bud. But you definitely said ‘pucks ain’t the only thing getting in deep tonight’ before you walked over here.”

Trevor goes white.

“You wanna run now or…?” Nico asks, swirling his fingers in the air like a little tornado. You purse your lips, burying your face into his pec.

“Nico.” You murmur, lips brushing against the fabric of his t-shirt. He threads his hand into the back pocket of your shorts, pressing you deeper into him. Trevor backs up further, hands up in the air, having no idea that Nico has no interest in actually fighting him.

He’s already the winner in this one anyway.

Part 2 here.

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #New Jersey devils #my writing #writing request #nhl fan fiction #hockey writing

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nycbaby21 · 8 months

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Brock Boeser Imagine

prompt: blind date with Brock

word count: 1,372

“No Quinn I’m sure he is a great guy. It’s just I’m not really sure about all of this. Ya know going on a date with some guy I don’t know,” I sigh while grabbing the orange juice from him and placing it in the fridge. “What do you wanna know,” he asks grabbing a bundle of grapes and popping one of them into his mouth. “Is he getting hounded like I am right now,” I turn to look at the defensemen sitting on my countertop. “Petey is at his place now,” he smirks holding out a grape for me. I roll my eyes and keep putting up my groceries. Quinn continues trying to sell me on the idea of a blind date.

Not too far away in an apartment downtown, two blonde men are having a very similar conversation. “Petey I wish you and Quinn would chill out on this whole date thing. I’m fine,” Brock uttered turning his attention back to the game. The Swede shakes his head and pauses the game yet again. Brock throws his controller down, knowing the two will never finish this game. He sinks back into the couch and stares at his friend.

“Boes I hate to break it to you but Quinn has been on more dates than you recently,” Elias points out. Thinking there was no way that was true, he let his face fall realizing his friend was right, it had been a really long time. “Okay you can tell Quinn to set it up,” he says shaking his head while doing it. Petey lets a small smile grace his face while unpausing the game killing Brock's character, who still hadn’t picked back up his controller.

Smoothing down the front of my dress, I do a turn in the mirror giving myself one final look over. All I knew about this date was it was at some fancy restaurant downtown and I was meeting him there at 7. After hours of trying on different outfits, I finally decided on a simple little black dress with the shortest heels that I owned. Throwing on some jewelry and a touch of makeup and calling it a day. Huffing out a breath I walk into my living room finding the two Canucks players on my couch eating a bowl of popcorn each. “Damn Y/n,” Quinn exclaims eyes running down my body and then back up. “Good damn or bad damn,” I ask nervously, in all honesty, it had been a minute since I had gone out. “Good, very good,” Petey finishes his thought. “Okay well, I guess I’m out of here. If you guys leave before I get back please lock up,” I say as I rush out of the door.

I end up fast walking up to the restaurant due to the chill in the air. I had gone for style over comfort and went jacketless, which was my own dumb fault in Vancouver in the early spring. My heels clicking on the sidewalk alert the tall blonde man leaning against the wall right outside the door. He quickly raises his head up and we lock eyes. He walks towards me closing the distance between us. I couldn’t help but silently thank Quinn and Petey for forcing this. “Wow you look really beautiful,” he blurted out then a light dusting of blush spread across his cheeks. “Thank you. You look really nice too,” I say softly sporting a matching flushed face. “Should we head inside,” he asks ushering us into the building.

We were surrounded by the hustle and bustle and the stuffy atmosphere, it was almost too much. My eyes had been looking over the menu and I couldn’t control the bored expression on my face. I felt so out of place here, like snotty customers were looking down on me. I slowly lower the menu and see the same look on Brock’s face. A small laugh escapes my lips and I quickly slap my hand over my mouth. He looks up, blue eyes lighting up and eyebrows furrowed. Rude looks came from several different people at my disruption of the “quiet and calming” vibe of the place. “I am so sorry. I just couldn’t help it, you look just as bored as I do,” I smiled watching him visibly relax some. “Oh thank God. I thought that I was the only one. I know a really good burger spot a couple roads over,” I don’t even let him say another word as I grab his hand and pull him out of there.

We walked out laughing like hyenas, which resulted in even more weird looks. Normally stares from strangers would make my skin crawl but something about being with Brock made me not care. We settled on a bench in the nearby park. “One for the lady and one for me,” Brock smiles passing out the food. I reach over and steal a fry from him. “Hey no ma’am, you have your own,” he tries to sound serious but his laugh tells me he is just joking. The wind blew a little harsh and I shivered. He stripped off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders. When he did our faces were so close, if I wanted to I could have leaned over and kissed him. I think he thought the same because his eyes glanced down to my lips and then quickly back up. Pulling back we both smile widely.

The two of us walk down the sidewalk towards my apartment. Every so often I feel his fingers brush against mine. Reaching over I interlock our fingers and give our hands a little swing. As we get closer to my place, I notice the boy’s cars still outside. “Well, this is me,” I say stopping but showing no sign of leaving and dropping our hands. “I had a really good time tonight Y/n,” he says giving our hands a squeeze. “Me too, I’d really like to do it again sometime,” I expressed looking up and him and smiling. He slowly leaned down gauging if I wanted the same thing. When I showed no sign of stopping him, he quickly connected our lips together. It was the sweetest and most passionate kiss I had ever had. My hands fly up to the back of his neck while his hands land lightly on my hips.

A buzzing sound interrupts us and we slowly pull back.I pull out my phone to read the text message from Quinn, and Brock gets a similar text from Petey. Laughing we show each other our phones,” You know those two are probably all smushed up against the windows spying on us.” I laugh at him knowing that he is actually right. “Wanna come up with me,” I suggest raising my eyebrows. He nods his head letting me lead the way. I unlock the door and we see the two scrambling to sit back down and look natural. “Are you two actually serious,” I laugh holding onto Brock’s forearm and leaning over to slip off the heels. “You guys look awfully close,” Quinn points out.

“Yeah no thanks to you two,” Brock states while sitting down on the chair near the couch his teammates currently occupied. “Excuse me,” Petey’s eyes snap back and forth between us. I walk back into the room after quickly changing into some sweats and a shirt. I round the corner and sit on the arm of the chair Brock was sitting in, his arms slipping around my waist holding me in place. “That place you guys picked was terrible. I swear if we had stayed there we wouldn’t be sitting so close right now,” I laugh pointing my finger at the two of them. “That place was great. It’s where all my first dates are,” Quinn defends himself. We all share a look and laugh at the Hughes boy. “Quinny maybe that is why you don’t get very many second dates,” Brock points out.

The four of us hang out for a little while later, Petey and Quinn arguing about who is gonna be the best man all while the two of us sit happily in our shared chair so thankful the goofballs bullied us into the date.

#nhl imagine #brock boeser imagine #brock boeser #vancouver canucks #nycbaby21works

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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grades don’t define you

a/n: hiii! Ik this isn’t a requested fic but it’s something based on recent events in my life and i wish i had this experience to help me through it (don’t worry, it’s not that deep - i just crave comfort)

word count: 725

warning(s): none really; the feeling of being a failure - first fic with daughter!reader dynamic; does my severe love for tony count as a warning?

pairing(s): tony stark x daughter!reader

prompt: you get an exam score back and bad feelings arise (ik what you’re thinking “wow taryn, what a detailed prompt” thank you, thank you very much)

Your eyes were glued to your paper as you covered your mouth with your hand. Shock rippled throughout your body as you stared at your score. The giant red ‘F’ glared back at you, making your eyes water. You felt a cautious hand be placed on your shoulder.

“Y/N? You alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made you smile up appreciatively at your friend, your palms aching as you held back your tears.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. It happens ya know?”

Peter nodded, understanding you wanted to drop the topic.

“Uh, well, Ned, MJ, and I were going to go over to Kamala’s house for dinner, wanna join?”

You shook your head, uncomfortable thoughts making your mind murky. Peter scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, you never skipped out on Mrs. Khan’s cooking. But before he could mention it, the bell had rung and you were out the door.

The walk home was torture. Anxiety creeped under your skin, pulling every insecurity to the surface. You were the daughter of a freaking genius, dammit. You shouldn’t be failing tests. Starks don’t fail.

You went over every question as you walked, your mind scolding you for missing the points when the answers were obvious.

Another fear shot through your mind as you approached the Tower. How would your dad react? Your breath picked up and you anticipated just not going home. Deciding against running away, you walked into the Tower, avoiding eye contact with everyone. As you made your way up the elevator, guilt appeared.

Tony had always been a great dad, providing you with many resources in your studies, making sure you had a great support system, something he didn’t have. But would your F make him feel like he wasn’t doing enough?

You stepped out of the elevator, prepared to just throw away the test and never speak of it again, when your dad’s voice rang out.

“Y/N! Honey, how was your day? I had a great time explaining to Dummy that lighter fluid doesn’t go in smoothies-” he paused his sentence when he heard you sniffling. He turned the corner into the communal area, where you stood in front of the elevator, a defeated look on your face and a crumpled test in your hand.

“Y/N? what’s wrong?”

Your lower lip trembled as panic gripped your chest. It was almost ironic, the genius finding out his daughter was a failure. Tony stood in front of you, his hands rubbing up and down your arms patiently as tears fell from your eyes. You leaned forward, your head against his chest, your tears staining his oil-stained shirt. It took you a few moments to answer.

“You know that test I spent hours studying for each night this week?”

You felt Tony place his chin on top of your head.

“Yeah?”

You sniffed, pulling back and bringing the crumpled paper up to hand to your dad.

“I, I didn’t do so well, I’m sorry.”

Tony took the paper and looked over it, a surprised look on his face. You thought he was surprised because you failed, because you were stupid.

“This is outrageous!” Tony said, his eyes incredulous. Your eyes filled up with tears and you let out a small sob, apologizing. Tony realized his mistake, his eyes widening. He quickly wrapped his arms around you for a quick hug before bringing you over to the couch, where you sat.

“Oh honey, I didn’t mean it like that,” he waved your test paper in the air, “none of this bullshit was on your study guide! Or in your books!” Realization took over you and you grabbed your paper back, scanning over the questions, realizing your dad was right.

“But, Y/N,” Tony’s soft voice made you look up from your test, “even if you had failed with questions straight out of a study guide, I wouldn’t be mad. Your scores, your grades, don’t define you. You won’t pass every test and that’s okay!”

You smiled and laid your head on your dad’s shoulder.

“Thanks, dad.”

Both of you sat in silence at Tony crumbled up your test and shot it into the trash bin. He tightened his arms around you in a typical dad fashion, making you laugh.

“Wanna go get ice cream?”

You nodded furiously, making Tony laugh.

“Alright let’s go.”

“Oo can we fly in a suit?”

“No.”

a/n: okay ik that was bad but thank you for reading!! I love tony so this was nice to write! <3 <3

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony antis please dni #my writing #tony stark x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #tony stark fluff #fem!reader

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 4 months

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You’re writing is so good, just had to get that out of the way.

I’d love to see an x reader with Johnny where the reader goes with him back to Knoxville to his childhood home

Down Home Christmas

Y/N doesn’t know what to expect when Johnny asks her to go with him to visit his folks for the holidays, but she has a Christmas she’ll never forget!

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

1.6k Words

Warnings: Drinking, kissing, shit, play fighting

An: Thank you so much for the request and happy holidays if you celebrate!!!! So sorry for the wait but I thought this would make an amazing holiday special :) I’m sure we’ve all had experiences with family holiday parties, and this in part is inspired by my own whacky extended family! One of my friends suggested that I look to the film Four Christmases (2008) for an idea of what Johnny’s family may be like, so I’m sure you can see some of the inspiration there XD Anyway, thank you for the request and please keep them coming!

As you walked up to the front door from where your taxi dropped you off, the snow was painted rainbow colors from the bright Christmas lights strung about the house as powder crunched under your feet. Breathing puffs of hot air on your hands, you cursed yourself for not wearing gloves as you rang the doorbell. Oh, but it was all worth it when you saw Johnny running to the door like he was a kid on Christmas morning, all smiles. Throwing the screen door hard enough to nearly break it, he practically tackled you into the snow when he hugged you, burying you in the warmth of his arms, “Y/N, honey! M’so great to see you!”

He showed you inside the house- tiny, but god, was it packed. The place radiated this human warmth, the air swimming with smells of festive spices that made you practically drool. Holding your frigid hand in his, Johnny led you to the kitchen where those wonderful smells were coming from. As you squeezed past the people clustered in the front hall, Johnny gave you the rundown on a few notable characters you wiggled past, “Oh! That’s Aunt Dotty- her girl does pageants, Earl over there’s gotta taxidermy gig on the side, and Maureen’s the proud mom’a those five little maniacs out back playin’ with the ax.”

As the two of you stopped in the doorway, you ogled the heavenly spread of food on the table as your boyfriend called to a woman who stood at the stove, “Hey, mama!” She turned around and Johnny nudged you towards her a little, sounding so proud as he showed you off excitedly, “This is Y/N!” She turned away from the pots and her face just lit up, walking over to you and giving you one of those heart melting mom hugs, “Oh, my PJ’s finally gotta girl! I’m so happy’t meet you, sweetheart!” You were initially a little supprised- you weren't used to this kind of touchy-feely southern hospitality, but strangely enough, it didn't feel weird. It was actually pretty nice. Pulling back, she smiled teasingly as she noticed that look in your eyes, “What’s the matter? You're lookin’ like you haven't eaten all day!”

“That’s not it- I’ve just never seen that much food before. It’s just…wow.” The most your family ever did was maybe a turkey, nothing like the banquet this miracle woman had prepared. Johnny could’ve sworn he saw you drool a little. He chuckled, charmed at how enamored you seemed by something so basic to him, a grin spreading across his face as he handed you a plate, “C’mon, fill up, girlie!”

There were people sitting just about everywhere in the living room. Little kids clustered on the beige carpet around the Christmas tree with toy cars and dolls, parents and grandparents all had seats on the floral upholstered furniture talking sports or politics or whatever, leaving you and the adult children to fit in wherever you could. You and Johnny shared the seat in front of the oak piano at one end of the room with a couple other people sitting on the closed lid of the piano itself, all drinking and sharing stories together like a scene right out of one of those hallmark movies, only maybe a little less conventional.

“So that’s why m’cousin Dusty’s not allowed to show off his ‘talent’ at family gatherings anymore.” Johnny chuckled, taking a bite of his sweet potato casserole as the room buzzed with laughter. It was a wonder how he could make even the grossest subjects hilarious. Even you couldn’t keep from cracking up, placing your plate on the coffee table, “Hey, speaking of, d’ya know where the bathroom is?” Standing up, Johnny gestured for you to follow him, stepping carefully around people.

He led you down a dim hallway stopping in front of a wall when his eye caught something, “Hey, check this out.” Johnny took a picture off of a nail on the wall and handed it to you. Through the darkness, you could make out most of the general features. It was your boyfriend and he looked pretty young in the photo, maybe around high school age, but god, it was awful. “You actually had a mullet?” He broke out into snickers and you quickly followed as he tried to stabilize himself against the wall, his voice shaking from laughter, “I mean, business in the front, party in the back- It was nineteen eighty nine!” Once one of you caught your breath, your eyes would inevitably drift down to that damn photo and you would succumb yet again, the two of you laughing there until you had tears running down your faces.

Aunt Lynn excitedly passed you a tray of horderves- Ritz crackers with spray cheese on top- as you sat back down, “Oh, honey! You’re just in time!” Confused, you looked up to your boyfriend when he stood up with this little glin of anticipation in his eye as the people sitting in the center of the room cleared out, pushing away furniture to form a circle. A freckle faced kid at your feet took a cracker himself, making weird eye contact with you as he licked the cheese right off. Pushing aside all speculation, you shoved your cracker into your mouth. Not half bad.

Johnny stood with his stance wide and low at one end of the circle, starting up some friendly trash talk, “Hey, how’d your last tour go, Rodge?” Johnny’s cousin Rodger, the one that was a country musician, glared at him from the opposite side, “Yeah? Why don’t we talk about that last movie y’did?” Your boyfriend’s eye twitched and in an instant he was on him and the two started fighting like animals. Johnny had his hands around the other man’s neck as he swung his long legs up to try and pin him but his weight wasn’t enough leverage to take Rodger down. The whole room roared as a scene straight out of a backyard wrestling tape played out when Johnny was slammed onto the carpet, landing on his back hard enough to knock the wind out of him. On the side, someone started a count and Rodger leaned back, grinning as he held him down, “I think you lost your edge, Holl’awood.” Just as quickly, your boyfriend gasped, catching his breath with an exhausted smile. He slipped to one side and lunged forward with gritted teeth, throwing him into a headlock, “No way! You’re goin’ down, hoss.”

They went at it for maybe ten minutes and even you couldn’t help yourself from getting caught up in all the excitement, cheering and whooping with the rest of his family. “Ah! Uncle! Uncle!” Panting, Johnny tapped the ground next to him as a plea for mercy. You should’ve known- your boyfriend had a physique comparable to Gumby. Rodge pulled away with a smirk on his face, giving him a playful shove, “Always knew y’were a pussy, cuz. Love ya.” It was an oddly sweet moment between the two of them, even as Johnny sat up, coughing a little with a faint smile on his face as he got in one last jab, “Beatin’ me don’t mean shit. S’like beating a girl!”

And the night went on, with just as much laughing and drinking and bad behavior, but once midnight rolled around, people started peeling off. Johnny spent the later part of the evening clinging to your side, surprisingly sappy as he begged you to stay a while longer, “D’aww, c’mon…just one night won’t hurt.” Maybe you were more tipsy than you thought, judging from how nice that idea sounded. Sipping your rum punch- the one you got out of the big bowl with the ice ring of fruit- you giggled, laying your head on his shoulder,“I can’t…I gotta be at work t’morow!” You never knew your boyfriend to be a sentimental drunk but maybe coming home flipped some switch in him. Either that or you.

Johnny followed you like a lost dog as you got up to get your coat on, squeezing past the people trickling out the door, “But’cha gotta promise to call me, okay?” The headlights on the taxi you called shined bright in the darkness as it sat parked outside. You slipped your shoes on, “I promise!” As you were about to leave, someone stopped you in the doorway with a tap on your shoulder. It was of Johnny’s cousins. He grinned, pointing upward at the sprig of mistletoe hung above you, “Hey, mistletoe. You know what that means!”

“Yeah.” Your boyfriend chuckled, shoving him out of the way. Johnny looked down at you lovingly, wrapping his arms around you, his voice low as he nearly whispered an inch from your face, “I know exactly what that means.” Pulling you close, he dipped you, giving you a kiss like a soldier who just came back after the war. You didn’t even notice the cold that nipped at your skin as the onlookers inside whooped and hollered at the spectacle Johnny was putting on, kissing you with fervor, only pulling away an inch or two to catch his breath, the warm air between you turning into little puffs of white smoke as it began to snow.

#jackass #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville x reader #hhhnnnggg what I wouldn’t give to be eating divinity while I watch Johnny get his ass handed to him wrestling

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thebirdandthebee · 1 year

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Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

Wow! We’re already at 10 installments! I’m having so much fun writing this series, I hope you all area continuing to enjoy it!

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Page 10: Roommate

“Hi Roomie,” Vanessa pulled the front door open excitedly. Carmen’s grinned wildly, spanning from ear to ear as he stood in front of her, two duffels crossed his body, a backpack on his back and an empty canned tomato box in his hands.

“I’m here,” he was practically breathless.

Today, after 20 months of dating, Carmen was moving in.

To be fair, she was honestly surprised he had as much left at his place as he did. He’d been sleeping at her place 80% of the time, save for a few last nights at the restaurant and he couldn’t be happier to be adding twenty minutes onto his commute.

“Let me help,” she said, grabbing his box and leading the way into the apartment. “I cleaned out a bunch of space in the bathroom and closet,” she explained. “And I also emptied the shoe shelf in the guest room,” he’d follow her anywhere frankly.

Carmen made quick work of his things. He’d squared away his few toiletries while Vanessa got to work unpacking his clothes into the closet.

Heading over to the kitchen, he laid out his knife roll, a few pots and pans and a box full of his other tools. He had more items for the kitchen than anything else.

“You’re unpacked, but I wasn’t sure where you’d like two of your jackets, in the closet or the front hall,” Vanessa said, joining Carmen in the kitchen.

“I’m sure where they are is great,” he said, bringing her into his arms and holding her close.

“Sleepover every night,” she giggled conspiratorially. “M’gonna steal all your clothes.”

Carmen laughed, burying his face into her neck and inhaling the sweet smell of her.

They had been working out the logistics over the past few weeks – all bills would be split evenly. Vanessa would pay the HOA and they’d split her mortgage. When they got a car in the summer, they’d split the payment with Carmen paying the insurance and Vanessa paying the garage fee.

“It just feels like something exciting is starting,” Vanessa said, leaning up to kiss Carmen soundly.

“You’re the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me,” Carmen replied, holding her closely.

“What should we do? First day living together,” she sighed dreamily.

“Anything you want,” he replied.

“I’m a little hungry for some lunch and then maybe we can take a bath?” She asked, ‘s’chilly outside.” Carmen hadn’t taken a bath in probably 10 years, he figured he was due.

“Sure baby, what are you hungry for? I’ll make ya anything you want,” He said, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

“This might actually be more like a Chopped type of situation because I have no idea what’s even in the fridge,” she admitted, making him laugh.

“You did this on purpose, huh?” He asked.

“If you go for the ice cream maker, I’ll throw my panties at you,” she replied, causing them both to burst into laughter.

After a thorough inspection of the fridge and pantry, Carmen eyed enough items to make a good grilled cheese and tomato soup. Though he’d rather make it fresh, he wasn’t opposed to doctoring up a carton from Whole Foods.

“Don’t burn ‘em,” Carmen murmured, standing behind Vanessa as she watched the sandwiches dutifully, her spatula in hand. He pressed another kiss to her neck, grinning softly as he felt her goosebumps appear.

“Stop distracting me, I’m hungry,” she said, pushing her body back into his crotch. He held her hips in place before sliding one hand up her stomach to her breasts, cupping one gently and running his thumb back and forth over her nipple through her soft cotton T-shirt. “Carmy,” she whined, swatting at his hand with her spatula. He laughed, retreating and walking over to the fridge.

“Babe, you’ve got five kinds of bottled water, a Brita pitcher and a year’s worth of ginger ale in here,” he commented. “There’s more water than food.”

“I get thirsty!” Her voice went up an octave. He grabbed a can of ginger ale, pouring her a glass of water before she carefully flipped their sandwiches on the griddle. It wasn’t long until they were sitting at the kitchen island, Vanessa dunking her sandwich crusts into the soup. “Fuck Carm, this is so good,” she groaned.

“It’s not bad,” he agreed. He didn’t get to do it often, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt, but it was incredibly rewarding to cook for Vanessa.

“Baby, they’re amazing,” she replied, taking a bite of her sandwich and letting the cheese pull from her mouth.

It seemed that Carmen and Vanessa never left the honeymoon phase of their relationship – at least, it certainly felt that way as he watched her undress and join him in the steaming hot tub. She’d poured in some lavender crystals and just a bit of soap that made the water creamy and bubbly.

“C’mere,” she motioned with her finger, gesturing him over. He moved slowly and carefully, joining her on the other side of the tub. She guided him to rest his back against her chest and he melted into her embrace. “S’nice,” she whispered, kissing behind his ear. He mumbled in agreement, his eyelids heavy as he felt her breasts pressing against his back. He felt her move, and droplets of water hitting the bath before he felt a wet, warm presence on his skin. He dropped his head back against her shoulder as she ran a washcloth slowly across his chest and shoulders. “I love your little chest hair,” she whispered, running the cloth over the small patch between his pecs, “and these arms.”

Vanessa’s hand traveled down his chest to his stomach, where his toned stomach fluttered underneath her hand. She methodically dragged the cloth up and down his stomach and chest while she gently kissed his neck before fixating on one spot, sucking gently.

It took zero time for him to be fully hard, his pink tip just a few inches below the water line.

“Oh,” Vanessa murmured as he hand brushed against his erection. “Let me take care of you, Carmy.”

She set the drenched wash cloth on the edge of the tub before sliding her hand down his stomach yet again, circling his cock with her hand. He hissed at the initial touch, doing his best to keep from bucking in her hand.

Between the pressure of her fingers, the silky bath water, he breasts against his back and her lips, currently sucking his earlobe, he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven. All the pain, suffering, late nights, early mornings, verbal abuse and emotional turmoil was worth it if it lead him right to Vanessa and this moment.

She pumped him methodically, a choked groan releasing from his throat.

“It’s okay, baby,” Vanessa cooed in his ear. “I want you to cum,” she purred. Her other hand appeared from around the side of his hip, reaching down to cup his balls in her fingers, rolling them gently.

“Ness,” he gasped, hips stuttering at the feeling.

“Come on, Carm,” she whispered into his ear before repositioning to blow gently into the other. “You can do it, baby,” she encouraged. Carmen had tears in his eyes as he shot off into the water, his chest giving a soft hiccup.

“Fuck,” he hissed, hips stuttering again as she swiped her thumb over his tip.

“Good boy,” she murmured, causing his skin to prickle and hips to jerk once more. He melted back down into the water, turning to kiss her thoroughly. After kissing her nearly breathless, he rest his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” he said earnestly.

“I love you, too,” she smiled. “I can’t wait to do this with you for the rest of our lives,” she smiled.

“You proposin’?” He asked, nuzzling into her cheek.

“No, but making you aware,” she giggled, kissing him once again. “Think you can rinse me off in the shower? I’m all soapy.”

There was quite literally nothing else Carmen would rather do.

#carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x ofc #carmy smut #carmy fluff #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear #carmen berzatto fluff

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Facade Pt. 1

Oikawa x fem!reader

Fluff

Synopsis: Oikawa asks you to be his fake girlfriend, supposably to scare off fangirls...

A/N: I am describing Y/N as myself (🤪) because describing with all the details up in the air is hard and awkward. So just replace details with your own preference.

masterlist pt. 2

You barely know Oikawa Tooru, yet you are, standing completely dumbfounded, while he begs you to be his girlfriend. Let's rewind a bit, shall we?

{3 weeks ago}

You had history class with Oikawa. He sat behind you, constantly causing trouble. In fact, he got you in trouble several times, by passing notes and throwing paper. You were also the brand new manager of the volleyball team. He convinced you after class one day. How? You have no idea. Anyway, your class was assigned a group project and you and Oikawa were paired together. You guys decided to meet at a local cafe to go over the details of the project. Long story short, he messed around a lot, delaying the project, but you guys got it done. When he was paying attention, he was quite helpful. He is actually very smart; a lot smarter than people might think. Anyway, y’all presented the powerpoint in class and went on with your lives. However, that happened to be your first day as seijohs manager. You snuck into the gym in an attempt to go unseen, however someone noticed. As soon as you stepped foot into the gym, a loud cheery voice called out, “Y/N! Hey!” You winced at his the loud volume echoing through the room. You walked over and raised a weak wave.

“Boys! Gather round.” The coach yelled, “This is your new manager, Y/N.”

“Hey, thanks for helping out.” A guy with spiky hair and natural scowl said. The rest of the boys echoed a couple of yeah’s and thanks. Oikawa however slung his arm over your shoulder.

“I talked her into coming.” He smiled proudly.

The spiky haired guy grabbed Oikawa by the ear and dragged him away, “Stop trying to take credit for other peoples work!”

“Ow, I’m not,” he whined as he rubbed his ear. He mumbled under his breath, “You’re so mean.”

“Alright that’s enough. Back to practice!” Coach sent them back off to practice, while he taught you the ropes. And that was your first day. You’ve been manger for 2 weeks now and here we are

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You’ve talked with Oikawa a little more, but you didn’t know him on a personal level. Yet, as you go to walk out of the gym, Oikawa stops you.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” It is just the two of you in gym. Oikawa always stays late after practice. You aren’t sure why, but you always stay little later with him. Maybe it’s because you want to clean and lock up when he’s done (of course he goes a lot later than you stay).

Or maybe you hope that one night he won’t over work himself...

Anyway, you look at him, confused, “Uh, yeah sure.”

He looks away, standing tall, trying to look confident. However it’s clear he just wants to avoid eye contact, “So, I have a small favor to ask of you.”

“Um, okay?”

“Well, you know valentines day is coming up and of course the girls completely swarm me,” he sighs, as if it’s some great burden to be loved by everyone, “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to pretend to be my girlfriend for a little while, just through valentines day of course.”

You practically choke on air at his request, “I’m sorry?!”

He finally looks you in the eye, “Oh come on, it’s nothing fancy, just keep up a facade you know.”

“Why do you need me? Wouldn’t you lose your precious fangirls?”

“That’s the point. February is such an overwhelming month. Girls try to give me things and crowd me anywhere I go.”

“Don’t they do that anyway?”

“I mean more than usual. It’s so annoying. I can’t even come to practice in peace.”

“Wow, the great Oikawa Tooru being annoyed by attention. Who would have thought.”

He dramatically gasps, “How rude. You’ve been hanging out with Iwa-chan too much”

You roll your eyes, “Look Oikawa, I don’t know. It seems like a lot.”

“Come on, please Y/N,” He whines, hands clasped together like a child begging for a puppy, “It’s just for a little while. It will keep the girls off of me. Plus it’ll get my parents off my back and-“ His eyes widen, realizing his mistake.

“Oh, so this isn’t just about too much attention. You want to please your parents?”

“Well, I mean yeah, that’s a plus.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously.

“Oikawa! What are they gonna say when this little charade is up? Huh? How long did you plan on making me keep it up? What do I even get out of this anyway?”

“Y/N please! It’s just for a month I swear. Just to get them off my back for a little while. Please, I need you.” He is now on his knees, pleading, “I’ll buy you coffee every morning. I’ll bring you flowers and pay for meals. Uh, I can walk you home? Please, I’m begging you.”

You think about it for a minute. You feel bad, because you understand the feeling of everyone being on you for being single. Plus, the fangirls can be overwhelming, even for him. But lying for a whole month to everyone? Ugh, you don’t know what to do! A month isn’t that long, right? And him paying for meals and coffee does sound nice. Screw it, “Fine.”

“Really? Oh my gosh thank you, thank you!” He springs up from the floor, bowing profusely.

“But only if you stop overworking yourself.”

He stops, looking confused by your request, “Uh, what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. No more staying super late at the gym, working yourself to the bone. Get proper sleep and food. When I leave the gym, you leave with me, got it?”

His eyes dart back and forth between the floor and the wall behind you, “But-but I need to practice.”

You cross your arms, “Fine, then I guess you’ll have to find another fake girlfriend.” You turn to start to leave.

“Wait! Wait, fine. I won’t stay late anymore.” He hangs his head, almost in shame.

“Good. Then I guess we have a deal.” You both shake hands, “Now clean up and go home.”

“What?! Why do I have to clean up?”

“Because you were the one who made the mess. Now hurry up, I’m tired.”

He mumbles something unintelligible under his breath and starts cleaning up the gym. When he’s done you both walk home together. And that is how you started “dating” the famous Oikawa Tooru.

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Avatar:TLA (Part 4)

Request: None

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Summary: The Great Divide

Warnings: none?

A/N: Repost!

Word Count: 2K+

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Sokka grumbled from inside the tent. You watched as it rocked back and forth, before it seemed to spit Sokka out. Katara walked forward, her arms holding sticks.

“Um, aren’t you forgetting the tarp?”

“Right. Got it.” He replied, throwing the rolled up tarp into the net. You raised an eyebrow.

“Sokka, you’re supposed to put the tarp on top of the tent. Ya know, so we don’t get rained on.”

“Ordinarily you’d be right. But seeing how it’s the dry season, you’re not. Besides, that tarp makes a pretty warm blanket.” He retorted.

“But what if it does rain?” She questioned.

“What if it doesn’t? I don’t want to put the tarp up for nothing.”

Katara stomped, like a three-year-old. “Urgh! You’re infuriating!”

“Katara, why don’t you worry about gathering the firewood, because that kindling is looking pretty sorry.”

“Well, if you don’t like my firewood-” She cut herself off, throwing the sticks at her brother, who stood.

“Fine by me! If you’re not going to do your job-” Sokka cut himself off as well, pulling a rope on the tent, making it collapse. Your jaw dropped in shock and anger. Aang walked over.

“Okay, I got the grub if you guys got the-” Aang cut himself off, seeing the disaster. “Hey, where’s the campfire? And what happened to the tent?”

“Why don’t you ask miss-know-it-all? Queen of the twigs?” Sokka said, arms crossed, back facing his sister.

“Oh, yeah? Well you’re mister-lazy-bum. King of the….tents?” Katara retorted lamely. You and Aang shared a look.

“Listen guys, harsh words won’t solve problems. Action will. Why don’t you just switch jobs?” Aang advised. Your eyes brightened at his idea.

“Sounds good.” Katara agreed.

“Whatever.” Sokka replied, dismissively.

“You see that? Settling feuds and making peace. All in a day’s work for the Avatar.” Aang declared.

“Aang, I hate to break it to you, but a small sibling argument is hardly and practice for the real world. Siblings fight all the time.” You informed. “It’s not like it’s a nation war, or even a tribe war.”

Suddenly, a noise was heard. You and the young Avatar turned, seeing Appa and Momo fighting over a fruit. Well, more accurately, Appa was holding the fruit in place with one finger(?) while Momo was trying desperately to get it. Momo seemed to give up and leave, but when Appa went to eat it, Momo grabbed the fruit and gave it to Aang, who cut it into two pieces, one significantly larger than the other.

Appa gladly ate his piece, while Momo seemed less-than-thrilled.

“Come on, Momo. That’s fair. Appa’s got five stomachs.” Aang informed.

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“There it is, guys.” Aang said. “The Great Divide.”

You were looking at a rather large canyon.

“Wow. I could just stare at it forever.” Katara mused.

“Okay. I’ve seen enough.” Sokka said.

“How can you not be fascinated, Sokka? This is the largest canyon in the entire world.” Katara voiced.

“Then I’m sure we’ll be able to see it very clearly from the air while we fly away.” Sokka said, tugging on Appa’s reigns. Suddenly a man rushed forward.

“Hey, if you’re looking for the canyon guide, I was here first!” He declared.

“Actually you weren’t, we were. And no, we weren’t looking for the canyon guide.” You said, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Ooh! Canyon guide! Sound informative.” Katara gushed. You rolled your eyes.

“And boring. Don’t forget boring.” You added.

“Believe me, he’s more than a tour guide. He’s an earthbender. And the only way in and out of the canyon is with his help.” The man said. Sokka appeared behind him and opened and closed his hand, mocking how much the man talks.

“And he’s taking my tribe across, next!” The man finished, casting a look at Sokka, who ceased his actions.

“Calm down, we know you’re next.”

“You wouldn’t be calm if the firenation destroyed your home and forced you to flee!” The man retorted. “My whole tribe has to walk thousands of miles to the capital city of Ba Sing Se.”

“You’re a refugee.” Katara mused. The man let out a humorless laugh.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

It was silent for a few moments until drums were heard. Everyone turned and saw several people wearing reds and browns, making their way over.

“Is that your tribe?” Katara asked. You doubted it.

“It most certainly is not. That’s the Zhang tribe. A bunch of low-life thieves. They’ve been the enemies of my tribe for a hundred years.” He whistled. “Hey, Zhang’s! I’m saving a spot for my tribe, so don’t even think about stealing it!”

A large woman walked forward.

“Where are the rest of the Gan Jin? Still tiding up their campsite?” She mocked.

“Yes. But they sent me ahead of them to hold a spot!”

“I didn’t know the canyon guide took reservations.” She said, crossing her arms.

“Of course you didn’t. That’s the ignorance I’d expect from a messy Zhang. So unorganized and so ill prepared for a journey.”

The rest of the Zhang tried booed. You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. Suddenly the ground shook and everyone turned, seeing boulders shake. They were moved, revealing an elderly man, wearing green clothes. He had a white mustache, and wore a straw hat atop his head. He dusted himself off before speaking.

“Sorry about the wait, youngsters.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

“Who’s ready to cross this here, canyon?” He asked, gesturing behind him.

“Uh. One of them, I think.” Katara spoke, pointing to the previously bickering people. The man you’d met rushed forward.

“I was here first! My party’s on their way!”

“I can’t guide people who aren’t here.” The earthbender spoke. The Zhang tribe marched forward.

“Guess you guys will have to make the trip tomorrow.” The leader said.

“Wait! Here they come!” The man said, pointing to his tribe.

“You’re not seriously going to cave into these spoiled Gan Jin’s?! I mean, we’re refugees, too! And we’ve got sick people that need shelter.” The leader of the Zhang’s told the guide.

“I, uh. Well.” He stuttered.

“We’ve got old people who are weary from traveling!” The scout said.

“Sick people get priority over old people!” The leader of the Zhang’s argued.

“Maybe you Zhang’s wouldn’t have so many sick people if you weren’t such slobs.” The leader of the Gan Jin’s retorted.

“If you Gan Jin’s weren’t so clean, maybe you wouldn’t live to be so old!” She retorted. They continued arguing as you leaned down to Aang’s height.

“Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, Aang. Just another day for the Avatar, right?” You whispered.

“A fight over chores is one thing, these people have been feuding for a hundred years.” He replied. Katara stepped forward.

“Everyone listen up! This is the Avatar-”

You face palmed. Why does she have to say that to everyone?

“-I’m sure that if you give him a chance he’ll come up with a compromise to make everyone happy.”

Silence followed, awaiting Aang’s decision.

“Uh. You could share the earthbender and travel together?” Aang offered, though it was more of a question. The leader of the Gan Jin’s spoke first.

“Absolutely not. We’d rather be taken by the firenation than travel with those stinking thieves.”

“We wouldn’t travel with you pompous fools, anyway!”

More arguing broke out until Aang lost it.

“All right, here’s the deal! You’re all going down together and Appa will fly your sick and elderly across! Does that seem fair!?” He shouted. The leaders nodded and Aang smiled.

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You, Aang, Katara and Sokka all helped load the people on Appa’s saddle. Aang patted his head.

“Sorry, Appa. You’re going to have to do this on your own.”

“Aang, this feuding tribe stuff is serious business.” Sokka said. “Are you sure it’s a good idea getting involved in this?”

“To tell the truth, I’m not sure.” Aang replied. “But when have I ever been?”

Katara stepped forward and placed her hand on Aang’s shoulder.

“He’s the Avatar, Sokka. Making peace between people is his job.”

“He’s also twelve.” You voiced, crossing your arms.

“His job’s going to make us cross this whole thing on foot, isn’t it?” Sokka asked, dismissing your comment.

“Okay. Now comes the bad news.” The guide said, walking forward. “No food allowed in the canyon. It attracts dangerous predators.” He said, making a crawling motion with his fingers for emphasis. The tribes yelled in uproar. The guide wasn’t sorry, though.

“Aww. You babies can go a day without food. Would you rather be hungry, or dead?” He asked, before bending a pillar so he stood atop it. He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Now we’re heading down in ten minutes! All food better be in your gut, or in the garbage!”

Everyone pulled out their food and started eating. The Zhang tribe tore into their meat, ribbing the cooked flesh from the bone, while the Gan Jin tribe used chopsticks and napkins. Aang floated up to Appa’s saddle.

“Appa’s going to take good care of you until you get there.” He informed the passengers before floating down. “See you on the other side, buddy.”

“Hey, Aang?”

Aang turned. “Yes, Y/n?”

“Do you want me to go with them? I can look out for them and keep them out of trouble.” You offered. Aang stood in silence for a few moments, holding his chin, thinking it over.

“It might be a good idea. I’m sure we can manage without you.” Aang assured.

“Oh, I have no doubt of that.” You remarked, climbing up Appa and sitting at his head. You took ahold of the reigns. “Appa, yip yip.” You instructed. Appa rose into the air and flew off. Aang, Katara and Sokka watched you leave before something dawned on Aang.

“Wait-”

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You flew over the canyon, enjoying the view. Your passengers remained silent, which you were grateful for. You gave them all food and water when they needed it, and everything was as it should be. Well, almost. Your friends weren’t there, but you were sure they were fine. You landed Appa on the other side of the canyon at about sunset. You told the people to get some sleep, as you would keep watch, remembering what the guide said about dangerous animals.

You stayed up all through the night, but nothing came. You did, however, see two little lights, flickering in the distance. You sighed, wishing you were a firebender. You could teach Aang, and actually do something useful for the gaang, the world, even. You placed your chin on your forearms, resting on your bent knees and let out a sigh.

You bended some water out of your canteen and watched as it floated around you. Delicate and graceful, but if provoked, can be deadly. Just like Katara. Another reminder that she’s helping Aang, and not you. You knew you shouldn’t feel this way. You thought back to your adventures.

You didn’t really help when you met them, when everyone was fighting over the waterbending scroll. Sokka saved the town when you met the Freedom Fighters.

Maybe you were being too hard on yourself. You’ve only been here for really, one disaster. You were only half there for the scroll. Come to think of it, you were only half there for the town, too. You pulled out a trinket that the couple that helped you slipped into your pack. It was a little badgermole, no doubt made with their son’s own earthbending. You felt terrible that they’d given it to you. They didn’t know you, and they gave you something from their only son. You didn’t understand it. You became so confused and frustrated that you almost threw the darn thing in anguish. You would have never gotten it back, and the couple would have given it to you for nothing. You gripped onto the small statue more firmly, before putting it back where it belonged. Well, in your pack. It belonged to those lovely people.

You stood as you paced back and forth, muttering to yourself. You hadn’t even noticed the puddles forming at your feet at first. But when you did you stopped and looked down. Confused, you looked to the sky. It wasn’t raining. You touched your cheek. You hadn’t been crying. Your eyebrows pinched together as you bent down and touched the water. It was just water. You could have sworn they weren’t there before. You finally just guessed that there was a hole in the ground, or something, and the water was rising.

You turned and watched the sunrise, wanting your friends to get here, and get this nightmare over with. You waited a few hours, and the people you were escorting awoke. You fed them, and provided a little water, and waited to see a large group of people.

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It was several hours later when you saw figures. They were like specs, but they were moving funny. Definitely not human. You pulled the water from the puddles that you unknowingly caused, and readied it as a weapon. More tiny figures jumped from the creatures, before the creatures scurried back down the canyon.

The figures where growing closer, and you recognized it as the party. You relaxed your stance as the water fell, and splashed your ankles and feet. You climbed on Appa’s tail and began helping the people out.

When you got everyone down, Aang was finished telling a story about two kids, and a ball, and a game, or some nonsense like that. However, the tribes weren’t arguing, so you considered it a win.

Aang walked over to Appa and hugged his head. “Good to see ya, boy. Did ya miss me?”

“I cannot thank you enough, Avatar.” The leader of the Gan Jin spoke honestly. Aang turned around, covered in slobber.

“Well, you know. I try.”

The man cringed and walked back over to the tribes. Something was said that you didn’t catch, but everyone cheered and walked away as one. The guide limped after them.

“Wait! I’m coming, too! I’m sick of this place!”

You pointed. “What happened to him?”

“Long story.” Sokka replied with a shrug before turning to Aang. “That’s some luck you knew Jin Wei and Wei Jin.”

“You could call it luck….or you could call it lying.” Aang replied, a tiny hint of mischief and evil in his voice.

“What?” Sokka asked, confused.

“Did I miss something?” You asked.

“We’ll tell you later.” Katara whispered.

“I made the whole thing up.” Aang confessed.

“You. Did. Not. That is so wrong.” Katara voiced, though she clearly wasn’t very upset.

“Now where’s that custard tart? I’m starving.” Aang informed. You raised an eyebrow, before shaking your head. You climbed atop Appa’s saddle and watched as Aang dug through the food.

“I may or may not have given that to the people I was escorting.” You admitted. Aang groaned, floating up and landing on Appa as well.

“We’ll starve!”

“Don’t be so dramatic. We still have bread and what not.” You said, handing each of them a loaf. You hadn’t eaten, but you weren’t hungry. You took Appa’s reigns and gave them a light flick.

“Yip yip.”

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A/n: My gosh, I hated this episode. XD

#Avatar: The Last Airbender #Avatar: The Last Airbender x reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #My works #Mara's works #fanfiction #A:TLA #A:TLA x reader #Zuko x reader

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An Actress Life - Chapter 17

warnings: rude!alan, Jensen’s mom is a sweetheart, hurt!reader, crying, angry!Jensen

word count: 1,887

A/N: sorry for being so inactive loves, but I have Covid and wasn’t feeling so well

They arrive at his parents' house, Jensen parks in the driveway and she gets out of the car.

"Okay, I don't know why, but I'm kinda nervous." She says with a nervous and awkward laugh. "Why that?" He asks with a small frown.

"You know, they love you." He adds softly. She gives him a weak smile and he takes her hand and leads her to the front door.

He rings the doorbell and his mom Donna opens it. "Oh gosh, y/n. So good to see you." She says happily and she smiles slightly at her, then Donna pulls her into a warm hug. She hugs Donna back as well, feeling calm as Donna rubs her back. She quashes Y/N's cheek gently before pulling away to give her son a hug as well. "Now, come in." She says happily and gestures them in. They follow her into the living room to greet Mac and Josh.

"Y/n so good to see you, really." He gives her a reassuring smile. Is it that obviously that I'm nervous? "Guys, dinner is served." Donna says softly and they all go into the dining room. Y/N sits down next to Jensen and Mac. Josh, Donna and Alan across from them.

The food always smells so good, Y/N loves her cooking. "Donna the food smells so good." Y/N says happily with a smile, while Donna places the food on the table.

"Thanks sweetie." She says squeezing your shoulder and sits down.

Everyone starts putting food on their plates, after that they begin eating. "Why are you back with my son although you cheated on him?" Alan suddenly speaks up and Y/N chokes on her food. "Wh-What?" She asks in shock with wide eyes and looks at Jensen, who's eyes are widened as well.

"Dad, seriously?" Jensen says with a clenched jaw. "I'm just asking, I don't want my son to be with someone who's cheating on him." Alan says with shrug. "Okay, wow, Alan I thought we both were happy that they're back together." Donna shakes her head in disbelief, feeling slightly ashamed.

Y/N looks at Jensen to see how disappointed he is of his father. She doesn't know, if she should leave or stay. She's also hurt about how his father is thinking of her. Did Jensen never tell them the truth?

Maybe Jensen and she shouldn't be back together- "Dad." Jensen says firmly and rips her out of her thoughts, making her blink. "She never cheated on me." "It's that what she's telling you?" Those words hit more than she thought.

"That's enough!" Mac shouts at Alan. "Honey, please stop crying." Donna says and stands up from her chair. Y/N hasn't even realized that tears have welled up in her eyes. Donna walks behind her and pats her shoulders gently.

"Everything will be fine, I absolutely support your relationship with Jensen." She whispers into her ear and hugs her from behind. "Dad, I love her! She was and is the only one that makes me happy." Jensen says firmly and honestly. "I know that." Donna says softly and puts her other hand on Jensen's shoulder.

"At least one of my parents." Jensen scoffs in disbelief. "Joanna was better for you." Alan says and looks coldly at Y/N. "That's enough!" Jensen and Donna say. Jensen stands up and throws his napkin on the plate in anger.

"I'm sorry mum, I'm not hungry anymore." He says with an apologetic smile and goes into the backyard to get some fresh air. Leaving her all alone. Great. "Dad what is wrong with you? I- we thought you like her." Josh says confused. "I do, but after what she did to him." "You want to know the truth?" Y/N speaks up and everyone looks at her. Tears streaming down her cheeks. "I already know the truth." He says while eating a piece of his food.

"I think you don't." Mac says. "Honey speak." Donna says. "I made mistakes, that's true. I'm not gonna deny that. At this time, when Jensen and I broke up, it wasn't feeling right anymore and I didn't think we should stay together anymore. It felt like a must, because of the press and the internet. We didn't see each other often, but-but I loved and still do love him...so much. I've never cheated on him, yes I met someone, but we never kissed or had sex. Nothing. I felt unwanted and unneeded-" She rambles on and chokes on a sob.

"She felt that way because of me." Jensen interrupts her, leaning against the doorframe. "But you were going to purpose to her, didn't you?" Alan asks with a frown. "Yeah, but I didn't notice how I made her feel or how I treated her I was most of the time irritated about everything. I noticed that after she told me that she wanted to end the relationship. She went to this guy, yes it's true, but it was after everything ended." Jensen continues. "To be honest, at first I thought she cheated on me, but Jared and Gen told me about everything, after I kept saying she betrayed me. When you know Jared and Gen, you know, they never lie."

"But when you felt this way-" he looks at her "-why are you back together?" Alan asks confused. "I got a job offer of Supernatural. When started I thinking about Jensen then, I realized I still had feelings for him. I thought I was over him, but I wasn't. Jensen and I met up and talked about everything. While we talked about everything, I noticed that it still feels like those years ago. He told me, he never stopped loving me. That's when we decided we should give us another try." She explains and looks at her hand in her lap.

"But it's okay, if you still don't trust me."

"Look, I'm really sorry-" She looks up and doesn't trust her ears as she hears him apologizing "-I-I didn't know the truth. I thought it was because our son-" he points at Jensen "-told us so."

"Hey, it's not his fault. Who would ever thought they would get back together?" Josh asks.

"Exactly, nobody." He adds. "Also Dad, since when do you believe in rumours from the press?" Josh asks with a raised eyebrow. "I really don't know." Alan says rubbing his temple,

Donna and the rest look at Alan, while Y/N looks at her hands. 'Now apologize.' Donna mouths to him. "Y/N, I guess I have to apologize." "You guess?" Jensen scoffs.

"It's okay, I guess I would have reacted the same way." She says with a weak smile. "Really? So you're not mad at me?" He asks. "No, already forgotten." She looks at her hands before giving Alan a weak smile. Jensen gazes at her, knowing she's lying.

He knows, it's definitely not okay. She's hurt, but he also knows she respects his parents. She would never say anything, that's rude or inappropriate. "Okay, the good vibes are gone now." Mac chuckles. "Seems like that." Y/N smiles at her. "Mum, thanks for dinner, but I think it's better when y/n/n and I leave now." Jensen says softly.

"Thanks Donna." Y/N says softly and hugs her, Josh and Mac. "I hope we see us next time under better circumstances." Donna says softly while they're making their way down the hallway to the front door. Y/N gives her a small smile. "Bye." She says one last time, before leaving the house and entering the car. Jensen does the same. Before he starts the car he looks at her and searching for her eyes, but she avoids looking at him. "You're okay?" "Yeah." She brushes it off.

"Can we just head home?" She adds. He doesn't say anything and starts the engine in response.

During the drive home they don't talk much, it's a real odd situation. "Can you stop being so...quiet?" He says while they arrive at their driveway. "Jens, what do you expect from me?" She looks at him for the first time and unbuckles her seatbelt. "I-I don't know, that you're not mad at me?" She sighs and reaches for his hand.

"Jay, I know it's not your fault we both thought both your parent are okay with that. Your mom was-is, but your dad-" she takes her hand away and looks at her lap "-your dad isn't okay with that. Yeah, maybe he apologized, but he sees me as the bitch, who cheated on his son. It hurts, that your dad doesn't like me anymore. It's an odd situation, Jensen. You know the truth and you also know I love you so so much, but maybe I am not the-"

"The right woman for me?" He scoffs and completes her sentence. "Yeah, I don't wanna be a wife, your dad doesn't like. It-it-" she chokes on a sob "-it breaks my heart even thinking about that, we just-" she's interrupted by Jensen's lips on hers. His hands cup her face and kisses her gently as her hand find its place on his neck.He stops and rests his forehead against hers.

"Please don't say that, I- I don't want to loose you ever again. Never." She looks into his green orbs and can't help but smile. "My mom, sister and brother are happy for me and to be honest for me it's more important, that my mom supports us than my father." He shrugs and smiles at me.

"Y/n/n, I love you more than everything. Since I got you back I'm the happiest man alive. You're the woman I want to marry, to have kids, a family with." He gives her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Are you really sure about that I am the right one?" She asks him just above a whisper. "Don't you ever doubt that. You're making me a lucky man." He says with a laugh. She smiles slightly.

"Let's finally head inside." He adds and brings her hand to his lips and kiss it softly. She gets out of the car and walks to the front door. Jensen unlocks the door and she steps in. She kicks her shoes off, before both go upstairs into the bedroom, she changes into some comfy clothes and lies down on the bed.

He lies down next to her and looks at her with a frown. "About what are you thinking?" He asks. "About a lot-" she cuddles into his chest and he wraps his arm around her waist "-about what happened, about-" she lets out a sob "-about that fans hate me for being with you, these letters, the girl on the airport, about what has happened an hour ago. It's-" she takes a deep breath "it's too much to handle for me lately." She cries into his chest and fist his t-shirt in her hand. "Shhh." He strokes her head gently.

He hates seeing her this way, after a few minutes she cried herself to sleep. He takes his phone from the nightstand and opens Twitter. He has enough of how she's feeling, she's been treated like shit, although she hasn't done anything.

He tweets:

Read next part here!

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insomuse · 1 year

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Things said and done at work throughout the week because why not…….. ft. TWST Chars.+My OCs.

Part 1/??

I want a break from planning and writing things soo, you get my everyday type convos/quotes at work that I remember… also- any TWST Staff is in place of my supervisors🧍🏾— I may, possibly, also do the characters/OCs said and done in my household.... mayybe

Warnings: slight NSFW because my friends/co-workers are unhinged in the early mornings..

Leona, lounging: Wow, you’re doing such an amazing job. That’s more than I ever see you do.

Sol, literally marking and sorting things: I literally do more work than you!

Leona, grinning: That’s what I make you think.

Ruggie, putting the things away: By sitting there and hardly picking up a thing?

Leona: Stop gaslighting me.

Sol and Ruggie: HUH!?

Floyd, holding and staring at a small but very heavy box: What happens if I throw this at Trein.

Sol: Please don’t. Because I know you’ll blame me instantly and I’m gonna have to break your dick.

Floyd, chuckling: Kinky little shit.

Dolion, excitedly pointing: OH! It’s the cum bucket!

Kairo, baffled as he is holding said object: the…… WHAT!? Why are you you calling it that!?

Dolion, now unsure how to proceed: Because….. it’s… shaped like…. A wenis?

Kairo: … It does not.

Dolion, making weird motions with his hands: and weird sloshy-slosh.

Kairo: Sloshy- Slo- Don’t talk to me for the rest of this shift.

Ace: Piss hard enough and we can be power washers.

Deuce, intrigued: We can??

Ace, becoming excited: YEAH!! But you gotta push hard, like pushing a baby!

Deuce: isn’t pushing babies painful?

Ace: for women maybe, but not guys.

Deuce, shocked: Guys push babies too!??

Ace: YEAH, THOSE SPECIAL GUYS! You know?? The uh…. What are they called? Transporters! Yeah!

Deuce: THAT’S SO COOL!

Sol, whispering to Yuu and Grim: They’re a bit confused but they got spirit.

Yuu, snorting and whispering back: It’s the thought that counts.

Azul: We could make life easier by making a deal.

Sol, intrigued: What kinda deal?

Azul, smiling: Yes.

And he walks away, leaving Sol extremely confused.

Sol: I hate it here so much…

Crowley: No you don’t ! It’s great here!

Sol: You’re only saying that to make yourself feel better…

Crowley, sighing: Yeah… A little.

Sol, minding his business and swaying his hips in place:

Idia: Why are you thrusting?

Sol, confused: I’m not? I’m trying to keep warm!

Idia: by thrusting the air??

Sol, frustrated: this is not thrusting??

Idia: IT IS!?? THIS! *terribly mimics Sols motion* IS THRUSTING.

Sol: This is a hate crime. Never do that again, you uncooked tortilla. *walks away to go work on something else*

Idia: UNCOO— WHAT!??!

Sol: Imagine being 20, that’s so old. Who manages to live that long?

Kairo: Didn’t you just turn 20?

Sol, staring directly into his eyes: I’m talking about you.

Kairo: But yo—

Sol: Shut.

Vargas: What’s good sunshine!?

Sol: sh, shh, shhhhhhh~ it’s too early for that. Go try that again on someone else. Shoo.

Vargas: But… you are sunshine? 🤔

Sol: Not today. I do not tolerate it today- I’m not masking today.

Vargas: What? Masking? Are you-

Sol: What? You hear something? I think Crewel is calling for me, BYE!

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twisted wonderland original character #twst #twst original character #twst oc #Twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland reader insert #Insom quotes

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ladylooch · 1 month

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Omg please we need Connor the little gossip to rock up at Davids demanding the tea aha ☠️

Connor waits a few days before he goes over to David’s apartment. Just until he is sure he has returned to his place from Mack’s. He had heard from his wife that Mack was back to work yesterday. Connor whistles in the hallway as he walks down to David’s unit from the elevator. He knocks on the door, then waits for it to open. When it does, David is shirtless in his unit, out of breath, wiping at sweat on his body with a towel.

“Oh, Mack here? I can come back.” Connor jerks his thumb over his shoulder.

“Yeah, that would be great.” David goes to shut the door but then opens it back up again. “I just got back from a run.”

“Thanks for the invite, fucker.”

"Not my fault you're a slug." David responds, leaving the door open as he walks away to grab a glass of water. He literally just stepped foot back in his apartment when Connor knocked, so he is desperate for some moisture.

“So what are your intentions with my sister in law other than poking her with your Godzilla dick?" David spits out water all over the kitchen.

“Jesus.” David grumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Wanna get right to it, huh?"

"I mean, that's how it started isn't it." David licks his lips, contemplating.

"I guess, yeah." Connor laughs, sitting down at David's counter. "I don't know. I just like her. What's not to like?"

"Dude, she didn't like you the second she met you. How did you win her over?" Connor's look to David is incredulous.

"When I figure it out, I'll let you know." David laughs. "One day she was calling me a creep and the next she was launching at me through that door." He points over to the front door. "I wasn't gonna turn her down."

"What about now?"

"What about it?"

"That all she is now?"

"No." David says firmly, sighing heavily. "But she's... complicated. Gotta go slow or I'll spook her."

"Miniscule steps, man." Connor agrees, eyes serious. "She has walls higher than any empire could build." David nods. He knows this well. Sometimes it's one step forward and two steps back with her. Weirdly enough, he hopes with them both leaving New York this week for separate places, that will help keep them connected with these new, official titles.

"She is coming to Iowa at the end of July. Gonna show her farmer Davey."

"Really?" Connor's eyebrows dash up his forehead. "Wow. I'm gonna need some video evidence of that girl smelling the cow shit in the air."

"She won't look any different than when she's looking at me in front of you." David jokes. Connor laughs.

"Ahhhhhh, you know what, there will never be a dull moment with her. She will keep you on your toes. Might need a suit of armor to fight with her though. Massive cup." David grins.

"Don't worry about me. I know how to tame the warrior in her."

"That involve your massive dic-"

"-OKAY!" David yells. "Get out. She's on her way over. I'm dripping sweat and need to get in the shower." He throws a balled up paper towel at his D partner.

"Alright. Enjoy your sex." Connor waves as he heads to the door.

David chuckles, gulping down more water. He needs it for what he has planned for Ms. Mackenzie Hischier.

#mackdavid au

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aspiringhorrorauthor · 2 years

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GX Month- The Past

On the final boat out of Duel Academy, Jim, Jesse and Axel run into some familiar faces. Or at least, familiar to one of them

For @gxmonth

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41403294/chapters/105251439

“Hey guys, you’ll never guess what I found.”

They’d spent the morning lazing by the boat’s pool, watching Shirley enjoy a swim while Jim threw items for her to collect and bring back to him. On the list of things Axel wanted to do with his life, ‘playing fetch with a crocodile’ wasn’t high on the list, but maybe it should’ve been. Shirley hadn’t been exactly careful with how she surfaced and now all three of them, Jim, Jesse, and Axel, were thoroughly soaked. Jim had offered to go grab some towels while they continued to play with Shirley, and had returned with something else.

“What is it?” Jesse asked, about to throw one of the toys and pausing. Shirley waited patiently. For now.

“Another card packet, I thought we’d opened them all yesterday, but apparently not,” Jim waved the packet, throwing the towel a brought at Axel, who caught it with a thanks. “Question is, who gets to open it?”

“If you found it in your room, it’s probably yours,” Axel suggested, standing up and walking away from the edge of the pool so he could start to dry himself.

“We’ve all spent the same amount of time in there, it could be anyone’s,” Jim rebutted. “Jesse? Do you want to make a claim while we’re arguing?”

Jesse opened his mouth to speak, only for Shirley to fling herself at him from the pool, trying to grab the toy from his hands. Her strong jaws wrenched it out of his grip easily, and he didn’t let go in time to not topple over into the water with her. With a yell of surprise, Jim dropped the towels and the packet of cards, rushing to make sure Jesse was fine.

He surfaced quickly, breaking into a laugh almost as soon as he did so. Shirley nudged him with the tip of her snout before swimming away, toy still in her mouth. Jim leant down and offered Jesse a hand to get out of the pool, but Jesse pushed himself out instead. “Well, I guess I won’t need a shower tonight,” Jesse laughed, standing up and wringing his shirt out.

“Shirley!” Jim yelled after her. She swam to the surface, locking eyes with him. “Now, that wasn’t nice. We don’t pull people into pools, do we?” He asked. Shirley gave a low rumble and dove back under the water. “Hey! We weren’t done talking, girl!”

“It’s alright Jim, I think I was holding onto her toy too long. It’s my fault really,” Jesse assured him. Axel threw another dry towel at Jesse, but with how soaked his clothes were there wasn’t much point to it. He rolled up his sleeves and tried to dry his hands off, and then his hair, at least.

“Go on, you take the packet of cards,” Jim offered as Axel handed it over. “Since Shirley ruined your clothes.”

“Oh, they’ll dry,” Jesse assured him, but took the packet anyway and opened it, checking through the cards one by one. “There’s no secret rares in here, you’ll be glad to know,” he laughed, flicking through the cards quickly. “But hey, here’s sakaretsu armour, you’ve got that one in your deck, right Jim? Oh.”

“Sure do,” Jim agreed, but Jesse suddenly seemed distracted by something, staring intently at the empty air beside him as if there was something there.

“Sorry, I must’ve missed you there,” Jesse greeted, smiling warmly at whoever was apparently stood there. He flicked through the cards to a particular one which he put on top of the pile. “It’s nice to meet you though, I swear I’ve duelled against your card before.”

Axel caught the corner of Jim’s eye, who gave him back an equally befuddled look. It wasn’t the first time they’d seen Jesse talking to duel spirits, but it never stopped being strange. And feeling awkward, like listening to one side of a phone call.

“Really?” Jesse asked, looking amazed. “Wow! What great luck! If you’d been here any later, you might not have found him, or gotten me to be able to pass you on.” Jesse turned away from the thin air and looked instead at Axel, “Isn’t that right, hero?”

Jesse said it in a half-joking tone, but the title struck at Axel’s memory, of unending fear and the one bright spot in those horrible nightmares. Jim looked completely out of the loop. Jesse cringed, “I can’t tell him that!”

“Tell him what?” Jim asked, looking between Axel and Jesse. “I’m afraid you’ve lost me, mate.”

Jesse held out the top two cards from the packet to Axel with a smile. “They want you to have them, Axel. Guess we both lucked out here, huh?”

Axel took the cards, already half-knowing who Jesse was talking to, and yet not ready to believe it, until he saw a soft, friendly, familiar face staring back at him from the top card. Maiden of the Aqua. “She says she’s thankful for what you did, and she’s glad to see you’re safe. She heard what had happened at the castle, but when she heard that some people had apparently been trapped rather than killed and were sent elsewhere, she held out hope you were among them.” Jesse relayed, while Axel listened, dumbfounded, still staring at the all-too-familiar face on the card. There was no doubt Jesse was telling the truth, no one spoke of what happened in Dark World, and yet he knew every detail. “Oh, and the other three are currently dancing around your head, they suit you!” Jesse laughed. Axel fanned out the card behind the Maiden. Dancing Fairies.

“Thanks Jesse,” Axel said softly, unsure what else to say. “It’s nice to see you again, Maiden,” he tried, speaking to the card. “I hope things are brighter in your world now.”

There was a moment of silence while Jesse once again stared at the air, holding up a finger for them to keep it, before he turned back to Axel. “She says it is, thanks to you. Things are better now than they have been in many years. They all wanted to find you, that they might watch over you and one day return the favour.”

“They don’t have to,” Axel insisted, the underlining guilt of running scared still haunting the cards, “They helped me more than I could ever help them. If it wasn’t for them, I’d still be…” Cowering, hiding away, running. The Supreme King would still be at large. And Jesse and Jim wouldn’t be…

“They won’t hear of it,” Jesse waved him off. “They want to stay with you, even though they know they don’t fit with your deck. But keeping a spirit card on you anyway is supposed to bring good luck.”

Axel nodded, running a finger over the card. As if the Maiden could do anymore for him than she hadn’t already done. Jim awkwardly cleared his throat beside him, and Axel suddenly realised how little of this conversation he would understand.

“Uh, well, Maiden, this is my friend, Jim,” Axel introduced, pointing the picture on the card towards him. Jim tilted his hat in greeting. “You didn’t meet him, but he had as big a part in stopping the Supreme King as I did. If not bigger.”

That only seemed to make Jim feel more awkward, and seemed to lose Jesse to the conversation too. Axel turned the card to point at Jesse.

“And that’s Jesse, he’s used to this kind of thing,” Axel said, which made Jesse chortle.

“Axel, you don’t need to point the card at people, it’s not a camera,” Jesse pointed to the patch of air he’d been talking to. “She’s stood right here, laughing at you, I might add. Well, you are!” Jesse turned back to the air with the last statement.

“I don’t know how this whole thing works,” Axel reminded him. “I can’t see her.”

“You travelled around the Duel Monster Dimensions for all that time and didn’t figure it out?” Jesse asked. “Wow Axel, what were you doing with your time?”

“Do you want to go back in the pool?” Axel threatened.

#gxmonth2022 #yugioh gx #jesse anderson #jim crocodile cook #axel brodie

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with @zackastor | the daybreakers : who they weren't allowed to be, and fleet makes a confession about cheating on zack

Zack Astor You're doing well. -the ranch is quiet but the moon is enough to illuminate their path as Zack walks next to Fleet through the Orchard- You're a quick learner. Daybreakers ain't gonna know what hit them.

fleet summers -he looks up sidelong at Zack as they walk, their pace unhurried but alert- I'm a smart cookie. I just never thought it would be pressed into service in survival situations. -Fleet holds out his arms in front of him, though, looking at the significant bruising on them both- When I said I knew you wouldn't go easy on me if you trained me to fight, I can't say I realized the full extent of what I was getting myself into. And no, before you ask, I don't have any regrets.

Zack Astor -Zack regards the bruises,dark and visible even in the moonlight- Good. Was hoping you wouldn't. -he takes a breath, watching it billow up in front of his mouth- Getting beat up is normal. That's how I learned fighting. Expecting that you're not getting out of it without a couple of hits on you makes it easier.

fleet summers -noting Zack playing with his breath trails in the air, Fleet purses his lips and blows out a stream, ducking his head to make the fog move in a swirl- Who taught you fighting? Was that -- it wasn't in the military, was it? I didn't think you'd learn hand-to-hand.

Zack Astor -he hums, amused, as he watches Fleet's breath swirl until it dissipates- It was. We had a whole martial arts program in the Marines. The instructor beat the crap out of my us a couple of times. -he shrugs- You don't really learn it unless you got to use it.

fleet summers So you belonged to an outfit that was expected to have to use martial arts? Wow. -he moves closer, enough to bump against Zack and rub his cheek against the other man's arm before detaching again- That was your whole life back before, wasn't it? The Marines. All that rigorous discipline and being deployed overseas. -he gnaws on his lip, considering saying something about that, but then thinks better of it and reroutes- What was it like when it came to getting laid?

Zack Astor It was. When I wasn't home. -while Fleet pulls away, Zack reaches out, wrapping his fingers around the other man's wrist for a moment, gently holding it. He notices the hesitancy in the other man's gaze. What follows makes him raise his eyebrow- That what you really want to know, kid? If I got laid in the military?

fleet summers -the moment Zack takes his wrist, Fleet tucks back in closer again, wincing slightly -- though at the question, not the touch- I do want to know that, but ... I was never a big supporter of the military. And when I say that I mean I actively protested military involvement in the Global South or in highly politicized areas that should've been left to their own self-determination.

Zack Astor Mh. -his eyes narrow slightly as he regards Fleet inquisitively for a moment- But you're cozying up to a soldier.

fleet summers I know! -he pauses to whine for a moment, throwing his head back- It's the worst. Everyone in my protest circle would rag me so hard for this, sacrificing my morals for dick. Even really really great dick. -he shakes his head, smiling- It's different now, though. After the zombies. All we have to worry about is us, here, where we are, not the geopolitical ramifications of the military-industrial complex and American overreach through client states.

Zack Astor They wouldn't understand. -he hums amused, his expression softening- Yeah. It'd be pretty damn late to start caring about it now. Just us, now. -their walk continues, albeit more slowly, Zack still holding onto Fleet's wrist- I was never one of those "all hail the military" kind of guys.

fleet summers It wasn't the philosophy that kept you in service? -he's looking around as he asks; with Zack holding his wrist, Fleet wants to give him some room for this question- It wasn't really your idea, becoming a lifer in the military. Not in terms of fighting for freedom, or being the world's policeman, or any of that, was it.

Zack Astor No. That's some idealistic bullshit. That usually gets beaten out of a lot of people after their first tour. -he's quiet for a moment, considering- My family sent me. I was good at what I did. So I kept going back.

fleet summers They sent you? I mean, I'm not surprised you got good at it, you've got that kind of temperament that thrives on being regimented and held accountable. -Fleet considers shifting their hands to interlace their fingers, but he doesn't, letting Zack hold his wrist like that, taking the lead- You were doing something... -he rephrases, thinking about the way Vivienne talked about Zack's sexuality- You were something they didn't approve of.

Zack Astor -Zack's jaw muscles work as Fleet pieces things together easily enough- Yeah. They figured it'd set me straight. Didn't work.

fleet summers The only straight you are is straight-up badass. -Fleet murmurs this, letting it be the sort of wry black humour he's used to when he's talking about this sort of thing, but then he makes a small sympathetic noise- I'm sorry they put you through that. My family knew I was queer before I did and it wasn't a huge deal, not in my culture. I was lucky. I never had to hide or be hidden.

Zack Astor -he huffs softly, squeezing down against Fleet's wrist- Your family knew before you did? Can't say I'm surprised. -his gaze is fixed on their path ahead- Did you have a boyfriend back then?

fleet summers -a little sound escapes him, a sort of frustrated meep- I never really had any boyfriends. It wasn't like that. I just ... understood what men saw in me, and I liked it.

Zack Astor -he takes a moment to roll over the implications in his mind- Even when you were a kid?

fleet summers That's what the industry was like. Mommy did her best but she couldn't be there all the time. -Fleet gives a short, jerking shrug- I figured out how to deal with it myself.

Zack Astor -his hand slips down, his fingers interlacing with Fleet's- You were a fucking kid. You shouldn't have had to figure that out. -he turns his gaze onto Fleet- Did you ever tell anybody?

fleet summers Not really. I didn't ... like to make a fuss about things like that. -he grips Zack's hand, expression a little troubled, returning that gaze- It was mostly Mommy and me for a while, we didn't have any family local. She had a lot to deal with and I wanted to, y'know. Help. Doing acting was something I could do even though I was little.

Zack Astor -his thumb trails over the back of Fleet's hand, gently caressing it- You were one diligent kid, huh? -he mutters softly, not sounding positive. He raises their hands so he can press a kiss to Fleet's knuckles- So you lived through all of that and never told anybody about it. Except me.

fleet summers -Fleet stops walking for a second, looking put out; he shakes his head with a flustered laugh- Unbelievable. Here I am ready to feel bad for you having to hide who you are your whole life, and in two sentences you point out that I went through a version of the same thing.

Zack Astor Like attracts like, huh. -he offers a scoff, soft but not amused- You didn't realize how fucked up it was, did you?

fleet summers No, I didn't. Which is both a real eye-opener and kind of humbling, and I don't really like being humbled. -he gives a faintly 'that's obvious' eye-roll- Like attracts like. Both of us diligently moving forward in situations where we were incredibly constricted. -he stops again, holding Zack's hand harder- I did something bad.

Zack Astor -he stops too- What did you do?

fleet summers Nicki and me jerked off together. -he doesn't hesitate to answer, but he grimaces after, like a rabbit in a snare-

Zack Astor -his eyes narrow. His grip on Fleet's hand loosens- Why?

fleet summers -Fleet makes a pained sound at the slackening of Zack's grip, increasing his own- She was so sad and worried about Ares and she ... she told me what it was like when she slept with my dad. -he gives a short grunt, letting go of Zack's hand so he can wrap his arms around himself, mouth twisting in disgusted annoyance- She told me about it while we were doing it. I'm so fucked up about him it's sick.

Zack Astor So you slept with her out of pity? -he doesn't chase down Fleet's touch, remaining firmly where he is- Or because you miss your Dad?

fleet summers Both? Because I felt bad? And she was feeling bad. And I really wanted to know what it was like for her, sleeping with him. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Zack Astor I told you not to. -he pushes his hands in his pockets, his face firmly set- I told you.

fleet summers I know. -Fleet looks miserable, swallowing hard as he looks at Zack- I'm so sorry.

Zack Astor -he huffs, averting his gaze for a moment as his jaw muscles work before he looks back at Fleet- What are you gonna do when you find someone else who fucked your dad? You gonna go and fuck them too?

fleet summers -he shakes his head mutely, shutting his eyes and turning his chin down to his chest for a few breaths before looking up again- I know this is all really tentative right now and the last thing you need is to have to deal with me being a stupid slut and then hoping you'll forgive me. But I am sorry, Zack. I don't want to upset you. I don't want to hurt you.

Zack Astor I'm not hurt. -the answer comes immediately, his tone is sharp, harsh. He goes quiet after that, the silence stretching on for a few long minutes as he stares at Fleet- I fucked my wife.

fleet summers Oh. -Fleet breathes out hard, a cloud of fog blocking Zack from view momentarily- Was it her idea?

Zack Astor Yeah. -he stares at Fleet, watching his reaction- I did my duty.

fleet summers You did your duty. -Fleet nods, gaze dotting upwards, his voice lined with distress- And I was stupid.

Zack Astor -he stares at Fleet for a moment, before taking a step back- I ain't here to be in some competition with your dad.

fleet summers That's not what it is. It isn't. -Fleet unwraps his arms from himself, moving closer to Zack, his eyes going into sharp, intense focus- Zack, it isn't. I'm in love with you. I did something wrong but it's ... that's not what it is.

Zack Astor Well, it sure as hell feels like it. -Zack doesn't step away when Fleet comes closer. There is a certain bitterness coloring his voice, though it seems to soften at Fleet's certain glare- What is it then?

fleet summers I don't know! I've never been with anybody like I am with you! -he gets closer, as close as he can without actually touching Zack, so he doesn't have to raise his voice to be heard- I was upset and worked up and it seemed like ... maybe it seemed like it would be okay because then if I told you, then you could decide if you wanted to punish me for it, which as I'm saying it aloud right now is just the dumbest thing to think and makes you responsible for how I behave which isn't what I want, at all. It's unfair to expect you to do that. -he furrows his brows, finally reaching to touch his fingertips just above Zack's elbow- Please forgive me. I'm still learning.

Zack Astor Fucking hell. -he mutters. He averts his gaze to the side, not moving out of Fleet's touch but not moving to return it. After a few moments, he returns his gaze to Fleet- Don't fucking do it again.

fleet summers I won't. -he's almost panting in relief, the enormity of it showing in his eyes- I won't, ever again. Thank you, Zack.

Zack Astor Alright. -he takes a long breath, some of the tension in his body easing- You're not gonna sleep with anybody else. I'm not either.

fleet summers Okay. -he considers this for a moment- Will she be mad?

Zack Astor Probably. I'll handle it. She's not gonna come after you, kid.

fleet summers That's not what I meant. I know doing your duty's important to you, and I know she can make things difficult.

Zack Astor I'll handle it. -he repeats, looking down at Fleet, eyes dotting over his face- I'll be fine. Done my duty long enough.

fleet summers Are you still angry with me? -Fleet catches Zack's elbow properly, fingers curled into his sleeve- I understand if you are, I just want to know.

Zack Astor Yeah. -he takes a long breath, pulling out his hands from his pocket- It's gonna take a moment. Doesn't mean I don't want you here.

fleet summers All right. -he traces his touch down the back of Zack's wrist but doesn't linger, resuming their walk- One of my cousins used to tell me that I self-sabotaged whenever anything nice happened to me. I thought she was taking her social work degree too far.

Zack Astor So, she was right. -Zack continues walking, both of them not touching now- Is that what it was? Self-sabotaging because this is nice?

fleet summers Maybe. It's a little hard for me to trust anything this nice. It's a kind of happy on a level I've never felt before. I guess I panicked.

Zack Astor Mh. -he huffs, watching his own breath dissipate in the moonshine as his shoulder brushes up against Fleet's- Do you think I'm gonna leave?

fleet summers I think there's a lot of ways I might disappoint you. -he puffs out his own breath too, reaching up a finger to make a swizzle through the mingled fog- I'm not being a doomsayer and I'm not trying to get you to, y'know, say- -Fleet says in a pinched sing-song- 'No, of course you won't, Fleet, it'll be fine, you're wonderful' or any of that. I'm trying to be realistic. I already disappointed you and we've barely even started.

Zack Astor Oh, fucking hell. -he turns his head to the side, letting his eyes trail over the fruit trees- Kid, you were fine. This is some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy. Just- -Zack breathes out, slowly- You got a choice. You always do. None of that "it's gonna happen anyway" crap. -Zack turns his gaze back onto Fleet. He takes a moment before he speaks again- You fucked up but I'm still fucking here, ain't I? And now you learn from that and don't fuck up like that again.

fleet summers Yes, Zack. I won't screw up like that again. I wasn't thinking and I'm better when I'm thinking. -Fleet moves in closer and presses a kiss against Zack's shoulder, lingering there, thinking about how Zack had looked over at the orchard -- no doubt remembering Fleet's confession of love, his demands about Zack's own fidelity- It really has nothing to do with my dad, my being with you. I don't see you as a substitute for anybody. There's never been anyone like you, this is entirely new, it's us. It's all about us.

Zack Astor Alright. -Zack allows the kiss, for now still reserved in offering much affection himself. He presses his jaw together and it takes a moment before he speaks again- It's just us. And I want it to stay that way. I don't want the ghost of your dad or Nicki or Ares or Clint or whoever else to be a part of this. Just like Viv isn't part of this. You're mine. -he has the urge for a smoke just about now. They are slowly leaving the orchard behind them- Did Nicki know?

fleet summers Yeah, I told her I wasn't supposed to sleep with anybody else, and she said -- just like you -- that it was my choice what I did. And I made the wrong choice. I want to be yours. -he stays close, since Zack didn't rebuff him, tucked in against the taller man- Not that I think I was right to do it, but ... I think it was good in a way? To exorcise all the dad-stuff. Like debriding necrotic flesh.

Zack Astor -the revelation about Nicki makes his eyes narrow. He focuses his attention straight ahead- Glad you could get it out of your system.

fleet summers -Fleet deflates a little bit, but breathes in determinedly to buck himself back up- I'm working on it. I'm sorry it came at some cost to you but I'll do better. -he gives it a moment, then ventures- I think Redwood got their end of the radio transmissions working stronger now. Lucien sent through a full-on message, no breaks, no interference, just now before I came down to meet you.

Zack Astor I know you will. -he says it almost absent, as if his thoughts are focused somewhere else. The news about the radio pull him back- That's good. Just gotta make sure the Daybreakers don't tune in on the frequency. -he seems thoughtful for a moment- Val says Ares is stable enough to send him home in the next couple of days.

fleet summers It'll be rough losing Ares, he's such a good fighter. He knows what he's doing. Is somebody going back with him?

Zack Astor We'll make do. I'm gonna work on training up some people to handle some outside work. Your training is coming along well enough. -he slightly leans into Fleet as they walk- I'm gonna send Leigh. They're going on horseback and she's the best rider.

fleet summers -Zack leaning against him makes Fleet look up at the other man, spirits lifting- It's hard work but I like it. Maybe I'm more cut out to be a weapon than I thought. I didn't even want to do booty boot camp, back before the zombiepocalypse, despite the wife of one of my, um, sugar daddies wanting me to take her class. -he gives a short laugh at the Fleet-that-was, shaking his head- I won't be as good as Ares but I'll be good, soon. Enough that you won't need to worry about whether I can handle myself.

Zack Astor A boot camp class? Why did she want you to take that? -he huffs softly- Alright. Good enough to hold your own. I'll hold you to it, kid. You're gonna be a damn good weapon by the end of it.

fleet summers Booty boot camp, Zack. The whole point was for you to do vaguely military-themed exercises to tone your ass.

Zack Astor -he grimaces- Jesus. Seriously? And you figured you didn't need it, huh?

fleet summers -with a huffy snort- Please. You've seen my booty. It's medal-worthy.

Zack Astor Mh. You might get a Silver Star. -he gives Fleet a gentle jab with his elbow- Not sure it's quite Medal of Honor worthy.

fleet summers -tartly- With the way you go at it, I should have a Purple Heart, at least.

Zack Astor Silver Star's higher. You're giving yourself a demotion. -Zack seems more amused now- Though I guess you did get hurt in service.

fleet summers -Fleet glares at him crossly- Fine, fine, laugh at my expense, just because I don't know your grading system.

Zack Astor Mh. I think I earned a laugh. -he regards Fleet for a moment, before leaning down a little and blowing air onto the back of his neck- Ain't like it matters anymore. Nobody here to decorate your ass with a medal. I think I've shown my appreciation well enough.

fleet summers -that kiss of steam against the back of his neck makes Fleet shiver, the cut-short hair there riffling on end as he gives a slight moan in his throat at the sensation, suddenly breathless; with relief at the tactile confirmation that Zack still wants this, with his nearness- You have, it's true. Repeatedly, in fact.

Zack Astor See? -Zack mutters, voice a little lower as his gaze dots over the side of Fleet's face. He straightens himself out again- Let's circle back to the farmhouse.

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