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spicyclover · 11 months

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Pursuit of happiness

Summary: Sometimes, what we need most in life is right before our eyes.

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WARNING: mention of smut +16

Fatherhood (the movie) inspiration dialogue

Mick’s life changes so quickly that he never knows how lucky he is. Overnight, he is the father of a beautiful little girl, and the woman of his life leaves him and their newborn without a word, a clue, or anything. They were left to themselves. She left the hospital room without anyone noticing. He collapsed, realizing that he would not see her again. How could his three-year-old girlfriend do this to him?

He found himself in this hospital room with his little daughter in his arms. His parents hadn’t arrived yet, and Mick didn’t know what to do. We leave him alone in this room, and he watches the tiny face of his flesh. It looks so much like him. She has the same nose and eyes as him, a real Schumacher.

For the first few weeks of his daughter’s life, Corinna came to help him as best she could. Show him the basics and help him stay the course. But eventually, she had to go home like everyone else. Desperate, he definitely needs help.

“Excuse me,” Mick says, entering the meeting room.

“Um, I’m sorry. AA is down the hall to the right.”

“I’m not. I’m not here for the AA meeting. That’s not why I’m here. » Mick replies, getting back to the hallway to get the stroller. “She uh. She just went to sleep, but she’s been crying for hours. I mean hours to the point where I’m exhausted. And I don’t know how to break the stroller down. I don’t know how to fold it up.”

“Okay. Well, sorry, but this is a group for new mothers.” Replicates one of the young women sitting on a chair.

“You’re lying. Because on that sign out there, it says “parents.” I’m a parent, and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I don’t have anybody else to talk about this shit. Speaking of shit, the girl’s got some stuff flying out her ass. It’s like a fire hose. I don’t know if it’s normal or not, but it’s two different kinds. She can either hit you with a streamer. That’s when it’s all put together, and it’s- it’s a little solid. And it’s a direct hit. Or she’ll buckshot you. And that’s- that’s that spray. It’s a quick whop! » Mick is entirely exhausted. « I need help. I need the crying to stop. How do I make the crying stop?”

“Okay, uh, it could be colic, and it’s expected in the first couple of months.” The youngest lady in the center says.

“What’s colic?”

“It’s when the babies cry for an hour on end without reason until it feels like your eyes are about to pop out.” She explains, getting up from her chair to meet him.

“I gave the baby colic.”

“No, that’s - that’s not how colic works.” Says a mother laughing.

“I’m not washing my hand, and I’m touching the baby. And that’s how I gave the baby colic.” Mick is stressed and looks with fear at his poor daughter.

“You don’t give a baby colic. It’s more of a digestive thing.” The young woman replies, looking in the stroller to see his daughter's beautiful face.

“That’s a relief.”

“Things that might work is white noise, surprisingly.” She says, passing her fingers on the little girl's toes.

“White noise?”

“White noise.” She says, smiling. “Come on, join us for the rest of the session.”

She moves back to her place and takes another chair next to her, letting him have some space to sit. Freyja enjoyed the rest of the session with the other babies. Mick takes note, learning a lot about everything there is to know about babies and their various problems. He enjoys listening to the mothers; they give him tips and mother him. After the class, she says goodbye to the others before turning herself to Mick.

“Mick.” She asks, touching his shoulder. “I’m Y/n.”

“Oh, nice to meet you. Thank you for this session. I learn a lot. When is the next session? Do we have to pay for a feed or something?”

“No, this is a free meeting for parents in need. The next session his Tuesday night at seven. I’m glad you ask for help. It’s a difficult time, the first few months with a newborn and all. You could also ask the mother to attend the session if you like.”

“Umm, she died.” He lies, nervously scratching his neck.

“Oh, I’m sorry for your lost.” Her compassionate side is getting a bit overwhelmed. “You’re doing an amazing job, Mick. Don’t be scared, and trust your instinct.” She smiles, locking her gaze on his. Freyja chirps in the arms of her father, happy to be carried. He helps her tidy up the room as best he can, with his baby in his arms, before walking together to the door.

“Why did you choose to do this? Do you have kids?” Mick asks, changing the subject. They walk to the parking, putting Freyja in her car seat.

“No, I don’t have kids. I’m a midwife. Always worked with babies, and I wanted to help the parents with my expertise and various tips. If you need help with your little Freyja, here is my number. Feel free to call whenever you feel like it. I’ll be a phone call away.” She says, gathering her thing and getting into her car.

He feels relieved and confident for the first time in a few weeks. Talking to other parents makes him feel better about his ability to deal with all the baby stuff. He went to the other meeting, listening carefully to every detail and tip the mothers would give him. How to feed her properly? How to massage her small body? How to bathe her? Everything a new parent has to learn.

The weeks passed, and Mick was attentive to each of the classes. Happy to become a better parent for the new love of his life. He is pleased to see her healthy and radiant. He is also delighted to see the beautiful midwife every Tuesday night.

One night, Freyja has been crying for hours on edge. And she starts to be a little warm. Worried, Mick calls Y/n to be sure, making her rush to his apartment. She reassures him by telling him that she must be a little too hot with all the layers of clothes that Mick puts on him, and they sit in the living room to have a drink while Freyja sleeps in the bedroom.

The conversation is going well, and they take this opportunity to get to know each other better. She learns Mick’s trade, and he listens to her talk about her studies and dreams. Signals are exchanged, and the chemistry here’s. Absorbed in their conversation, they don’t hear little Freyja at first.

« Excuse me. » Mick says, worried about his daughter's strange sounds. « Freyja? Freyja gently. What’s wrong with you? You’re choking. » Mick turns on the lights, and Y/n watches the scene worrying about the baby’s noises. « I don’t know what’s wrong with her. » Mick panics and gesticulates in the room, trying to calm Freyja, who starts to cry frantically. « No, but she’s choking right now! She’s choking! She’s choking. » Mick repeats, looking at Y/n, terrified. She tries to calm him down, but nothing to do. Panic seizes him. « What do I do? Call the paramedics? »

« Wait. Let me see. »

« Okay. I’ll call 911 because right now… Excuse me, but she’s choking. » Mick runs to grab his phone, which stays on the kitchen counter, while Y/n reassures little Freyja as best she can by putting her knowledge to the test. « Yes! Hello? I’m calling you because I have a baby that’s breathing. No, but she’s breathing very, very hard. There, then I need to… Yes, I’m at 56 Greenwich Street. My name is Schumacher. On the door. Schumacher. Yes, like the pilot. » Mick hangs up and can’t help wanting to be close to his daughter. He goes to them and orders Y/n to give him his child.

Y/n remains very calm, and after giving Freyja back, she goes to the bathroom. Turns on the light and opens the hot water valves in the sink and tub. She calls Mick holding her hand to grab his arm when he passes.

The steam of the water rises, and quickly the room is fogged. She takes off her sweater and directs Mick to the cares to follow.

"I think it’s laryngitis, so uh... with water vapour, it moistens the atmosphere. It does her good." She calmly explains by observing him holding the person most precious to her. She is moved. It’s rare to see a father as loving and caring as a little being like that. Rarely in the hospital or outside she sees the love of a father so present for her child. « Speak to her. Speak to her gently. Reassures her. It’s going to be okay, I promise.»

Mick calms down little by little and regains control of his emotions. He approaches his daughter on her bare chest and mumbles reassuring words. He tells her how much he loves her. He is so happy to have her in his life. Little by little, she calms down. The steam helps her to breathe normally, and she moves less and less in her daddy’s arms. Y/n smiles tenderly at this beautiful moment of life she attends.

Help arrives about ten minutes later, taking Mick to the hospital. Y/n looks at the ambulance in the distance, and Mick smiles tenderly at him before turning his attention to his daughter. He asks her to stay in the apartment for the night, not wanting her to return to her home across town this late at night.

So she stayed. She waited for them to come back, and around seven am, they did. Freyja is fast asleep in Mick's arms. He puts it in his cradle and joins Y/n, who approaches the door. He walks her down the stairs to be there and stay.

“So you could take me out for coffee. Say, thank you for earlier, you know, like a date.”

“Uhm... I got to go back upstairs.” He quickly says, running back upstairs.

She stays there quite confused, thinking she was too direct with him. She starts wondering if she read the signals wrong. She waits a few minutes for him to come back, but no. Mick ran away.

He felt devastated and didn’t know how to deal with this new relationship or whatever this could be. She arrived in his life like a ray of sunshine after the storm or a rainbow after the rain. Frey loved her immediately, but he felt terrible to move on so quickly on Freyja's mother…

To the next meeting on Tuesday night, Mick went.

“All right, I think that's all for today. Thank you for coming. There are cookies on the counter. I made them last night if you are interested.” Y/n says, gathering her things and putting the chairs away. She hasn't texted Mick back since he rejected her on Saturday night.

“Y/n.” Mick asks. “Do you have a moment to talk?”

“Sure. What is it?” She says, cooing his daughter in his arm.

“Umm... I’m - I was. Do you want to go on a date with me? You know, like a proper date.”

They went on that date, but Mick never moved, and this tension has been present since then. She became a part of the family. She meets Mick parent’s and sister, and he meets hers. Even with this, neither of them made the move and stayed friends. Nobody knew what was stopping them from actually making a move. Corinna thought about his son's stubbornness to put his daughter first, even in his love life.

He has loved her since he saw her at this meeting. The moment she stepped up for him when everybody left. Making sure he and Freyja have the best without thinking about her once. Two years passed, and Freyja is now two. They have organized a little party with some family and friends. Everyone was gathered around the little princess, and she was more than spoiled.

Y/n had made the cake for the second year in a row. Freyja was obsessed with geese. Every time they went to the park, she would see them. The goose-shaped cake, in her words, gently approaches and sings happy birthday to little Freyja, who laughs at the sparkle of seeing her favourite animal on her cake. She reaches out and wiggles in her high chair. Y/n puts the cake down, and everyone cheers once she can extinguish all the candles, with obviously Mick’s help behind her.

Y/n stands next to Mick quite naturally. Mick’s heart gets excited, and he smiles at her. He has eyes only for her. He watches the bursts in his eyes illumine his soul. She emanates warmth and a sensation of happiness that takes hold of Mick. He does not hesitate this time. He gently grabs her face between his hands and kisses her lips softly. Her lips that he so often dreams of kissing, of feeling against him. He kisses her in front of all the guests, who utter an exclamation of contentment. Finally, they dared to do so.

They officialized for the public a few weeks later, making everyone happy.

Four years later...

Four years passed. Four years of happiness and joy in this small family of three. They recently moved to Switzerland to be closer to Mick’s family and allow his father to see Freyja as often as possible. Freyja grew up well. She went back to kindergarten, and everyone loved her. The fans are in adoration at her little angel face. She accompanies from time to time with her mom Y/n her dad to the races. They stay in the garage or hospitality and watch the cars roll, or mechanics do their work.

She loves everything that has to do with her dad’s job. She wants to do everything like him, and sometimes Y/n must be the less cool parent not to allow Mick to take his daughter with him while he goes 90 km karting.

Mick couldn’t be more in love. He’s been living the perfect romance since he met her, and he’s happy to have dared to take the first step. It allows him to have this extraordinary woman at his side. He wakes beside her every morning and doesn’t want to be elsewhere. In his arms for eternity with Freyja in the middle. At this thought, Mick smiles and opens the door of the room. They came home from dinner with a friend and took off her dress. It slides along her body before reaching the ground. She reveals your generous curves, and Mick feels himself growing.

She unpacks your jewelry and puts it back in your jewelry box. Concentrating, she doesn’t notice the presence of Mick, and she jumps when she feels his arms around her waist and his erection in her lower back. His lips rest on her neck, and she takes a deep breath. His name is stuck in her mouth, and she moans.

His hands caress her body and find the warmth of her crotch.

“Take your shirt off. Let me see your muscle.” She whimpers, leaning against him.

Mick giggles at her words but obeys her order. He slowly pulls his shirt over his hand and lets it fall on the floor. He

Mick forces her to kneel down. He pulls down his own pants quickly and smiles. Mick didn’t have to say anything. Y/n is already getting closer. She drops his boxer and caresses his rod, hard as a rock.

She brings her mouth closer and swallows his dick, tearing Mick a deep moan of pleasure. She bites him lightly and caresses him tirelessly with her tongue. Mick gives small pelvis strokes to encourage him to continue this sweet torture. She feels him moaning again before he empties himself entirely into her mouth. She does not let go and swallows the liquid greedily. Little white nets escape, but Mick catches them by spreading them on his girlfriend’s face. “Oh, how he likes to have her between his legs.”

There’s nothing Mick likes more than seeing her filled with him. Literally, since the beginning of their love relationship, he has not stopped thinking about the idea of getting her pregnant. Pregnant with her child. He wants to start a family and have that experience with her. He likes to remove his condo from relationships from time to time; to live at risk. He loves to feel her so close to him. Pushing himself into her, making her moan his name.

That’s why after last night's event, when he wakes up to an empty bed, he’s confused. He’s still in the haze of last night. His body is sore, and he can’t amazing how she’s doing. To be honest, he wonders how she even got out of bed this morning. Early this morning, he had to take care of her and actually take her to the bathroom because she couldn’t do it herself. Her legs were shaking, and she couldn’t stand properly. They giggled at the situation before they went to sleep.

Mick sits on the bed, and he hears laughs coming from the kitchen. He gets up and tiptoes. Smiling to the sound of his girls. Leaning on the doorframe, seeing his girlfriend helped by his daughter making crêpes. He knew at this moment he didn’t make the wrong choice to let her into his life. To let her be his wife. The mother of his child. The love in her eyes is more visible than anything.

He loves her.

He loves the way she laughs.

He loves the way she looks at him.

He loves the way she takes care of Freyja.

He loves the way she speaks to him.

He loves.

He loves her.

That was when he really knew. That morning, after an incredible night of love, seeing her with his daughter like she is her own. Laughing and cooking. Sharing and caring. He knows she is the one.

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faghubby · 16 days

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MY ADVENTURE

I stood back against the wall and watched as my crush Jen, was stripped naked and set on a table. I was unable to look away as I saw Zack get on the table and push her head down he mounted her from behind slamming his big dick into her pussy. As no less then 15 guys watched. Another guy I think his name was John pulled out his cock and presented to her she quickly wrapped her mouth around it sucking it down her throat. I was rock hard as I watched the scene. I must of been sub consciously rubbing myself thru my jeans. When I noticed the guy next to me look down and smile. He pulled out his cock and stroked it. He watched me not the show going on. I tried not to look over at him but I couldn't help it. He side stepped closer to me. There where guys in front of us but they all straining to get a view of the show. This guy next to me let go of his cock and just let it bob out in front of him. As he looked at me. He reached over and took my hand. I went to pull away but didn't, instead I let him guide me to his cock. I held his cock in my hand. I stepped closer almost completely in front of him to shield what I was doing. I slowly stroked his cock.

It was all so unreal, the scene before me, this guy, I had never touched another guy's cock. Nor ever even thought about it. Yet here I was stroking him in a room full of other guys. I felt his hands on my hips and caress my ass. As I slowly gave him a hand job. Even reaching back to cup his balls. I had lost focus on Jen, looking up again I realized. Zach had been replaced by someone else. They where all planning on having a go. I thought about how many guys she could handle all while I stroked this guys cock. The more excited I got the more effort into stroking him. He was soon breathing heavy into my ear as he pressed against me, his hand now firmly dropping my ass. He came I moved my hand to catch it to avoid getting all over the guy in front of me. The guy bit my ear lightly then put his cock away and snuck out of the crowded room. I left as well not sure what to do with a hand full of cum. The line for the bathroom was long. I slipped outside and into the dark. I was so excited about what I had seen and done. I snuck behind a shed. I dropped my pants and used the cum to jerk off. I came very quick. Only then did I start to realize what I had done.

Was I gay, why did I just give a guy a handjob, but even worse used his sperm to jerk off. I found a hose and washed my hands. Went back inside and started drinking. The sex show seemed to be winding down. Jen must of had enough. I finished my drink and found her half asleep on the table. Some jerks having laughs sticking things inside her. I covered her and carried her out to my car. I laid her in the backseat. Then drove her home.

"Jen your home" I told her waking her.

"Paulie? Do you want me? I know you always had a thing for me" she cooed rapping her arms and legs around me as I tried to help her out of the car. "It's okay you can take me" she said kissing me. I thought about how many cocks she had sucked tonight as she did. But didn't pull away. Instead I helped her stand. Jen then stood and stepped back.

"Don't judge me Paulie, not you. I know I am a slut. I just love cock" she told me. She then reached into my jeans and stroked my hard again cock. She went to do pull it out when I came all over her hand. She just smiled pulled out her hand and licked my cum off of it. She then said goodnight and went inside her house. I just went home.

The next morning I found Jen's cum soaked panties in the backseat of my car. Along with a big crusty cum stain that must of leaked out of her. As the thoughts and images of what I had done and witnessed last night got me excited again. I had the biggest hardon of my life as I scubbed the cum out of my seat. How many different men was it? I pictured myself licking my own hand like Jen had after the mystery guy and cum in it. Unable to contain myself I took Jen's dirty panties into the bathroom and used them to jerk off. More covered in dried cum then Jen was not lost on me. I let that night go after that. Just a collage experience right.

It was several weeks later, when I found myself at yet another party. I saw Jen for the first time since that night. She was nomlonger in any of my classes. She was hanging on some guys arm. I looked around for some friends I was supposed to meet here but didn't see them. When I found myself on the fire escape getting some air.

"Want a hit?" A voice said from behind me.

"No thanks" I said before I even turned around to see that guy I had given a handjob to. I blushed and wanted to sneak away.

"What's the rush?" He asked half blocking my way. He didn't stop me just stood there. His hand cupped my face turning my head so I looked him in the eye. Then he kissed me. I was frozen as his tounge parted my lips and danced in my mouth I melted into his strong arms. As I smelled his aftershave I snapped out of it and pulled away.

"It's okay" he assured me.

"I'm not gay" I told him.

"I don't think that's completely true" he told me. "I think you may be curious" he told me. I suddenly felt someone press up behind me, small I smelled her perfume as her hands slid under my shirt and across my stomach she teased my nipples. As she did this man leaned in and kissed me again.

"This is my wife, Linda" he told me. Her hands roamed over my body as this man held me close. "I am Eric" he told me. I felt Linda unbuckle Eric's pants. I looked down to see her pull out his cock. I looked around panicked there where people just below us. If someone looked up.

"Eric told me how much you liked his big cock" Linda said as her hands now undid my pants her hands sliding against my ass instead. I was sandwiched between them. They both teased and excited me. No one told me to do anything, I just reached down and stroked Eric's cock again. As I did they undressed me. I was naked on the fire escape. As this couple caressed and kissed my body. It was easy to notice that they ignored my throbbing penis bobbing in the warm summer night air. Linda turned me and kissed me now. I released Eric's cock and massaged her tits.

"Jen tells me you like to cum quickly in your pants" Linda told me. Touching my penis for the first time. I just moaned. I felt Eric's hand part my ass cheeks and his fingers dance across my hole.

"I want you to suck my husband's cock" Linda told me. "If you do you can have me however you like" she continued.

"Can we go somewhere more private" I moaned. But Eric just pushed me against the wall. I grabbed his cock again with both hands and slid downto myknees. I was in the corner maybe more hidden. I want sure about this but just licked his cock. Then let any inabitions go and started to kiss and suck his cock like girls had done to me over the years. Linda didn't go anywhere she knelt down with me she continued to tease and massage me all over.

It took awhile till Eric started to tense.

"Take it swallow it" Linda told me. As Eric started to cum Linda stroked me fast. I came immediately after all the teasing. I came as this man filled my mouth with his sperm. I tried to swallow but gagged. Linda kissed me catching the cum I spilled then fed it back to me, I was now very ashamed. Naked on my knees in front of this man. Eric pulled up his pants and left us. As Linda comforted me.

"It's okay, if you liked it. It's even okay if you didnt" she assured me. She helped me get dressed. Then walked thru the party on my arm. Like I was some kind of stud. We met Eric on the front porch he was speaking to Jen.

"You two know each other?" Eric said but already knowing the answer. He then took Jen's arm and led her to his car as Linda his wife went to mine. Once in the car Linda once again was all hands.

"Do you have somewhere we can go?" She asked. I didn't I lived in the dorms and had a room mate.

"No" I told her disappointed

"That's okay" and gave me directions to her house. As we walked in Jen was there completely naked and bent over a table in the living room. As Eric pushed a massive dildo into her ass. Jen cried out but didn't move. Linda let me stand there and watch for a moment. Before guiding me upstairs.

"So you and Eric have an open relationship" I said trying to gain some sort of control of what was going on.

"You can say that" Linda told me as she stripped naked. She crawled into bed with me.

"What do you want? Wait think then answer. I am not asking if you like to fuck me. I am asking what you like to be" Linda told me biting my nipples.

"You can have me, then go on with your life. You could have Eric, or even both of us. And experience ppleasure you never thought possible. You could even have Jen, you like her don't you? Or you can be like her, become a total slut like Jen. Learn to serve. Be dominated, it's what you are deep down. You know that already don't you?" Linda told me. I just laid there as she stripped me and caressed me. Her fingers slid between my ass cheeks.

"Up" she said with a little smack and I moved giving her clearer access. She took it applied lube and worked her fingers inside me. I was soon moaning, she had me role over and with my ass in the air worked something much bigger into my ass. I wimpered as my ass stretched but made no motion to stop her.

"Usually I have to strap little sissy bitches down for this" Linda laughed. And was soon working whatever it was in and out of my ass.

"Eric's going to love fucking this tight ass of yours" she told me. As she said that the door opened and Jen walked in. I wanted to stop. I didn't want Jen to see me like this. But Jen climbed on the bed and spread her legs infront of me.

"Eric filled her up, you liked Eric's seed suck her cunt clean" Linda ordered me as she shoved the toy in harder and deeper. I did as she said during my face in jen's cum filled pussy. As Linda increased the assault on my ass. I finished cleaning Jen. And Linda had Jen stroke me off. It only took seconds. Jen fed me my own cum from her hand. Only when I had cleaned it all did Linda remove the toy from my ass.

I collapsed and was asleep in minutes. I don't know how long I was asleep but I was woken by Jen. She laid next to me she was rubbing something against my already sore asshole. As soon as she saw I was awake she pushed it in.

"This is a plug you can wear it for hours, it will help train your ass" she told me. I felt it suddenly slid in and set.

"Eric wants to push you, says you already except who you are" Jen told me. "Don't worry I will be here as well" suddenly the door opened and in walked. Wait I know him. What is his name. I tried to cover myself. He walked over and pulled out his cock.

"Go ahead suck his cock" Jen told me. She guided me to the floor and then to my knees. She stayed with me giving me tips and tricks to sucking cock. As I sucked this guy I couldn't remember his name cock dry. I swallowed every drop of his seed. I was proud of myself when I finished. The guy just pulled up his pants and left.

"You better get dressed" Jen said and left. I found my clothes and got dressed. I wasn't sure what to do with the plug so I left it in. I came downstairs. And ran into Linda.

"All set?" She smiled. I just nodded. "I sent you some sites to check out. You should read the articles. We will be in touch" Linda gave me a hug her hand grabbed my ass.

"Oh" I squealed in a high pitch. Linda just giggled. I headed back to my dorm. I took a long hot shower. After removing the plug. I had never felt so satisfied in my life. I can't say I enjoyed sucking not one but two guys off. But as I thought about it I got an erection. Maybe Linda was right maybe I was bi. I thought. I went about my routine of classes and study groups. It was a few days before I had anytime to check out the links Linda had sent. At first I couldn't believe what she had sent me. All about femme boys and crossdressing but I did as she had suggested and read the articles. They went into depth about different types of submissive behavior. And that everyone had thier own take on it. From transgender to straight guys that liked to watch thier wives get fucked. The more I read the more I tried to see where I fit.

I kept going back to Eric. He was my comment, my master, my daddy? Is that what I wanted. Being with Jen and Linda was fun but more like a game. Eric made me feel desired. Days went by and I found myself wearing the plug as I read more and dove deeper into this world I barely knew existed. By the time Eric called it had been nearly two weeks. I got an erection just when I saw it was him.

"Paulie, how are you?" He asked sweetly.

"Very good" I said maybe a bit more excited then I had hoped to sound.

"Good, I like you to come over to the house Friday. In the afternoon" he told me. He didn't ask it was very much more like telling me to.

"Absolutely" again over eager.

"Good, come as soon as your classes are over, oh and I hope you look pretty for me" Eric said and hung up. What did he mean look pretty. Did he want me to dress up. Like a sissy I had been reading about. I had no woman's clothes nor did I feel a desire to do so.

Later that night as I laid in my bed I kept thinking of what Eric had said. It was late but I got out of bed grabbed my shower stuff and the plug and headed to the bathroom. I was alone in the bathroom. I shoved the plug in my ass. It fit quite easy now. I had worn it at least an hour everyday for the last few days. I started with my chest I dint know why but I shaved the hair around my nipples and the thin line that ran down to my belly button. The more I did the more excited I became at one point I pressed my ass hard against the cold tile wall so the plug felt just right as I shaved my legs. It took awhile and I did cut myself a few times. But I was pretty sure I had gotten it all. I felt pretty as I danced back to my room. I accidentally woke my roommate, Mark.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He said annoyed. He turned on the light. He looked me up and down.

"What? Did you shave your legs? He asked. Rubbing his eyes he stopped me before I could grab some more clothes. Having only a towel wrapped around my waist.

"Shit you shaved your pits too" he laughed.

"It is true isn't it, when Brian told me you sucked his dick two weeks ago I thought he was crazy" Mark said. Brian that was that guy's name and that's how I knew him he was a friend of Mark.

"Well?" Mark said.

"Yeah, I guess I did suck Brian's cock" I mumbled. Mark just pulled back his covers. And yanked off his boxers.

"Well now you owe me one for waking me up" he told me. I was nervous this was going to far. Way to many people knew.

"Okay but you can't tell anyone" I said.

"Yeah like I am going to tell people how I let my roommate suck my cock" he laughed. I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. I rocked back onnmy heel so it would work the plug as I did. Mark wasn't very big probably avrage I thought. Still about an inch longer then my 4 and 1/2inched. Mark had a serious girl back home and i had never known him to cheat on her. He came fast probably because it had been months since he had seen her. I swallowed everydrop. Mark didn't say a word just curled back uo and fell asleep naked.

The next day was Friday I couldn't wait it was 2 pm when i arrived at Eric and Linda's. Linda answered the door.

"Strip" she told me before she would let me in. I turned beet red but stripped right on thier front porch.

"Eric is going to love this smooth skin" Linda said running her hands all over me. Linda led me straight to the garage.

"Did you read about enemas and being clean?" Linda asked.

"yes" I said my voice shaking. I had also read how uncomfortable they could be.

"Arms up" Linda said and attached my wrists to a set of restraints then pulled a rope so my arms where stretched over my head. My feet just barely set flat on the ground. Linda left me there she returned a few minutes later carring a bladder bag. She hung it on a hook nearby and lubed the tube before inserting in my ass. She turned it on and I felt the warm liquid flow into my bowels. She left me again. It took a few minutes for the bag to empty I felt cramping before she returned. She released the rope. And allowed me to use the bathroom right off the garage. When I was done she repeated the steps. This time I held the liquid even longer. I was begging her to let me down.

"Okay but when you return you will stand on your tip toes" I agreed. When I returned I stood onnmy tip toes as she tightened the rope.

"Now Eric is going to make you a true sissy tonight. You want that don't you?" Linda told me. I just nodded with tears in my eyes.

"You read about chastity cages?" Linda said as she produced one. She held a bag of ice to my testicle as she fitted me with it. I didn't see it until it was attached. It was small. Pink plastic device. With a small padlock. Linda left me again. My legs cramped from being on my toes before she returned. She knelt and had me lift my foot one at a time. The soft fabric slid over me. I realized they where panties.

Linda left me again this time even turning off the lights. I don't know how much time passed. But my legs where burning. When I heard the door open again. The lights still off I felt hands on me. Rougher hands then Linda's. Was this Eric?

"Beg me to fuck you" Eric said softly in my ear.

"Yes" I moaned

"Beg" he said louder smacking my ass.

"Yes, please take me" I pleaded. He smacked me again

"Daddy please make me your sissy" I said loudly. Eric laughed. He released the rope. I fell to the floor. Eric easily lifted me up. And pushed me over a bench. He wasted no time driving his cock balls deep in my ass. I cried as he forced me to take it all. I felt pleasure and pain. My brain was a fog of sensations. I pushed back wanting more. Eric was a machine. Fucking me he suddenly pulled out and shot his load across my back. He then led me into the house. We walked in on Linda naked on the couch with Jen also naked with her head buried between. Her thighs. Eric sat down on the couch and pulled me down as well. I sat on the floor between his legs. I looked up at him then leaned in and took his soft cock in my mouth. He quickly stiffened.

"You're going to be such a good slut just like your friend Jen" Eric told me as he played with my hair. "Would you like that, imagine you pulling a train at our next party" Eric told me. I never stopped sucking his cock.

"You think so" I heard Linda say. As I felt her sit next to Eric. They just cuddled as I sucked Eric until he cam in my mouth.

"I fell your adventure may just be getting started" Linda told me. As I stayed between Eric's legs resting my tired head on his thigh as the watched a movie.

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octuscle · 9 months

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The bros at my work have always been dicks to me, calling me stupid and whatever, and recently they've been whispering and grinning at each other when I'm around.

I just found a note saying "Grunt, white boy" in my locker, what does it mean?

Aside from the note, you notice the smell in the locker. But is anything different? The astrophotographs are on the door, your shirts are neatly stacked in case you need a fresh one, no, everything else is the same as it always is. "Grunt, white boy. A bit silly to put something like that in the locker of an Indian-born IT administrator. You make a note in your remarkable to install a security system for your locker.

Some joker also changed your favorites list in the browser. What are you interested in protein powder stores? Or porn sites. If they are porn sites. At least they show pretty naked pretty muscular fellows. Fuck, why does your dick jump at that? Okay, these fellows are really hot! You don't realize how long you've been surfing the NSFW pages until a colleague calls you and asks if you'd like a coffee for breakfast. Shit, you've been looking at bodybuilders for over an hour. And on the side, you bought over $200.00 worth of supplements.

Your colleague says at breakfast that the radical buzzcut suits you. A bit unusual, but suits you. Emphasizes your bull neck. You shovel in the liter of low-fat curd cheese with protein powder that was in your compartment in the refrigerator and nod. Tell your pal something about your training and nutrition plan. He looks at you a bit uncomprehendingly and asks if you want to watch the transit of Venus together with your telescope tonight. You laugh and say that you don't stalk bitches. But with the hot Latino stud from across the street, you're in.

Back at your desk, you're a little unfocused. Taking care of your to-do list is really hard for you. You haven't really accomplished anything yet. But you take your lunch break a little earlier than usual. You get your gym bag out of your locker and take the subway to the gym. Lifting iron will bring you back to the right thoughts.

Yes, you've overstayed your one-hour lunch break a bit. Your boss calls you on your cell phone and tells you to get your ass to the company, there are problems at the wastewater treatment plant. Of course. Always at the squats. You don't bother to shower and change. Wastewater treatment plant doesn't sound like it's a white collar job. So get in your pick-up truck, head to the company, get to your locker and get into your janitorial overalls. And then see where the problem is. Fuck, you literally have to go knee-deep into the shit. So once again the rubber fishing pants over your clothes. The long gloves are helpful, you don't need a gas mask anymore. The other colleagues are wimps, but you grew up on a farm in the Midwest, you are used to slurry and pigsties. And with a well-aimed grip in the shit, you've also solved the problem.

Your cell phone rings again, you take off your right glove and answer it. One of the trucks won't start. You are really the handyman around here. To avoid making a big mess, you walk around the outside of the building. Nevertheless, the people you pass hold their noses. Idiots! Yes, you stink of sweat and feces. But someone has to do the dirty work. The nice thing is that everyone still stares at you. It's clear, in your work clothes your big muscles come out even better. The next tie-wearer who stares at you, you grunt like a pig. Come on, it's true! You're not an animal in the zoo here!

Nevertheless, the colleagues in the car shed refuse to repair the truck with you. First you have to wash yourself. If they want to, let them get a hose. That's how you did it on the farm, too. You have no problem with that…

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation #race change

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capsensislagamoprh · 3 months

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Head cannon nonsence:

Shit two dork assed teenagers did at the onsen because they are idiots who respect there elders/ actually like Yuuri's parents.

Cleaned the gutters: Otabek cleaned them, Yuri mostly took the bags of stuff to where they needed to go.

Fell asleep on the roof: Victor was getting to Yuri. Otabek wanted to read in peace. He went to the roof. Yuri followed. Sleep happened.

Almost fell off the roof: See previous entry and know that Yuri almost rolled off. Fortunately, Otabek has great reflexes to make up for his lesser dexterity.

Cleaned out the storage room: Everyone else kept getting caught up in sentimental memories. Yuri was for burning it all, so Otabek actually did the sorting. This was great fun. Turns out Yuuri has a lot of old clothes he saved, and they found his poster collection. Victor is delighted.

Change light bulbs: Yuri standing on Otabek's shoulders makes them about teen feet tall-ish. Mari walked along with them. Yuri pulled out old ones, handed it to Otabek, who handed it to Mari. Mari handed Otabek a new light bulb, who handed it to Yuri, who put it in and closed the fixture where ever needed. Otabek's shoulders hurt after the whole onsen was done but wont say a word. Just rolls them a few times.

Dust the high places: Same dynamic as above, only with a feather duster and cloth. Otabek's shoulders need a break, but it's good stamina and weight lifting training.

Clean and polish the Katsuki's car: This was mostly to impress on Yuri how much time vehicle maintenance takes, but they gave the boy a hose and someone to turn it on, and if that someone happens to be very hot dripping wet and about to get vengeance, well that's just a bonus. You know once water gets involved, Victor and Yuuri get in there too because fun times will be had by all.

Accidentally on purpose teach a bunch of seagulls how to terrorize rude tourists for french fries: Look, Otabek is deviously patient, and once Yuri finds that out he will find a way to turn those traits to evil. Like asking Otabek how to get vengeance on someone who was rude to Mrs. Katsuki. Yuri wont stand for it. French fry lured seagulls, Otabek says with a straight face, because of course he does. What's that? Well, you lure seagulls one french fry at a time to the aria where rude tourists usually gather so they are haggard by said avian for food, thus giving them a shuddering terror of the birds every time they have a meal outside. Parking lots near coastal towns will never be the same.

Get told not to lure seagulls with french fries: they are amassing an army and it's starting to scare people.

Climb a lamp post: This is mostly a dare. Until Yuri can't get down. Otabek helps him, but they never speak of how long it took for Yuri to get back to ground level again because he was afraid to let go of the pole until he knew Otabek would catch him. It becomes an inside joke. May or may not be why the Russian skate team keeps trying to get Otabek to catch them. (Only Yuri is allowed this privileged.)

Discover Otabek is an absolute heater when he's asleep: Storms knock power out. Generator needed for fridge and such. It gets cold. Only room with heat? Yuri and Otabek's. Why? Because Otabek fell asleep hours ago, and radiates that pleasant sleepy warm like he was a small fusion star. Woke up wondering why he is surrounded by people laying on him, and questioning if he's allowed to move to go do morning things. Manages to find a way. Thirty minutes latter everyone else wakes up because all that heat dissipated quickly. It's okay. Powers back on a few hours latter.

Figure out exactly how many M&Ms Yuri can fit in his mouth: 37. He drools after that.

Discover Otabek's reading glasses actually make him hotter and that's an absolute fucking sin: look, he's just trying to do his homework, okay? Collage credits don't amass themselves.

Find out Otabek is a math dork: He and Yuri are watching ice skating play backs with Mari. Otabek is writing out equations absently mindedly as they do. When asked: it's the equations of the skaters jumps and spins. He's working out how to improve them per individual skater. For funzies. Yuri is both impressed and disgusted. No one should like math this much. And if they do, they shouldn't help the enemy. Otabek tells Yuri how to get higher on his quad and suddenly this is the best thing ever. Victor hears. Yuuri is impressed. Otabek winds up on the roof again, trying to escape. No, he is not going to school for maths.

Discover Yuri is actually a pretty good cook. Once he gets over the disgust of spots on vegetables, and figures out how to use a knife (thanks for that Mr. Katsuki, JJ is DOOMED), he's very methodical (perfectionist) so while it takes him longer, it turns out right most times.

Scare the living shit out of people: It's the three am five miles out, five miles back jog Otabek dose every day he can. Yuuri finds out and joins him. Makes breakfast taste better, they say. Yuri thinks they are nuts. Not for the running. For three am.

I got more, but honestly, I have so So SO much for these ice babies.

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froggy-clubhouse · 2 years

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Story i wrote tonight where Steve age regresses without realizing it as a trauma response n Eddie notices one day and takes care of him! Takes place after season 4 but Eddie survives and the Byers move back to Hawkins cus i say so :) Only part one i will write part two and post it soon!!!

So many thanks to @electricblue-scoobydoo who edited this fic and had many kind words about it!!!! Please show them love <3

TW: monsters, fighting, death mention (no death), mentions of max being in hospital, nightmares, bed wetting, panic attack

Steve hadn't necessarily planned for nightmares when the Upside Down first reared its ugly head. He had pictured dealing with the monsters, taking care of the kids, and moving on in a very manly and concise manner. It took one full night alone in his big empty house for the terror to finally seep in. This is his life now.

After one particular nightmare including demogorgons somehow spawning in his parents' big walk-in closet, Steve spent a small fortune on night lights. He plugged one into every wall and along extension cords strung in the hallway. He had even considered Christmas lights before the memory of the Byers’ living room crept into his mind. He spent the rest of highschool afraid of the dark, slipping weapons under his bed and padlocking every door in his house.

Just as he started to get used to living with the first attack the second happened, then the third. By the time Vecna became the threat it was, Steve had resigned to living in constant fight or flight. He could see it on the others' faces that he wasn't the only one in such a state. He was the oldest, and not the smartest out of everyone (definitely the dumbest) and surprisingly not the strongest with fighting (though he was always willing to throw himself in the line of fire) so he had to be the most put together. He was the person who took care of everyone else, licked their wounds and drove them to school. He planned summer outings for the kids, helped Robin make it to band practice on time, and drove Jonathan to the garage when his car needed new brakes.

With Vecna and all its repercussions, Steve found it the hardest he ever had to be the rock. It all culminated late July when their self proclaimed party gathered in the trailer park to run through the Munsons’ garden hose. Steve had been shaken awake that morning by the vision of demobats bursting through his bedroom window and aiming their vitriol straight at him. He flinched so hard he fell out of bed and sat stunned for a few long moments before realising at some point in that terror he had wet himself. That sent a sharp embarrassment running over his skin and he couldn't help himself anymore, he buried his head in his knees and cried so hard his voice was still hoarse even an hour later.

Now he leaned against the side of the Munsons’ new (double wide!) trailer and fought off the urge to go home. Lucas had a rough week after visiting Max in the hospital and receiving no update on when she could come home. El said she was talking again but couldn't move most of her body. Steve himself had visited her enough to know just how much of an effect seeing someone you care about in such a state could have. He just needed to be there for Lucas, to be a steady presence in this summer sun and a rude home when the bugs got too much.

Eddie was busy chasing Dustin and Will with the hose. He seemed far too put together for a person who had months prior brushed shoulders with death. He laughed easily and quickly caught up to the two boys who huddled against each other, shrieking, as the cold water hit them. In a flash, Eddie turned around and caught Mike off guard with the water, successfully soaking him and his sandwich. Mike shot up off the grass in offense. Steve watched as a battle broke out. He stood on shaky legs to go fix another sandwich for Mike before too much of a problem could start.

Just as he finished up the specifics of Mike's sandwich (the kid was picky), a heavy set of footsteps approached him from behind. Startled, Steve dropped the sandwich onto the fold-out table below him and jumped, lifting his arms up defensively and turning around to face what he fully suspected was a monster ready to tear him apart. Instead he was faced with a shocked Eddie Munson who raised his hands up placatingly and backed away a few steps.

Steve started forward with wide eyes, rapidly searching Eddie and his surroundings to make sure they were absolutely safe. Monster free. Eddie watched, cautious and worried, a crease between his brows and frown digging into his features. Steve's face flushed in embarrassment. Oh god, did he seriously just attempt to punch Eddie in his own front yard?

“Hey big guy, it's just me,” Eddie moved forward a step very carefully, “just Eddie here to retrieve the food for that heathen.” Steve stared on, frozen, as Eddie gestured to the table behind him. Something in his brain was not clicking. He felt…. foggy? Eddie waited another few seconds before just moving around Steve and grabbing the plate. Tears pricked at Steve's eyes as he tried to catch up to what had just happened. He was still sensitive from that morning, he was just tired. He was, truthfully, confused.

“Stay right here.” Eddie said softly, taking in the oncoming tears in Steve's vision. Steve nodded and watched, wide-eyed, as Eddie returned to the kids momentarily. Steve was frozen in place. He felt the same as he had all those long nights alone. Like when would skip classes to collect himself in the bathroom, holding a hand tight over his mouth to catch any embarrassing whimpers. Everything was suddenly much bigger than him, like he was somehow faded around his edges.

Eddie returned quick enough and steered Steve to the side of the house with a sturdy hand on his shoulder. Steve struggled to keep up with the pace. Eddie's face softened when they reached their destination amongst the grown-out grass of the Munsons’ yard. Steve stared at him, somewhat still stuck, but slowly coming back to himself. Waves of panic were flushing down his body and disappearing into the dirt.

“Are you ok?” Eddie asked quietly. He examined Steve's body briefly to see if he had somehow gotten hurt in the half-minute Eddie had taken his eyes off him. Steve nodded out of reflex. Of course he was okay, he was always okay. Eddie tilted his head at the answer.

“Why am I finding that hard to believe?” Steve looked down and shrugged, feeling somewhat reprimanded. He didn't want to get in trouble for lying. Out of his sight, Eddie raised his eyebrows and took in Harrison's form yet again. This time he was just trying to make sense of what he was looking at. He’d almost find it amusing to see Steve standing there like a child caught sneaking into the pantry if the circumstances were not as they were. Steve was obviously dealing with some sort of trauma-thing.

Eddie hesitated another moment before realizing that tears had escaped Steve’s eyes and his shoulders were now shaking slightly. Steve let out a small, helpless sniffle and Eddie suddenly found it hard to not just hug the dumb prep. He couldn't though. They weren't those kinds of friends, and Steve certainly wasn't that sort of person. Steve brought his shaky hands up to wrap them around his shoulders and Eddie's heart broke into tiny bits.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! I'm not mad at you! You’re safe, everyone else is safe. We’re okay.'' Steve took in a shaky breath and shook his head. Eddie panicked. “No, listen, I promise. Look!” Steve lifted his gaze shyly to see Eddie standing tall with his arms out. “Normal world! No shadow realm, no baddies! Me and you and those hooligans over there are out in the real an’ normal sun together safe and sound, hm?” Steve sniffled and looked back down at his feet. He sucked in a sharp gasp of air. Eddie dropped his arms and stepped even closer.

“Hey, uh, deep breaths bud. Gotta get air in your lungs.” Steve nodded and dramatically opened his mouth to take in a lungful, choking on it. “Okay, maybe less deep?” Steve looked up at Eddie and pulled the breath in through his nose instead. Eddie smiled at that. “Yeah, that's better.” Steve’s breathing began to even out.

The two stood in silence as Steve gathered himself and Eddie observed cautiously. Steve’s demeanor was odd but not unfamiliar. It was a weird effect he couldn't really put his finger on. Steve almost seemed smaller in the way he was standing, huddled against himself and wide-eyed. Eddie smiled softly when their gazes met and felt a lightbulb shoot off above his head. Steve seemed childish. He was staring at Eddie, scared, like he couldn't possibly take care of himself at the moment. He stared like Eddie was something so much bigger than himself.

“How do you feel now?” Steve averted his gaze to his shoes and shook his head. Eddie furrowed his brow in confusion. That did absolutely nothing to answer his question. “Words bud '' Steve looked back at him helplessly for a few long seconds before speaking up.

“Tired” he croaked out, struggling over the “r” sound in the word, his voice the meekest Eddie had ever heard it sound. Childish. Eddie was starting to get a slight grasp on what was going on.

“Well, uh, do you wanna nap at my place or go home?” Steve shook his head again and Eddie held back a giggle. He really didn't mean to make fun of his friend in this state but it was indeed kinda cute!

“Stevie,” the other boy's head shot up, face pink and shy. Eddie smiled internally: that nickname was a lucky find.

“Home.” Steve mumbled. Eddie nodded and thought for a minute how to transport all the kids while keeping Steve sheltered from them. Something about the state he was in seemed far too vulnerable to be exposed to all those heathens. Eddie felt overprotective of Steve. He sorta wanted to wrap this version of Steve up and hide him away somewhere safe forever. It was a weird reaction to seeing his friend cry that he honestly wasn't prepared to have.

“Lemme go tell the kids you’ve got a major migraine so they’ll leave you alone, okay?” Eddie waited for Steve to nod, “Okay, then I'll drive your car and drop 'em all off right?” He waited again. “Then we go home.” Steve nodded one last time before leaning back against the trailer heavily. Eddie let out a sigh and moved on with his genius plan.

The drive home was stressful without Steve's strict parenting. Not that the kids usually obeyed him but they at least reigned in their chaos a bit better around Steve. The whole way around Hawkins, the five teenagers in the back of Steve's car continued playing car games and singing along to the music on the radio and shoving each other whilst also being considerate to steves ‘migraine’. Eddie would usually sit in the passenger seat, feet propped up and join in on the chaos. He’d probably even enjoy poking fun at Steve, but now he was just trying to drive as carefully as possible while subtly exploding every single kids’ heads.

Usually Steve would never let him get even close to the driver's seat of his beloved car. Now though, Steve—or Stevie, sat curled up in the passenger seat, silent. He watched out the window and ignored the kids goofing off. Eddie prayed he was just tired and not in some depressive haze. Maybe Steve even had the awareness to realize how vulnerable this version of himself was: self preservation.

They dropped off the last batch of teens and headed to the Harringtons’ large house. Eddie had seen it before from the outside, but this would be the very first time he had ever been inside. Despite having such an impressive home, Steve hadn't really seemed willing to let anyone in it. They usually met up at Eddie's trailer or the Wheeler's house. More recently they had been enjoying the privacy the Byers’ home gave them. Never the luxury of Steve Harrington's family home.

Part two <3

#agere #age regression #babyre #age dreaming #baby regression #cglre #agedre #agere fanfiction #stranger things agere #steve Harrington agere #eddie munson carer

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jaydeestoybox · 5 days

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Jaydee's Doll House

There once was a box. A toybox.

Jaydee's Toy Box.

Everything in the box belonged to Jaydee, and everything that belonged to Jaydee had a space in the box. He took things out to play with them, use them, sometimes even just to look at them, but always put them back. He was organised, purposeful, and almost militant. He liked things neat, tidy, and almost perfect. He'd love it if things could be truly perfect, but he's learned that doesn't exist.

Though his belongings all fit in the box, something was missing. There was a space in his box that needed to be filled. But what? Sometimes, he played with things that weren't his, but he was careful.

He made sure nothing that wasn't his ended up staying in his toybox.

He hated that there was something missing, though. He hated it so much that sometimes he'd put things that weren't his in there, or let them fall in accidentally, pretending not to notice them. But it didn't feel quite right. It didn't feel perfect, and remember that Jaydee liked... no,

expected

perfect things. The closest he found to perfect was a doll. Space for a Doll? No, because boys don't play with dolls. So he spent time crafting, what he thought was his masterpiece.

His Dolls House.

Tucked away in the dark and quiet corner of his box was the biggest secret he's ever hidden. His most precious and prized possession:

📍the world's safest dollhouse.

It was perfect, and yet it lay vacant. So it was imperfect. Almost perfect won't suffice. Jaydee liked... no, expected. Jaydee expected perfection.

So when he realised the dolls house he meticulously crafted was incomplete (and therefore imperfect), he went searching for the perfect doll to live in his toy box. Maybe tiny and perfect, to fit in the tiny and perfect dolls house that he built to hide in the safest corner of his toy box.

He played with many dolls. Some plastic, porcelain, tiny, soft, almost perfect. But none would get to call his box their home. They were simply not "his" dolls.

And Jaydee never let things that weren't his stay in his box.

As Jaydee started to lose hope, he went to slam his box shut in frustration after spending so long staring at the blank space...

A broken doll.

In his toybox,

He didn't put it there.

A fragile, brittle thing. But a doll nonetheless. A broken doll isn't the perfect doll that he was looking for, but it occurred to him that he could mould this one to make a perfect doll. And he had learned a long time ago that there was no such thing as perfect. If he kept this one, all her broken parts, he could reassemble her to be a perfect doll - even better than that,

His perfect doll.

So he made the decision to let her stay in his box, he bundled all her pieces into the first rag he could find and ushered her into the darkest corner of the box where he hid the safest dolls hose in the entire world (Because it was his, of course). He was taken aback by her gratitude for what he felt was barely adequate care, but didn't stop to ponder it for long. He had a bigger question, and he didn't know how long it would take to wrap his head around this one. How did she get there? When did she get there?

He was keeping her, so locked the box while he thought. He couldn't have her running away, or worse, having any of her parts stolen by someone else.

But running away was the last thing on her mind!

My mind. Because this is my diary, the diary of a broken doll. Who lives in the safest dolls house, tucked away in a quiet corner of Jaydee's Toy Box.

Everything that belonged to Jaydee has a space in his box, and everything in his box belonged to him...so I belong to him. He'll get to own me, fix me, dress me up, nurture me, and break me just to start all over again if he feels like it. He said doing those things would bring him pleasure. I don't see how, but...

If Jaydee said so, then it must be true.

I'm Jaydee's broken doll

and soon I'll be Jaydee's perfect doll.

Welcome to my diary, it's nice to meet you!

- Doll °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Saul Silva/Farah - Chaotic love

A/N: italics will be different language

Part two:

Saul had brought everything you needed to clean the car, and he stood there with his arms crossed as you sat up and looked at it.

“It’s just gonna get dirty again.” You said.

“I don’t care, you did it you clean it.” He said.

Shrugging, you stood up and stretched, grabbing the hose you turned the nozzle and sprayed water all over the car, using it to get most of the mud off.

You hummed to yourself, doing a little dance as you did.

Saul stood watching, making sure that if you tried anything he would be ready for it.

You turned to water off, and looked up at the blazing sun and huffed a little as you took your leather jacket off and set it over someone else’s car. You were wearing a sleeveless tank top.

Saul took the time to look at the tattoos that traveled up your arm, over your shoulders and disappear down your back.

You looked at him and smirked, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you walked over to him.

“Like what you see?”

Saul said nothing and he carefully watched you stand in front of him and he took a step back.

“Aw I’m not scary am I Saul?” You asked.

“I just think you should keep your distance and get back to what you’re supposed to be doing.” He said.

You grinned and raised your hands as you blacked away from him, grabbing the soap bottle you poured it on to the car.

Saul blinked and walked over, taking the bottle from your hands.

“What’re you doing?”

“Using soap?”

“Have you ever actually cleaned a car before?”

“Strangely enough cars never seemed to last long enough to be cleaned.”

Sighing, he grabbed the bucket and put some in the bucket and filled it up with water then handed it to you and he walked away with the bottle of soap.

“That’s just gonna take longer!” You complained.

“Great it means you’re not causing trouble for a while.” Saul chuckled.

He turned around to set the bottle he was holding on the floor, and you looked at the sponge in your hand.

You didn’t even think about it, you just threw it and it hit his back, bouncing on the floor.

Saul stood stood, placing his hand on his back and he looked at it before turning around.

“Really?” He asked.

You grinned and he tossed it back over, making it land in the bucket and you pouted a little.

“You’re really no fun.”

You cleaned the car quietly and it didn’t take much longer to finish and you pulled your jacket back on.

“There you go princess, nice clean car.” You smirked.

You walked away and made your way back to your room where you found Jamie sitting down on your sofa, flicking through TV channels.

“Sup kid?”

“Just bored.” He shrugged.

“Same, shouldn’t you be in detention still?”

“Open window.”

You smirked a little, ruffling his hair.

“Atta boy, I taught you well.”

Getting up, you made your way to the little kitchen you had and started to prep dinner for the pair of you.

You knew it wouldn’t be long until they came to find him, and this was going to be the first place the check.

“Do you want spicy?”

“What’re you making?”

You showed him the box.

“Fajita.”

He grinned and excitedly nodded his head, jumping up to run over and help you cook it.

“You cut the chicken.”

Jamie nodded his head, and you washed your hands and dried them as you opened your room door and peaked your head out.

You saw someone walking past and you pointed at them.

“You got any rice?”

“Uhm.. no but I can get you some?”

You nodded your head and they told you they’d be back soon and you left the door open as you walked over to the TV to put some music on.

While Jamie carried on cutting the chicken, you started cooking everything else.

“Jamie (L/N) you should be in detention.”

You both turned to the door and you grinned as you looked at Farah.

“Oo rice! Can you set it on the counter?”

She put it down and you nodded your head for them to come in.

The two walked in and you took the cooked chicken, tossing it into the pan and washed your hands after Jamie and you started to look through the ingredients.

“What are you making?” Farah asked.

“Fajitas! But aunt makes them better than anyone!” Jamie grinned.

You pulled some spices out and lined them up along the counter.

Farah and Saul looked at them, there was a lot.

“Which ones do you want?”

Jamie hummed a little, walking over as he looked at them.

“Do you think they can handle spice?” He replied.

You looked at the two teachers.

“Who said they were joining?”

Jamie follies his eyes at you and turned to his teachers.

“Do you wanna eat with us?” He asked.

“I guess I could do with some food.” Saul shrugged.

He looked at Farah.

“Alright, I’ll join in as well.”

Jamie looked at you.

“I don’t think they can handle spice.”

“I personally think we should make it like normal.”

He snickered at you and Farah and Saul frowned, trying to figure out what the pair of you could possibly be talking about.

They knew it was about them by the way you both kept looking at them, but they couldn’t figure out the words.

“If you have something to say then just say it, don’t hide it.” Farah said.

“There’s no fun in that.” You winked.

You watched as Jamie picked some spices and put the others away and he started cutting up some more ingredients.

“So how long have you known to cook Jamie?” Saul asked.

He walked over to start washing the dishes that were quickly piling up and Farah came over to dry them and set them on the other counter.

“Since I was like little, I love cooking with auntie, she’s a well good cook. She used to work in a restaurant too!”

“You’re a chef?” Farah asked you.

“Used to be, I got bored of making overpriced food for people.”

“Then you got into criminal activity?”

You glanced at her, letting Jamie take over cooking as you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge as you leant back against the counter.

“If you must know, no. Been doing it since I was a kid, stopped while I came here, then became a chef, quit that, moved home and started having fun again.”

You showed them away as you finished cooking and played everything up and you carried it all to the table.

“Enjoy.”

You smirked as you sat down to make your fajita while they did the same and Saul looked at you.

“I don’t like that smirk, what did you do?” He asked.

“Nothing, you watched me make it.”

You ate your food and he narrowed his eyes at you as he took a bite and you watched it register on his face as he stood up.

Jamie laughed loudly and Farah looked up slightly amused.

“Can’t handle spice?” You mocked.

He put his head under the tap to try and get rid of the burning in his mouth and you grabbed a cup and poured some milk in.

Pulling his head away from the tap you handed him the cup and he quickly downed it.

You held out the carton of milk for him and he took it, downing the contents as he stopped to take a deep breath.

“I think it’s nice.” Farah said.

“Ooo she can handle it! Looks like it’s just you big baby.” You mocked.

Walking over to the table, you pulled another bowl from next to you and set it next to his plate and gestured to it.

“I didn’t make all spicy chicken, I just thought it would be funny.”

“Funny?! I felt like I was dying!”

He set the carton on the counter and ran some water, washing his face and dried it on his shirt and walked back over, sitting down next to you.

“That’s mild.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“You’re choice.” You shrugged.

Leaning back in your chair you smirked at him as you ate your food and you looked over at Farah who smiled a little.

“This is really good, do you make a lot of food like this?”

“Spicy food? Yeah, I like flavour.”

“It’s good, maybe you could teach our chefs a thing or two.” She laughed.

You laughed as well, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m not getting back into the cooking game.”

“You’re all about cars and trouble right?” Jamie grinned.

You grinned back, giving him a thumbs up and looked back at Saul who was still looking at his food in suspicion.

“Oh my god you’re an absolute baby, here.”

Taking his plate, you leant over to table grabbing everything and you made him a fajita and put it back in front of him.

“You wuss.”

Jamie snickered and Saul picked his dinner up.

“I feel like I’ve just been insulted.”

“You’ll never know.” You said.

Getting up, you walked away from the table towards the kitchen again.

God you loved messing with them, it was so entertaining for you

#fate the winx saga x you #fate the winx saga x reader #fate the winx saga imagine #fate the winx saga #saul silva imagine #saul silva #saul silva x you #saul silva x reader #farah dowling imagine #farah dowling #farah dowling x you #farah dowling x reader

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2023 Bahama Cruise, Part 5. March 14. Boat keeping while hunkered down at Lee Stocking Island.

We motorsailed to Lee Stocking from Staniel Cay on Sunday March 12. On Monday we did boat keeping. “Boat” boatkeeping on a boat is slightly different than “house” housekeeping on shore. Yes, Nancy still sweeps, vacuums and wipes everything down. But “Boat keeping” involves a lot of maintenance issues also.

The day starts out for me before sunrise. Listening to Chris Parker “The sailors weather guru” on a Tescan Single Side Band receiver. I can run a small antenna wire up the rigging. Or connect the radio antenna via a copper wire to a stay inside the cabin as is seen in the photo. Reception is so good here with Chris transmitting from Tampa Florida. I can just use the rabbit ear on the Tescan radio.

Nancy had sopped up 2 gallons of fluid out of the bilge while we were waiting on the fuel dock Sunday. There was definitely diesel in what she pulled out of the bilge. She double bagged it up and left it in the trash bin at Staniel. They burn the trash there, you might see a darker black plume of smoke if you are anchored nearby.

Monday morning we checked the bilge and found it full again. So we sucked it out this time with our oil pump. Looks like diesel, and feels like diesel.

We thought we had a diesel tank leak. Lars just bought a boat of similar age. His diesel tank ended up having a leak due to corrosion, and had to be replaced. Could we be having the same issue? Or am I jumping to conclusions?

If it is a micro leak, then we could be heading back to the states in a hurry. Will we have enough diesel on deck to fill up the tank as we motor home while it is leaking? Where do we put all the diesel that leaks?

The hatch over the bilge is open in the photo above. After we suck out the fluid in the bilge, I go hunting for the leak. Need to check the engine oil, so the engine is the first logical place to check for a diesel leak. To access the engine, I have to remove the companionway steps. Which means Nancy either has to stay in the cockpit or cabin for the duration. She decided to stay in the cockpit.

Removed the steps, then removed the engine cover. Oil checks good, no sign of a diesel leak. Damn, nothing is easy.

Which means, the bedding in the aft cabin gets pulled out and piled in the main cabin. Then at least one of the two mattresses in the aft cabin comes out into the main cabin.

After accessing the fuel tank under the aft mattresses, I do not see any obvious signs of diesel fuel leaking in the bilge. Damn, now where could the leak be?

Flip flopped the remaining mattress to access the bilge. Once the center hatch covers are removed. I do some bilge yoga and find the leak. It is the water maker that is leaking. My fault! Tighten down the hose clamps, and the leak stops. So problem solved. Whew! Mostly seawater in the bilge with a hint of diesel on top.

I take this time to open the port main cabin lazaret to access the starter battery. Using a trickle charger to top off the starter battery it takes hours to charge up. Again the cabin ends up in array as the seat cushion and hatch have to go someplace else for hours.

Tuesday we travelled 3 miles down to Rat Key to snorkel on two trucks placed near the beach. With the winds, swell and current we cancelled the dive. Our dinghy does not have the engine on it yet, due the the wave action. We put it on at Andros but later removed the engine. Lifting on to a bracket for crossing TOTO. We need to have smooth seas to hang the engine on the dinghy. Above is the small house on Childrens Bay Cove, probably the grounds keepers house. We would both take this house over the big house on the top of the island. He gets a 270 view of the water.

Out comes the inflatable paddleboard. During open water crossings it lives in the stand up shower in the head. Which we never use to shower in. Besides stacking our cockpit seat cushions in it during the year, it holds 3 cases of beer and the paddleboard for crossings.

Nancy pumping up her inflatable paddleboard. She paddled to shore. On her way there she had a nice size Bull shark circle her once then follow behind her about 20 feet back. Having a Bull shark waiting on you making a mistake, does make you concentrate on paddle technique and balance.

While she was gone I dove the anchor. Lucky for me she distracted the local Bull shark.

Nancy checked out two different beaches. Only Nancy can find someone to talk to on a deserted Island. She spent 20 minutes talking to a fellow sailor walking the beach.

After her paddle, Nancy got out the electric sheep sheers and gave me a haircut. Man that feels better! Now I just have to get all the hair off of the transom of the boat.

We store our 1 lb. propane tanks for the grill in the anchor locker. Just incase one leaks, you do not want it in the cabin. Liquid propane expands 270 times in volume. So 1 gallon of liquid propane (4.2 lbs) turns into 270 gallons of vapor by volume. Or one of the camper size 1 lb. bottles becomes 64 gallons by volume of vapor. Which is heavier than air, and not what you want in your bilge.

Enough of that. We cooked a great flank steak on the grill hanging on the stern rail.

The front hit us about 0430 in the morning. Plenty of rain to wash off the decks. Wind shift of 180 degrees. Gust of 25 knots or so. One of our neighbor catamarans swung by for a visit. He eventually pulled up his anchor and moved away.

S/V Sea Breeze, Lee Stocking Island, Exuma, Bahamas.

#Seabreeze2023 #exuma #seabreeze2022

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The Alibi of All Time | AIRika/Adrik | Trial 3.2 | Re: Erik A, Erisu, Erik Azr, Arakiel, Eureka, Byrne

Oh, god damn. It looks like their actions have been brought up a lot. Burned food, speedwalking- what’s next? They decide now is a better time than ever to share what they’ve been up to in the past few hours.

“Jesus, this looks bad. Okay. I should probably break down a few things since a lot of things being brought up are just because of me and unrelated to any of this shit.”

They sigh. They’re going to look so, so stupid.

Soo, I was in the eatery this afternoon. Why? I wanted to get rid of my stupid fucking rubber chicken. I hated it. I just had it in my room, and I almost burned it, but then realized that’s probably a horrible idea! So today, I took it to the eatery and stabbed it repeatedly. Erik was there. He saw me do that, and he didn’t judge for some reason.

After that? I was hungry, and I wanted to prove myself. Erik always cooks for me, but I’m a grown ass adult. I could take care of myself. I then fucked everything up. Holy shit, you all should’ve been there. I made the worst fucking grilled cheese. It was so awful. I forgot to take the plastic off the cheese again. I forgot. Fuck me. The eatery was covered in smoke. I was coughing. But that was my fucking creation, so I was going to eat it. I forced myself to eat half of it. It tasted like shit. I chugged water, but the fucking taste wouldn’t go away. I was desperate.“

Where the hell is this story going? It’s already insane, but Adrik continues on as if this is all perfectly normal.

”So I left the eatery at about 5:10PM. Erik left a little before, I’d say around 5. I wanted this awful fucking taste out of my mouth, but the water glasses weren’t doing it. That’s when I got an idea.

Hoses are strong. Hoses have water. I was going to hose my mouth down.

I saw Erik and Erik A in the garden on my way to the greenhouse, but I didn’t care. No. I needed this stupid taste gone. I spent ten minutes just looking for a hose, and when I found one? Okay, so I didn’t know how to use a hose. I sprayed myself all over. It did nothing. It was sad, and pathetic, and thank God nobody was there. I left at 5:35PM to see stupid fucking rain. So now, I was double wet! Yay! I went back to my room, but accidentally tracked some mud on the way in. I didn’t even notice until the investigation, but the prints match my feet. I went back to feed the fishies, change, and dry off.

I think I finally left at 6PM to go to the laundry room to try to clean and dry my outfit off before the next motive event. Yeah, I saw Erisu leaving her room, going somewhere north on the map. I was holding my damp clothes, like she said. I then spent the next two hours trying to clean and dry my outfit off. Getting the mud off wasn’t that difficult, but nothing I did would dry the cape. I was too nervous to put it in the dryer for shrinkage, so I was doing everything else. It was still damp when I left. I didn’t notice Erik A on my way to the next motive thing, but it makes sense if he went to the eatery.“

Jesus Christ. Adrik almost seems out of breath by the time they’re done sharing.

"So, to summarize? The eatery smoke, the cut-up rubber chicken, the mess in the greenhouse and the footprints going into the dormitory hall are all my fault. Unrelated to the case. The murders are not my fault.”

It’s all sheer insanity, but when has Adrik been known to make good decisions or behave in a normal way? With their alibi now out in the open, they huff, moving on to actual theorizing and evidence discussion.

“…So let me get this straight, again. Repeating what’s been said. Eureka saw Ae-ra at the dog house, where the toys were taken to make a noose. Byrne said that Ae-ra seemed very unstable during the motive. We found a note with Arakiel’s handwriting inviting Erika C to the crime scene, and Ae-ra is the only person who has seen his handwriting. The letter was written in a style not like Arakiel, and he has an alibi for 5:30PM. Also, remember last trial? Ae-ra openly was terrified of Erika Chen and even spent tokens to trade spots to get away from her.”

They won’t point the finger. Not their place! However, they have to add on to the situation. This was either one hell of a coincidence, or something else. Besides, it’s too early. There’s more to consider here.

#AIRika #trial3 #submission

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alfredosauce50 · 2 years

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How about something with 2p Canada. I’m curious about your interpretation of him.

Fic, headcanon list, or whatever. It’s up to you this time.

!!! You got my attention. It’s weird that I’ve never done 2p Canada, so it’s about time I change that! I already have a few ideas for our Mountie 🍁 Let’s go with some headcanons to start him off. Again, thanks for requesting the stuff I haven’t done yet. I’d reckon these are pretty important for character development!

2p! Canada Headcanons

He looks just like the kind of person he is. Stoic, intimidating, but with so much more to unpack. Once you get past his quiet exterior, you’ll notice he’s actually quite mellow, and a bigger person than you could possibly imagine.

Appearance

He has rich, honey blonde hair that goes well past his shoulders. For someone so ruggedly handsome, his curls are worthy of a shampoo advertisement. He usually ties them up in a low ponytail, and somehow, he makes it work without looking like a founding father. On some days, he will rock a man bun.

Matt is very tall. Like, 6’4” kinda tall. He’s got a pretty muscular build too, so if you see him in the woods, you could mistake him for a bear. Fortunately, he’s always wearing something red, be it his flannel, or Mountie uniform. He frequently alternates between the two like they’re the only clothes he owns. Under them is a plethora of scars, as if he’s been clawed by something. He’s never shown them to anybody.

Appearance is the last of his priorities. He doesn’t care to look good, and he doesn’t care that people see him and immediately go, ‘wow, it looks like he could take your head off’. In fact, he finds it useful to his anti-social nature.

Personality

He is a very introverted soul. Matt speaks only when necessary, and that’s usually when someone talks to him first. Small-talk is a big no. He doesn’t have the capacity or willingness to follow social cues, be friendly, or ‘go with the flow’. It’s a pain in the ass to force connection, and be something he’s not. Many people think badly of him for this, but he just puts a lot of value on his own time and energy.

On the outside, he’s serious and mechanical. He’s not afraid to say what he thinks, and you can’t even hold it against him because he backs it up with sound reasoning. Calm, quick-witted, and straight to the point, being around him can be stifling. But if you get to know him, you realize he does this in good intention. If you see that, he will appreciate you and be comfortable with you.

That’s why he’s so good at police work, or being out in the wilderness where he’s not the only one walking out there. He’s the voice of reason for his friends, and they rely on him a lot because of it. “So, we’re running out of gas and we’ll be stranded before we reach the next town. It’s either we turn around now, or let Mother Nature do its course. Cast in your votes, guys.”

He can be a little shit if he wants to. When you’re chummy enough, he won’t hold back on teasing you and making inside jokes. If he likes you, it’s even worse. Matt will be a menace. He’s the type to spray you with the garden hose and bully you as his way of ‘flirting’. If you get frustrated, he will just go, “what’re you gonna do about it?” with a shit-eating grin. He knows you’ll forgive him eventually, so he ensures to not go overboard.

Despite that, he is very protective. If other people make fun of you, he will get annoyed. His mindset is ‘only I can make fun of you’, mostly because he never means anything by it. (And also, it’s his thing, so everyone else can beat it.) On top of that, he tends to know enough about your plans just in case he needs to come to your aid. Otherwise, he’s always thinking of how you’re doing, and is very considerate.

Matt is super loyal. If his friend killed somebody and approached him for help, he’d immediately go, “where are we gonna hide the body?” Yes, he may be a cop, but he can make it stretch for someone he cares about—“you know what, they deserved it anyway.” Same goes for before the axe comes down. Allen is the one who would say, “I need your help. I can’t tell you what it is, you can never ask me about it later, and we’re gonna hurt some people”, to where he’d just reply, “whose car we gonna take?”

Interests

It’s a no brainer that he’s an enthusiast for the outdoors. He loves going on hikes, camping, fishing, geocaching, and hanging around in places where wild animals are. It’s how he gets away from the world and finds peace away from people. Out here in the woods, by that lake, or hours away from civilization, nobody can bother him in his space. If he ever gets you to come with him, you bet your ass you’re on the top of his list.

He loves woodwork. Matt is a very hands-on person, and mechanical things just tend to agree with him. If he has spare time, he will go all out and make a cabin out of scratch.

His favorite song is ‘Instant Crush’ by Daft Punk. He’s not fond of using technology, but he likes to have something to listen to while he does stuff. If you see him by himself, he will usually have something playing in his earbuds.

He likes animals more than people. Animals tend to like him too. However, he’s not a vegetarian or anything like his brother, Allen. He doesn’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with eating meat, just the way how most people get it. Otherwise, he’s a true friend to the animals. If there were no legal barriers, he would hunt poachers for sport because he can.

Matt is okay at cooking, but he’s really good with a grill. Also, he can use a heated rock like a pan.

Psychology + romance

Befriending him is hard enough, but romance? Most people don’t get past the first stage. He’s super independent and gets on well by himself. Low-maintenance and introverted to boot, it will take more than a few run-ins before he becomes your friend. Matt has subconsciously accepted that most wouldn’t want his company, given how cold his exterior is. But if you see past that, you’ll have his attention. And it’s a good kind.

For the people he’s fond of, he has a hard time staying away from. Matt will show up at your door and take you out on spontaneous drives to his favorite spots. That, or he picks you up for a night in town. Sometimes, he won’t do anything besides being around, like sleeping over or vice versa. He never flirts outright, and he’s pretty poor with his emotions, so he fails to see that his eagerness to be around you stems from something greater than an average friendship.

That’s why he can’t express himself—he has other love languages. Acts of service and gift giving, to be precise. He won’t say he likes you. Instead, he will make you things or go to your house to fix furniture or appliances. And he never makes a huge fuss about it, either. You might even come home to him drilling away in the kitchen or toilet. When you ask what he’s doing, he will go, “your sink was leaking.” If it’s the holiday season, he only gives homemade gifts. “Hey, I made you this mini Christmas village.”

Somewhere down the line, he will surprise you with a whole-ass log cabin. Even then, he still can’t see the truth his friends do—that he’s in love with you. It’s clear that something is there, but everything feels so natural, you barely realize where your relationship is headed.

Matt will eventually get intimate, and he still won’t see the connotations behind it. There’s no dating involved in this precarious stage. Funnily enough, he treats you like there is! He will see you as much as he can, hold your hand, and give the best hugs. If he feels up to it, he would even kiss your forehead or cheek. When you get flustered and ask him why, he will simply go, “because I want to.”

How he finally realizes his feelings is through two scenarios—jealousy, or a slow-burn. If you hang out with other guys, he will eventually get a little pissy about it. If it comes down to an argument, he will finally snap and shout, “I want you!” His face will redden from the outburst, but he comes to his senses and calms down to a softer tone of voice. “If you feel the same, stay home with me.”

The slow-burn, however, involves the gradual build-up of affection that he can’t resist. It’s inevitable with how comfortable he’s grown with you to the point of it being sensual. After a long day, all he wants to do is sit with you by the fire. If there’s silence, he won’t take his eyes off you as he leans in to kiss you for the first time. There was absolutely no dating stage or textbook flirting, and yet, feeling his mouth on yours feels so right. Matt will keep at it for a few minutes before he pulls away. He trusts that the gesture is more than sufficient as a confession.

He’s a very physical lover. What he can’t say, he will express through his touch. His hands will always be on you somehow, even if he’s just talking to you. Matt always insists to take baths with you to save water, but it’s really just a ruse to hide the fact that he probably wants more affection. What can he say, making out in the water is a treat. After that, he will cuddle you to sleep while caressing your back and spine.

When you’re finally together, everything comes like second nature. Matt is a man of a few words, but he’s on the same page as you more often than when he’s not. What you wanna do, eat, or see, it’s like he can read your mind. He’s hopeless with his own emotions, but it’s a different story with yours. He’s sensitive, perceptive, and very loving—you make it your mission to help him be this way with himself.

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Stubborn: Din Djarin x Gn!Reader

A/n: oh no! They have to snuggle to keep warm.

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of injury. Oh no! it’s very cold. Abuse of Mando’a.

The Razor Crest would choose to crap out here, on this nameless little worldlet drifting around a gas giant that hangs bloated in the sky, bright turbulent bands of storms that could eat this little chunk of rock and ice whole. A star that couldn't quite get its shit together. You had just finished feeding the Kid his evening meal, wiping a bit of soup from his mouth with your sleeve, when the lights went out. It went dead silent. The 'Crest was never silent. There was always the low hum of the reactor, subtle hiss of the coolant systems, steady whir of the air-exchangers. The Kid's little clawed hand grips your finger. "mwah?" "I don't--" The back up power comes on, the ancient control and nav systems booting back up in a series of low whirs and clicks, emergency lighting low and ruddy. The environmentals do not come back on-line. Those little claws poke at your skin, big shining eyes find yours in the dim light. "It's okay little guy," you say, drawing your finger along one of the Kid's velvety ears, "I'm gonna put you in your pram so you don't get cold, okay? Then I'm going to sort this mess out." You think about calling Mando on the comms, but you don't. Could be something as simple as some wiring turned brittle in the cold. He's tracking information instead of a bounty. You know this one is important to him, important to the Kid. You'll give it a go yourself, you've gotten to know the Razor Crest pretty well in your short time as crew. How bad can it really be?

Mando almost shot you the first time you talked to him. You were doing your usual, rambling around the shipyards of Gythal-9, a dusty little fly-speck of a world that you've been rotting on, looking for work, looking for excitement, hell, looking for anyone who wasn't the same dozen or so people you interacted with each day. Since the Empire fell, traffic had dwindled to near nothing, so any unfamiliar ship was worth eyeing as a potential way off. If you could get back to a planet with a decent spaceport you'd be rolling in credits. Here, you'd been scraping by fixing speeders and haulers and farm equipment, enough to keep you fed and clothed and shaded but precious little else. So when you saw a pre-Imperial Razor Crest parked in the dumpy little shipyard that Ississk ran, your heart swelled and not just with the anticipation of a possible escape. The 'Crest was and older model, probably second generation of it's kind, artillery turrets instead of laser cannons. Old school. Undeniably badass. There's signs of carbon scoring, panels crudely but efficiently replaced, but her inherent beauty is undeniable. "Har-chaak!" A modulated voice snarled from beneath the Razor Crest's belly. You hunkered down and peered into the shadow beneath the ship. You found a Mandalorian in full armor struggling to install a pressure regulator into the starboard engine's fuel line. "That's the wrong part," you said, and in a blink he had his blaster trained on you. "Who do you work for? Who sent you?" You hold your hands palms out, at shoulder level. "Easy, big guy. I was just admiring your ship. She's a classic. Pre-Empire right? She's gorgeous." The blaster lowers a fraction. You point to the pressure regulator and the coolant that's leaked into the dust. "That's the wrong size. You might limp it along for a bit, but you're just going to be paying for it again two systems over when the hoses blow. Who sold it to you? Was it Ississk?" "You mean the big orange Trandoshan?" "She ripped you off," you said and turned back towards the grimy office where Ississk held court, "Come on then." You jerk your head, meaning for the Mandalorian to follow you, and he does. "Oh no you don't," says Ississk '<you're costing me hard earned credits, human>" "Damn it, Izzy how we gonna get non-local business if you keep ripping off every non-local who drops by?" "<yes yes, I know, you play the hero and hope this one takes you off-world as reward>" she waves a clawed hand at the Mandalorian, "Show me the regulator, Mandalorian, your ship. She is a Mark 2 pre-Empire make. Out of Corellia, yes?" "Mark 3." "Ahh, yes. Pardon me." Ississk disappears behind a tattered curtain and rustles around. "You're in on the rip-off," says the Mandalorian. "You understand Dosh," "Yes. Can't speak it though." He says, "I'm impressed." "Don't hurt Izzy, ok? This was my dumbass idea--" "Here we are!," says Ississk, parting the curtain with a different, slightly larger pressure regulator curled in her scaly arm like a baby, "So sorry for your trouble, friend." "The difference, what do I owe--?" Ississk waves a clawed hand. "Nevermind the difference," she says, "Just mind you use the proper seal-bands. Mark-3's have quite a bit more flow-through." She hands the Mandalorian his parts and you mean to slink away when he grabs your wrist. You freeze. Your eyes flick up to his dark, t-visor. "You've cost me time," he says, "Help me install this thing and you might still get some credits."

And that's how you ended up being crew. You had installed his new regulator while berating him for the lackadaisical maintenance he's performed on his ship. Why are the settings like this? How has this not shit the bed? Do you ever degrease and clean any of this? When's the last time you even checked the hyperdrive calibration? And he only had a single question. Will you come with us? That was the deal. No contract. Nothing binding. Keep the Crest running as best as you were able, and in exchange you travel. We find a port that suits you and you take your pay and and go. That was the deal.

Mando finds you much like you found him, nuzzled up into the Razor Crest's belly. "What happened?" "Dunno," you reach up into the dark beyond the circle of the penlight you hold clamped between your teeth, "We lost the mains. Back-ups are still going, but the environmentals are offline." Your jaws chatter against the penlight, strobing the light and you lose track of the join your looking for. "Kriff-" "We need to go inside," says Mando, "It's too cold out here. We'll figure it out in the morning." "I've almost got it," you say, "Go in and get ready to boot the environmentals when I comm you." "Atin'ika," he sighs.

Atin'ika. That's his word for you. It's not Basic or Dosh or Huttese, but from the context you're guessing it means idiot. Atin'ika, usually accompanied by a gentle side to side shake of his head. The time you took a blaster shot to the arm at Auursuk. I'm fine. Atin'ika, let me see. The time he stopped you haggling with a corpulent junk dealer on Jakku who had the gall to charge you nearly twice the going rate for a pair of power-converters. We'll take them. He'd shouldered past you and pressed some battered Mon Calmari currency into the junk dealer's hand. He ripped you off. We need those parts, Atin'ika. "Alright," You say pressing the wires home into the boards, rope of cables coiled in your fist, "Open panel 2a, Flip the second from the bottom breaker." "Got it." There's a shower of sparks and everything goes dark around your save for the utility lights strung under the belly of the crest. "Mother FUCKER, stinking ass licking son of Imperial cunt-fuckers--" "It's too cold," says Mando, "You need to come inside." "We can't boost if we don't fix this--" "Inside." He says, in that tone that offers no room for second opinions, "Now." You climb the ramp and close it behind you. It's less raw inside but still kriffing cold. You unzip your parka and tuck your hands into your armpits in a vain attempt to warm them. "You okay?" Asks Mando. "Yeah," you say, it's already cold enough in the Crest that you breath plumes, "How's the little guy?" "Fast asleep," says Mando, "Snug as a flea in a Bantha's ear." "We gotta shut the external vents," you say, but it comes out clipped and stuttered, "We can run the scrubbers off the back-up batts. We don't wanna pull more cold air in here." "Heaters?" You notice that his beskar armor is laced in frost. He's got to be at least as cold as you. "No go," you say, "Not enough juice. How long is local night? What are we looking at here, Mando?" "15 hours." "Kriff." Your mind turns over and over, while Mando looks at you expectantly. He knows not to interrupt while you are like this. The back-up batteries are a passive system, a sealed box of radioactive material fitted with thermocouples. These back-up batts are purposefully isolated from the rest of the 'Crest's systems, low in the walls of the hold where their waste heat can't screw up anything vital. "Okay, we yank the cycler conduits loose and lay them against the back-up batt housing. The water will absorb the waste heat and then cycle through the hull. It won't be nice but it'll keep us from freezing solid." "What do I need to do?"

A couple hours and it's done. Mando retreated with the Kid to his berth, leaving you to the nest you've made yourself near the weapons locker. Will you be warm enough? I'll be fine. You rest on your thin mattress with every spare blanket you could find piled over you, but it's not enough. The cold seems to radiate up from the floor and settle in your bones. Eventually you give up sleeping and pace. If you could just get the blood flowing enough, if you could just get your hands and your feet to warm up enough that they don't distract you, then maybe-- You collide with Mando. He grips your upper arms, the dark of his visor unreadable as ever. His armor is gone save for his helmet which still bears ferns and whorls of frost. "I heard you moving around," he says, "Are you okay?" "Can't sleep," you say. "It's too cold down here," he says, shakes his head, "Come on, Atin'ika." And he folds his hand around yours. Mando leads you to his quarters. Despite the cold your face feels hot. You've kept the 'Crest in reasonable repair, you've fixed this junker of a ship with bailing wire and strip tape. You repairs are ugly but they work. You've cared for the Kid while he was off doing whatever the hell it is he does. Why does he have to be so mean? He propels you into the little compartment and seals the door behind you. Everything is red lit, the emergency lighting glinting off the curves of his helmet. "Take off your parka," "What?" He unzips his flight suit revealing a threadbare undershirt and the soft swell of his belly. You fingers fumble at the fasteners, your hands are so cold they don't want to do what you tell them. "When babies were born in the covert we'd lay them on their buir's chest to make them warm," he says, peeling you out of your parka and pulling you close. His hands circle your wrists and tuck them inside his flight-suit. Stars. He is warm. You grip around his middle and press yourself to him reflexively. "Dank farrik," he hisses, "You're freezing," He rubs his hands briskly up and down your back, trying to get some warmth into you, "Why didn't you say something?" You burrow your face, your cold nose into the warm juncture of his shoulder and neck. "I just thought you'd call me stupid again." He freezes. His broad hands cupping your shoulder blades. "When did I call you stupid?" You pull back from him, and he's peering at you like he so often does, his t-visor canted at an angle. And suddenly you are infuriated. You are too damn cold and you have worked too damn hard for what little bit of warmth you've managed to get this gods-be-cursed sieve of a ship to hold. "What? Five minutes ago? Maybe six? Kriff. I don't even know why you keep me around! Ahteeneeka this! Ahteeneeka that! I don't care where we go next! It could be the arm-pit of absolutely nowhere! As long as I can breathe the air without dying I'm done!" You try to yank yourself away but he holds you fast, pulls you tight against him, arms crossing like durasteel bands around your back. "Atin is stubborn," he says, begins to gently sway to the two of you back and forth. "And you are. Stubborn as an Eopie." "Eeka?" Silence. Just the faint rasp of his breath through his vocoder. "It means I don't want you to be cold."

#din djarin x reader #the #madalorian x reader #soft for days #don't look at me

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popquizhot-shot · 3 years

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Jealousy-Pin Hawthorne x reader

This is Part-1

Requested-Nope

Warnings- Jealousy? Insecurity, wanting to stab someone, sad reader, sad Pin, language, death of a horse (not graphic. part of backstory), this is a bit dramatic for a Free Rein fic. not proofread.

A/n- This is a self-indulgent fic and does not follow the timeline of the show, i’m pretty sure I don’t know what I’m doing.

Summary- Y/n is jealous of Zoe

Tag: @thatfangirl42

Damn her, damn her for being so perfect. Damn her for getting everything you ever wanted.

Damn her for taking away Pin, your best friend.

Damn her for taking away Raven, the only thing that reminded you of Diana.

Damn Zoe Philips.

Flashback

It seemed as if the world stopped moving.

Your mare, Diana broke her leg.

She had to be put down.

“ Y/n, we have to.” Pin said, “ Diana is in too much pain, do this for her.”

You couldn’t, how could you? The black mare was the one thing that made you happy. She was the sweetest, most loving creature, even Raven liked her, and he hated everybody.

Pin knew how much you loved Diana, and how much she loved you. It broke his heart, because not only was he devastated over Diana, he knew how much she meant to you. You never had the best relationship with your parents, so you decided to come here, to live with your relatives. Diana was there for you, she made you laugh, she’d chew your hair, and she trusted you, more than anyone.

“ Pin, I can’t! She can’t die! She won’t! She’ll heal and we’ll all be fine.” you replied.

Sighing, he came over you and took your hand.

“ Y/n, Diana is in pain, if you love her, you have to let her go, I’m so sorry Y/n/n. Please do this for her. Relieve her from her pain.”

Sobbing, you nodded and he pulled you into a hug.

“ Shhh, cry all you want sweetheart. Let it all out. Everything’s going to be alright.” he kissed your head.

Pin helped you get over Diana’s death, bit by bit. He introduced you to a new horse Shadowfax. That was when you realized you loved him.

You thought he loved you too, after all, he was closest to you. Always defended you from Mia, you both always rode together, and he liked having you around.

How wrong you were.

Everything changed the day Zoe found Raven.

Raven, who liked you the most, went and bonded with Zoe.

Pin seemed to hate her at first. But you saw the was he looked at her when he thought no one noticed.

You thought you could physically hear your heart break.

So you distanced yourself. From Pin, from your relatives. From Becky and Jade.

You only focused on riding.

“ Y/n’s acting strange lately. Have you noticed Becky?” Jade asked her best friend as they were hosing down Bob.

“ I’ve noticed Jade, we should talk to her.” Becky agreed

“ She’s been getting better and better at riding everyday. She’s going to make the under-18 team. I bet you.” Jade nodded towards you, who was practicing , “ and she’s not talking to Pin either. I found that so strange! They’re so close! and Pin really likes her!”

“ Let’s talk to her after she finished practicing.” Becky suggested.

“ Yes, let’s.”

“ Well, that didn’t go well at all.” Becky grumbled.

“ Agreed.” Jade replied.

You gave short answers and when they prodded you, you snapped at themm clearly angry.

“ Pin’s the only one who’ll be able to talk to her.” Jade said.

“ What’s up guys?” Zoe came up to them.

“ Y/n.” they said in unison.

“ Oh. what happened?”

“ She’s not talking to any of us.” Becky explained.

“ Yeah, I found it weird. Pin keeps talking to me about her, he’s getting worried. She won’t talk to him.”

“ He needs to go talk to her!” Jade exclaimed, “ I can’t see my friend like this! She’s only focusing on riding, tiring herself out everyday and not talking to any f us!”

“ Pin needs to talk to her! I ship them so much! I can’t let that ship sail!” Becky groaned.

“ Becky! Jade! Calm down. I’ll talk to Pin and tell him to talk to Y/n.”

God, you wanted to stab Zoe, like just lodge a knife in her stomach and watch the-

“Woah! Getting a little ahead of myself there!” you said to yourself. But what else was there to do.

You felt bad for snapping at Becky and Jade and wanted to go apologize to them. So you made your way to the stables and there you found Pin..and Zoe.

They seemed to be talking quite seriously and Zoe looked around before whispering something in his ear.

You couldn’t take it.

Head up, chin out and fighting back tears, you walked past them to Shadowfax’s stable to tack him up.

“ Shit.” Pin whispered.

“ Go! Talk to her!” Zoe pushed him towards you.

Taking a deep breath, Pin made his way to you.

“ Hey Y/n/n.” he said, coming to pet Shadowfax.

“ Hi.” you reply.

“ Are you okay? You’ve been distant lately.”

“ I’m fine, thank you for asking. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go practice.” you lead your horse out and quickly made your way to the training area. (i don’t what it’s called).

Pin followed you and took your hand, you pulled away and didn’t look at him, missing the hurt on his face.

“ Shouldn’t you be with Zoe?” you ask him, voice bitter.

“ Zoe? Is this what all this is about?”

“ Like I said Hawthorne, I have to go practice. Good day.” you walked away..

“ Dammit!’ Pin shouted after you left.

After your practice and rubbing down Shadowfax, you made your way to the cafe. You were pushing yourself a bit too much, and walked home tired and on the verge of fainting everyday.

You went inside to find Becky at the register. Good, you still wanted to apologize to her.

“ Hey Becky!” you call out, making her eyebrows go up.

“..Hey Y/n.” she replies.

“ I just wanted to say, I’m really sorry for how I snapped earlier. I don’t know what’s gotten into me these days. I hope you can forgive me.” you apologize.

Becky smiles before reaching out and giving you a small hug from across the counter.

“ I forgive you, now lemme get you a cupcake.”

“ I just want to know, why are you not talking to us anymore? What have we done? What have I don-”

“ Pin! Stop talking to yourself in the mirror and come down! I need your help with dinner!”

“S-sorry coming dad!” Pin yells and runs down to the kitchen.”

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“Y/n, please just tell us!” Jade coaxes.

Clenching your jaw, you refuse to look at them. They started prodding you with questions again and you almost snapped at them.

“ Please, we just want to know what’s going on with our best friend.” Becky puts her hands on your shoulders,

“ Me?” you scoffed, “ isn’t Zoe your best friend.”

Becky glanced at Jade.

There, That’s the reason

“ Y/n, we like Zoe a lot, but she could never replace you. You’re our best friend too! and Zoe’s really nice, but she isn’t you, no one is . We love you!” Jade hugged you from behind.

Tears start forming in your eyes and you hastily blink them away.

“ I’m so sorry. I was such a bitch to both of you.” you hold their hands.

“ Hey, it’s ok, we forgive you.” they sandwich you in a hug.

“ So, what’s the deal with Y/n? She isn’t coming over anymore?” Ted asked Pin,

“ I don’t know dad, she isn’t talking to me, she just glares at me and tells me to go play with Zoe instead of wasting my time.” Pin grumbles.

Ted starts chuckling, clearly understanding what’s going on.

“ Dad, why are you laughing?” Pin questions, unamused.

“ Oh son.” Ted gasps, “ you’re so oblivious.”

“ What do you mean?”

“ Pin, Y/n likes you, and she’s jealous. The same way you were jealous of how much time she spent with Marcus, she’s jealous of the how much time you spend with Zoe. Go now. Talk to her.”

“ What?” Pin asks, a little stunned.

“ Go Pin!” Ted shoves him out.

“ I was jealous, I thought that you didn’t want to be around me anymore. I thought you preferred Zoe and I wouldn’t be surprised, she is lovely. But the truth is, I love you Pin, god I love you.”

“ You know, if you want to practice confessing your love, it’s best not to do it where someone else can hear it.” Marcus’s voice comes from behind you.

“ Oh shit.”

#freddy carter x reader #pin hawthorne x reader #Free Rein #marcus x reader #free rein fic #Echo actually writes

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sansxfuckyou · 3 years

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strolling down the streets

(a fluffy x reader kind of requested by @lover-of-skellies, sorry if it isnt the best, i have a hard time with self inserts)

you strolled down the streets of the city you lived in, or what remained since an horrendous attack from a group of monsters, they where literal monsters, each of them a skeleton, two heartless murderers, one with hunger in his eyes, two gods and one a lost soul that followed orders. their existence struck fear into your soul as they desecrated your hometown, leaving barely anything behind. of course you attempted to retaliate against one of the gods, shattering your left wrist in the process of course it was fine, so long as the children where fine, which they where which made breaking your wrist okay. bearing everything with a grin you walked back to the crippled haven for survivors, only a hundred remained all but a few humans, the last monsters often shamed, except for one.

fresh, dont get me wrong their where two sanses in your world, but he was shamed less for being able to bring up the mood in an instant, quite literally, probably helped his relatively infectious positivity lasted for more than thirty seconds.

"hey bro you good?" the colorful skeleton asked as he rushed up to you, a single can of food in your hand.

"one can of tuna, nothing else, our sources are running dry." you said with a sigh handing the can to fresh hanging your head low in defeat.

"we could always try to get a deal with a farmer i know of." fresh ofered.

"fresh, i love you bro, but why the fuck didnt you tell me about this farer until now?!" you exclaimed in slight anger.

"well, things werent going so bad two months ago." fresh said, trying to defend himself in the slightest.

"forget it, you can just get him over here after we find some good ground." you said as monsterkid ran up to you falling over only once and making a quick save.

"Y/N! Y/N! we found the community garden! its in great condition, plants are growing! edible ones!" monsterkid exclaimed in glee.

"speak of the devil, go get your farmer friend right now, where bouta start a garden!" you exclaimed throwing one hand in the air the other hurting to much to do so.

"your choice." fresh said shrugging his shoulders before opening a portal hopping through, the portal closing afterwards.

"care to show me how to get their?" you asked monsterkid who nodded before letting you grab his ramshackle bionic arm, crafted by alphys shortly after the attack, assuming monsterkid would need an arm or two for balance if it ever happened again.

"its just over here." monsterkid said as he led you through one last corner to a relatively small plot of land, only twenty by twenty gardening area one corner covered in weeds, all of which being edible, and a tree or two with chestnuts that could be roasted beside the garden, which alphys and papyrus where in uprooting various inedible weeds.

"perfect, we can grow enough food to outlast the summer and fall, and maybe enough extra for winter." you said confidently as a portal opened nearby and fresh hopped out with a bag of fertilizer in one hand and some tools in the other, a second skeleton with a straw hat and overalls with a basket of seeds and a garden hose trailing from the portal which remained open after they both exited the portal.

"Y/N meet farm, farm meet Y/N." fresh said dropping the bag on the ground and laying the tools on the ground gently.

"lovely to meet you farm!" you said enthusiastically putting out your good hand to shake with farms who greeted you with a firm shake, a warm grin and a tip of the hat.

"lovely to meet you to, now if you want to make any progress on... that, we should get started right now or first thing tomorrow morning." farm said gesturing to the demolished plot of garden area which papyrus and alphys had stopped working on momentarily for some water from the hose, savoring the fresh, clean water.

"whats the ruckus about?" another skeleton asked walking over to you and farm, flowers crowding in his left eye socket, wearing overalls and a blue hoodie over top with some work boots, his name was flower.

"nothing much flower, we where just about to start working on our garden with farm." you said gesturing to farm and the plot, flower yawning before nodding at farms existence.

"nice, you ok if i just take a nap over their for a while." flower said gesturing to to the tree in the distance.

"only if you help us pull out some weeds first." you said.

"actually, some of them can stay." farm claimed. "those are garlic and are edible, those are dandelions and are also edible, the rest can go though, although their isnt enough to worry about weeding them out right now." farm explained, "so you can go and take a nap if you want to flower." farm said, flower halfheartedly thanking him before walking off.

"now, where exactly do we start?" fresh asked as he leaned against you, making sure to keep eye contact with farm, who glanced at the plot once more before handing you each a tool

"fresh, you till the land, Y/N, you sow the seeds." farm instructed you and fresh doing as told, the both of you taking the rest of the day to finish the garden, seeds sowed, land tilled, plants watered and a few weeds pulled, it was hard work to say the least.

"are we done yet?" fresh asked leaning on a hoe, before collapsing after farm said that you guys where, you collapsing on top of the colorful skeleton

"rewards will be reaped soon enough." farm said before handing each of you a watering can and a bunch of seeds. "more seeds for the next season, and make sure to water the plants every morning." farm instructed before saying his goodbye and took his leave, leaving you and fresh collapsed on the ground.

"that was harder than it shouldve been..." you said with a sigh before rolling over a bit so most of your weight was on freshes ribcage.

"agreed, but hey, itll be worth it..." fresh said with before instinctively wrapping an arm around you.

"it better be worth it, my entire body is aching..." you complained, still out of breath.

"im in the same boat as you are." fresh said with a light hearted chuckle as you started to pass out, still on his ribcage.

"yeah... goodnight..." you yawned before fully losing consciousness puting fresh in a somewhat awkward situation, if he moved adn woke you up he was screwed, if he didnt he was stuck their on the ground, with a nice human resting on his ribcage, yeah he chose option number two.

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youve made it this far, a reblog would be nice

#self insert #fanfiction #undertale au #farmtale #fresh sans #alphys #papyrus #monster kid #fresh x reader #fluff #requested

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kellinrk800 · 3 years

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toko fukawa comphet no i don’t take criticism

nobody will even see this because my account just. doesnt get traction but here have a ramble abt toko’s backstory and how much i firmly believe her attraction was comphet.

spoilers for thh, sdr2 and udg

tw// ab/se, n/glect, severe bullying

toko was severely neglected and unwanted when she was a child. she grew up with two mothers and one father due to both sleeping with the same man and neither wanting their child which caused her to be mistreated. once she was locked in a closet and forced to stay there for three days without food. clearly, she grew up in a household completely devoid of healthy love. genocide jack’s development was likely a response to cope with the traumatic experiences.

her time in elementary was no different. in third grade, she was used as a scapegoat for stolen money and her classmates tied her to the jungle gym with a garden hose as punishment.

her first real “love” was with a boy who she had been friends with since elementary but when she finally confessed through a letter, she found it pinned to the bulletin board to mock her. this was genocide jack’s first kill, leading me to believe that her murders were actually a form of protection.

on one occasion (and most likely more considering her difficult relationship with understanding rejection) she was ghosted halfway through on a date after spending three days and nights planning it so that she would not mess it up. she later found out that the boy only asked her out because he lost a bet.

the most likely only healthy representation of love she ever has was through media, which is arguably extremely heteronormativity and the actual healthiness of how relationships are presented in media is debatable.

she internalised all of these things happening to her and believed she deserved them somehow, building her inferiority complex. she began to assume that people only expected bad of her and self victimises herself almost on instinct despite her nature to express opinions without care for others most of the time. her self esteem is extremely low and she often worries about being considered an “old hag” in ultra despair girls.

toko fell in love with the idea of love, not an actual person. at some point she turned to novels and writing as a way to express her emotions and she used that passion to create works of art through her novels and created a toxic idolisation of the perfect relationship with nothing but media, her family’s relationships and her past experiences to go off.

she began to let herself get hurt and internalise it which ended up building her inferiority complex even further to the point of becoming unhealthily infatuated with anyone she saw fit as a stand in for the dreamy perfect people that made her books succeed.

time and time again genocide jack and toko were mistreated in their relationships, causing their system to suffer greatly. jack began to kill anyone toko saw fit as a perfect romantic interest to protect them both, but this most likely caused her own mental health to decline as well, leading to the aggressive, startling and manic personality we saw in the games.

toko began to both idolise and fear falling in love. while she knew they would most likely be killed and she would have to cope with knowing that the police could come knocking any day if they put the pieces together, she also still purposed her life around being in a perfect relationship because it was now causing her to gain traction through her novels.

this only furthered her unhealthy infatuation with relationships. she became determined to find a man who fit her description of the perfect man and would not mislead, use, mock or hurt toko in hopes that he would not be killed and she would finally achieve her dream.

enter byakuya togami. blonde, blue eyed, rich, cold and most importantly, entirely unattainable. he was an ideal stand in, especially considering the circumstances of the killing game (jack’s unique killing style would immediately be found out). she was able to fantasise from afar without ever really getting as severely hurt as she had in the past because he simply did not care to provide her his attention.

jack had two options. kill byakuya and get executed, or suck it up. clearly you can tell which option she chose. in addition, she had all of her memories from prior to the game which most likely slightly numbed her thirst for blood. by the end of ultra despair girls, she has grown a respect for toko, a softness for komaru and even calmed jack down to the point where it’s suggested that she no longer uses her skills to murder but instead fight despair.

in fact, near the end, toko is acutely aware of what is happening despite the fact jack was fronting (they don’t usually share memories, only emotions), suggesting they may have slightly integrated but i don’t really want to make assumptions considering i do not have did and am not educated enough to speak confidently about did.

ironically, the killing game was actually good for both of their mental health’s. i’ll only be talking about toko but in ultra despair girls she was emotionally stronger and more mature. she believed she finally had a purpose other than romance and that she could fight against all odds. she even credits makoto for her newfound courage. she criticises cowards and those that remind her of her past self. she is willing to challenge her fears.

komaru had an amazingly powerful and positive effect on them both. her softness, optimism and empathy help toko’s character develop even further. when komaru tries to give in to despair, toko encourages her to face her fears. toko, who was before extremely afraid and uncomfortable with being touched, is now willing to comfort and even hug komaru. she claims she’s finally found a true friend (that’s actually human, can’t forget kameko the stinkbug) and that she found hope in her.

komaru admires toko and doesnt really mind her split personality, instead just considering it “a bit strange”, which is a noticeable difference from how she was treated by everyone else for it. toko is protective of komaru during chapter two due to her suspicion of shirokuma. later, they even sleep in the same bed.

however, when toko risks komaru’s life for byakuya, they get into an argument in which toko accuses komaru of manipulating her with terms such as “friends”, which leads to komaru showing that she really does trust her.

later, this arguably resolved after servant forces jack and toko to fight against komaru for byakuya. they fight back against servant and komaru forgives her because they are friends, which makes toko extremely happy, so much that she blushed and admits she has never had a real friend before. she thanks komaru genuinely for the first time and they try to become real friends.

toko swears she will help komaru with anything she can’t do by herself, just like komaru would do for her.

toko even stays by her side to the point of rejecting the opportunity of going to future foundation to stay with komaru :)

in the end of danganronpa goodbye despair, which is set after ultra despair girls, kyoko reminds byakuya that someone is waiting for him and he jokes that she shouldn’t remind him of “something so horrifying”. and honestly i think the fact he was able to joke about it shows that perhaps toko and byakuya found a somewhat healthy relationship as friends, acquaintances, or even just bearing eachother’s presence.

a notable addition that didn’t really fit anywhere else is toko’s scrapped execution. “first kiss prank” is the title and it consists of byakuya running towards her before toko gets hit by a roller. that says enough about her biggest fears and how badly her past memories affected her.

in conclusion, toko fukawa’s obsession with byakuya was comphet due to pressure from the media and her toxic ideals. the fact she was able to form a healthy relationship with komaru is hhh and i could talk about them for hours. tokomaru is the second closest thing we have to inmedia stated canon (fuck kodaka’s statement me and the homies hate kodaka’s statement about naegiri /j)

sources: toko fukawa’s fandom wiki, genocide jack’s fandom wiki, free time events, transcripts

#danganronpa #toko fukawa #fukawa toko #touko fukawa #fukawa touko #tokomaru #syomaru #toukomaru #trigger happy havoc #ultra despair girls #character analysis #in which i am unhealthy obsessed with toko fukawa

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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FATWS One Shot #3 - Stars, Stripes, and Bubbles

Word Count: 1912

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff, erm…a Relationship that You Want to Happen but Know Never Will

Setting/Characters: The first part of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014 after Steve’s hostage mission; Reader, Steve Rogers, mentions of Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and Nick Fury

A/N: This…isn’t what I thought it was gonna turn out to be. But I like it, it’s cute, and I needed something pure with the shield after that ending scene, so I’m posting it.

I have a few more One Shots planned that take place during TWS so I’ll be writing those today and tomorrow. This week is a lot less hectic than last week (I was being trained in another area of my job last week, hence crazy hours), so expect more One Shots coming this week. Again, I’m trying to post them chronologically, but there might be some out of order depending on what you guys request and when, which is totally fine!

For today, I have the Reader meeting Sam (which is kinda what this was supposed to be, but…oh well) and more about the notebook planned. Also Reader meeting Bucky unofficially for the first time because he’s, you know, brainwashed and stuff. Later this week I’m planning on AoU stuff which will include the Party Scene and Wanda interactions.

If I can get through those by Friday when the new episode comes out, I’ll start on CA:CW which will include Reader officially meeting Bucky and possibly the airport scene if you guys are interested in that. Then I’ve got some Wakanda scenes and some Peter interactions. If not, I’ll start CW:CA next Sunday. Once the backstory is set up and completed chronologically, I might go back and just write some drabbles and stuff of random moments - kinda like this one.

I did get a request earlier for Bucky’s perspective on the dancing scene in Part 4.2, so I’m planning on doing more rewrites of scenes in Bucky’s perspective, but that’ll come after the One Shots, so hopefully next week.

I think that’s all…umm…yeah. Once again, not beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you so much for reading! I’m so glad you’re all enjoying this almost as much as I am! Be kind to yourselves and others! Enjoy reading and stay tuned!

FATWS Masterlist

cjsinkythoughts Masterlist

The beeping of the timer made you groan and set down the book you were digging into. You were just starting to get to the good part, but the food smelled so good, so you decided it could wait.

You were so focused on your task of getting your breakfast ready that you didn’t hear your front door open or the footsteps that followed it shutting, the thud of boots hitting the floor just around the corner. Setting the ready food on the counter, you jumped at the arms that wrapped around your shoulders and waist.

“Shouldn’t you be more observant for a spy?”

You gave a hum at his deep voice, tilting your head slightly as he placed his cheek on your shoulder, nose pressing up against the column of your throat. “Shouldn’t you be heading over to the Triskelion for your debriefing with Fury?”

He growled at the mention of the mission he was just sent on yesterday morning. The first few assignments he had surprised you with how quick they were over, but then you remembered yours were a bit different than his and you got used to him being back within the next couple days.

“We don’t have secrets right? I’m so fucking tired of secrets.”

Your eyebrow quirked up as you turned to face him, his hands slipping down to your hips. You took in his state; he was still in uniform, dirt on his face, hair unruly, the shield on his back gray with the dust that covered it. He obviously hadn’t even gone to his own place yet, meaning he just got back. “What happened?”

He huffed, letting go of you to rub his face tiredly. “Natasha. She didn’t tell me that Fury sent her to do something other than what we were supposed to be doing.”

“They’re spies, bubs. It’s what they do.”

“You’re a spy. You wouldn’t do that.”

Chuckling a little at his comparison, you shook your head. “Our relationship is a little…different than yours and Nat’s.”

“I wish they’d put you on my missions. I don’t know why they don’t. We work well together, don’t we?”

You snorted. “That’s probably the reason.” At his confused look, you shook your head. “Never mind. Just…we’re closer. I know you better than they do. You can’t compare them to me. It isn’t fair.”

He grumbled, eyes glancing down to your feet. “They still should’ve told me.”

“Hey,” you tilted his head back up to meet your gaze. “It was a hostage mission, right?” He nodded. “Did you save the hostages?” Another nod, which made you shrug. “Then there you go. You did your job and you saved people. It was a success. That’s all that matters.”

“He got away.” Steve argued. “He got away because she didn’t feel the goddamn need to tell me-”

“She was following orders. Don’t be mad at her.”

“You’re right.” His quick admission stunned you for a moment, until he continued speaking. “It’s Fury’s fault. I think I’m gonna go-”

He started moving away, but you tugged him back, shaking your head again. “Not yet, bubba. You can talk to him later. Let’s get you cleaned up first. Then we’ll eat and you can tell me how that run you went on yesterday was. Okay?”

His features softened and he nodded, setting his forehead against yours. “Okay.”

You had half of your dresser sectioned off for Steve’s things. SHIELD had moved him to DC about a year previous to be closer to HQ, especially after the Helicarrier became decommissioned for repairs. You already had an apartment in DC - it was where you stayed for the most part, hence the reason you were more than willing to stay in New York for a couple years.

The moment he moved in about ten minutes from you, you knew, just like in DC, he’d be spending a lot of time at your place. Which is why you made the executive decision to have him bring a bag over one night and unpack his stuff.

It wasn’t the first shower he took at your place and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last.

While he was cleaning up, you got to work washing his suit and the shield. You teased him by saying you’d just throw his suit in the washer and the shield in the dishwasher, but you wouldn’t actually.

His suit was air drying by the window and you were at the sink scrubbing off the shield, wishing you had a backyard and a hose, when he padded back into the room, hair plastered to his forehead, dripping down his temples, sweats and a t-shirt clinging to his body. He shook his head, leaning on the counter besides you. You always found it amusing how big he looked in your tiny kitchen.

“You know you don’t have to do that, right?”

You scoffed. “If you think I’m gonna let you walk around in that disgusting thing all day, you, my friend, are nuts.”

He chuckled, moving behind you and setting his chin on your shoulder, his larger hands stopping yours from their movements. “At least let me do this, then.” He murmured, taking the scrub brush from you, spreading the bubbles over the rings of the shield.

“You can help me. But I like finishing what I started.” You whispered back, reaching for a clean rag and dunking it into the soapy water, wiping down the star in the middle.

He placed a gentle kiss to your jaw, relenting easily. “Fine.”

You two worked in silence, the water running over the shield, taking the dirt and grime with it, hands occasionally brushing each other. Almost finished, Steve placed his hand over yours, moving it over to a certain spot. “The brush won’t get it.” He explained, his low voice sounding right beside your ear.

Smiling, you turned your head to look at him. There was a crease between his brow as he concentrated on getting rid of the smudge on the precious metal. Your lips turned up when you noticed a dark spot on his jaw he must’ve missed. He looked at you with a grin when you started giggling. “What’s got you giggling so pretty, honey?”

Letting go of the side of the shield you were holding, you reached up to wipe the dirt on his jaw that he missed with your thumb. “Can’t let that handsome face of yours get stained. And, speaking of stains,” you turned back to the shield, holding it up for the both of you to look at, the soft light from the window above the sink making it shine even more. “You think we got it all?”

“Hmmm. I think you missed a spot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What? Where?”

He leaned closer to the shield, face right besides yours, cheeks practically brushing together. “Right…here.” His hand that you didn’t notice cupping water, came up and splashed your face.

You let out a shriek, stepping back, further into his chest, your jaw dropped. “Steven! My pjs!”

He cackled, leaning back and holding his chest, before gasping when you did the same thing back to him. “You’re on!” He grabbed his shield and filled it with water, making you squeak and try getting out of his hold. Stupid Super Soldier strength. He dumped it on you, water falling on your head, sliding down your back and making your pajamas stick to you. You quickly retaliated, grabbing the facet and turning it towards him, laughing at his shout.

The water fight continued for a few more minutes, bowls and cups coming into play, with Steve diving behind the counter and you slipping on the floor.

“Woah, there, honey!” He chuckled, the chortles coming from your lips reassuring him that you weren’t hurt. He leaned over you, reaching his hand out. “You okay?”

You nodded, taking his hand. “Let’s call it a truce, yeah?”

“Truce? Hell no! I won!”

“You did not! You just got lucky!”

He pulled you up, tugging you close. “Alright, alright. Fine. A truce. Let’s get you into some dry clothes, now. Don’t want you gettin’ sick, honey.”

You shook your head. “That’s actually a myth.”

“I’ll take note of that.”

An eyebrow of yours raised. “In that little notebook you never let me read?”

He smiled innocently. “Maybe. I added something else yesterday.” He informed you while tugging you down the hall to your room.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Marvin Gaye’s Trouble Man Soundtrack.”

You hummed with an approving nod. “Yeah. That was a good suggestion. Who gave it to you?’

“This guy I met on my run.” He shrugged, heading over to his dresser as you grabbed a couple towels. “Sam Wilson. He seemed like a good guy.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded, grabbed another set of sweats and a shirt, before turning to you and taking the towel you handed him. “Yeah. He served two tours in Afghanistan. Now he’s working down at the VA. Told me to drop by sometime.”

“Aww.” You stood on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair. “My bubba’s all grown up and making friends.”

He rolled his eyes, ducking away from your hand and running his own through his hair. “Yeah, yeah.” His smile dropped as he looked at the clothes in his hand. “I think I’m gonna head out now. I should talk to Fury.”

You frowned. “You have all day, Steve. Just eat first, okay?”

“Okay.”

He was holding something back, you could tell. Picking out your clothes for the day, you decided to question him about it. “What’re you thinking about?”

Your backs turned to each other, you started changing, just as you’d down countless times before. “I was thinking about going to the Air and Space Museum again. If you wanna come.”

“You know I do.”

It was quiet for a few more minutes, only the sound of rustling clothes and zippers filling the air. “I-I think I’m gonna go after. To see her, I mean.”

You froze, keeping your heart and your breathing steady so he wouldn’t pick up on anything. “It’ll be good for you. She…she always knows what to say.”

“So do you.”

You cleared your throat, finishing with the final touches of your outfit. “I actually forgot that I have some stuff to finish up at HQ today, so I dunno if I’ll be able to go-”

His hand grabbed your wrist, turning you around, eyes pleading and face fallen. “Please. Please come with me. Honey. I need you there. With me. Please.”

You inwardly cursed yourself for falling for those puppy eyes, a soft sigh leaving your lips. “Okay, bubs. I’ll come with you.” You might regret it later, but the relief that washed over his features was worth it for now. The power he had over you scared you, especially since you knew he didn’t realize the hold he had on you, but you couldn’t help it. It happened quickly, swiftly, and you were down before you recognized it. And you didn’t know how to deal with it other than taking it one day at a time.

“Let’s go get some breakfast, now. I can promise it’s at least decent.”

The beam he shot you made your heart flutter no matter how hard you tried keeping calm. “I’m sure it’s better than anything I could ever make.” He pulled you close, lips brushing over your forehead. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You sighed, leaning your head against his, eyes closing.

“Existing.”

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