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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙𝟘 : Baby Honey NSFW 🔞

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Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: One order up of the Joel Miller pussy eating special! 🤠

~word count: 4.1k~

Summary: the slow burn between you and horse dad! Joel has come to an end. He shows you just what he meant when he said he wanted to worship your body.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, teasing, smut, oral (female receiving) fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, consent (Joel talks you through it) nickname overload, sexual tension, dirty internal thoughts, vulgar language, filthy talk, begging, Joel gets pussy drunk and loves it, he acts like such a sweetheart, a little smug, he’s got some serious rizz, (+18) minors dni!

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Austin, Texas

Joel had been a complete sweetheart for the rest of the evening after he drove you home from the bar. He didn’t even allow your feet to touch the ground when he pulled up to your apartment complex. He insisted on carrying you from his truck to your apartment door. You were in a fit of drunk giggles with your cheek smushed up against his warm chest. His t-shirt smelled of lavender vanilla detergent and cologne. He smelled so good. “Are ya really goin’ and smellin’ my shirt right now darlin?’ You lil’ drunk weirdo.” His tone was light, airy, and mildly raspy.

“Shh. Don’t you dare go make fun of me right now, Joel. You smell so good..what is that cologne you’re wearing? Smells heavenly..” You took one big ole whiff which caused Joel to chuckle as he quietly unlocked your apartment door and used his hip to push it open.

“Dunno what brand it is actually. Tommy got it for me awhile back. I’ll have to let him know that you’re a huge fan of it, sweetness.”

“I love when you call me cute things. You have so many different names for me, babe. How do you keep track of them all?” Joel had gently sank down onto the couch with his arms still firmly wrapped around you.

“Yeah? Well..I love calling you cute things. I do have a lot of ‘em huh? You wanna order some food now or after we get ya into some comfy clothes?”

Your arms had slid up around his neck, fingers lazily playing with the strands of hair along the nape of his neck as you peppered sweet kisses across his jawline. “Hmmm..let's order food now. I am absolutely starved.”

Joel couldn’t contain his little grin as you peppered kisses along his face. His dimples were even peeking through as the pad of his thumb was rubbing slow, gentle circles against your spine. He couldn’t help but turn his head a little, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Alright, my sweet girl. Lets get some food in ya.”

For the rest of the evening, you and Joel were curled up on the couch with a box of pizza, and garlic knots on the coffee table while you watched a few episodes of Friends. At some point, you had fallen asleep with your head resting in his lap over a fluffy blanket. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this content with someone. The domestic intimacy was so pure, so soft and he loved every second of it.

The following morning you were rudely awoken by your alarm clock blaring along your nightstand. Before you could even think about getting out of bed, a strong arm reached over your middle and firmly pressed down on the alarm clock, ceasing its annoying blaring. Joel grumbled something incoherent against your ear as he firmly tugged your warm body back against his chest, nuzzling his nose against your neck as he inhaled deeply.

“Joel..” You whispered, voice laced with sleep. Your eyes weren’t even open yet. “I have to get up honey.”

“Mmm. No you don’t. Stay in bed a little longer here with me..you’re so warm..” He hummed, pressing a languid kiss to the spot below your ear.

Your body instantly melted against his broad chest as you let out a content sigh. “Okay, fine. You win this round. Can you hand me my phone please?”

You could feel a smirk spreading across Joel’s lips as he kissed along your skin. “Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t wanna spend all mornin’ in bed with me.” He warmly chuckled before he blindly reached for your phone on the nightstand.

“Of course I wanna spend all morning in bed with you..I just need to see if Ryder can go feed the horses for me in the meantime.” You grabbed your phone from his grasp before finding Ryder’s contact and pressed the receiver against your ear.

“Gooood morning sunshine! How are you feeling babydoll?” Ryder’s voice singsonged through the line. She sounded awfully enthusiastic for it being so early in the morning.

“Hey, babe? Would you do me a huge favor? Can you head over to the barn and bring the boys in and get them fed? I’m gonna be a little late this morning..Did you have a fun evening with Tommy?”

You could feel Ryder smirking through the receiver and she was currently in bed with Tommy who was listening in on the conversation of course. He was eager to hear if his big brother had finally gotten lucky.

“Long night, huh? Is Joel with you right now? Of course I can bring them in and get them fed. Do you mind if Tommy comes with me? He spent the night..” You could picture her little smile through the phone when she mentioned Tommy being there with you.

“Don’t you go and get any funny ideas now, Ryder.” You couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, Joel is here with me right now. He spent the night too..” You felt him gently squeeze your hip bone as he continued to pepper kisses along your neck. “Sounds like you had a fun night babe. I can’t wait to hear all about it. Tell Tommy I say hello! Kisses.” You ended the call and carelessly tossed your phone along your nightstand before you turned your head over your shoulder and finally met his lips in a searing kiss.

Joel had eagerly kissed you back as his warm hands found purchase around your hips, brushing his thumbs at the soft skin below your navel as the hem of his shirt that you were wearing was resting just above where his hands were firmly holding you.

“Joel..” You mumbled against his lips, dragging your fingertips along his jawline, catching his stubble along the soft pads of your fingers.

“Hmm?” He gave your hips a light squeeze as his nose nudged against yours. “C’mere. Come closer baby.” He rasped against your lips

You wasted no time to turn yourself around in his arms so that you were facing him. The kiss you shared was broken away for just a mere moment before your lips were pressed to his once more. You hiked your thigh over his hip as your hands were gently holding his face. “Joel..” you whispered.

“Yeah baby? What’s up darlin?’” His words were muffled by your lips as his hand dropped down, fingertips brushing over the exposed skin along your thigh. He gave it a firm squeeze, sinking the pads of his fingertips into the plush flesh.

“We’re finally alone..with no interruptions.” There was a certain giddiness to your tone when the realization washed over the both of you and time seemed to stop.

“I don’t..I don’t have anythin’ on me darlin'’” he slowly detached his lips from the kiss, using his free hand to cup your cheek gently in his warm palm as he dragged the pad of his thumb across your plush lower lip. He watched with hooded eyes as you nibbled playfully on the tip of his thumb, eyes locked on his.

“I don’t either..it’s been awhile for me as you know. There’s other things we can do, baby.”

Joel took his own lip between his teeth when you had lightly sucked on the tip of his thumbnail, eyes looking at him with a doe like innocence that had blood flowing straight down to his cock. “You can’t be lookin’ at me like that darlin’ and sayin’ things..fuck.” He rasped.

“Looking at you, how?” You had a tiny smirk playing across your pretty lips as your lashes fluttered and he had images of you down on your knees in front of him flash across his mind. Mouth full of his cock, spit dribbling down your chin—

“Can I taste you?” He knew his request was bold. Perhaps even a little brash for his own taste but he could only imagine how sweet your cunt had to be. He hadn’t had a desire to be this intimate with someone in so long. It felt like foreign territory, but all the more exciting. He wanted to show you just how badly he wanted to please you. He promised you nearly a month ago that he wanted to worship your body in more ways than one. He wasn’t a man to go back on his promises either, he always followed through.

Your breath hitched harshly in your throat at his request. How was this man so fucking sweet, yet so filthy at the same time. A mixture between heaven and hell. On the fleeting cusp of driving you absolutely mad. Would he tease you? Would he have you begging him for more? God his tongue—

“Yes. Please.” You nearly mewled.

“Get on your back for me sweetheart. Wanna make sure you’re nice and comfy, Kay?” He pressed a light playful kiss to the tip of your nose, loving the way your face when cutely scrunch up.

The early morning calm began to grow thick with tension. The chemistry between you and Joel was radiating through the expanse of your room, bouncing off the wall like ping pong balls. You could hear his heart racing in his rib cage, feel the butterflies swirling in your stomach as you eased yourself away from his grasp on you, rolling over onto your back.

Joel was leaning over you now, fluffing the pillows behind your head with ease. You couldn’t help but giggle when he had gently stuffed a pillow under your lower back so you had more support.

“What’so funny?” He was looking down at you with a boyish grin as he settled himself between your thighs.

“Nothing, baby. You’re just..you’re really sweet and careful..and attentive to me.” You reached your hand up, gently cupping his cheek as he leaned down over you.

“Remember how I told ya after our first date that I was gonna worship you, and your body in more ways than one? This is just part one..I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay? The way that you deserve..” His nose lightly brushed against yours as he closed the small gap between you once more. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. It was slow, languid and filled with emotions only the two of you shared.

“I remember. Let’s speed things up then, cowboy.” You giggled against his lips kissing him back sweetly.

“Slow down there, cowgirl. I’m gonna take my time with ya. You’re gonna love it, trust me.” You felt his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt along your body. “Can I take this off? Or do you wanna keep it on?” He mumbled against your lips.

“Take it off.”

“Don’t gotta ask me twice.” He could feel your eagerness as you were already lifting your arms above your head. Inch by inch, he slowly began to lift his shirt over your head. He begrudgingly detached his lips from yours to get the shirt over your head but once he rid you of the fabric, he was gazing down at you. His eyes flitted down to the way your nipples hardened from the cool morning air. You couldn’t help but playfully give his cheek a light slap when he was shamelessly checking you out.

“Hey, eyes up here buddy!”

Joel warmly chuckled as one of his hands found purchase just under your right breast. His thumb was gently stroking across the plush skin as he gave you another boyish grin. “Sorry, honey. Can’t help myself. You’re beautiful, and these? These are very nice.” His thumb brushed across your hardened nipple as your back arched up against him from the light touch.

Your skin felt ignited under his touch as if he had set a match off deep inside of you that left your body craving for more. You were certain that no other man had ever had this intoxicating effect on you. Goddamn you, Joel Miller. “Baby, please don’t tease me..please..I need more than that.”

“What’s that honey pie? You want me to tease ya some more? Patience, my sweet girl. It’ll be worth it in the end. I promise.” His tone was low, husky, and it sent a warm shiver down your spine. Your lips parted open as his own began to make their descent along your neck. His lips were gentle, yet practiced as he kissed along your skin. Your fingers already found their way through his soft tendrils of curls as you gently grasped the back of his head.

He crooned when he heard you suck in a harsh breath as his lips found their way to the valley between your breasts. He licked a long, hot stripe down your sternum before you felt the bridge of his nose drag across the swell of your breast. He nipped playfully at the soft flesh, listening to your soft giggle that quickly developed into a whimper when his lips wrapped around the hardened nub, swirling his tongue along the raised skin.

“Jooooeelll.” You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your throat as your lashes fluttered shut. Your thighs clenched together and there was no doubt that you were already absolutely dripping for this man.

“Mmm. What did I just say?” He tsked playfully against your skin. Patience, my sweet girl. Enjoy each moment.” He had a mouthful of your breast in his mouth and he still managed to say the sweetest things.

“I’m trying my best.” You let out a frustrated huff as your nails lightly scraped along his scalp. “You’re making it increasingly more difficult for me, baby.”

“Sounds like a personal problem darlin.’” His warm chuckle sent vibrations deep into your core. Just as you were about to smartass him, he shushed you by showing the same amount of care and attention to your other breast. Except this time, his teeth lightly scraped along the nub, causing a low hiss to elicit past your parted lips.

The anticipation was absolutely eating you alive as his lips, and sinful tongue began to descend over your navel as his hands grasped the underside of your thighs. “Need ya to look at me sweetheart. Wanna see those pretty eyes, sugar.” He playfully nipped at the inside of your thigh, soothing the bite of his teeth along your skin with a soft kiss.

Your lashes fluttered open as you looked down at him. This was by far the hottest sight you had ever laid your eyes on. Joel nestled between your thighs, smirking playing on his lips and his beard lightly scraping along your skin as he looked up at you. “Enjoyin’ the view?” He nipped playfully at the inside of your thigh once more.

Smug bastard.

“Mhm. It’s quite the view.”

“It’s about to get even better for ya babydoll.” He shot you a playful wink as he brought your calves to rest along his broad shoulders. “Hook your ankles behind my head.” You did as you were told, taking your lip between your teeth and biting down on it hard. “Atta girl.”

You were ready to tell him to stop playing games. That if he kept this up, you’d surely pass out from the sexual frustration. All of those thoughts came to a delicious halt when the tip of his broad, beautiful nose brushed firmly against your clothed clit.

Your hips jolted towards his face from the sensation as an ‘oh fuck’ flowed past your parted lips shamelessly.

Joel kept his eyes locked on yours as he flattened his tongue along your clothed center, tasting you through the thin cotton fabric with a low hum vibrating up his throat. “How long’s it been for ya honey?”

“T–Too damn long.” You whispered.

Joel pressed a chaste kiss to your covered clit. “Yeah? Well, we’re gonna have to fuckin’ change that pretty damn quick baby. Personally, I think you should be gettin’ 3-4 orgasms a day..why stop there? Let's shoot for them stars, sweet thing.”

Okay, it was official. Joel Miller had officially rotted your brain from the inside out, and turned it to complete mush. He knew exactly what he was doing when he left you feeling tongue tied. “Gonna take these off of ya now, okay?”

All you could do was meekly nod as his thumbs hooked around the sides of your panties and painstakingly peeled them down your thighs and past your ankles that were locked behind his head. He tossed the thin fabric off to the side before he got a good look at you. “Shit. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby. Drippin’ for me? Fuck.” The filth dripped down his tongue, sugar sweet, sticky like fresh honey. “G’nna have a taste now, okay?”

Your soft sheets were clenched tightly between your fists as you let out a frustrated whine. “Joel, I swear to fucking god, I will crush your stupid handsome head with my thighs if you don’t–” you were cut off when his tongue flattened against your folds, licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your slit as his lashes fluttered shut. He used his forefinger and middle finger to spread your folds open as he dragged his tongue up to your clit, slowly flicking the tip of his tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves. Back and forth, back and forth. “Sweetest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever tasted. Fuckin’ un-believable.” He mumbled against your cunt. “Could eat this sweet fuckin’ pussy any goddamn day of the week. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your thighs clenched inwards. This man knew exactly what he was doing and it would only be a short matter of time before he would be coaxing your first of many orgasms with him. “Fuck–fuck. Baby, that feels so good.” You moaned, fisting the sheets tighter in your grasp.

Joel wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as his tongue swirled around the bud. He was already feeling high off your natural taste. He wasn’t shy when it came to eating pussy. He had years of experience but with you, it felt the most intimate. Like all he wanted to accomplish was giving you as many mind numbing orgasms that he could draw out of you. He loved the way you melted like putty along his skillful tongue. Your sweet moans for him drove him further into a blissful state of mind of pleasing you.

You could already feel the cord twisting tightly in your stomach as he continued to ruin you with his mouth and tongue. He looked so handsome, mouthful of your pussy, hair falling over his face as he drove his tongue deep inside of you, wanting to taste every part of you that his tongue could reach. When he started fucking you with his tongue, mumbling filth about how sweet you tasted, that you were being such a good girl for him, the cord snapped as you cried out his name.

He eagerly lapped up your release along his tongue. He gathered up every last drop that you had to offer him as he left gentle kitten licks along your clit. Little did you know, he wasn’t done with you just yet. He watched you with hooded eyes as he rested his cheek along the inside of your thigh. His lips, chin, and beard were glistening with your slickness as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your trembling skin. “How was that for some pussy eatin?’” He teasingly asked you.

“Just about snatched my goddamn soul from my body, cowboy.” You let out a breathless laugh as you looked down at him with a post orgasm haze coating your features. You released your death grip on the sheets, bringing your hand to gingerly cup his jaw as your thumb brushed across his pouted lower lip, tugging it down gently. “I don’t like that look your giving me baby..what’s cooking in that brain of yours?”

Joel hummed as he leaned into your affectionate touch, his eyes flitting up to yours and they had that certain sparkle in them that you loved so much. “Mmm. Did ya think I was done with ya that quick? Absolutely not.” He chuckled, nibbling gently on the tip of your thumbnail. “I’m just such a gentleman that I'm gonna give ya a quick breather.”

“You weren’t kidding about that 3-4 orgasm thing huh? Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me Miller.” You let out an exasperated sigh as you threw your head back against the plush pillows when you felt his hot breath fanning across your core once more.

“Nuh uh. I ain’t one to kid about that kinda stuff baby. I’m a man of my word.” His huskily spoke before his mouth was enveloping you once more. While his tongue worked your clit to ruin, he had lightly begun to tease your slick entrance with his forefinger. As his tongue lapped at you, he slowly eased his finger inside of your sopping cunt, knuckle deep as he curled it inwards. He could feel your walls fluttering around his finger already, and the feeling had his mind reeling to think about what it would feel like with his cock deep inside your warmth.

Like Heaven.

“Fuckin’ tight little pussy, huh? Clenchin’ around my finger already. You want another, sweet girl?” His tongue was working you at a speed that you struggled to keep up with as he completely overwhelmed your senses. You mewled out his name, bucking your hips up against his face, desperate more. “Yes, please baby. Give me more, Joel. Please.” Your words fell through staggered breaths as he slowly inserted a second finger, curling them up against the sweet spot that had you seeing stars. He slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of you, developing a smooth rhythm that was in sync with his tongue. A delicious combination that had you shamelessly riding his face.

“Good girl. That’s my good fuckin’ girl. Look at how filthy you’re gettin’ fo’me.” He mumbled against your cunt, pumping his fingers faster. He could feel himself getting drunk off your taste along his tongue. Your breathless whines, the way your thighs trembled, and quivered around his head. He was drunk off every goddamn moment he was spending with you. Pussy drunk where he was at the point of no return.

“Oh–oh fuck! Jooooeeelll!” You were on the brink of sobbing as your second orgasm rolled through you like a tidal wave. Joel didn’t give you a moment to breathe this time. He continued to work you right on through it as you clenched tightly around his fingers.

“C’mon, darlin.’ You got one more for me? I know ya do. C’mon, pretty girl. Gimme one more. One fuckin’ more.”

You shook your head back and forth vigorously, bringing your freehand to your mouth, biting down on the outside of your hand, tears threateningly to spill over as you were teetering over the edge of overstimulation. “Joel–I–can’t! It’s too much! Baby, please I can’t! Joel, I can’t!” You desperately pleaded with him.

“Yes you can honey. Yes you can. I got you, sweet girl. You’re okay. You’re safe. Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you, my baby honey.” He reached his free hand up and found your hand that was still fisting the sheets, he gently pried your fingers apart, slipping his between yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “One more for me. One more baby.” His lips wrapped around your clit once more, sucking harshly as he drew one last final orgasm from you.

Your ears were ringing, blood rushing as everything in close proximity sounded hazy, fuzzy to you as your body convulsed around Joel’s tongue and fingers. You were almost certain that you had passed out for a moment. Your body was struggling to handle the immense waves of pleasure like none other than you had experienced before. Your mind felt blissfully numb, as if you were on a big fluffy cloud, drifting through the sky with a warm breeze kissing your cheeks.

Your ex had absolute jack fucking shit on your cowboy.

Joel had praised you through the entire thing, lapping up your final release like a man starved. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your swollen clit before he kissed his way back up to your lips, pecking them a few times as his hands gently held your face. “Come back to earth, my sweet girl. I gotcha.”

Your limp arms found their way around his neck, kissing him back languidly as you tasted yourself along his tongue. “You sure know how to make a girl scream, cowboy.” Your tone was sticky sweet, tainted with post orgasm haze.

“I like to call that one the Joel Miller pussy eating special.” He chuckled, kissing you deeply.

“Shut the fuck up.” You giggled.

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wu-sisyphus-gang · 11 months

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You Don't Need a Menu

Yang: What time is it going to be?

Ruby: Oh yeah. If we're going to be here all night we might want to order food.

Jaune: Chinese okay?

Yang: Yeah Chinese works.

Ruby: Sounds good.

Jaune: Lets do ming moon's. They close in five minutes so just tell me what you want to order and I'll call it in.

Weiss: I'll have the general so's combo.

Ruby: Uh sorry do they have a menu?

Jaune: I mean yeah presumably. But its a chinese food restaurant so they have chinese food.

Ruby: Okay let me just look at the menu and I'll decide what I want.

Jaune: Okay well they aren't on yelp so there is no menu but they have chinese food. You wouldn't need a menu for ordering pizza.

Ruby: Wait were getting pizza? Now I definitely need to see a menu.

Jaune: *Slams his table* No! We're not getting pizza. We have exactly four minutes until this place closes. We're not getting pizza and even if we were none of you should need a menu. Right? You know what kind of toppings you like, every place has the same toppings, and you should know generally what you like by now. Look, you've had chinese food before.

Ruby: Uh um I don't know I'm not sure!

Jaune: You're not sure???

Yang: Come to think of it I really want to see a menu too. Because what if I want to change things up?

Jaune: Yang, you can live in some magical universe where you try something new and make new and exciting decisions but we all know you're getting the steamed beef and broccoli fried rice and an egg roll like you do every time and Blake is getting the chicken lo mein.

Blake: Leave me out of this!

Weiss: What if they don't have general so's?

Jaune: They have general so's or something like it.

Ruby: But what if they don't?

Weiss: What if they don't, though?

Jaune: I promise you that they will have general so's or something like it.

Ruby: I just don't know what I want unless I pick it off a menu.

Jaune: Okay. Alright. Fine. Using the power of your imagination construct a menu in your mind's eye consisting of all the things you've ordered from chinese places in your entire life. Then using that mental menu, tell me what the fuck you want to order!

Yang: What if they don't have dumplings?

Ruby: What if they don't have dumplings, what then?

Jaune: As the gods as my witness they will have dumplings.

Weiss: But are they on the menu because it would be really rude to ask if it's not on the menu.

Jaune: Menus are for cowards and simpletons Weiss. Persons of character look in their heart and know what they want to order.

Ruby: So you always know what you want to order?

Jaune: I haven't looked at menu for ten years.

Ruby: Bullshit!

Jaune: Try me.

Yang: Tai food?

Jaune: Chicken pad krapraw.

Weiss: Indian?

Jaune: Chicken marsala with garlic knots.

Ruby: Italian?

Jaune: Chicken parm.

Yang: They're out of chicken parm.

Jaune: Feduccini alfredo.

Yang: Go to hell!

Jaune: You first.

Weiss: Genie grants you three wishes?

Jaune: Worlds greatest sorcerer, new magic lamp, freedom for the first genie.

Ruby: You're at a diner where you can mix and match. Menu is ten pages.

Jaune: Cheeseburger deluxe medium well bacon and grilled onions and wafflefries. If they don't have that, curly fries. If they don't have that, regular fries. And a chocolate godsdamned milkshake.

Weiss: You're going to give yourself a heart attack!

Jaune: You're going to give me a heart attack. Two minutes!

Ruby: So what? You order the same meal every time?

Jaune: I order the best meal every time.

Yang: You can't have a cheese burger for breakfast!

Jaune: Can too!

Weiss: What if you're not in the mood for a cheese burger?!

Jaune: Then I'd be in the mood for a cheddar omelette with two slices of plain white toast and a cup of coffee with some hashbrowns on the side. And you know what?! I wouldn't need a menu to know it!

Weiss: So you only have two moods? Is that it?

Jaune: Two moods is more than enough for anyone!

Ruby: You're insane!

Jaune: One minute!

Weiss: General so's combo.

Ruby: Wanton soup.

Yang: Beef and broccoli with steamed rice and an egg roll.

Blake: Chicken lo mein.

Jaune: I knew it you slime!

Jaune: *into his scroll* I'll have a number one, a number three, a number five, a number seven, and a wanton soup and an eggroll for pick up. Have a great night. *hangs up*

Jaune: You mother fuckers!

Yang: You know technically an egg roll is a sandwich.

Jaune: Oh go to hell.

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby incorrect quotes #weiss schnee #ruby rose #blake belladonna #yang xiao long

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m0llygunn · 8 months

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hi ma’am, what happened to the friends w baby benefits or something fic u were writing 😭 i was so excited for it. is it like not happening orrrrr still working on it? not trying to be annoying i just rly loved the idea!!

omg shhhh don't call me out so loud LMAOO i stopped working on it but i can start again!

Thank you for being excited for anything I do, thats a crazy concept to me cause whattttt who cares about me lol and you're not annoying at all, don't even say that!!!

Just for you, I put a little 500 word present under the cut <3 (it's from the draft so it might change) (18+!)

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Just friends. What a silly concept.

Friends through high school, friends after high school, and now, as two grown adults with grown adult jobs, you and Eddie are just friends.

Friends who, in a partially drunken stupor, hooked up. It was four months ago and obviously wasn’t planned. You two had just gotten a little too tipsy, then a little too handsy feel-y, and then… it just happened.

The morning after you two had parted with an awkward avoidance of eye contact, fidgety hands, and an overemphasized amount of distance between the two of you as you both made the agreed promise to never do that again.

Never is nearly as silly of a concept as just friends.

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Four months ago you ordered extra cheese pizza with a side of garlic knots.

Tonight you ordered the same.

Feeling parched from the savoury dinner, you helped yourself to a coke from the fridge. The first thing that caught your eye, Iron City Beer– a brand of beer that you haven't seen in this home since four months ago. Four months ago when you drank just a little too much of it...

Four months ago you and Eddie sat around in his living room watching an R rated movie.

Tonight, you do the same– except this time, you don't drink. You do, however, burn all the same.

This time, the choice R rated movie has been using jump cuts to tits and overzealous sex scenes to cover its low production value.

This time, Eddie’s sprawled out on the floor, shirt off, sweatpants dangerously low on his hips, arm propped behind his head.

This time, you’re all too aware of the bounds of friendship, but this time, you couldn’t care less.

The movie cuts to a particularly raunchy scene. Normally you’d laugh it off, but tonight, you practically groan, pushing the heels of your palms into your eyes. The moans of some D lister fill the room and you grow impossibly bothered.

Silent on the floor, Eddie pays you no mind. His oblivion is your virtue. You let yourself focus on him. The lights from the TV glow over him in the darkness of the room. Shadows cast along the outline of every muscle making them look more defined and extra sculpted.

It's taunting.

It's not how friends look at each other. Friends– what a silly concept.

Wandering gaze trailing down his torso, with a thick swallow your eyes sweep down, down, down.

Down, looming around the wispy patch of hair that starts just below his belly button.

Down, lingering at the low rise of his sweatpants.

Down, until your mouth drops agape and you can't help the gasp that escapes your lungs.

With a crane of his neck, Eddie looks back at you before his hands cover his crotch, hiding his very prominent boner.

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I'm editing the rest of the first chapter, but i have a test tomorrow so I have to switch focuses for a bit.

Thank you for your message!

#i literally gasped when i read this lol #tumblr feels like talking to a brick wall sometimes so i forget people are actually paying attention to the things i say😭#eddie munson x fem!reader

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texancommie07 · 4 months

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I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday, I don't care about you

It's Friday I'm In Love

Heavy Metal Valentines Day Five: First Date

July 1st, 1985

To Say Eddie Was About To Implode From Excitement Would Be An Understatement. It Was Finally Happening, Billy And Them Were Finally Have A Date. A Real One.

Not Just A Quick Chat And Peck In The Woods After A Deal, Not Just Glances In The Hallways Of Doom, Not Just A Nod As They Went Into Their Respective Vehicles To Head To School. A Real, Bonafide, Genuine Date.

They Were Practically Bursting At The Seams. They Had Already Had A Good Solid Thirty Minute Screaming Into Their Pillow Session, And Moshing Around Their Room For A Good Hour In An Attempt To Release Some Of Their Pent Up Energy. It.... Hasn't Really Worked, But That's Fine! It's Just Means They'll Be Super In The Moment During The Date Portion.

They Really Hoped They Didn't Overwhelm Billy, They Were Still Figuring Out New Things That Overwhelmed Them Due To Their Early-Onset Psychosis (Read: Autism), And They Saw A Lot Of Similarities Between Billy And Them. So They Went Over The Plan Another Few Times In Their Head To Make Sure That They Remembered How The Day Was Supposed To Go Down, So As Not To Cause A Sudden Schedule Shift And Upset The Both Of Them.

Eddie Ran Over Their List Of Store Bought Items, Mostly Patches, And One Kill 'Em All T-Shirt(Donated By Rick, Bless Him), And Some Snacks For The Both Of Them. They Checked Over The Snacks Again, Red Hot Cinnamon Candies And A Dr. Pepper For Billy, And A Bag Of Rolos With A Vanilla Ramune For Them.

They Glanced In The Mirror, Checking Out Their Outfit For What Had To Be The Hundredth Time Since They Put It On. They Were Wearing Their Queen Shirt-Turned Tank Top And Their Only Pair Of Holeless Jeans. It Was A Fine Outfit, But That Wasn't The Part Eddie Was Worried About. Their Chest Was Out.

They Had Grown Interested In 1920s Fashion Thanks To Their Auntie Lisa, And In Doing That, They Stumbled Upon Some Chest Flattening Corset Patterns From That Era. They Were Originally Made To Flatten The Chests Of The Flappers Who Wore Them, But With The Start Of Puberty Hitting Eddie Like A Freight Train In All The Worst Ways, They Had Different Reasons For Using Them.

Billy Had Wanted This To Be A Casual Thing, Since They Weren't Going Anywhere. Billy Knew About, It Wasn't Like They Didn't Tell Him Or Anything(Plus It Really Wouldn't Have Matter Since Billy Was From California And Had A Merry Band Of Transvestites As His Closest Companions Over There, And As A Result He Clocked Them Almost Immediately), But Billy Hadn't Ever Seen Eddie Without Their Binder On. And It Wasn't Like Eddie Thought Billy Would Be Cruel Or Anything, But The Little Voice In The Back Of Their Head Was Always More Persistent When They Had Tits.

Shaking Off The Minor Existential Dread From Their Bones, They Took A Deep Breath And Put On Their "Boys Don't Cry" Vinyl (Another Gift From Their Auntie Lisa) And Did Some Final Clean Up Around The Trailer While They Waited For Billy To Get Off Work.

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Eddie Has No Idea What They Were Worried About. The Date Was Going Great, They Had Danced A Bit, They Watched TV, They Even Ordered Pizza!(Wayne Knew It Was A Special Occasion And Even Gave Eddie Enough Money To Get Garlic Knots!)

Billy Had Brought Over Some Patches Of His Own Choosing, And Told Eddie Where He Wanted Them On His Vest. They Had Cut Out The Kill 'Em All Shirt To Make A Back Patch And Were Currently Seeing It On. Billy Had Seemed A Little Standoffish And Strange At The Start Of The Date, Almost Secretive And Defensive, But Billy Tended To Be Like That In General, And Eddie Had Brushed It Of As Nerves, As After A While Billy Opened Up More And More.

They Currently Had Him Rambling On About Metallic Trivia That They Already Knew, But They Didn't Dare Tell Billy That. This Was The Happiest They Had Seen Him Since He Got Here, And They Knew How Nice It Felt To Have Someone Who Would Just Listen. Eddie Swore If You Looked Too Hard, You Would See Hearts In Their Eyes With They Way They Were Looking At Billy. They Would Probably Stab Their Hands A Few More Times Than Ideal, But It Didn't Matter, They Were Absolutely Smitten, And They Were Having A Great Time Working On Billy's Battle Vest.

They Hoped They Got To Finish It With Him.

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#billy deserved better #mungrove #my art i guess #billy antis dni #eddie deserves better #gay billy hargrove #heavymetalvalentines #gay eddie munson #trans eddie munson #autistic eddie munson #autistic billy hargrove #cw outdated medical terminology for autism #btw i have a kinda crack au where eddie and Larry from Sally Face are cousins #so that's who their auntie Lisa is

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houseflyy · 7 months

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🌻 - What’s the most beautiful place you can think of?

Caring Mun Questions

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it’s a place i go to once a year, and that makes it feel exciting no matter how many times i go. i stay in a cozy spot right against the ocean, a couple of steps down and you’re there. and it’s a whole experience in itself to brave up to go into the ocean and dive under waves over and over like your life depends on it (lowkey it does), but the town is where i spend most of my time while i’m there.

there’s the couple-intersections-long area where the local restaurants and the tacky shops in the market square and the weekly farmer’s market are. there’s that one restaurant built into some house where we stay long into the night and drink craft cocktails, and that other restaurant just off the main street with the back patio we take over and order giant pepperoni pizzas and the greasiest garlic knots known to man. you used to be able to order right on the beach!

there was a new ice cream shop that opened up this year and the line was horrifying the night we went, but we waited the whole way through because why not. mary poppins was playing in a park space right next to it that i got to watch some of. i got two scoops of a caramel vanilla brownie flavor and it was so huge i had to dump it into a cup. we sat on a curb and watched the rest of the movie, where a bunch of families were sitting in lawn chairs, and kids were blowing bubbles, and every so often a train would go by us on the tracks just nearby. to sit there and take it all in? pure joy. life is good!

that’s what’s beautiful to me: a little corner of the world you get to return to and see how it changes and stays the same, both the place itself and based on where i am in life. and where you can splurge on lots of good food. i brought up a lot of food. my priorities lol

#fledermaus-mainblog #ooc.#answered.#( on a day like today i really needed to ramble about good things. thank you!! )

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homicidalfantrolls · 2 years

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4 for Anguil!

Safety

Some days the impenetrable walls of a castle built by an ancient sea dweller to protect his young descendant were comforting. And some days, like today, they were suffocating.

While occasionally it was nice for someone to wait on him hand and foot—like when he was sick or had a migraine—more often than not it was smothering. Sharin almost seemed offended whenever Anguil has expressed this, however, so he elected to tell the servants themselves whenever he wasn’t in the mood. It was only after Deerin told them they could listen to him without getting in trouble that they finally did.

While Sharin had also gotten better about hearing when Anguil was on his way to visit his other moirail, it was impossible for the mutant not to notice the confusion, hurt, or whatever else behind Sharin’s opalescent eyes. It was too easy to get caught up in that and tell himself Bruuno could wait.

Today, Anguil opted to just text his mate where he was headed. Sharin was busy and would undoubtedly lose his attention once Anguil came in. And his already thin patience would shatter completely once Anguil said he was leaving.

Anguil did his best to let those thoughts stay behind the thick walls as he snuck out, bag over his shoulder, fins painted and contacts in place.

It wasn’t too far of a journey to Bru’s hive. He’d always been grateful for that. He was slightly less grateful when he received a text from his moirail when he’d almost arrived that said moirail would not be hive for awhile; the Whysteria concert has been postponed due to technical issues. It would have been canceled altogether if not for Bru’s self destructive nature not allowing him to disappoint anyone and just work until he dropped.

Bru did not text that last part.

Fins falling, Anguil sighed as he let himself into Bru’s hive. Kenny trotted to meet him, rubbing between his legs and purring. It wasn’t time for her dinner, Anguil knew, but it was always snack time. And he was never good at saying no to Kenny.

Tossing some treats like chicken feed for her, he set his bag down and flopped onto the couch with an overdramatic huff. Here he was, all dressed up and no moirail to tell him that a hoodie and makeup to prevent himself from getting culled wasn’t getting dressed up. And no moirail to retort to that hey, you’re one to talk, you only wear shirts occasionally and even then you always have your tits free to the world like they were going out of style. And no one to reply that tits never go out of style.

Anguil groaned, pressing his hands to his face and kicking his legs in the air like a needy grub. This is why he didn’t like being left alone. He had conversations with himself.

No, you don’t like being left alone because you dig a hole into your own head that’s impossible to escape from.

Shut up.

Sighing, Anguil sat up on the couch, flipping on the TV go search for some mindless movie. Something low budget, something stupid.

His phone chimed. Bru won’t be back until the next evening. The concert was due in a few hours and would take a few hours. No way to get back before daylight. Okay. Cool. Anguil could use the coupon he was saving for two large pizzas, garlic knots, cheesy bread, and a liter of soda on himself. That was healthy, normal, well adjusted behavior.

As Anguil put in the order, he almost threw his phone in surprise when Kenny jumped up on the coffee table, fixing him with her judgmental gaze. Huffing, Anguil crossed his arms. “You can look at me like that all you want but we both know you’ve eaten an entire rotisserie chicken when Bru and I got distracted.”

Kenny stared.

“And if you keep judging me I won’t give you any cheesy bread.”

Kenny hopped into Anguil’s lap, settling down to purr.

“That’s what I thought,” he huffed, digging into his bag to pop a couple of his gummies into his mouth.

A couple of movies and an unhealthy amount of pizza later, Anguil hadn’t even realized he’d dozed off until there was a knock at the door. The mutant sat up so fast his head spun, fins flaring with excitement.

“Angs? I forgot my key.”

He was early, which in and of itself was a concern, but Anguil didn’t care. He was just ecstatic to hear something besides his own thoughts and B movie actors. Unlocking the door was a bit more of an expedition that it should have been; just took a couple of tries before he figured out which three of the locks he was seeing was the real one. Opening the door to his grinning moirail was the surprise he needed. But what wasn’t was watching a the tip of a knife poke through Bruuno’s chest, followed by a flood of fuchsia. The singer collapsed before his moirail could even scream.

Anguil fell to his knees, pressing his hands against the wound, breathing quickly becoming impossible as he hyperventilated. “Bru? Bru, get up y-you c-cant—“

“Trust me. He’s dead.”

Anguil’s blood ran cold, his attention shifting to his moirails killer. A tall purple with a blood soaked grin, his hands covered in violet and fuchsia. “Said I’d find you, little fish,” he purred, and the knife came down.

Anguil shot up, gasping for breath and clawing at his chest. His gaze tore apart the room in a panic, barely registering anything he was seeing. Where was he? Bru’s block? Wasn’t he just on the couch? What was going on? Nothing was making sense—

But then there was a tattooed hand on his back, another stroking his hair as their wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into a familiar chest. The chest he was pressed against was vibrating with a soft, melodic hum. The chest he just saw covered in blood, now perfectly normal and covered in art instead.

Anguil couldn’t stop the tears if he tried. His fingers gripped at his moirail’s chest as his body wracked with sobs that shook his whole body. His hand stayed pressed against Bruuno’s peck, making sure there was no knife and that his heart was beating.

The hand in his hair continued to stroke it, the one on his back tracing soft, comforting designs. “Shh, Angs, s’okay, I got you…you’re safe.”

#i’m in a mood today.#ily ghosty #Anguil Formes #death tw #blood tw #ask

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adith513 · 7 months

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(Scene: A dimly lit college dorm room, cluttered with textbooks and empty pizza boxes. The roommates are sitting in a circle, discussing their lives.)

Alex: (sighs) What we getting for dinner, bruh?

Jordan: (checks the time) I can't believe it's already October. Time really flies man.

Taylor: (nods) Seriously, it feels like we just moved in a week ago. I need to find a job though I’m broke as shit.

Casey: (excited) Speaking of money, I finally found some time to organize my clothes. I sold some of that stuff online and finally made some cash.

Morgan: (shrugs) It be what it be. Money comes and goes. But, Alex, speaking of tough times, man, your team really sucks, doesn't it?

Alex: (defensive) Hey, leave football out of this! You know they’re gonna make a comeback this weekend. And, speaking of money, I can't wait to go on a Costco run next weekend. We really need to stock up on our cleaning supplies our dorm is starting to reek.

Jordan: (enthusiastic) Oh, I'm so in! Costco runs are the best, I love trying all their samples. Every time I go there I basically eat a whole meal! But, not gonna lie, I think I failed all my midterms.

Taylor: (concerned) Seriously? You're really smart, Jordan, you probably did great.

Casey: (optimistic) It's okay, you can probably still turn your grade around. We still have half the semester after all. Do you guys think I can still switch my major though?

Morgan: (laughs) You're already thinking about that? We're only a like two months in!

Alex: (changing the topic) Well, if you think Jordan’s having a bad time, wait till you learn that I skip my 8 A.M. lecture like every week. It's brutal.

Jordan: (mocking) Classic Alex! Seriously though, you might wanna consider going once in a while.

Taylor: (supportive) Yeah, Alex, attendance really does matter.

Casey: (grinning) So, back to dinner plans, are we ordering pizza again?

Morgan: (enthusiastic) Yeah, pizza sounds good, but let's switch it up and get some garlic knots as well this time.

Alex: (checks his wallet) Garlic knots and pizza it is, but you guys all need to chip in this time.

Jordan: (pulls out a stack of coupons) Don't worry, I've got some coupons we can try and save some money.

Taylor: (relieved) That's a relief. I really need to save up for some textbooks. My biology professor is making us buy one that’s like $300!

Casey: (excited) And I need to save up for a new laptop. My old one is on its last legs I feel like it's about to explode any day now.

Morgan: (reflective) You know, as broke as we are, I'm grateful for our little family here. We've got each other's backs.

Alex: (grateful) You're right, Morgan. College life can be tough, but it's better with you guys.

Jordan: (raising his pizza slice) Cheers to us! And to more Costco runs in the future.

Taylor: (raising her soda can) Cheers, everyone! Let's hope I can pass my midterms next time.

Casey: (raising a garlic knot) And here's to not switching majors anytime soon.

Morgan: (raising a slice of pizza) Cheers to the late-night talks and early-morning classes we survive together.

Alex: (raising his pizza slice) Cheers to skipping that 8 a.m. tomorrow!

(They all laugh, clink their food and drinks together, and dig into their dinner. The dorm room fills with the warmth of friendship and the hope of better days ahead.)

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pudgy-planets · 1 year

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I should probably touch more upon some issues with Six Flags- and why it’s officially my least favorite "major" amusement park within my state.

One of the biggest was… They don’t use physical cash. They only use Prepaid Visa Cards from their designated machines. They don’t take coins or anything of the sort. Just 1, 5, 10, 20, 50, and 100 bills, warning you of the inevitable high sales taxes on anything at an amusement park in typical fashion.

That surprised me when I found out that you couldn’t use it when I attempted to buy this $30 charger�� let’s touch on that.

There’s no open plugs aside from this one restaurant. There were no plugs on the bus because my institution and the charter bus company refused to sign the proper paperwork. So we ended up just using the newest, latest, current model of school bus.

And when we got to the park, I asked if there were any portable chargers which were only at specific locations because they never gave us physical itineraries (maps) and we were forced to rely on the dimly lit giant maps in specific locations. Which weren’t all that helpful in the dark. I was told they’re only at specific gift shops and my best would be the very first one.

Moreover, every plug and outlet was covered or painted over. That’s right. Every single plug was covered or painted over. Meaning if you wanted to charge your phone without buying one of those stupid FuelRods, sorry fucko you better shill out $30 bucks!!!! $45 if you want two!!!! Because they don’t charge your phone to full, just 50-55% at max. Which I get it’s a portable charger, but when you show a bunch of images of devices at 100% that typically implies I’m getting a bang for my buck with a high quality charger that’ll juice my device back to fill during my time in the park.

Nope.

It got halfway there, even with Low-Power Mode. And eventually I was forced to go back and swap it in for a fresh one and inevitably only get a half-charge.

Here’s the kicker though, you had to pay three dollars at the terminal in order to get another one. Which I probably should’ve bought TWO because he and forbid maybe my phone would’ve been fully charged by them!

So… I go to swap it out and my dumb, fat ass thought you had to put the entire capsule with the actual FuelRod, and the swappable typed chargers for android, type-c, and apple devices.

Nope.

You just put in the FuelRod by itself and have the barcode on the side where it can be scanned. I didn’t realize this and was put into a panic because I couldn’t get it out because the plastic tube is thinner than a magnum condom and was like trying to stuff a wedding cake into a teacup and then trying to take it out fully intact.

Once you pay the three dollar AND 81 CENT fee because fuck me sales tax is a nouveau bitch you get 10 seconds to put it in to the slot and get a new "fully-charged" one. And if you don’t?

COOOOON-GRATULATIONS YOU FUCKING DISHWASHING APPLIANCE! CAN YOU GUESS WHAT YOU WON? THAAAAAATS RIGHT! PAY NEARLY FOUR MORE DOLLARS FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO GET A FRESH, ONLY GOING TO CHARGE YOUR PHONE TO HALF-FULL FUELROD.

YOU ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY INCREDIBLE NONCE.

I didn’t have enough money on the card because I spent some on the rod and other on food because I was starving, (not really starving I had no appetite, but I figured I need to eat or something.)

There was supposed to be a buffet where we could anything we wanted and a valid meal ticket for whatever restaurant we wanted. The offer ended at 11PM something none of us knew because it was never discussed.

You know what the event coordinator who arranged this trip said?

"You are all grown adults, ask around and figure it out yourselves. This has nothing to do with me."

GEE THAT IS REALLY HELPFUL IN AN AMUSEMENT PARK NONE OF US HAVE BEEN IN BEFORE/IN FOREVER.

So… I didn’t find out until midnight when the offer ended and the buffet closed. So I spent 20 bucks on a mid-pizza slice, the worst garlic knots I’ve ever eaten, and fiddled around with a vending for several minutes because I had to pay six entire dollars for a pineapple Fanta.

And it was because of this I hadn’t enough money to to buy the swap feature again once I realized i messed up. Because they’re prepaid cards, you can’t refill them. Thus, you have to buy another one and insert your cash into the machine and grab another one. But the machine at the front was surrounded by a ton of people and I couldn’t afford to wait, so I ended up walking half a mile to the other one in the section with the Goliath roller coaster and carnival games.

I got another card, tossed the old one way because you can’t get that money back and they do not do refunds, not like I could buy anything away with two bucks considering the carnival games are five dollars for one attempt.

So I trotted my back to the front and got another mid-tier FuelRod after an hour of effort. Then I got on this rollercoaster that was too small for my legs which the staff didn’t seem notice or care, so every twist, turn, and incline was met with the rubber coated restraints rubbing and grinding against my long legs.

So they were uncomfortable and itchy afterwards. A sign of overstimulation and dry skin. I had no lotion on me and this also happens when it’s windy… so I ended stopping every two to three minutes scratching my legs and arms because I on the verge of breaking out.

That was the last ride I rode that night. Some family rollercoaster alright. Exhausted, itchy, and drained I just walked to the front of the park where our meeting spot was and sat there for two and a half hours until we left.

Of course. We were one of the last groups to leave because they had to do several headcounts and scour the park for several people who didn’t listen to the rules. So we ended up sitting there for 30 more minutes.

And this where things go from extremely dumb to unimaginably dumb. We walked, some ran to the bus we rode on and we couldn’t get on yet. Why? Because two of the people present attempted to steal from the park without paying. And the park authorities as well as our supervisors for the event-

Lashed into them. You know it’s telling when you have to deal with people who don’t wanna cooperate OR refuse to abide by basic rules.

After that we finally got on the bus… for an uncomfortable, cramped, painful four hours back home. I hugged my mom the minute we got home because every aspect of the trip had gone from exciting and positive to… depressing and emotionally exasperating.

I paid 200 bucks for a mediocre, dull trip. My mom 20 years ago, who attended the same institution went to Disney. And it wasn’t a one day trip, it was the full weekend.

Stayed at a hotel, ate at the mall instead of some McDonald’s when other restaurants were present, and went to Disney World. Which as you guessed, has infinitely more things to do as opposed to Six Flags.

In the last two years: Disney, Universal, and Six Flags have been one disaster after the next. A hodgepodge including a distinct lack of planning, last minute changes, and inabilities to cooperate with everyone to improve the quality of the trip.

This. This is why I say I have bad luck or I’m cursed. Because it keeps happening. And every time it’s looking up for me, whatever divine beings at play need to remind me:

Oh. You were in a good mood? That’s awesome. Lemme throw everything in my magical bag of "fuck you’s" at you over the course of an excruciatingly slow day.

That was my six flags trip. I never wanna go to a six flags for as long as I live and I hope I’m fat enough to never get on an amusement park ride anytime soon.

#mun vents #mun vents heavily

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cuisinecravings · 2 years

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Can You Freeze Pizza Dough? How to Freeze Pizza Dough?

Can You Freeze Pizza Dough? I've just completed making pizza for a birthday party, and the leftover pizza dough is a big problem. I don't know how I'm going to keep my pizza dough from going bad, but it would be such a waste if I just threw it all away. How should I best preserve the extra pizza dough I have? Saving pizza dough is a terrific idea if you have some leftover because it can be utilised in so many different ways.

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Is Pizza Dough Freezer-Friendly?

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How Can Pizza Dough Be Freezed?

Don't forget to prepare olive oil or spray oil, as well as freezer bags large enough to hold your entire supply of pizza dough, before freezing your pizza dough. The steps you must follow in order to freeze your pizza dough are listed below: - Your dough should be prepared the same way you would for baking. - Make little, unique balls out of the dough. The balls ought to be in the dimensions required to produce pizza. - Apply olive oil or baking spray to each of the dough balls. Can You Freeze Pizza Dough Turn each dough ball over to ensure that the oil is uniformly distributed across its whole surface. - After transferring the balls to a freezer bag, seal it. Make certain that the bag is completely empty inside. - In the freezer, place the bag. - If all goes according to plan, you should have enough pizza dough to last you for the next two to three months. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCQ0maTaTMA

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eclipixels · 3 years

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Finding out and telling Kaneki you're preggo

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"You're leaving right now?" I yawned, still shaking off the dryness of the morning.

"Yup. See you in a bit." He responded tying the last knot on his shoe laces then lifting his head up to look at me. Oh those doe innocent precious eyes. Sigh

"Have fun learning about old dead people and words." I stretched my arms out towards him.

"I will and you better not forget to have fun at your doctor's appointment. They're gonna stick flashlights up your nose, ears and mouth." He smiled sheepishly leaning into my arms.

I felt the area around me sink as he rested his palms beside me, putting full support into them. A long kiss was shared between us ending with a soft and cute audible, "mwuah" from Kaneki.

And with a sweet kiss my lover dissipated out the cold door, leaving behind the warmth of our shared home and far-away from me.. but he'd return at like 4:00 PM or something.

I yawned once more, annoyed at the fact that yawning hurt my jaw and that I couldn't control it. After sitting there for a bit, I finally got up and got dressed. Soon after finishing my morning routine, I headed out to the doctors.

It was a regular check up with the whole sticking flashlights down your throat and nose along with the blood pressure machine thing. The last thing I had to do was pee in a cup.

I went in the bathroom, did my business and gave them back the pp cup. I waited inside my room for the doctor to return. I was about to text Kaneki checking up on him since he usually takes a break during this time but stopped as soon as the doctor came in. Finally.

"Well all your results seem great, there seems to be no problems. Vitals are all good, no sign of any health risks. Looks like you're healthy," He said nothing more or less than I expected. I was waiting for him to wrap it up so I could get home.

"Also, your labs came back and congratulations, you're 2 weeks pregnant Ms. L/n!" He finished.

Excuse me I'm what? 😃

"I'm pregnant?" I repeated.

"Yup, shows here you're exactly 2 weeks pregnant! Would you like us to help schedule you an appointment with your gynecologist for ultrasounds and pregnancy check ups?" The doctor asked politely.

"Uh no thank you, I'll do it when I get home." I spoke feeling a bit lightheaded.

"Alright then, you're all set! Just make sure to make your next appointment in y months." The doctor said and with that I made my way back home.

Fuck it's almost 4, Kaneki would be home any minute now. God, what do I do? Should I tell him yet or should I wait? Holy pickle salad, what if he doesn't want the baby? What will I do then?

"Y/N!! I'M HOME!!" Kaneki yelled with glee as he took off his shoes and quickly held me in a tight hug like a little child.

"How was your day?" I giggled in his arms.

"Same old routine oh and I got lunch with Hide at this really cool bakery. I would've brought some for you but I want to take you there myself so you could have it while It's still warm." He smiled, guiding me into our room so he could tell me more about his day.

Immediately he started changing into something more comfortable, a black t-shirt and dark grey shorts. He then sighed as he laid down on the matress, feeling his hand link with mine.

Just then, I suddenly felt really hungry. No, this isn't a pregnancy craving, I'm just a hungry bitch.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked noticing my troubled faced.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry." I muttered.

"Oh ok, I'll order some pizza then." He smiled, rushing out the door to find his phone. God damn he's so cute.

"Wait! I forgot to ask, do you want a side of garlic cheese bread too?" He stuck his head through the door with the phone held behind him.

"Of course I do!" I said in disbelief.

"Ok" He laughed at my expression before leaving the room. I think that laugh just impregnated me- oh wait, I already am pregnant. Oh, shit, that. I'm still in that dilemma.

"Ok, they'll deliver since I'm tired and don't wanna go out." He said as he sat next to me one again.

"Yay!" I lunged towards him in a hug, careful with my tummy though.

"So anything interesting you did today?" I asked taking a bite of the pizza.

"I don't think so. It was mundane. Nothing much happened except for what I told you" he yawned, drooping his eyes.

"You're tired though." I narrowed my eyes.

"It's probably just from working out." He accidentally slipped, slapping his hand over his mouth.

"Working out?" I smirked.

"S-shut up" He blushed.

"There's nothing to be insecure about. Although I do love your feminine looking ass a lot, I wouldn't mind." I leaned closer to his ear before letting out a mischievous giggle.

"Stooooppp, now I don't even wanna do it anymore." He crossed his arms.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're making me feel embarrassed." He turned his head to the opposite side, attempting to avoid my stare.

"But.. I love your body. No matter the change." I smiled, snaking my hand under his shirt, gliding it over his smooth stomach.

"mm, keep doing that" He sighed leaning back. I then rested my head on his lap, tracing random shapes on his bare abdomen. He did have to run around campus a lot so I understand why he's tired.

"Why do you want to work out though?" I asked, truly puzzled.

"B-because I wanna be able to pick you up and stuff a-and you're always doing the hard work around here.. I want to help too! Ugh, this is so embarrassing." He held his head in his hands.

"No it's not."

"You stroke my ego too much. It's bad for me." He sighed.

"That's not the only thing I can stroke for you-" I was cut off by Kaneki's hand covering my mouth, muffling my words.

"Don't!" Kaneki said with widened eyes.

I only laughed and bit his palm for him to let go.

"Anyway, how was your day at the doctor's." Kaneki remembered to ask.

"Oh the doctors said I'm fine." I replied calmly.

"That's good" He leaned over to take another pizza slice, holding it above my mouth for me to eat. Kaneki then took a sip of his drink.

"Oh yeah and I'm pregnant too by the way— if that matters though." I said, purposely using a nonchalant tone as I took another bite of the pizza.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Ken shrieked as pepsi blew out his nose.

#kaneki ken x reader #kaneki ken #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul #kaneki x reader #kaneki #anime x y/n

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 years

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A Place To Call Home: Santa’s Letters

Summary: It’s the holiday season in the Ackles household and Jensen has a a request for all of his kids...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Square: Creating New Traditions

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language, angst, fluff

A/N: Enjoy! This part takes place after the Dads Timestamp. Also written for @spnchristmasbingo

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“Whatcha reading?” asked your dad while you sat at the kitchen counter sipping on a glass of chocolate milk.

“Allie wrote a letter to Santa for Christmas,” you said, handing him the letter. He took it and cocked his head, JJ smirking as she pulled her mac and cheese out of the microwave. “Considering she can’t write yet I think that’s pretty good.”

“Go with stuffed animals. Toddlers love stuffed animals,” he said.

“I thought she was trying to write puppy,” said JJ, stirring the food with a fork and taking a seat next to you.

“I so do not need a dog. We can visit Toby here whenever we want,” you said, tucking the letter back in your pocket. “We got all her presents already. And Colin. TJ’s all I need to get.”

“You know what I want,” he said, rounding the corner from the bathroom. He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah but I can’t just get you what you want. There has to be some element of surprise Hanover,” you said.

“She has a point,” said your dad. “Twins!”

“What?” they called from over on the couch, watching a christmas movie in the background.

“Come here. Little family meeting while mom’s out with the babies,” he said.

“Are we going on vacation?” asked Arrow, dashing over and looking up at him.

“Calm yourself,” he said, Zepp padding over and sitting up on the counter, stealing a cookie from the tray. “Alright. I’m entrusting all of you with very secret information.”

“Is this about the vacation to Europe you’re taking mom on next summer?” said Arrow, glancing at your cup of chocolate milk. You slid it over while your dad blinked a few times.

“She knows?” he asked.

“No,” she said with a shrug. “You just leave your computer open sometimes.”

“Wait you go looking at my computer?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Afraid they’re gonna find po…” trailed off TJ when he glared at him. “Note to self. Never use your computer.”

“I didn’t look. It was just open. You’re lucky I shut it so mom didn’t see,” she said.

“Alright,” he said, breathing deeply. “Good. I wanted to make sure you guys knew ahead of time. Y/N and TJ will be in charge the couple weeks we’re gone. JJ, I’m hoping you’ll offer to help out a little.”

“I know how to make food,” she said, holding up her dish.

“Clearly,” he said, shaking his head. “So no spoiling, no nothing. I know mom is planning something for me so if it is happening in the month of June, let me know now.”

“You’re good,” you all said, your dad pouting.

“How’d you all know that?”

“Mom told us her plans like two months ago,” you said, stomach rumbling. “Let’s order pizza.”

“It’s a school night,” he said, Arrow already grabbing the takeout book from the drawer.

“Not for us,” said TJ, pulling out his phone.

“Fine but I want garlic knots,” he said, TJ tapping away on the app. “Well something you all don’t know, because apparently you’re all little ninjas listening all the time, is this.”

He went over to the table and grabbed what looked like Christmas cards and slid them across the counter, one to each of you.

“I know that we’re all aware the big man in red is in fact not real-”

“Parents are scam artists,” sighed Arrow. “I really thought Santa was real and then the rug just gets ripped out from under you.”

“Sad but hey we got rid of your fear of werewolves in one fell swoop that day didn’t we,” said your dad. You chuckled, turning over the blank envelope and pulling out a sheet of paper.

“Yeah but like how’d you pull it off? Cause trust me, we used to search this place top to bottom for toys,” said JJ.

“Storage unit. You’ll thank me someday,” he said, going to the counter and grabbing the cup with pens, handing them out. “Now I know you all know Santa isn’t real and I already know half of what you want for Christmas anyways but for my own amusement, I want you all to write a letter to Santa asking what you want.”

“Seriously,” deadpanned Zeppelin.

“Oh! Another contender for my most passive aggressive child of the day. Careful Arrow, your title is on the line,” he said, leaning against the counter. “So entertain your dear old dad and do this for me, huh?”

“When’s food get here?” you asked TJ.

“About forty five minutes,” he hummed, already writing his letter. You stared at him, TJ lifting his head. “What? I never wrote to Santa before.”

“You never wrote to Santa?” asked JJ, her hand over her mouth.

“Well I always knew he was fake,” said TJ. “My dad never really hid that.”

“Your dad’s a dick,” said Arrow. He gave her a side hug and laughed.

“There’s a reason we’ve always gotten along,” he chuckled. He picked up his pen again and started to write, Arrow waiting a beat before she was working away. You took your paper and pen and wandered out to the back porch, taking a seat at the table.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re gonna be the hold out. I was expecting one of the teens to give me a problem over you,” said your dad, sitting down next to you. You leaned back in the chair, taking out Allie’s letter again. You looked at it and handed it to him.

“I asked her if she could tell me what she wanted cause well, that’s just scribbles. You know what she said? She was asking Santa if he could feed everybody cause we drove past a homeless man earlier in the week. She’s not even three and she is a better person than I ever will be. Lately I am so scared of fucking it up and turning her into an asshole. The world doesn’t need more assholes like Rick. It needs little hers and I don’t know how to not dump my shit on her and fuck her up.”

“Y/N. Fucking it up would have been hearing that baby cry and walking away because you told yourselves it wasn’t anything. It would have been so easy to walk away and never know she was in there. She would have died that night if you and TJ hadn’t stopped. She’s alive not because you made her but because you saved her. I know that Allie touched a piece of you that I can’t ever get to, TJ can’t, mom can’t. It’s a special place for your children. You give that child so much love...Allie is kind because her mother and father are kind. Part of it, yeah, that’s her. And part of it is in how you raise her. But you know all the things not to do. You and TJ both know what leaves scars. You’re gonna mess up but as long as you don’t actively hurt her which I know will never happen, she will turn out amazing. I promise.”

“How do you know that?”

“No such thing as a perfect person. Aim for good,” he said. You took the letter back and tucked it away, taking a deep inhale, releasing slowly. “When were you originally planning on kids?”

“Hm?”

“I know you didn’t want them this early. You guys ever talk about that?”

“At least thirty,” you said softly. “Maybe a year or two after to start. He wanted more time for us, for me to...be happy without responsibility.”

“Is that why you and mom nearly got in a fight when she said she’d take the babies for the night, spend some time with them?”

“They should be here,” you said quietly.

“It’s past bedtime for them and you need to get better at letting them go without you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means TJ’s mom can take the kids. We can. Your aunts, uncles, the whole damn family. Your friends. It means I need you to stop feeling guilty because you don’t think you’re a perfect mother and that you don’t spend enough time with your kids. They are both always attached to your hip.”

“That’s not true. I’m away from them too much.”

“Y/N. I lived away from your siblings, from you, for nine months out of the year. When I came home, I took trips alone with just mom. Besides the sarcasm being off the charts, how’d I do with ‘em? How’d I do with you?”

“Why must you always have good points,” you groaned. “It’s so fucking annoying.”

“Special skillset,” he said, leaning back in his chair. His shirt rode up and you saw his scar on his side peak through, your dad glancing down. “I know the letter thing is silly but Allie’s not the only person that wouldn’t still be here without you.”

“Mom said you’re thinking about laser surgery,” you said.

“I am a tad self-conscious if I’m being honest,” he said. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“I’m getting it. For the ones on my back,” you said. He turned his head and you looked up. “Gonna hurt like a bitch apparently.”

“Why are you doing it then?”

“Because all summer long every time we went swimming, there you were staring at my back and I could just see the wheels turning in your head. I don’t like how they make you feel. I don’t like the way they look. I just want to. If you want to get rid of the one on your stomach then I say go for it. You already have a tattoo for me on your arm. I don’t need a scar too.”

He tugged up his shirt, showing off more of the scar.

“How the hell did you fit your hand inside of me,” he said absently, rubbing his fingers over it.

“I wasn’t really thinking about it. I just did it. I know it hurt you,” you said, reaching over and pulling his hand away. “What if I ask Santa for something he can’t give me?”

“Santa wants you to ask for something big this year,” he said.

“Dad.”

“I shouldn’t be here. This should be a shitty Christmas for all of you. But it’s not so this year, you get extra.”

“Alright. Anything I want?”

“Anything at all. You name it.”

“I want you to never thank me for saving your life again because you don’t have to say thanks for that.” He pursed his lips and nodded.

“I still want a letter to Santa with what you want.”

“I will if you agree to stop thanking me.”

“Have I ever mentioned what a stubborn child you are?”

“Several times,” you said. You crossed your arms and he groaned. “I guess Santa’s gonna miss out on a letter…”

“Fine. I won’t bring it up again but I want something real good in this letter,” he said. He got up and ruffled your hair. “Come inside if you get chilly out here.”

“I won’t be long.”

It was around three in the morning when you woke up to use the bathroom, stomach rumbling along the way. You padded into the kitchen to make a quick snack, pausing when you saw the envelope propped up next to the little christmas basket on the island. You looked around, nothing else in the house seeming disturbed.

After a beat you grabbed the envelope and flipped it over, relaxing when you saw the handwriting. It was addressed to you and started to open it, waiting to take it out while you put a piece of pizza in the microwave to reheat. After it beeped off, you took a seat at the counter, taking a few bites before removing the letter and unfolding it.

Y/N! I got your letter today. You’ve been very good this year. Truth be told you’ve been good every year since the last time we talked. I’m sorry to hear that the way you found out I’m not real was when you lost your parents. Well, a version of me isn’t real. Cause see I’m kinda special. Santa’s always around, even if you’re in on the secret.

I saw in your letter you didn’t ask for much. I guess we should blame your parents for making you so unspoiled. You’re so hard to find a gift for you know? Their words, not mine. Anyways, I talked things over with your old man and he’s willing to let you take Baby out for a night with TJ, after a quick few driving lessons in her.

Your dad remembers when you guys used to go driving when you first came here too. Those are some good memories for him. You were ready for your road test the first time he got in the car with you. But he kinda selfishly would tell you to keep getting more practice so you guys could spend some time together. He secretly wishes he could have been the one to teach you but he’ll settle for some tips behind Baby’s wheel.

But here’s the thing. This year was a lot. Santa knows you went to therapy with your dad and physical therapy too. You guys even started going on your walks for him to build up strength again. He appreciates all of that more than you know. Then there was the whole mess with TJ’s dad and then his dad trying to take money and finding out he’s not even his father in the first place. I know you took the brunt of that for him. Then there was the medication mess around Halloween and everybody’s emotions were all over the place and long story short, Santa knows you had a hell of a year kiddo.

It’s funny. You spent most of this year taking care of your family when you’re the one that thinks they’re always taking care of you. You who also were hurt in an accident. Santa knows shit got real that night and you took that on yourself.

So Santa swung a little deal for you. That trip that got cut short earlier this year? How about you and your dad go on up and visit the canyon park after new years. No work, just you guys having the trip you were supposed to. Oh and Santa wants you to go check in the garage in the backseat of your car. He left a little early present for you.

Love Santa

“You’re a sap Santa,” you said, taking a bite. “But I love ya you big dork.”

“Hello,” yawned TJ, scratching his bare belly as he walked into the kitchen. “Any pizza left?”

“Yeah,” you said, TJ choosing to eat a piece straight from the box cold. “Santa paid us a visit.”

“Jensen texted me before bed and said he might be dropping by. Told me not to shoot him if I caught him,” he said as you slid the letter over. “Oh so you got a letter from Santa. That’s new.”

“I’m gonna go get my present,” you said, walking over to the garage and ducking inside, finding a bag in the backseat.

“What’d you get?” he asked, tearing off a chunk of crust. You set the bag on the counter, chuckling when you pulled out a bottle of wine with a key and card on it. “What is it?”

“Storage containers come in handy for Santa’s with children that like to snoop,” you read off the card. “My parents got us five years at a storage container to hide christmas presents for the kids.”

“That’s a genius idea,” said TJ. “Allie‘a gonna be able to figure out how to get up on a chair and find presents in the closet next year.”

“I say we take all the advice Santa is willing to give,” you said. TJ took the key and popped it in the dish by the garage, picking up the bottle of wine on his way back in. “What’d they give us?”

“A bottle of that Cabernet they get us for our anniversary. You and Jensen have a talk or something?”

“It’s my father. What do you think?” you said. You yawned and stretched out, TJ patting your butt when you got up.

“Back to bed young lady.”

“Only cause I’m tired,” you said, heading down the hall. “Don’t take long.”

“I’ll be right there,” he said. You curled up in bed, safely setting the letter on your nightstand until you could tuck it away with the others you’d gotten over the years. You rolled into the middle, stealing part of TJ’s blanket and letting out a soft sigh.

“Thomas,” you said when he came back in, lazily getting under covers and burrowing into you. “My parents don’t know about our present for them right?”

“Nope. The suckers won’t know what him ‘em.”

“Good,” you said, TJ pulling your arms over his waist. You kissed his forehead and hummed, TJ already starting to drift off. “Night sweetheart.”

“Night Y/N.”

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A/N: Read the Canada Trip timestamp here!

#spnchristmasbingo #spn #supernatural #jensen x daughter!reader #rpf #au #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x daughter!reader #series

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wu-sisyphus-gang · 2 years

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You Don't Need a Menu

Yang: What time is it going to be?

Ruby: Oh yeah. If we're going to be here all night we might want to order food.

Jaune: Chinese okay?

Yang: Yeah Chinese works.

Ruby: Sounds good.

Jaune: Lets do ming moon's. They close in five minutes so just tell me what you want to order and I'll call it in.

Weiss: I'll have the general so's combo.

Ruby: Uh sorry do they have a menu?

Jaune: I mean yeah presumably. But its a chinese food restaurant so they have chinese food.

Ruby: Okay let me just look at the menu and I'll decide what I want.

Jaune: Okay well they aren't on yelp so there is no menu but they have chinese food. You wouldn't need a menu for ordering pizza.

Ruby: Wait were getting pizza? Now I definitely need to see a menu.

Ruby: Uh um I don't know I'm not sure!

Jaune: You're not sure???

Yang: Come to think of it I really want to see a menu too. Because what if I want to change things up?

Blake: Leave me out of this!

Weiss: What if they don't have general so's?

Jaune: They have general so's or something like it.

Ruby: But what if they don't?

Weiss: What if they don't, though?

Jaune: I promise you that they will have general so's or something like it.

Ruby: I just don't know what I want unless I pick it off a menu.

Yang: What if they don't have dumplings?

Ruby: What if they don't have dumplings, what then?

Jaune: As the gods as my witness they will have dumplings.

Weiss: But are they on the menu because it would be really rude to ask if it's not on the menu.

Jaune: Menus are for cowards and simpletons Weiss. Persons of character look in their heart and know what they want to order.

Ruby: So you always know what you want to order?

Jaune: I haven't looked at menu for ten years.

Ruby: Bullshit!

Jaune: Try me.

Yang: Tai food?

Jaune: Chicken pad krapraw.

Weiss: Indian?

Jaune: Chicken marsala with garlic knots.

Ruby: Italian?

Jaune: Chicken parm.

Yang: They're out of chicken parm.

Jaune: Feduccini alfredo.

Yang: Go to hell!

Jaune: You first.

Weiss: Genie grants you three wishes?

Jaune: Worlds greatest sorcerer, new magic lamp, freedom for the first genie.

Ruby: You're at a diner where you can mix and match. Menu is ten pages.

Jaune: Cheeseburger deluxe medium well bacon and grilled onions and wafflefries. If they don't have that, curly fries. If they don't have that, regular fries. And a chocolate godsdamned milkshake.

Weiss: You're going to give yourself a heart attack!

Jaune: You're going to give me a heart attack. Two minutes!

Ruby: So what? You order the same meal every time?

Jaune: I order the best meal every time.

Yang: You can't have a cheese burger for breakfast!

Jaune: Can too!

Weiss: What if you're not in the mood for a cheese burger?!

Jaune: Then I'd be in the mood for a cheddar omelette with two slices of plain white toast and a cup of coffee with some hashbrowns on the side. And you know what?! I wouldn't need a menu to know it!

Weiss: So you only have two moods? Is that it?

Jaune: Two moods is more than enough for anyone!

Ruby: You're insane!

Jaune: One minute!

Weiss: General so's combo.

Ruby: Wanton soup.

Yang: Beef and broccoli with steamed rice and an egg roll.

Blake: Chicken lo mein.

Jaune: I knew it you slime!

Jaune: *into his scroll* I'll have a number one, a number three, a number five, a number seven, and a wanton soup and an eggroll for pick up. Have a great night. *hangs up*

Jaune: You mother fuckers!

Yang: You know technically an egg roll is a sandwich.

Jaune: Oh go to hell.

#yang xiao long #jaune arc #weiss schnee #ruby rose #blake belladonna #rwby #rwby incorrect quotes #college humor

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m0llygunn · 5 months

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friends with b(aby)enefits (eddie munson x fem!reader)

CONCEPTION: Just friends—what a silly concept. Passing the convention of being just friends, you and Eddie spend a night together... then another four months later. Turns out friends with benefits is also a silly concept because you both get a little more than you bargained for...

cw: 18+!, mature language, petnames, smut, pinv sex (unprotected), creampie (with miscommunication), too much teasing (like really too much). (this fic will contain pregnancy in the future!) an: this chapters mostly just smut yeah. kind of like a preface for whats to come (cum hehe) so it could be read as a standalone??? idk im just a girl wc: 6.2k+

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Just friends. What a silly concept.

Friends through high school, friends after high school, and now, as two grown adults with grown adult jobs, you and Eddie are just friends.

Friends who, in a partially drunken stupor, hooked up. It was four months ago and obviously wasn’t planned. You two had just gotten a little too tipsy, then a little too handsy-feely, and then… it just happened.

The next morning, you two had parted with an awkward avoidance of eye contact, fidgety hands, and an overemphasized amount of distance between the two of you as you both made the agreed promise to never do that again.

Never… almost as silly of a concept as just friends.

It started out as small coincidences.

Four months ago you ordered extra cheese pizza with a side of garlic knots. Tonight, you ordered the same.

Feeling parched from the savory dinner, you helped yourself to a coke from the fridge. The first thing that caught your eye, Iron City Beer– a brand of beer that you rarely ever see in this home, haven't at all since four months ago… four months ago when you drank just a little too much of it. Tonight, you grab your coke and leave the beer untouched.

Four months ago, you and Eddie sat around in his living room watching some R rated movie. Tonight, you do the same.

Tonight, the choice R rated movie has been using jump cuts to tits and overzealous sex scenes to cover its low production value.

Tonight, Eddie’s sprawled out on the floor, shirt off, sweatpants low on his hips, arm propped behind his head.

Tonight, you’re all too aware of the bounds of friendship, but tonight, you couldn’t care less. Coincidence after coincidence has you burning hot with the memory of four months ago.

The movie cuts to a particularly raunchy scene. The main actress: topless, bouncing, very expressive. Normally you’d laugh it off, but tonight, you practically groan, pushing the heels of your palms into your eyes. The moans of some D lister fills the room and you grow impossibly bothered.

Silent on the floor, Eddie pays you no mind. His oblivion is your virtue and you let yourself focus on him. The lights from the TV glow over his body in the darkness of the room. Shadows cast over the outline of every muscle, making them look more defined and extra sculpted.

It's taunting.

It's not how friends look at each other. Friends– what a silly concept.

Wandering gaze trailing down his torso, with a thick swallow, your eyes sweep down, down, down.

Down, looming around the wispy patch of hair that starts just below his belly button.

Down, lingering at the low rise of his sweatpants.

Down, until your mouth drops agape and you can't help the gasp that escapes your lungs.

With a crane of his neck, Eddie looks back at you before his hands cover his crotch, hiding his very prominent erection.

“Don’t look,” he laughs. Totally unembarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to,” you blurt, taken aback. You meet his eyes and his eyes only, afraid to let your wandering gaze get the best of you again.

His brows raise, looking at you with heavy skepticism until his smirk breaks. “So, you just went from watching this girl’s tits bouncing everywhere to checking out my dick? Sure.” Accusatory and sarcastic. Unabashed. Knowing.

Eddie sits up, swivelling on the carpet to face you, and you pretend that it doesn’t make your body temperature rise. Attempting to play it cool, you don’t submit to your guiltiness.

“I don’t know what you want me to say to that,” you reply flatly.

His smirk deepens and his dimples threaten to pull your attention but you remain strong and stay narrowed into his eyes.

He crosses one leg over the other, hiding his protruding length from the conversation. Using his hands, he scoots himself closer to the couch. You have his full attention now as his eyes shimmer with a mischief seeped in curiosity. His mouth opens to speak and you hold your breath.

“Is this turning you on too or…?” he asks, eyes burning into yours.

Your jaw drops as his unabashed blatancy hits you like a truck. Both your hands condemn you to your guiltiness as they cover your face, hiding your embarrassment. When he's this upfront, you can’t lie. It's a gentle nod, but a nod nonetheless. Yes, this is turning you on.

Eddie sits up to his knees, excitement radiating from him. “I fucking knew it! Your breathing was all heavy like when we… yeah.” He shows his first hint of sheepishness, cheeks tingeing pink, not because of what happened four months ago but because he just made himself all too transparent– he was also thinking about that night.

“Oh? So you were thinking about that and then you got hard?” you retort. The only issue is that Eddie's embarrassment is fleeting. Your attempt to flip the narrative to lessen your own embarrassment doesn't faze him. It’s nearly infuriating how unaffected he is, but you should have known better.

“I’m a simple man,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders in all his boyish charm.

“Eddie,’ you laugh in your defeat, hiding in your hands again.

He pushes off the floor, sitting up on the edge of the couch. His palm comes to rest on your thigh, settling gently.

Moving your hands from your face, his eyes are already on you. He lowers his gaze to his touch on your skin, guiding you to look down. He lets his fingers trail up, reaching the edge of your shorts before trailing back down. Despite the growing goosebumps and the flip of your stomach, his transparency is showing again and you dully try to hold back your laughter.

“Is this…” You let your eyes flick down to his hand and back up to his eyes. “Is this you making a move?” you ask, raising your brows at him.

“This is me making a move.” He nods, letting the warmth of his palm weigh heavier into the plushness of your thigh. The burn of his skin on yours seeps into your bloodstream, traveling throughout your body, reminding you of the ache that's been growing between your legs all night.

You make a quick decision, the entrancement of his touch being more than convincing.

“It's a really shitty attempt at making a move, but I’m biting.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Eddie’s gaze flickers back down to your thigh, squeezing your flesh in his hand before loosening his grip. He looks back at you, eyes burning into yours, making your heart rate pick up.

“You want to have sex again?” he asks, clarifying what exactly you’re ‘biting’. It’s blatant, it’s brash, it’s straightforward, it’s Eddie. Never one to favor beating around the bush or playing guessing games.

“Yes.”

“Well, fuck—” he says, reaching for the remote. “Let’s turn this garbage off then,’ he laughs, hitting the power button, shutting the TV off and darkening the room all at once. He’s quick to stand, pulling you up, muttering ‘bedroom’ under his breath. With his hand on your lower back, he ushers you to the back of the trailer, closing the door behind the two of you.

Just friends is a lost concept as the door clicks shut and he spins you to face him.

Warm hands take claim on your jaw, adding heat to your already scorching cheeks. He pulls you forward, his lips meet yours in a mash of teeth and excitement. Four months ago when you did this, there was more tipsy fumbling than kissing, so it takes you aback, stunning you at first.

Eddie pulls away, noticing your stun. “S’okay?” he asks in a low rumble, tilting his face down to meet your eyes. You’re fine, just surprised.

Nodding, you bring your own hands up, feeling the stubble of his jaw as you pull him in, meeting him with a mirrored fervour. You’re more than fine, you want this. You want him.

Half step by half step, he guides you backwards until your calves press to the exposed edge of his mattress, fitted sheet threatening to pull loose and recoil. He leads you back another step, your knees buckle, and you descend, moving to the centre of the bed, bringing the fitted sheet with you, Eddie not far behind at all. He falls with you, body pressing to yours in a tangle.

After what has felt like a night of taunting, you let your hands roam along his body, feeling everything a friend shouldn’t. You feel from his shoulders, down to his forearms. Greedily you move to his sides, letting your fingers flutter against the ridges of his ribs as you move up to his chest to start the great descent. Down, grazing along the muscles that stole your attention earlier in the night, down where his feathered trail of hair begins, down to the band of his sweatpants that sit even lower than before. You fold your fingers under the elastic, tugging them with silent, lust-filled intention– not at all what friends should do.

“Want them off already?” he laughs. He presses a quick, loud smack of a kiss to your lips before looking at you with an amused, toothy grin.

“Off before I change my mind,” you sneer weakly, breathlessly inhaling between words to fill your kiss-ached lungs. Eddie’s brows raise, looking at you with a flippant levity.

“No need to get hasty,” he responds, amusedly huffing before getting up. You don’t have a second to miss his warmth, in a near blink you watch with desiring eyes as his hands meet the waistband of his pants. He tugs down in a swift pull, letting them fall to the floor.

He stands tall, pants around his ankles. For the second time in your life, you see Eddie in his full nudity. His cock bobs against his lower belly, taunting but also… thought provoking. As he kicks each leg free from the gathered grey jersey-cotton, you make an entertaining realization. He was never wearing underwear.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, gasping at the revelation. “No wonder I could practically see your dick,” you giggle, throwing yourself back on the bed in a giddy way, rubbing your hands over your face as your laughter free flows. Grey sweatpants and no underwear, comical. How naive of you to not realize.

A manhandling grasp closes around your hips, tugging you to the edge of the bed. Peaking through your fingers as Eddie, he stares down at you, pinching his lips together in a loathsome smirk.

“I have to wash clothes, okay?” he retorts, amusement hinting in his voice despite his contemptible expression.

“Sure.”

His eyebrows raise in your clear disbelief. He humphs, letting his eyes trail over you, sizing you up. “I'm guessing that Miss Goody-Two-Shoes has underwear on then?” he questions. His demeanor shifts playfully, fingertips dancing from your hips to the top of your shorts.

“Unlike you, Eddie,” you start, matter-of-factly, “I am very diligent with my laundry,” you tease, despite it not being true in the least.

He laughs, fingers running along the waistband of your shorts. “Yeah? Wanna do mine?” He closes a gentle grip over your shorts, tugging them.

Lifting your hips enough to help him, he pulls them down your thighs, off your legs, tossing them to the side, leaning away just enough to look at you.

“Aww, look at those pretty panties,” he coos, fiddling with the little bow at the front, flicking it once.

Smacking his hand away, you mumble a pointed “quit it,” before taking the hem of your sweatshirt in your hands, sitting up to pull it over your head.

Eddie makes an exaggerated gasp at the reveal, “Well, well,” he tuts. “Miss Goody-Two-Shoes loses her title. Where’s your bra, miss perfect?” he teases. He plays up his dramatics but none of his antics can cover up how entirely entranced he becomes by your bare chest. His eyes are wide and ogling, moving from left to right, and right to left. He swallows thickly but makes it a point to catch your gaze at least one more time, raising his eyebrows at you, waiting for a response to his taunting.

You scoff, not surprised at all by Eddie’s teasing. You hate to admit it, but it’s one of your favourite things about your friendship— how you two banter. It comes easily to the both of you, and you know it’s from a good place. So you play into it, it wouldn’t be the same if you didn’t. It’s simply what friends do.

Tilting your head, you quirk a brow at him. “Do you just want to just talk?” you ask. “Should we put our clothes back on?” Gathering the material of your sweater in your hands, you start the motions of putting it back on, watching him pointedly.

Just when you cover up his ogle-inducing view, pulling him right from his gawk, he takes your top from your hands, frowning as he tosses it over his shoulder. Like the flip of a coin, his expression changes to a deep smirk. You know he means business now as he dives onto the bed next to you, pulling you upwards with him so that your head rests on the pillow. He does it all silently, making it abundantly clear that he's biting his tongue, punctuating the end of his teasing and taunting preamble by quietly positioning you to lay under him.

He lowers himself to you, nudging at your nose with his, coaxing you to tilt your head upwards. With his mouth so close to yours, you anticipate his kiss only to be left waiting, sighing as his lips barely graze yours on their descent downwards. He coasts his lips down the point of your chin, across the edge of your jaw with nothing but the hair-raising almost contact and the heat of his breath on your skin. He moves down, farther and farther, giving you shivers up your spine. His lips finally connect to your skin, pressing a hot, wet kiss to your neck.

Kiss after kiss to the sensitive skin, you weave a hand through his hair, using your other to grab desperately at his back. The air in your lungs becomes thicker, needier, and you swallow it down with a heat that radiates through your body, hugging the catalyst of your desire closer. His mouth trails across your neck, up, leaving you tingly and the shiver of a chill in his wake. His mouth closes, sucking gently, and you gasp.

You're not alone in your desperation. The brave hands of a man with nary a shame roam your body, taking no time to ease into feeling you up. His palms smooth down your hips, rounding to snake between your body and the mattress, pressing into your skin as he reaches your backside, going as low as to where the tops of your thighs crease below the cheeks. Touching, feeling, appreciating.

With liberal squeezes, his hands don’t still for long and neither does his mouth. His hands begin their ascend, and his lips continue their descent. Feeling every curve and angle of your body, you're left needing more when his touch becomes grazing, tickling, taunting– cruel.

Your low whine turns to a heavy gasp when an exploring hand finds your nipple, pinching it between his thumb and finger, rolling it gently. It's only another tease when he doesn't do the same to the other side.

All encompassing heat, you’re at your ends wit when his kisses become more sparing, turning chaste and gentle, no longer granting you the heat of his mouth against your skin– cruel.

“Eddie,” you whisper.

“Hm?” he hums between quiet soft kisses against your collarbone.

“More.”

Abiding silence, he kisses across your chest, reaching the precipice of your other collarbone. Chaste, gentle, soft– cruel.

“Eddie,” you say, impatiently.

No avail, not even a hum. His kisses almost breach the plumpness of your breast but he lingers too high to grant you that satisfaction.

Brash by his taunting, you reach a determined hand between your bodies, finding his length and squeezing it in your grasp. A heavy, hot breath pushes out against your skin in a groan, only adding to the burning heat that spans throughout your entire being.

You let your fingers slide down his length and his forehead presses against your chest. You hear his heavy inhale. “Okay, okay,” he breathes out. He doesn't move from his spot against your sternum and you tug a little faster, emphasizing your touch on the head of his cock.

With a low groan, he pushes himself upwards on his forearms, his face now fully visible to you. Rosiness that spreads from cheek to cheek, his eyes are heavy, half lidded as his brows pinch tightly, creasing all the way down to the bridge of his nose. Him, hard in your hand, and the sheer lusting-pleasure across his face, he’s all alluring features that only add fuel to your fire.

He’s been teasing you mercilessly, and you burn searing temperatures because of it, but you don't forget that he was hard before you even made it to his bed– you use that to your advantage. Rounding your thumb over the head of cock, you feel the seeping pre-cum. Something tells you he was thinking about this long before your wandering eyes made their discovery. Something tells you his teasing isn’t just to draw you out, it's for him too.

“Fuck—” he breathes out in a heavy exhale. “Feels good,” he rasps, sucking in air. “Do you— shit, do you want me to go down on you?” His eyes squeeze shut as you bring your fist over the head and back down.

“No– just want you inside,” you whisper. His cock twitches in your hand and a choked breath gets caught in his throat.

Pride long forgotten along with plenty of other silly concepts, desperation takes reign. Desperation becomes an all consuming driving force.

“Think I should.” he hums, “I’m gonna cum way too quick.” His voice goes gravely with your languid strokes. He puts a hand on your wrist, stilling your movements while he takes a deep, steadying breath. He flutters his eyes open, blinking away his daze born from your touch.

“Please Eddie. Just want you inside.”

He blinks heavily again, nostrils flaring. His hand around your wrist tightens with his attempt of conservation, but his twitching cock gives away his lustful desire.

“Fuck— but if I cum—”

“Eddie,” you whine, huffing out of impatience. With an impish shake of his head, he sits back on his heels, releasing your wrist as his cock slips from your grip. He looks at you, feverish grin coming back as he regains his composure now that your hand isn't on him.

He hooks his fingers in your underwear, meeting your eyes for permission. With a heavy nod, he pulls them down, groaning deeply as your wetness makes them stick to you. A low grumble of something unintelligible sounds from the cavern of his chest but you're too far gone to focus as you feel the cool air of the room meet your soaked core.

You barely notice the toss of your underwear to his bedside table as you become far more entranced by his cock being so close to where you need him the most. So close, yet the touch you get is a palm to your lower belly, right above where the heat of your desire lays buried down deep inside. He skates his hand lower, leading his touch downwards. His thumb breaches you folds first. He’s quick to find your clit, quicker to steal your breath, making you jolt from the sensitivity of your button and the abrupt contact. Quickest of all, you relax into his contact with a sigh nearing relief.

“Look at you,” Eddie whispers under his breath.

He passes his thumb through your folds again, abandoning your clit to spread your wetness around. The ache of needing more becomes unbearable.

“Want you, Eddie,” you whisper back, hips bucking up as he starts making small circles on your clit.

Small circles, eyes narrowed and focused on your cunt, speeding up, your chest heaves but you clench around nothing. His thighs are so close to yours, cock hard, and even closer than before.

You heave out a petulant whine. “Eddie, stop making me beg,” you say, shifting down the bed, trying to get closer to him. His free hand grips your hip, keeping you still.

“M’not,” he mumbly replies, holding onto you tightly, “but you do sound pretty doing it,” he says, chasing his words with a soft laugh. He slows the speed of his thumb to nothing, hand retreating to grip around the base of his cock. He paints his length with your slick in a single tug upwards, stopping just before he reaches the head. Cruel. Cruel. Cruel.

“Hurry,” you whine, knees shaking with pent up emotion. He laughs again.

“I gotta look for a condom— if I have one somewhere...” he trails off, eyes moving around the room.

Frustrated and beyond impatient, you feel like you could explode. “No– just hurry,” you plead, grinding your hips down into the mattress.

Every sense of logic disappears, every conscious thought blurred, every concept of being just friends is crossed out in a big, bolded, jagged red ‘X’. If this is what it takes to stop the anticipation, to stop the bone deep burning from lighting you aflame and eating you alive, you’ll do it, as long as he just hurries.

“No condom?”

“No, don’t care.”

Blurred, blurred, blurred with empty-headed desire.

You huff, pushing your cheek into the pillow, arching your back for any friction. A pathetic grind down into the mattress has Eddie's hands on your hips, positioning you in front of him.

Witless, totally witless as moves in towards you, dragging his cock back and forth over your clit. Witless, besides the huffy restlessness caused by his teasing— because he’s still teasing. He passes the head of his cock down from your clit to your opening and back up, spreading the slick of your wetness up and down, up and down. His cruel teasing gets the best of you as you whimper, a broken, cut off noise in the back of your throat.

“Please,” you whine. He answers with a heavy breath, maybe it’s a laugh, but you’re too far gone to give it much thought. Reduced to tunnel vision— wanting one thing and one thing only. Drunk with desire. You don’t remember this from last time.

Finally, he lines himself up, pushing in just enough for the head of his cock to sink in. You moan with a sigh of insurmountable relief, reveling in the stretch.

“Fuck— missed your pussy so much,” he groans, pulling the head all the way out and pushing back in again. You whimper, just wanting to feel all of him.

“More,” you whine, grabbing at him where you can. You tether yourself to his forearm pressed into the mattress beside you, pulling him as close as he lets you.

He pushes in just past the tip, only giving you the slightest bit more, pulling out once again. It feels personal the way he teases you, and you are not opposed to retaliation. In a swift motion, you raise your leg, hooking it around Eddie’s waist, pulling him flush to you.

“Hey,” he protests, laughing airily. “I am giving you more, Jesus.” Despite his protest, he lets you pull him into you and you feel the kiss of relief chased by Eddie's lips on yours. His hips meet yours and you feel immense relief as he fully bottoms out inside of you. Eddie pulls back just enough to look at you, but you keep your leg locked around him, sighing contently with the stretch of him finally filling you up.

“Look at you, what a happy girl now that you have my cock inside of you,” he taunts. He presents himself as unaffected, but his breathing falters between his words, giving away just how worked up he is too. Good. You loosen your grip around his waist, using your hands on his hips to guide him, but he stays planted in place.

“Eddie,” you huff, and he responds with a breathy laugh before bringing his thumb back to your clit.

“Be patient or it’s gonna be over in less than a minute,” he says in a strangled voice. His cool demeanor that he was evidently trying to hold up shatters as he sucks in a wavered breath, trying to steady himself.

You can’t help but smile to yourself. All this build up, all this teasing, and as soon as he’s inside…“Two pump chump,” you tease.

“I’m trying not to be.” His touch presses firmer onto your clit, making small circles again, and you want more but you let that be enough for now. Clearly, you're the kind one in this friendship. He takes long breaths and you relax into his touch, closing your eyes to focus on it.

For a moment, you get a taste of friction as he pulls out just enough to get a better view of your pussy, switching to rubbing your clit with 3 fingers instead, making you gasp.

“Just like that, you like that?” he says, voice going low, sparkling at the heat in your belly. You can tell he’s getting comfortable now, calming himself down with familiar banter.

“Good,” you moan.

“Just wanna feel my cock so bad, huh? You desperate for it?” he says, eyes flickering from your cunt to your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. The stretch, the slow building pleasure, his low gravelly voice– he’s being cocky now but you don’t care, he's giving you what you need.

“Just want to feel it,” you hum.

“So polite too, saying please for me to fill you up.”

“Please,” you echo mindlessly, once again reduced to an empty head with only the desire of wanting to feel the movement of his cock inside you.

“Such a good girl when she’s begging for my cock,” he whispers under his breath, and all you can do is hum an agreement when he pushes the short distance back into you, his balls pressing against your ass before pulling out again, starting his thrusts.

The sounds that escape your mouth are unwilling but come naturally. You don’t think twice about them, letting just about anything come from you at this point. You’re all moans, and whimpers and mindless babbling. How Eddie, your best friend got you here, is a question for later.

He switches to a rolling motion, moving both arms beside you as he leans forward to press kisses back to your neck. His lips, adding to the fire, you need them on yours. You need to feed the heat.

“Kiss,” you whisper, breath turning to pants as his hips drag along your clit with each roll. You feel the familiar burn in your belly and it’s as if the only answer to your prayers right now is his lips on yours.

He lifts his head from your neck. When he doesn’t meet your waiting lips, you open your eyes to see him just watching you, eyes gliding over your features. Impatiently, you raise your head up, chasing his lips, and only then does he move into you, kissing you back down to the pillow.

His hips pick up speed, rolling turning back into thrusting, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

“Feels so good, Eddie,” you gasp against his lips when a particular thrust hits perfectly against your g-spot. He continues that same motion, and you let your pleasure guide you, grinding your hips up into him, tightening the grip of your leg around his waist as you feel yourself getting close already.

“Fuck— you like that?” he says, each word punctuated with a slew of heavy thrusts.

“Mhmm, please don’t stop,” you cry, feeling your belly getting tight. Hands with a mind of their own, you reach up wrapping both arms around Eddie's shoulders, keeping him impossibly close to you.

Each thrust chases your mind further and further away, consciousness melting into nothing more than mindless moans as you propel towards your high. He brings you to the edge, weaving a hand between the two of you again, pushing you right over with quick passes on your clit. Your mouth falls open as your body spasms, your orgasm taking over.

“S-shit,” he curses in a hard, strangled breath, face contorting in pleasure as the tightness of your contracting cunt squeezes him. So wet, so warm, so perfect around his throbbing cock, he moans low and long, near whimpers resonating from the back of his throat.

Falling deeper into the mattress, your whole body blissfully pulses with each uneven thrust into you— magnanimous waves of euphoric aftershock that absorb you whole.

“G-gonna cum,” he says through a held breath only to heave after the words are finished. His brows pinch together with finality, deep creases forming as he lets go. Still lost in bliss, all you can do is echo him.

“Cum,” you harp mindlessly. His words keep you rooted to reality, but not enough to exist beyond being the blur of your pleasure.

His rhythm stutters, delivering sloppy presses of his hips to yours. Sloppy thrusts to jerking movements, he presses deep inside of you, cock lively with a pulse, balls tensing against your ass, as he reaches his release.

“Fuck. F-fuck,” he grunts, voice turning into a whimpered moan as he works himself through his orgasm with more unsteady, jolts of his body. The subtle warmth of his cum and the obscene squelch of his continued thrusts just barely grabs your attention as your mind begins to clear.

With a final huff, he falls down into you, your leg sliding down from around him, meeting the mattress. Clarity hits you all at once. Panic invades and your eyes that had fluttered shut burst open wide with your sudden realization.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out. Eddie shifts slightly, relieving you of his weight, he clearly doesn’t understand the magnitude of the situation. “Oh. My. God,” you repeat, louder and with more urgency. Eddie goes ridgid over top of you before his arms are flexing, pushing himself up.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, perfectly replicating your panicked urgency. With his disheveled bangs pushed back, you can see each and every worry line set deep with concern.

Gaze to gaze, your mind races with so much clarity— so much clarity that never existed until right now. With a heavy blink, you attempt to swallow down your panic.

“Did you just cum inside of me?” You know the answer but you don’t know how else to say it.

Eddie’s face relaxes, a flash of relief coating his features when he realizes you’re not hurt or in pain. He lets out a heavy breath, a breath you’re jealous of because your lungs feel like they’re hardly working.

“Eddie,” you prompt when he takes too long. He looks at you with a hint of a smile.

“I did…” he starts, with a boyish tone, a tone he would use when he’s in trouble and trying to get his way out of it. “Was I not supposed to? Last time—”

“Last time I was on birth control,” you interject, absolute panic taking the forefront now.

You watch as the iron-weighted realization settles into Eddie. His eyes go wide and his face pales. He swallows thickly before opening his mouth.

“And this time you’re not?” he asks, barely above a whisper, his own panic ready to bleed out.

“No!” you shrill, eyes going wider in horror. Eddie’s panic washes over his face but he's quick to blink it back. His expression changes into something you’re not sure of.

“Well, why aren’t you?”

It’s a mixture of reprehensible and disbelief. Feels too close to blaming you— and if the tension wasn’t so high you would have told him that your insurance didn’t cover the brand you were taking anymore, and that you were waiting for a doctor's appointment to get a new one. The tension is high though, and the way he’s looking at you puts you in defense immediately.

“Don’t make this seem like it’s my fault! You should have got a condom and maybe if you weren’t teasing me I would have—” you start but Eddie cuts you off.

“You said it was okay, and last time—” he begins but you cut him off just the same as he did to you.

“Jesus Christ— last time we were drunk, Eddie!” you say far too loudly, cringing at yourself. Eddie’s mouth opens then shuts. You take a breath, attempting to calm yourself.

In tandem, you both take a figurative step back from the argument. A shared realization this time— in respective ways, you both did this. There isn’t a singular finger to point and there’s no good in trying to put all the blame on one of you.

Voice filled with plainness and objectivity, you state the facts. “You’re right, I told you it was fine. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight, and I forgot.”

Eddie nods, eyes leaving yours as he mulls his mouth back and forth, searching for his answer.

“I’m— I’m sorry too… for that,” he says. You think he’s done speaking but with a quick shake of his head he continues. “For assuming I could cum inside of you because of last time and… for trying to blame you,” he clarifies.

“It was an accident. On both of our parts,” you state, level headed and straightforward. “It’ll be fine,” you state but the rise in your voice makes it sound like a question.

“It‘ll be fine,” he echoes quietly, no more sure than you are. He meets your eyes, his mood shifting to something a little more hopeful. “It’s not like you’re gonna get pregnant from one accident, right?”

“No…?” you answer with incertitude. Pausing, you try to rationalize the situation. “I mean, people have accidents all the time,” you offer. He nods agreeingly.

“Probably everyday,” he affirms. His gaze turns more hopeful, as does yours.

“Right, and not everyone gets pregnant.”

“Exactly— so… we’ll be fine.”

“We’ll be fine.”

Taking a deep breath, your lungs still feel like they only fill half way, partially because of your worry, partially because Eddie’s still laying on top of you. Tapping his chest, he gets the hint, muttering a quiet apology as he pulls out and rolls to your side.

A beat passes and it’s quiet. Both of you lay side by side, entirely lost in your heads. It would be productive to talk it out instead of the band-aid conversation you just had, but neither of you speak. Instead, you lay in silence for what feels like forever.

Staring at the ceiling, contemplating every single thought and action that brought you here. Analyzing each and every coincidence after coincidence that somehow all feel a lot less coincidental now. The room is eerily quiet, especially with Eddie by your side who normally speaks a mile a minute, and it’s unsettling. Both of you, lost in thought, individually conceptualizing your potential futures. You take a few more deep breaths, exhaling them through your nose and forcing your panic out. It doesn’t work very well though.

Eventually, breaking the thick pensiveness of the room, Eddie offers to get you a towel but you decline, opting to use the bathroom and get ready for bed. He does the same, and grabs clothes for the both of you to change into.

It’s not necessarily awkward between you two, you’re both just clearly lost in your heads, the unfortunate spout of miscommunication weighing heavily in the room.

When you both get into bed, Eddie turns off his lamp, and only the shuffling of blankets can be heard as he settles back down.

“Do—” he breaks the silence, startling you and making you jolt.

“Hm?” you hum, turning your head to see him. He laughs softly, the corners of his lips turned up.

“Do you want to cuddle?”

“Oh,” you pause, you hadn’t even thought about cuddling, so lost in your head you had accidentally put a foot of space between the two of you. “Yeah, sure.”

His hand moves to your hip, pulling you backwards as he shuffles towards you, coaxing you to your side. Little spoon, he tucks you into his chest, supporting your head with his bicep snug in the curve of your neck, his other arm hugging around your middle.

You barely have a chance to think about if this is weird… cuddling with your friend like this, because this certainly didn't happen last time when you both had just passed out wherever you fell after the fact. Any potential contemplation if this is weird is pulled out from under you when Eddie’s quick to disturb the silence yet again.

“So…” he starts. You hum, letting him know you’re listening. He pauses for an extra moment before continuing. “What do you want to name the baby?”

A horrifying joke that catches you so off guard that you can’t help but break. A laugh rips from your lungs and it's in such poor taste but you can’t help it.

“Shut up,” you scold, jetting your elbow backwards and catching the edge of his stomach. Tucking your face against his arm, you bite back your smile and any further encouraging giggles while he proudly laughs at his own joke.

Because that’s all it is, right? A joke? An ill-conceived joke?

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The Conference (Part 9)

Paring: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao) Word Count: 3.7k Rating: T+ Warning: Some cursing Summary: It’s the evening after the keynote and they go out for a civil dinner date.

A/N: shout out to ruby @starrystarrytrouble for reminding me people actually like reading this mess 💕

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After we finished up the panel I stuck around the conference hall to network whilst Ethan had ditched the crowd at the first opportunity he got, heading back to our hotel room and venturing away from the pecking vultures. To be honest, I didn’t really blame him. Everyone wanted a piece of the poor, well-endowed man.

A couple hours later, I shuffled back into our apartment. My aching feet somehow prevailed without causing me to collapse on the odd geometric carpet floor, or ditching my heels along the way and walking barefoot like some uncultured frosh stumbling home at 3AM. Once through the heavy metal plated door, I headed straight to my room, not throwing a single pleasantry towards Ethan in the seating area. From what I could tell he was typing furiously on his laptop after nursing a scotch - the empty crystal tumbler on the table was a dead giveaway.

The anxiety and delirium inducing stress of the day lifted the second my kinda-sweaty body collapsed onto the private armchair in my room, clutching its aqua-colored arms and sinking into the velvet cushion. Staring out at the familiar skyline my mind started to replay the happenings of the day; every little thing that happened - from the confidence I felt during our speech, to the way that asshole called me out, and how Ethan stood up for me every step of the way. How proud he was even if he relayed the sentiment in such small words.

We survived today. We haven’t strangled each other nor suffered any little deaths. All that’s left for this trip is the tour we have tomorrow morning, and then we’ll be on our way back to Edenbrook. Back to the way things were…

Somehow my tired and self destructive brain decided it wanted to revel in the memories of the last few days. Thinking about all the non-work things that happened this trip. Thinking of all the words shared, and the blast from the past. And the revelation that little adventure birthed.

Fuck me...

Things are weird. Like, so weird. I don’t know what I’m doing or why I’m even thinking this… but I miss him. Today showed me how great we are together! Professionally and as friends. We’re the dynamic duo: Ramsey and his Rookie. His. I -

I need to stop thinking that.

I belong to myself. I do what I want when I want and with whom I want.

And so does he. And that’s why I walked away. I’m-

I’m still getting over him.

While simultaneously trying to get under him…

Thoughts wandered back to Ryan and how long it took me to get over the detrimental ‘what if’s of him. If I held on tighter and longer and didn’t get in the way of myself back then - if one thing was different - everything could be different.

A small, revelatory gasp escaped me.

I didn’t want things to be different.

After eight fucking years I finally understood.

If I didn’t love and lose Ryan I never would have found my way to Boston. To Ethan. And here - knowing what I do and having all the experiences of the last few months - I couldn’t continue a life without knowing Ethan Ramsey.

I’m going to do whatever I can to repair our friendship.

I changed my clothes into something not requiring heels - black skinny jeans, a blouse and my trusty Chelsea boots - and my hair pulled back into a bun. Simple, sleek, and completely me. No pomp and circumstance, or hiding behind anything. Just me, making an effort.

With all the determination I could muster I sauntered into the living room where I assumed Ethan would still be.

I was right; he hadn’t changed positions at all. Sitting there on the couch, his feet up on the gaudy footstool with his laptop perched on his lap, tortoise-patterned glasses framing his face, and furiously typing on the keyboard.

“So...” I trailed awkwardly to break the tension surrounding him, leaning against the wall with my hands stuffed in my armpits. “What do you want to do for dinner?”

“Oh,” He planted his feet on the floor and turned to face me fully, moving his laptop off of him and folding his arms in his lap. “Uh, well-”

Quickly I added, “If you’d rather eat alone it’s fine by me. I was thinking of grabbing pizza at John’s.”

Ethan nodded in response, saying, “Sounds good.”

“Cool,” I nodded back. “You ready or…?”

“Let me grab my things,” he stood, collected his things and headed to his room.

Less than two minutes later we headed out of the apartment together, walking side by side. Though this time wasn’t like earlier. There wasn’t the blind determination and need to impress like this morning. Right now we were two people who used to know one another going out to dinner in a spectacular converted synagogue.

***

For anyone who doesn’t know John’s, it’s a local family-style pizza joint. There’s three restaurants around the city and the Times Square location is by far the best. Every time I have a hot minute to spare I try to go - the stained glass and craftsmanship of the building is everything! But you don’t want to hear about that… and neither did Ethan when I tried to fill the silence during our walk with all the reasons to love this place. For some reason he preferred to barge and weave in silence.

Whatever.

Lucky enough he was more chatty once we were seated.

Our table was in the mezzanine with not much of a view besides the stone staircase in the corner and the large dome towering above. The dim lighting complimented the deep wooden table and beige upholstered seating.

We ordered. And without the menu to keep our attention, I tried my hand at conversation once more.

“Be honest, how did we do?”

Looking me in the eyes, ones that mirrored mine, showed such confidence and pride as he said his next words;

“You handled it well, Becca.” There was a tug at the corners of his mouth that pulled at my own. I was about to get a rare Ramsey smile - one I’ve been devoid of for far too long.

“Dare I even say, like a natural.”

I got to revel in the small compliment for a few moments as the server brought over our food - garlic knots, small veggie pizza, and a chef’s side salad.

“I didn’t stutter too much or come off too young?” I couldn’t help but ask when it was just us two again. His opinion matters more than anyone else’s when it comes to my career.

“You did.”

“But you -”

He cut me off, a slight shake of his big head, “You are young and this was your first keynote.” he clarified. And once more he said pridefully, “You did well.”

After what felt like ages we shared a private smile. How he was able to bring me back into myself with a few words and stop fussing over imposter syndrome is a wonder.

“Now eat some pizza and be happy.”

My smile grew to a goofy one by the way he was looking at me, bemused. I refrained from sticking my tongue out and dug into a little slice of heaven. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

We dug in. Letting the flavors dance over my taste buds and make me only as happy as a New York slice could make me. No amount of fantastic sex could compare to pizza. Everything kind of disappeared - time stopped while the first bites settled in my tummy. Even Ethan looked to be enjoying it even though it’s not fancy smancy and artery clogging.

Eventually I broke our companioned silence;

“How was lunch with Chief Fredericks?” I asked as I reached for a scrumptious ball of garlicy dough.

The response left his lips so swiftly he didn’t even bother to look up from his plate;

“Informative.”

I scoffed at the non-answer answer.

My little grumble pulled him out of his bubble and he looked over at me - those damn baby blues challenging my thoughtfully indecent outburst. I just gave him a look right back.

Ethan rolled his eyes and reached for another slice. Cutting it up with a fork and knife like an absolute weirdo.

“He heard about the state budget cuts. Wanted to know what I think and if I’d be open to consult every so often.”

“And?” I probed.

“And what? You know how I feel about the future of Edenbrook.”

“Yes. But if it goes under, what do you think you’ll do? I mean, everyone’s going to be throwing themselves at you.”

I shoved some greenery in my gob to keep from adding the jarring truth.

Everyone throws themselves at you.

But who he gives his attention to is another story.

Ethan shrugged ever so nonchalantly, “I haven’t thought about it.”

The cavalier way he was speaking of his life after Edenbrook had thrown me off. Ethan was never this laid-back. It just wasn’t in his nature. There’s always something for this man to stress over. And Edenbrook’s closing should be his anxiety numero uno.

But here he was, ever so calm.

Hmm...

“Are you in denial?” I said through a bite, fully anticipating another non-answer.

“Maybe.”

The way he said it took me aback. It was inherently honest and soft. All of his jagged features were rounded and there was a dulled little twinkle in his eye.

Yeah, something’s going on here he’s not telling me.

“Ethan -”

And of course he deflects by turning the conversation on me; “What are you going to do?”

Keeping from rolling my eyes at his obvious deflection from roaming into his feelings deeper, I replied, “Transfer my residency.”

“Where?”

“I…” - dammit - “don’t know.”

I haven’t really dwelled on what happens when the hospital closes. Obviously I need to finish residency if I want to be an actual practicing doctor. But the matching process can go screw itself. I don’t never ever want to do that again - all I cared about was matching with the best. And I did. So who’s the second best now?

Is it wherever he goes?

There’s just so much to think about, and I’d really rather not. Not until the last few nails are lined up against the coffin.

“See,” he said with a hint of a lopsided grin, “Neither of us are ready to leave Edenbrook behind.”

He was right. Of course he’s right. You didn’t need to be a diagnostician or even a doctor to see that we’re holding out hope of a buyout.

I’ve just gotten to Edenbrook - only a few months into my dream career with my dream boss - and now, what? It’s all over before it even really began? No. I can’t accept that.

There was a beat of silence as we both reached for the salad tongs, our hands brushing on accident. Both our eyes shot to bear witness to the contact, pulling us out of whatever ran wild through our thoughts and into this new, secluded moment. Everything around us dulled in the distance; the sounds swirling in the air muted and like a faint breeze. The warm lighting dimmed further, yet there was a spotlight on the salad bowl. The greens and reds and purples of the ruffage illuminated like it was the only thing that mattered. Like right now the earth was spinning just for this moment of closeness.

Surprisingly, neither of us made a motion to move. His large hand overlapping my dainty fingers, the metal underneath the pads of my fingers warming up instantly. Electricity still coursed through me like the very first time. Except now it carried the memories of all the other times and places he set me aflame.

I had to be the one to pull back.

Almost, like it needed time to comprehend why the moment was intentionally ruined, the atmosphere around us began to revert back slightly. I could hear the idle chatter of those around us now. I could see the full picture of Ethan sitting across from me and all the individuals pattering around behind him. What couldn’t pretend to go back and hung off kilter was the beating in my chest - I could feel the electricity coursing through my veins and putting my heart through the ringer.

Ethan made up for it by serving me.

Does he know he still has such an effect on me?

Quick! I needed to divert my thoughts off of the creeping flush and want from taking hold. So I went back to talking about work, our safe topic.

“If you could work anywhere else in the world where would it be?” I asked.

Ethan took a moment to think as he served himself some salad. He looked like he was actually thinking of an answer, maybe, for the first time he’s digested the hospital’s fate.

“I think the next logical step would be the Mayo Clinic. They’re the best diagnostics in the world.” His eyes diverted back down to his plate and, after a beat, he added, “I also wouldn’t mind spending more time on missions with The WHO.”

My eyes searched his as they looked anywhere but where I was seated across from him, trying to find any sort of fault in his features. Something, anything, that I could hold onto. Nothing. Just stupid sincerity. The first fucking time in weeks he actually lets us talk about his time in the Amazon I can’t be mad at him.

“You really enjoyed your time there, huh?”

“It…” he hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

We’ve wandered into emotional territory and we both needed to tread carefully. I need to remember that he was never mine, as much as I felt like his from our first kiss. Need to recall that back then everything was drawn out in plain sight. Our end was always just that - an end. I Need to forgive. And try to remember that at one point he did try to fight for me, in his round-a-bout noncommittal way, and I was the one to end things officially.

We both need to forgive. Especially if these are the last few months we have working together.

“Was important work and I got to make a difference in the lives of thousands of indigenous people.” Ethan took another small pause for breath. When he continued, his deep baritone voice was lower, “Even if my intentions for going were skewed, it was an opportunity of a lifetime.”

The simplest thing to do would be to nod, or eat - distract myself - or even change the subject. To try not to dwell on the implications of the statement. But I couldn’t. My body tensed and the warmth from moments before fled completely.

We were silent. The brutal truth of why he left stinging just as much as it did the day I found out.

Minutes, many many minutes passed with me finding solace in sweet savory carbs and Ethan pushing things around on his plate.

Eager to change the subject there was one other topic of the day I was endlessly curious to know more about;

“So, what’s the deal with Dr. Schwab?”

“Don’t.” He dismissed, his authoritative voice seeping through just a tad. Though I’d like to think he’s smart enough not to use it with me outside of Edenbrook.

“If you don’t tell me I’ll be forced to fabricate my own. I’m feeling a one-night stand gone wrong.”

He looked back down at his food.

“Oh my god, I’m right.” The smile that erupted literally took over my entire face. I could not hide it even if I tried.

“Rebecca,” he tried to scold.

“Now you have to tell me.”

Just like earlier he turned the conversation back on me; “What’s with the frat boy?”

“Ryan was never in a fraternity,” I responded, not hiding the grin that formed by putting Ethan in his place. “He’s a jock though.”

He expelled a dry laugh, “I don’t think that’s any better.” He took a bite of his salad. Something radiated off of Ethan I couldn’t quite place.

“We were close in high school,” I added for reasons I’m not quite sure why. Like that explained who Ryan was and why he came back into my life now, of all times.

Ethan made a condescending, “mhm”.

I rolled my eyes; “We had a thing for a while, okay.” I conceded. “We grew apart senior year, and then I went off to college. Last night was the first time we’ve spoken in, like, eight years.”

Ethan made absolutely no reactions to the statement. Not even a stupid wiggle of his dumb perfect eyebrow.

Is he even paying attention?

“Now tell me about Schwab - sorry, Hilary,” I coaxed.

Ethan’s hand flew to the bridge of his nose and up to carefully rub his eyes.

This has gotta be good.

I waited patiently and eagerly for this story. She couldn’t have been Ethan’s type and yet… What happened!?

Eyes still shut tight, he grumbled, “What’s there to tell?”

“Obviously something happened,” I couldn’t help but mock, “You slept together!”

“Yes, and it’s something I do not like to dwell on.”

“Sorry, buddy, but it looks like she does.”

He groaned. Then shifted in his chair. Ethan took a long drag of his drink. And just when I figured he was going to wait this out until one of us changed the subject, he spoke;

“A moment of weakness a few years back. And she was…”

Ah! It’s actually happening! Ethan’s telling a salacious story!

Shifting in my seat and placing my head in my hands to give him my full attention; My brows and smile grew as I finished the sentence for him, “Eager?”

He scowled.

“Jesus Christ, Ethan, just tell me what happened!”

“I will not go into details.”

“Fine.” I made a motion with my hand for him to continue without the juicy details.

“Harper and I had just ended things for good not long before…”

We ended up going back and forth for a while - Ethan not wanting to give anything up and me pulling as much as I could out of him. Long story short, Ethan was in a weird mental state after breaking up with Harper for the hundredth and final time in their six year relationship. He took up a conference opportunity to get away for two nights. Knowing how much he loves people, Ethan spent most of his time drowning his senses at the hotel bar. And low and behold, enter Hillary.

From the sounds of it she was agreeable and very very forward. And Ethan was so lost in liquor that her voice didn’t irritate him as much as it did the next morning, and every single time they were in close proximity thereafter. Hillary had been going through a separation with her husband and needed a distraction just as bad. Really, who could blame her? Toting Ethan around would be the best revenge.

The first night of his stay was fine - apparently the sex was satisfactory and she didn’t do anything remarkably memorable. Or so he says. I still think she looks like a squawker. He didn’t linger around long after before retreating to his hotel room. Then the next afternoon he was bored and weak and agreed to lunch. And lunch turned into drinks which turned into round two. In his room. And she didn’t leave. She wasn’t leaving. So Ethan bought an earlier plane ticket, and shook her awake before checking out.

And every conference since she seems to want to entertain a rematch.

“Oh my god, you’re horrible!” I exclaimed ever delightfully. This was hilarious!

“I shouldn’t really be surprised. You flew to another continent after we slept together.” Shaking my head, a stupid little smirk on my lips I asked, “Have you ever had a one night stand before?”

“Wha - of course I have!”

“One’s that didn’t end up with you getting on a plane?”

He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. “If you must know, I’ve had my fair share in undergrad.”

Now it was my turn to send a condescending “mhm” his way.

We spoke longer and polished off our plates - not a single crumb remained. This was nice. Really nice getting to be close to him again and just being friends. Telling stories and exchanging playful jabs here and there. It’s how I fell for the idiot in the first place.

Baby steps.

Two hours after we arrived the server came over with the bill.

She was friendly and lovely the whole meal. The best part about her style of service is that she let us just exist and didn’t check up all that often. When she did I could tell she overheard someone of the crap Ethan and I were spewing. She had one of those knowing smiles, like she was in on our jokes the entire time.

“Can I just say, you guys are adorable,” she relayed with the brightest of smiles after setting the padfolio on the table, her hands clapping together excitedly. She looked like a child who had just met Santa Claus for the first time.

L O L she thinks we’re together.

At that I actually laughed out loud before informing, “We’re colleagues. In town for a conference.”

The horror on the girl's face said it all.

“Oh! My mistake, sorry. I can split the bill for you.” She reached for the pad where it sat in front of Ethan.

He grabbed the black leather at the same time I spoke;

"Nope, dinner’s on him.” I cupped a hand over my mouth and pointed a not-at-all discreet thumb towards him, “He'll get reimbursed," I laughed more to myself than anything.

She smiles, a little relieved by my warmth, then turns to look at Ethan - silently asking permission or if it’s okay that he pays. Generally looking for some sort of direction from the old man.

He shoots the server a look. Then forks over his credit card.

As she saunters off, I smile at him sweetly, “Thank you.”

Of course he rolls his eyes. But that rise in the corners of his mouth says so much more.

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A/N: sorry it’s shit. thank you for sticking with this series 💕 we’ve just got one chapter left!

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Bitch Fight, Ch.3 (Multi-Ship) - Lita

Welcome to the world of Femme Fatale Wrestling. The future is female, and we're here to prove it.

A/N: I feel like I'm becoming a bit of a broken record here, but thank you guys so much once again for all the support on this fic; given that I'm writing it purely because it's just something I want to read, I'm so happy that it's been so well-received thus far. This one is fairly short, but it's sweet - more Bianca/Adore bonding as Bianca uncover the maternal instincts she never knew she had, lovely stuff. Hope you enjoy! <3<3

[NOTE FOR V: Idk if this one specifically needs any TWs, there's some vague blood and death chat so please just stick a warning in here if you think it's warranted. Love you mom xoxo]

CHAPTER 3: THIS IS AWESOME

As was usually the case when trying to explain the situation with wrestling matches gone south to ER receptionists, the whole trip had started to feel like more trouble than it was worth before they’d even seen a doctor. By the time that Bianca had taken ten minutes to explain that yes, the woman who was currently half-conscious and hanging off of her, her barely-clothed body covered from head to toe in blood, had in fact been powerbombed through a sheet of glass - but no, not by her, and no, they didn’t need to call the cops, she was beginning to get mad at herself for giving a fuck in the first place.

The receptionist looked over her glasses at Adore, not able to hide her obvious concern. “What’s her name?”

Bianca elbowed Adore in her less-injured arm - the other woman entirely spaced-out, seemingly with no idea what was going on. “What’s your name?”

“I told you, it’s Adore,” she mumbled, talking like she had a wad of gum in her mouth. “No the fuck it is not - what’s your real name?”

“Shit- it’s Dani.”

“‘Dani’ what?” “Noriega.”

“How the fuck do you spell that?”

“I don’t fucking know.”

After three hours; nine staples in her arm; about twenty stitches in various locations; and the sum total of Bianca’s remaining patience, they were allowed to leave. Adore’s first move on getting back in the van had been pestering Bianca to take her to get pizza - and so half of the $40 she had just essentially sold a quart of blood for had been spent in Domino’s. The two of them sat in the parked van, Adore with her large Meat Feast in her lap - having promptly inhaled the garlic knots and two orders of wings she’d gotten already.

“I’m not sharing,” she announces unprompted; shovelling a crust into her mouth.

“Trust me, I don’t want any.” Bianca says, readjusting her body in her seat - trying her best to stretch her back out a little. She’s also starting to regret sacrificing her shirt in the name of Adore not bleeding out, feeling incredibly naked as she sits wearing little more than her jeans, bra, and Adore’s dried-in blood.

“Thanks for helping me,” Adore says, her mouth full, making Bianca grimace. Her right arm is bandaged up to her armpit. “Like, I didn’t even expect you to come. You didn’t need to do all this.”

“You didn’t need to do any of the shit that got us here in the first place, but that didn’t stop you,” Bianca laughs a little. “Look, it’s okay. We’ve all gotta be young and stupid once - it just helps to have the old and wise looking out for us while we’re doing it.”

“You’re not that old,” Adore says. “Like, mom-aged, maybe. But not old-old.”

“Gee, thanks.” Bianca pulls a face. “Listen, Adore - in the nicest fucking way possible, why bother with that shit?”

“Because it’s fun?” Adore says as if it’s completely normal.

“I mean it. Like - you did that-“ Bianca gestures to Adore’s battered body, “-with nobody watching you, for practically no money, because it’s fun?”

“Well…” Adore trails off, closing her pizza box and placing it on the dashboard. She crosses her legs, turning to Bianca. “It’s sorta complicated. Can I get all emotional and shit on you?”

“I have nowhere better to be,” Bianca says bluntly, turning to face the younger woman. Adore’s face is drawn, and a little distant.

“It sounds dumb. But my mom was a huge wrestling fan. Like, we are talking huge. And I wasn’t kidding when I said my dad was a luchador - I just don’t really know who, I’ve never met the guy. So, I grew up going to shows, and it was like, all I wanted to do with my life. Fuck a normal job, I saw people like you, and I was like ‘woah, I wanna do that when I grow up’. And then my mom died when I was seventeen, and all of a sudden, here I am - I have nobody left in the world, guess I’m a grown-up now. So, I go out and try to get my dream grown-up job, and hey - whaddya know, wrestling school costs money. Then I met these guys who said they’d train me if I let them sleep in my van when we were on the road - they only showed me how to lose deathmatches, so now my job is losing deathmatches. And I tell myself that I like it - it’s fun, and I’m cool, but like, it kinda…sucks?” She shrugs. Bianca finds herself compelled to reach out for the younger woman’s hand, frowning; Adore takes it, and sighs. “I love what I do. But it’s never felt right. I dropped out of high school, I've never had a real job - this is all I know how to do.” Adore sniffs. “And like, I wanna think that my mom is watching me and that she’s like, proud of me, and that my dad - whoever he is - would be proud of me too. But I feel like they probably aren’t.”

“Adore, if you want me to be totally, bluntly honest - what you’re doing isn’t wrestling.” Bianca has taken on an oddly stern, maternal tone of voice that feels a little unfamiliar to her, but not at all unwarranted. She might not have seen it with her own eyes, but she’d heard horror stories about the kind of backyard shit that Adore had thrown herself head-first into, and it wasn’t like anybody else was going to shake some sense into her.

"The fuck do you mean?" Adore says indignantly.

"Let me fucking finish. It’s asking to get yourself killed at best. I’ve been wrestling for longer than you've been alive - if I’ve learned one thing, it’s that this shit is fake as long as you’re careful, and in order to keep it fake, you should always be looking out for the person you’re in the ring with above anyone else. That guy clearly only gave a shit about popping the crowd. He didn’t care about whether or not he was hurting you for real - none of these people care, because they’re a bunch of hacks with no idea what they’re doing, and you’re essentially putting your life in their hands every time you step into the ring with them. You’re still young, you’ve got a hell of a lot of potential, you could have years of career ahead of you - don’t waste them on this shit.”

Adore pouts. “I know. But I’m fucking broke - I can’t make money without wrestling, I can’t wrestle without training, and I can’t train without money. So, I’m screwed.” She pouts. “This shit is in my blood - I wanna do this right, but I don’t know how.”

“Adore, I…” Bianca stopped herself, sighing - confirming with herself that she was absolutely sure that she wanted to ask the question, but then realising it was halfway out of her mouth already. “Adore, if you’d be willing to stay here for a while, I could train you. Femme Fatale used to run a school, I used to be one of the coaches. It’s not gonna be fun, but if you’re willing to put the work in, I’m happy to do it for free.”

Adore’s face lights up. “Seriously?” Bianca nods, her face cracking into a smile. Adore flies at her - pulling her into as tight a hug as she can manage. Bianca pats her on the shoulder. “Oh my god, thank you. I just…wow.” She grins, bouncing up and down excitedly. “When can I start?”

“In a couple of weeks when you don’t look like Frankenstein’s bride,” Bianca says sternly. “Give your body a fucking break.”

Adore blows a raspberry. “Boo, you’re fucking boring.”

“I know, I care about your well-being, what a fucking monster.” Adore leans in to hug her again, and Bianca recoils. “Jesus, you fucking stink.”

“I haven’t taken a shower in like…” Adore pauses to think. “I can’t remember when I last took a shower.”

“That’s gross. You are gross.”

“Look, I fucking live in here - do you see a bathroom anywhere?” Adore gestures around her, to the interior of the van. She takes her pizza off the dashboard, cramming most of a slice into her mouth emphatically.

“You live in this thing? I figured it was like, a convenience for sleeping while on the road kinda deal.” Bianca isn’t sure how good a job she’s doing at masking the concern on her face.

“Yeah - dead mom and everything. I was seventeen, I couldn’t pay fucking rent. My mom has had this thing since I was a kid, we used to go camp in it and stuff. When I got evicted from our old place, I just threw my shit in here, and now it’s home.” She shrugs.

“So, what you’re telling me is that you’ve been homeless since you were seventeen?” Bianca raises an eyebrow.

“Nah - it’s like, a cool punk thing. You wouldn’t get it.”

“Sure thing,” Bianca gives a small laugh. “That being said, as a person living in the 21st century, I have a house with running water, and you need to fucking bathe. So, I’m taking you back to my place. Once you’re done with that,” she adds, watching Adore deep-throat another slice of pizza.

“You’re actually really nice,” Adore smiles. “You’re a dick, but you’re nice- hey, should I call you Santerìa? Or is that like, weird?”

“My name’s Bianca.”

“Okay then, Bianca. Y’know, I meant what I said earlier - you do have really nice boobs.” Adore tries to lean her head on Bianca’s shoulder. Bianca pushes her away.

“Bitch, do you want me to adopt you or fuck you?”

“Uhh…” Adore’s face makes it seem like she’s giving it genuine thought. First time for everything.

“Choose faster.”

“Sorry, mom.”

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