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undertale-writing-times · 2 years

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Hear me out, S/O is Spiderman and had hidden it fairly well, until they slip up and dash into the kitchen to grab something to eat while still in the suit, skelle happens to see them, chaos ensues!

Maybe with UT, US, UF and HT?

(plus maybe since in my brain, Edge is a cop, what if he had been trying to hunt spiderman down only to find out that they were right but his nose? idk ;p)

Ah, sorry! I don't see Edge as a cop ^^ I hope you don't mind that I didn't add that.

Sans: He would stare at you with big eye sockets, shocked that you just... sorta rushed in quickly. You were dressed up as that one hero that's been swinging around so he slowly lowers the bottle of the ketchup that he had been drinking from “Hey, I'm gonna go off on a web and say that you're that Spider person that's been going around, right?” If you tried to run out, he would catch your soul with his magic and pull you back towards him “Whoa, come on Y/n, I ain't mad. I think it's pretty cool” He sets you down, laughing softly. He'll check your soul more often to make sure that you aren't hurt, or anything... and to make sure that you didn't have any LV. No harm in checking!

Papyrus: The second that you run in while you're still in costume, and he sees you, he's going to gasp "Oh! Y/n, your costume is so good!" he claps his hands together, grinning all excitedly, and pull you into a hug. "Are you cosplaying? We should take pictures together!" when you quickly object and try to figure out a way to tell him, he notices something. The fabric seemed very similar to what he's seen the person for real wearing and you seem very... sweaty. Even though he realized, he would act like he has no idea still and just keep fanboying about your costume. He thinks that this is amazing! So cool that his datemate is this superhero! Maybe he could make sure that they're safe, that's all he really wanted from them...

Blueberry: Blueberry is the type to try to figure out who this masked hero was! They were breaking laws, but they were also being so cool while doing it, and he loved them for it! Ahhhh he talks to you about it, pretty often and asks questions about people that he thinks it might be and you always disagree... so when he sees the fact that it's you and you've been lying to him about it, he's honestly... a little hurt. Did you think that he was stupid, or something? He guessed that he sorta was? He stares at you with big eye sockets “Y...Y/n?” he'd ask, then chase after you when you try to run away. “Y/n! Explain this to me!” the fact that you lied! He is shocked!

Stretch: Stretch loves to take pictures of that hero, funnily enough. He thinks that they're pretty cool, and he's started to notice a lot of things about them. Their powers were pretty cool but something about them seemed... interesting to him? So, picture his shock when you suddenly came running in, wearing your suit. You two stared at each other, Stretch looking at you with big eye sockets his mouth open a little, then laughs "Y/n, you're the hero? Why didn't you tell me?" he isn't really mad at all, far from it! He thinks that it's the coolest thing in the world. He has so many questions about it, and if you answer his questions, he'll be pretty happy! Stretch will never tell anyone about your secret, no matter what. The only thing, he wished was that you told him.

Red: Red didn't really know how to feel about the hero. Someone going out of their way to help random people? What kinda weirdo would do that... then he saw that that weirdo was you! Ugh! What the hell, Y/n? What were you doing?! He quickly checks your soul to see if you were hurt at all, then starts to rant and ramble about how you need to tell him these sort of things! Dear god his body was not ready for this. After he calms down, he has a lot of questions. You've unlocked his old science side again! Mhahaha.

Edge: Edge was the one that had been trying to find out who this hero was for such a long time and for no reason other than just because he wanted to know! They were doing so much, and the idea of them fighting against the law but also for the law interested him! He wished to meet them and learn their secrets and such, so when he learned that it was YOU?! He's shocked! He stares at you with big eye sockets, his mouth opening a little in his shock, then shuts it making a clinking sound "Y/n, you are the hero, and you didn't tell me?!" he slams his hand down against the counter "Did you enjoy making fun of me?" he's... sad. He felt like you didn't trust him enough to tell him. Honestly, this might put a little bit of a strain on the relationship unless you explain it well.

Axe: When you came running into the room, to get food, he would stare at you blinking slowly, just a little shocked then squint a little “Y/n?” he mumbles. What were you wearing? Don't run away from him, it'll make him feel weird like he's supposed to chase. When you explain to him what's been going on, Well... he has a few questions. What kind of powers do you have? How long has this been going on? As long as you're being safe and stuff, he doesn't mind... don't come home if you're hurt, the smell of blood still triggers something in his mind and he wouldn't hurt you but it would still be dangerous for everyone.

Noodle: They already know. They knew the second that they saw you on the tv but they won't say anything until you're ready to bring it up. Sometimes they'll say things, and they start to make more things with peppermint as a little hint to saying that they know since spiders don't like peppermint.

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blessed-artist · 3 days

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Saw you say abortion is never what is best for the mother but wanted to know your thoughts on this

What if it’s fatal? what if the mother could not survive bec of that baby and in order for her to live that was the only choice in what would you say

Hi, thank you so much for reaching out to me with your question! I hope my answer helps you understand why I believe that abortion is never the answer.

To answer your question simply, I would say try to save both and if that isn’t possible try to save the patient with the best chance at life.

When complications arise when the baby is able to live outside the womb, the best choice is most likely to deliver the baby early.

I have a friend who had a brain tumor and needed treatment, but that would have harmed her baby. She had to deliver at 23 weeks. It was a close call for the baby, and the baby spent a lot of time in NICU. Even if the baby had not made it at least she would have been given her best chance. Today both mother and baby are alive and well because instead of having an abortion my friend delivered her baby and gave her a chance to be the wonderful kid that she is.

In the case that the baby is unable to live outside the womb this will often mean that the mother is given priority since the baby can’t live without her. But even in that situation the answer isn’t an abortion. An abortion is often just as, if not more traumatic for the mother’s body (see the first link below). Also abortions can take several days so if there is a life threatening situation they are not a wise medical choice.

There may be times when the child doesn’t survive and that is always a tragic thing. But we always try to save both and we never straight up kill the baby. I’m pro life, life is precious! So I obviously don’t want a mother to die! I support the decision that saves as many lives as possible.

Here is a video explaining what the process of an abortion actually looks like. It makes it clear that abortions are a horrible and traumatic procedure and shows the risk to the mother as well.

Here is a link to a much more eloquent answer than mine by @prolifeproliberty! Please check it out!

I hope this answers your question! If you have anymore questions let me know. And if any of my fellow pro life friends have any other resources feel free to add them!

#asks #pro life #abortion

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zeondraws · 1 year

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So about the chosen ones, they have to carry the powers on to the next generation

They have to protect the homeplanet they currently reside on, and the solar systems/their trading routes

There was this thing I once thought about woth an ancient dragon who found a dying race of humanoid like reptiles who were hiding inside large caves that were covered in large vegetations that they called their homes

This dragon would reach out to them and save them from their extinction. Thus they were able to rebuilt their society and expand much further into the galaxy and fight those who tried to eradicate them.

This dragon gave the individual called Zeon the powers that he and his kind were carrying on, they were not the original makers but he was looking for someone else to chose.

These powers that the makers made don't last forever for one individual and one civilisation. They have to continue giving these powers to another group of living beings so that the powers do not fade away.

This time period is usually not noticeable, it takes a few thousand years to completely fade away. It is unknown how many chosen ones were in the hands of these powers and lost them because of how long they kept them.

It also depends on how many versions/dimensions were before the current one.

Sometimes these realities communicate with one another and some others don't

But all these realities add up to how long these powers last.

It is still a significant amount but maybe it would roughly last 300-400 years until they start to noticeable fade away slowly

Zeon was a dragon humanoid who would bring her people to a new save galaxy that would give them some breathing space from all these hostile humanoids that are trying to eliminate them.

She became one of the chosen ones after she was born, it took a few years for these powers to take effect and change her way on how she views the world.

Her parents and relatives noticed that she has been granted these powers that this ancient being talked about, thus her having to carry the burden to keep her people save from the dangers of the world.

Which meant that her parents kept her on a strict routine so that she could grow up to be a good leader, she did not have many friends and would spend her time in solitude.

So much she had to do and learn to be able to properly use these abilities without major restrictions.

Her younger sister was always jealous of her abilities, since she got the smaller end of the straw and would be in the shadow of her. Feeling unrecognised, even if she had the luxury of living a more relaxed life having friends, free time and not having to worry about big responsibilities she would still become jealous of Zeon.

Time passes and this civilisation would thrive without major issues, Zeon would slowly have to figure out whom to grant these powers afterwards or atleast attempt to.

These powers don't immediately latch onto whatever Zeon or another chosen one would pick, the selected individuals would firstly have to live long enough and survive any incidents that the outside world would throw at them. If they proof to be successful then they'll get granted these abilities and the powers that were granted won't fade away so soon.

In Zeons lifetime these abilities were still in full swing, it enchanted the world around them, making it appear "magical" for others who entered their home planet, in comparison to todays chosen ones on Ester their powers became more restricted. They won't loose them but they're undable to do certain things because some part of these powers faded away already.

Why do these powers fade away? I still have to figure this out myself, since I haven't touched this part of the story that much, this will be very important to figure out, or I might change things around in the future

So Zeon picked someone when she was in her mid 20s, the one in particular was R5, she saw great potential in him, it might not have been clear why to some extend

He is based on a character from DC because young me used to make OCs from already existing characters but I will have to make an alternative version that doesn't look too closely related to said character. Including another character I made after him which I'd have to change etc etc.

It's also the reason I named him R5, I haven't had some alternativ Name for him yet and the R is from his original Name and the 5 is just some ooooold thing from when I was 15. I was playing around with Dimensions. R5 was apparently from a Dimension 5. I think I named it D5B5? I don't remember, maybe I have some random old note somewhere stating this

I do not remember it much sadly, that's what happens if you don't write down every lore related thought you had over the years.

Some youtuber once said "Ideas are fleating" so when you have a good idea always write it down asap, because quite alot of ideas appear at random and not when you try to actively think about them.

(i just forgor where I was at, but I am listening to ebic music bte, future me shall remember what music it was LOL)

These dimensions are mainly named like this because they are examples or different realities which the chosen races can access through these powers (and also because the planetary labs should have everything that ever existed in it like a museum, I'd have an excuse to add whatever and try to properly put it into the story to make sense of it) and R5 for example knew 16 versions of himself personally (something interesting where someone meets different versions of themselves is the series "Loki" on netflix if you haven't watched it yet, very interesting to see how they play with alternative realities)

There were ofc even MORE versions of himself (also something that M5 struggled with, another chosen one after R5, because some alternativ realities band together and some are against certain realities, so they have their own small community of realities where they keep contact with)

but some of these versions were far too dangerous to talk to, I think I had something like D1-16, the main ones we'd encounter, the other ones that exist would be D17-32 and D33-64, these bands of realities are a but more difficult to communicate with, and well they're far bigger than the main ones.

I atleast remember thinking about where R5 had trouble in certain occasions with these other realities

R5 and his other 15 versions (R1-R16, basically that's their shortcut) would sometimes meet and discuss their goals. They'd have some sort of interdimensional keys that would help them meet each other

But you see the problem is that these powers I talked about would fade away slowly and certain abilities would go away at some point. They can return but they'd firstly have to find a new chosen one.

Around the time where MA5 is in charge and managing the planetary labs etc he is unable to communicate much with his other versions, only with one of them (whom he despises alot at first but after cooperating with him for some time they'd be more chill with one another)

Random thought rn, I think the chosen one can grant others abilities too, so that they can cooperate together, so it doesn't also have to rely on them choosing another one official or needing offspring but also having others who aren't "officially" chosen. So that they can help out. This has been done on multiple occasions so that they'd have enough power to fight against enemies ofc. And prolly other stuff (all this lore is confusing me a bit, so much I still have to write down)

Well and all these Rs from these 16 ralities had to decide which one they should fpcus on helping out, because D2-3 had fallen after some bad events and D1 was mostly unstable and there hasn't been much communication with it. And D4 also had problems recently

When they made the planetary labs they all swore or atleast agreed to give alot more focus to the planetary labs of D5, because it seems this reality seems to be the most stable one and should give them the highest hopes of success. Also because D16 was also struggling and M16 was also somewhat mad or trying to hurt R5

Since some other versions who had the planetary labs had fallen, because their experiments on there had failed, one of the Js (in the busses storyline J5 already passed away together with most of his versions excluding one specific version who remains alive, this one has dark hair, blueish hues and glows in the dark/sun, so that I remember whom I'm talking about it's the one that is based on a bird of paradise)

basically did an oopsie and one of the planetary labs git corrupted which in turn destroyed that version of Ester, so they had to cut ckntact to avoid getting anything from there to D5s reality, tho they explore the fallen realities to see what happened and to avoid from doing the same

Also hence WHY R5 was also nervous about the bus project, what if it failed? What if he'll also fail just like the other realities? The other ones had high hopes for him and tried their best to hand them aaaaall the resources and artifacts they collected so that the planetary labs museums would be full/the archives would be consistent enough and nothing would be missing. It would set them back by a lot.

And hence WHY the planetary lab that stranded had to get back to Zeons system, otherwise it would be super bad for all of those involved who worked on it. R5 told Plock all that he knew and also taught him all that he could, so that Plock could take care of the busses. R5 mightve known something bad would happen, since he is able to see a bit further ahead.

And it is even worse when Plock tries his best to get home ASAP but Helene literally makes them be unable to get back for her selfish needs. Since she felt lonely but also knows it is devastating if the humanoids cannot find the missing planetary lab they workes on for decades or hundreds of years if you count all the years each dimension spend to collect the items!

It will be very emotional for Plock

I have to stop writing noe because my roommates want to watch a movie and I have to make a pizza RN

I will continue on this because I still have to explain a bit about Zeon, her death and R5 and the other chosen ones and how it all correlates to the busses and how the busses react when THEY finally get their chosen one (Plock also taught his son everything R5 did, so that Milos would be fully aware what Ploxk is working on/for and why Milos has to take his place once Plock dies of old age)

also here some screenshots of some lore notes I wrote down when talking to my friend kyro

#bus #busbusbusbusbusbus #zeons thoughts #zeons projects #lore post

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character-fan19 · 2 years

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MLB Season 4 Character Analysis: "Wishmaker"

Introduction

Hey guys, I'm back again with character analysis of our biggest episode yet. If you missed my previous post on the episode "Rocketear", you can find it here. If you're new to these kind of posts, then here I look at every one of our favourite MLB characters with relevant characterization in every individual episode of season 4 and now we're onto "Wishmaker".

This episode probably would have been very shocking if it weren't for the fact that it was apparently spoiled in the trailer for the episode. For the first time, we had someone knowing both Ladybug and Cat Noir's identities post-Master Fu's memory wipe. In this episode we also have both Marinette and Adrien having to decide their future with their problems being polar opposites just like everything else with them is. So let's get started with this analysis.

Character POVs

Luka

"We're all OK, thanks to Ladybug and Cat Noir."

First off, let's get the mind-blowing part of this episode out of the way. Luka knows both Ladybug and Cat Noir's secret identities now and neither Ladybug nor Cat Noir are aware of this.

We see in that Marinette and Luka are now officially just buddies from the episode "Crocoduel". It's also revealed to us that Luka wants to be a stringed-instrument maker so that other people can experience music, not a musician like his father as being a musician is just his nature. When both he and Marinette see that Adrien is depressed, he encourages Marinette to talk to him showing us that he is an Adrienette shipper as well just like Kagami.

The real big moment of the episode comes of course when he discovers both Ladybug and Cat Noir's identities and you can tell from his face that he was shocked. So many things fell into place for him and he now understood why Marinette had to break up with him and his arc of knowing when to tell the truth from the episode "Truth" is complete after he tells Ladybug that he didn't figure out either hers or Cat Noir's identities, possibly because he now knows the amount of stress Marinette must be going through and didn't want to add to that stress by having to factor in Luka knowing both Ladybug and Cat Noir's identities.

2. Adrien/Cat Noir

"My father arranges it all for me. But if I think about what I really actually wanna do.... NOTHING, my mind is empty!"

Moving onto Adrien, who doesn't know what he really wants to do in life and some people take that along with the fact that his childhood dream was to be what his parents wanted him to be, as him being a sentimonster, but to me that's not necessarily true as it could also mean that Adrien's parents are so controlling that they never even let him have his own childhood dream.

When he was first presented with the idea of having a future career, he realized that he didn't know what he wanted to be and even after going through all the stalls at the career fair, he couldn't figure out what he wanted and as Cat Noir he believed that since he had no childhood dreams he would be immune to Wishmaker's attacks but obviously he was wrong since his childhood dream ended up being whatever his parents wanted him to be.

By the end of the episode though, he realized that even though he doesn't know his childhood dream, he can still focus on the future and find his inner music just like Luka said.

Besides that, this episode also had a small but significant moment with Adrien believing that since Ladybug keeps getting progressively more and more Miraculous holders, she probably won't need him anymore, which is completely untrue as we've seen many times before how much Cat Noir means to Ladybug like in "Lies" and "Guiltrip".

3. Marinette/Ladybug

"I always feel like I want to try new things but the things I want to do and the things I forget to do and the things I just have to do, it's a lot."

On the opposite end of the spectrum, we have Marinette, who unlike Adrien, isn't having problems knowing what to do in the future because she has nothing she wants to do in the future, it's because she wants to everything and it's a difficult decision between careers for her, she has fashion designer, Ladybug, Guardian, etc.

We see that she has become comfortable with Luka now that they've both talked at the end of "Crocoduel". Luka helps her with deciding her career but telling her about her inner music and by the end of the episode Marinette decides that she will do everything, becoming the busiest person on the planet when she grows up.

4. Alec

"When I was a kid, I used to have long hair, but everyone made fun of me. That's why I shaved it all off. I've been making the wrong choices my whole life. My TV show is nothing personal. I make fun of people the way the make fun of me when I was a kid. I should've been the person I always wanted to be, trying to change the world instead of mocking it! I wasted my life!"

Unexpectedly and out-of-the-blue, we also have some characterization from Alec of all people, the TV show host who mocks everyone all the time. We never asked for an explanation for this but now that we have it, it's interesting to think about.

It was revealed when he had a wig put on that the reason he always made fun of everyone and the reason he was bald was because he used to have an afro when he was a kid which everyone made fun of so in order to make everyone stop, he shaved his head and became bald and out of bitterness towards the people who made fun of him as a kid he created his own TV show in order to humiliate others in front of a large audience which makes a lot of sense and when he had the wig put on he finally realized that he has been make the wrong choices his whole life.

By the end of the episode though, he decided to right his wrongs by creating a TV show where he helps other people live their childhood dreams much like his akumatized form but in a more morally correct way.

Conclusion

Well, that's the end of that character analysis so hope you've enjoyed reading. This episode did a good job in showing us that it's OK if we're not sure what we want to do and we can always change our ways when we realize what we're doing is not what we really want. As always, let me know your thoughts on this analysis and let me know if I missed anything for any of the characters this episode. With that being said, see y'all next time!

#ml character analysis #mlb characterization #ml season 4 #ml wishmaker #luka couffaine #marinette sugar #marinette dupain cheng #adrien sugar #adrien agreste #alec cataldi

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h4chi · 3 years

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— # YOUNG LUV

my love's so young, I'm young, at a sweet age, i can't only look at you. cold, I'm cold, a dark night, that even if it's beautiful, it's not warm. maybe I'm just fine on the outside. anyway, baby, I'm sorry for my young love

WARNINGS angst, breakup, unrequited love (yoshi doesn’t love u anymore), not proofread, english is not my first language

WORD COUNT 699

PAIRING yoshi x gn reader

NOTES tried writing angst…. this one’s inspired by stayc’s young luv ! so i suggest to listen to it while reading :) also tried writing gn reader wohooo this is my upgrade guys. AND I CANT ADD THE CUT AGAIN ??????? crying

TREASURE MASTERLIST !

your love for yoshi blossomed back in middle school, when you saw him for the first time. it was the first day of school, and he arrived late, his hair messy and his uniform’s buttons improperly tied.

you didn’t pay much mind to him, doing so when the teacher decided to seat him next to you. he was a diligent student, and he helped you occasionally when you would ask him to.

your friendship started to grow quickly, and before you knew it, you caught feelings.

catching feelings for yoshi was the best mistake you did, and it was something inevitable. he was just mesmerizing, his visuals breathtaking, his voice soothing and personality charming in many aspects. his words were enchanting and always managed to hit the sweetest spot in your poor heart. he was attentive to anything you did, anything you said and anything that happened to you.

he would always care for you more than you did for yourself. when you scratched your knee, he was already bandaging you with some cute hello kitty patches. when you forgot to do your homework, he would let you copy his, but only if you promised to buy him a snack, which wasn’t quite an inconvenience for you.

he was comforting, and helped you get past many sad moments in your life, some more serious than others. for example, when you got a bad grade in your favorite subject, he decided to buy you your favorite ice cream flavor and spend the evening binge watching movies.

he was devoted to the things he loved doing, music being at the top of all. he was always working on some new pieces and would always ask you to listen to them so you could give an honest review. he cherished your opinion, and that made you feel important.

he was extremely elegant, from the way he acted to the way he slept. while walking, he would look so regal despite being only in his pajamas, and when he would cook for the two of you, you could never stop your heart from beating so fast at such a sight.

he was just good at everything, and even more from your point of view. he glowed under your attentive gaze, his flawless features sparkling just like edward cullen under the warm rays of sun.

so when he confessed his love to you under a sakura tree just like in a romantic movie, you couldn’t refuse, not that you would’ve did anyways.

yoshi was a very dedicated partner. he was more at ease around you now that you were dating, and very much more clingy.

you loved him with every fiber of your heart, and you were every day that passed grateful such a good person chose you.

you two would go on cute picnic dates, have study sessions together, cook and try new recipes, and have movie nights, your place or his, it didn’t matter when you were together.

he was your pillar, always there when you needed him the most. your love was young. young and beautiful.

yet, as flowers bloom in spring, they also wither in autumn, just like your relationship did.

you were quick to notice how his behavior towards you changed, but you decided not to address it and wait for him to explain, avoiding to seem paranoid. yet he never had time to do so, much more to spend with you. he was slowly distancing himself, and you couldn’t stop it from happening.

“yn, we need to talk.”

you already knew what was about to come, and that’s why you didn’t feel sad. honestly, you felt relieved. relieved because you both wouldn’t have to fake anymore.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be the one for you, yn.”

yoshi smiled sadly while hugging you one last time, breaking the physical contact to look you in the eyes. they showed both gratefulness and anger. gratefulness because you had the opportunity to be with someone like him, anger because you couldn’t keep him next you. anger because you failed.

“it’s okay, yosh. i’m sure you did your best.”

maybe you’re just fine on the outside. “anyway, i’m sorry for my young love.”

#angst #kpop angst #yoshi #treasure yoshi #kanemoto yoshinori #yoshi x reader #yoshi imagines #yoshi x yn #yoshi x you #treasure imagines #treasure #yg imagines #yg treasure #kpop #kpop imagines

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http-skzhyuns · 3 years

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apologies | changbin - angst

requested, changbin x y/n [angst + fluff]

word count: 1.8k+ warnings: explicit description of anxiety, breakdowns — please tell me if i forgot to add anything in the warnings. a/n: to the one who requested, i’m not sure how long ago you made the request bec i rarely check my tumblr. i’m so sorry but here it is. :) i haven’t written in so long. thank you for making the request. also, i think i got carried away with the angst, i hope the short fluff at the end was what you’re looking for. :< i didn’t proofread this and before we start, just wanna thank u all for the 100 followers!! stay safe :) start.

you could see the stars shining from where you are sat, moving in a new country with an entirely different culture has made you anxious. but this, the view in your apartment is your favorite. it’s enough to take away the need to fiddle with your hands and to unconsciously tap your feet whenever you get the chance. the autumn breeze is cold but it’s bearable, nonetheless, you find yourself wrapping your cardigan tightly around your torso, trying to soak in the extra warmth that the fabric can provide. a sudden shrill of ringtone startled you away from your lingering thoughts. smiling at the nickname displayed in your screen, you swiped to answer the call. “y/n! hello baby,” changbin’s face appeared in your screen, smiling widely at you. you chuckled at his overt enthusiasm, “hello there, love.” “are you settled in? do you need anything?” your smile faltered for a few seconds but changbin didn’t seem to notice. “nothing, love. i’m all good. don’t worry.” “i’m sorry i can’t drop by there tonight,” you can hear the rustle on his end and the muted screams of jisung in the background. “got stuck on a melody?” you asked softly. there’s a long sigh on his end before he answered, “yeah. it’s not working out as smoothly as we expected.” “don’t worry about it, bin. i’m fine here, i’m good for a few days so you don’t need to worry about me. just do your thing, it’ll come to you, guys. give it time, i just know it’s going to be a great song once it’s done,” you attempted to lift his spirits up, but you genuinely believe it’s going to work out in the end. your words were met with silence, concern started to grow until you hear him clear his throat.

“... i love you,” he whispered. you smiled, “i love you too, now, go back there. don’t forget to get some rest even just for a bit, tell the boys the same thing too, okay? have a good night, binnie.” you saw him nod, a sign that he heard you, he waved and you waved goodnight. the screen turned black signaling that the call ended. you sighed, putting your phone down beside you before pulling your legs up to your chest before resting your arms around them. “it’s okay, he’ll be home soon.”

day four, no signs of activity. you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of the bed. another work day, another day to make sure you don’t get in other people’s way. you sipped from your cup of coffee while checking your phone for any message from changbin.

“good morning, y/n.”

it was simple, straightforward and you shook off the crawling feeling on your skin. it’s okay.

you texted back a good morning before picking your things up to actually get ready for the day.

“y/n! come over here,” your supervisor called. you resisted the urge to curl your fingers into your palm, digging into the skin as you nervously walked over to her desk.

“y/n, did you check this over before you submitted?” she started and you can feel a thousand scenarios running through your head and you find yourself picking it all apart, wondering if you really did check it over or there’s a lapse in your memory.

after careful consideration, you answered, “yes, ma’am.” she sighed, before carefully pulling you over. she showed her file before patiently pointing out the mistakes in the report you turned over.

there’s a momentary relief that coursed through you after you closed the door to her office. you find yourself dragging your feet as you walk back to your desk.

“tough day?” your co-worker asked when he noticed the sluggish movement you’ve been making.

you sheepishly shook your head, “i’m alright.” he looked at you for a second longer before nodding to himself.

when the night time comes, you absentmindedly hid your shoes inside the cabinet by the door of your apartment. you briefly glanced at your window to see that the sky is pitch dark and devoid of the shining stars you love so much.

another sigh. 10PM. a groan left your mouth.

you covered your face with your hands, roughly running them through your hair out of frustration.

the sound of keys started growing louder before your door opened. in comes, seo changbin, walking in with his backpack, clad in a black hoodie and a sweatpants. however, you remained seated in the small couch.

“y/n? are you home?” he asked. you grunted in reply but you doubt he would have heard it.

“there you are, i missed you,” he went for a hug but you narrowly dodged his attempt.

his brows furrowed in confusion, “hey? you’re okay?”

you nodded, looking down before standing up and going straight to the bathroom.

there’s a heaviness in the air, changbin isn’t sure what it is and what’s wrong. he was so sure you were okay. you were okay through your messages for the past few days.

whatever it is, he’ll let you come to him when you’re ready. and so, he got started on making dinner. he was about to put the food into a plate and set the table when he heard a hard thud from the bathroom, followed by clanking of several things — what he assumed to be toiletries on your counter.

rushing over, he quickly turned off the stove and went to knock on your door.

“y/n? baby?” nobody answered. he knocked for the second time, more insistent.

“y/n? is everything okay?” silence filled the space… until he heard a faint rustling on the other side and the soft click of the door met his ears.

the sight of you nearly broke him to pieces. for some reason, he didn’t notice how off you’ve been feeling the last few days because you were so good at maintaining your composure in front of other people.

but, you, standing there in front of him. your shoulders hunched while you’re covered by your bathrobe— there’s a sense of emptiness in your eyes. his eyes flicked back in forth between you and the mess behind you— just as he guessed, your toiletries clattered on the floor.

“i’m sorry,” you apologized, looking at him straight in the eye.

changbin inhaled sharply, wondering what’s the reason for your apologies. “what happened? were you hurt?” he asked, gently coaxing you into his arms.

you buried your head in his chest, tightly clinging onto his shirt as the first sob tore through your throat. changbin can feel the rising panic in him because he can’t still pinpoint the reason and the situation that just took place in the bathroom. despite all this, he tightened his arms around you, keeping you enclosed in his body as he run his hands through your damp hair.

“what’s wrong? why are you sorry?” he asked, calmly. the second sob came followed by a third, until you’re full-on weeping in his arms, softly muttering a series of “i’m sorry”.

after a while, you whispered,“i’ll clean it up, i’m fine now. thank you.” you loosened your grip on his hoodie but he tightened his hold on you. “come here,” he said and pulled you to the adjacent kitchen area. he made you sit on a stool before looking straight in your eye.

“you’re not okay…” he whispered. “i can see that you’re not okay. so please, quit telling yourself that you are. i’m here, aren’t i? what’s wrong?” there’s warmth in his eyes and you feel an onslaught of tears for the second time today, just by the sight of it.

“i-“ you stuttered. “i’m s—“ changbin held his finger up, shushing you. “don’t apologize. if you’re apologizing for not being okay. please, i don’t want to hear it, love. you don’t have to apologize for that.” you fiddled with your hands in nervousness.

“…there’s a lot…” you breathed in, trying to work through the tears and the anxiety, “there’s so many things happening, so many people to get accustomed to…” you faltered, trying to smile at him to ease the heaviness of your words. “it’s so hard,” you looked down, finally allowing the tears to copiously fall.

in the years you’ve been together, changbin have always admired you for being able to hold down your fort. you were calm and grounded, even at the most toughest times. but he knows, deep down the ‘strength’ was something that you developed because of expectation. because people expected you to be strong and they needed you to be.

changbin placed his hands on your cheeks, making you lift your head up to him before placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“stop,” he smiled at you. “it’s okay to stop being strong, you know? it’s okay to stop taking the weight of everything and telling yourself that you can take it.” you shook your head, ready to disagree.

“it wasn’t a good week, there’s a lot of things going wrong, i wasn’t adjusting as well as i thought i would. i turned in an incorrect report today,” you babbled, spilling everything that happened for the past few days you didn’t get to see him.

“…i’m just so tired,” you looked at him, frowning from the heaviness in your chest.

“… and that’s okay,” he whispered. “baby, it’s okay to let things go. there’s nothing wrong with admitting that you can’t take it, that you’re not okay.”

“but, i didn’t want to be a burden…” you whispered. and for the second time that night, changbin felt his heart constrict at the words that left your mouth.

“baby, you’re not a burden. don’t ever think that you are,” he firmly replied, prompting you to look him in the eye, making sure you understand what he’s saying. you nodded and he smiled, satisfied before peppering your face with kisses.

“the next time you start feeling like this, can you please tell me? i want to know so i can help, in whatever way i can, okay? don’t take it on to yourself and try to sweep it under a rug.” you nodded and he went for another hug before letting you go, “go and get changed. you’re practically dry now. i’ll pick up your things in the bathroom,” you looked at him grateful for his help and comfort.

“have i ever told you how much i love you?” you softly asked. he smiled, “not enough times today, i think.”

“we have to rectify that, don’t we?” you joked.

“yeah, because i need my love to be reciprocated or else, i won’t give you the food i cooked,” he let out a boisterous laugh.

“… binnie, i love you. thank you,” you walked over to his place, pulling him for a kiss.

“always here for you, baby. i love you too. now go get changed, the food’s cold,” he went for another chaste kiss before waving you away.

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I wish you would write a fic where stucky are mad at each other for some reason but get forced into the same tiny escape pod and spend a very interesting hour pressed so tight together on their way back to the surface...

Not going to lie Bec - when I first saw this prompt, my mind immediately went one way, and one way only - and I'm pretty sure you just played me like a fiddle with this idea of yours and knew exactly what I'd write.

So please take this humble offering, you are literally my greatest support and I would not be here without you gorgeous ❤️ my adoration for you is endless for our unique and special bond x

The fic is just over 4k and also on ao3 here (with all tags necessary) if you prefer to read there instead, it'll be part of my stucky bingo fills - Truth or Dare and rated M for mild sexual content 😉

If you'd like a fic - here's the post - I wish you'd write a fic... (It might take me a little bit to write - but I will get there!)

"Are you freaking kidding me right now Rogers?" Bucky shouted as he tried to wrest control of the tiny submarine, or whatever the fucking contraption Stark had purpose built for underwater expeditions, from his meathead best friend who never had a plan. "What the hell was that?"

Steve glared over at Bucky, who scowled back. "I had it under control."

"Under control, my ass. You ran us into a goddamn rock, a rock so sharp we now have a leak - and guess what? We just happen to be about three miles under the sea!"

"I - " Steve started to say then stopped abruptly to slam at the controls before him in the dim lighting, trying to unwedge the small vessel off the rock.

"Don't! Fuck Steve, leave it, don't get us off the rock - we'll tear apart if you do." The sharp edge of panic amidst his anger was clear.

"I know what I'm doing, Buck." Steve ground out.

The panic immediately disappeared leaving only ire behind, "I highly doubt that by looking at the trouble you got us into. I thought partnering up with Sam was a pain in the ass for those few months, but I'd somehow forgotten what you were like."

Bucky heard Steve grinding his teeth, and satisfaction filled him that Steve was at least angry at their hopeless situation, one he was solely to blame for.

They’d been tasked to go to the Raft - one of the inmates had managed to escape - Namor, and although Bucky thought it was way out of their scope of skills to be chasing a literal being that came from the ocean, who had super strength and a huge advantage by, well, being able to breathe underwater, the Avengers assembled and it was left to Cap, no, Nomad and Bucky to sort it out.

At first, the mission was fine and on track, they were given the craft from Stark, Steve assuring both Bucky and the cocky self-appointed head Avenger, that he'd used it many times over on missions, and away they went. Bucky had realised after an hour at sea as they dove deeper and deeper, Bucky wide-eyed at all the sealife and fish that swam into the lights from the craft, that Steve looked a little peaky, a little sweaty. Apparently, after some hard prodding, Steve admitted he'd only taken it out for a few runs in the East River and had never been in the ocean with it.

Bucky was fuming.

He became even angrier when they found Namor, and Steve without any hesitation hit a button that harpooned a weapon from the undercarriage, missing the man completely and hitching it on a nearby rock, careening them towards it. Bucky was certain he saw a smirk and a laugh from their quarry as he swam off - uncaptured. Free.

It was, in fact - quite humiliating for two usually competent supersoldiers.

So now they were fixed tightly onto a jutting rock bed, water leaking slowly into the vessel and Steve was acting like a massive stubborn child about their situation. Especially when they realised they couldn’t call for assistance - they were too deep for a signal.

As a starfish floated by and suckered itself to the window, making a home there, Bucky was starting to wonder if they'd get out of the situation in one piece. They may have the serum running through their veins, but he was certain drowning was still on the scope of things that could kill them. He glanced at Steve who was still pressing buttons - that and along with an irate best friend who had a penchant for knives.

The urge to strangle Steve and his handsomely stubborn face rose with each and every breath, and he couldn't fathom why he was in love with such an imbecile. Bucky, glad that Steve wasn’t aware of where his feelings lay, not wanting to openly tell such an idiot he loved him; though Bucky hadn’t really had an opportunity to approach Steve about it, unsure if he ever would find the courage to bring it up.

Plus right then... right in that moment as they floated and bobbed in the undercurrent while beady eyed fish approached them curiously, Bucky was livid and was certain that even if Steve turned to him to profess his undying love - Bucky would punch him in the face.

“What do you propose we do then smarty pants?”

Bucky’s mouth formed a tight line at the old taunt.

“I suggest we get into the escape pod and head for the surface.”

“What? And give up?”

“Give up Steve? Of course we give up. What the fuck do you think we can do?” Bucky exclaimed, as Steve grumbled into the small space. “For a brilliant strategist you sure are an absolute ninny sometimes.”

“A ninny?” Steve burst out in horrified disbelief.

Bucky felt his lip twitch and almost laughed at Steve’s expression and the absurdity of their situation that by calling Steve a ninny, is what pissed him off the most.

“The only way we can do anything of any use now, is if Namor comes back and surrenders. And I don’t think he’s about to do that, considering he sped off laughing when you marooned us on this damn rock. One I might add that has more strength and the ability to stay calm and think more rationally than you.”

“Are you seriously comparing me to a rock?”

“If the Cap fits.”

“Really?” Steve deadpanned at Bucky’s admittedly terrible attempt at humour.

And before Bucky could say anything further, potentially offer a simple truce, a large shadow loomed above them and Bucky was instantly caught in the beauty and grace of the huge marine animal swimming overhead, close enough Bucky could reach out and touch if there wasn’t glass between them. It looked to be a shark of some type and Bucky was captivated by the smooth skin, the sheer mass and the tail that flicked; until that same large tail hit the vessel on one of it’s sweeps, dislodging it from the rock.

With a triumphant yell, Steve pushed on the accelerator as Bucky yelled at him to stop, and suddenly the whole craft shook and groaned, creaking as the very structure started to unhinge.

“Jesus fuck, Steve. Get in the escape pod now!”

Steve for the first time since they entered the vessel listened to Bucky, and they both jumped up and scrambled for the pods that were situated behind their seats, opening the escape hatches - only to find one empty, and the other thankfully still in place.

“Shit, Tony.” Bucky swore. “Don’t you know about the Titanic? Always have enough damn life rafts. Fuck.”

“We can fit.” Steve said matter of fact and opened the hatch door, just as the thick glass from the front of the craft splintered, water spurting through and a loud cracking filled the space. Bucky’s heart thumped hard and fast at the danger they were in, his Soldier training all but useless in the face of this new terror.

Bucky pushed Steve, who yelped at being manhandled into the small space, and Bucky jumped right in, landing on top of Steve, their faces only inches apart - and that face did not look happy.

They had just enough room for Steve to hit the big red button that closed the pod, and an automated voice immediately filled the area.

“Releasing in three, two - one.”

The voice went silent as the capsule whooshed out of the craft, and Bucky was on the correct side to see through the glass over Steve’s shoulder, the lights of the vessel flickering as it tore apart from the pressure of the water. Bucky let out a shaky breath that they’d escaped in time.

“Calculating your trajectory and location,” the voice began, then went silent for a few seconds, “you will breach the surface in just under two hours.”

“Two hours.” Bucky griped and wiggled, Steve hissing for him to ‘quit it’. The voice continued on in its modulated voice.

“Due to your depth, the emergency pod has been slowed to ensure you rise at the correct rate so you do not suffer any complications.”

“Complications,” Bucky said under his breath, knowing with the serum it was unlikely they’d get sick. “I’ve got a big bearded one right in front of me. I think that’s complicated enough - just get us to the surface quickly.”

The voice droned on about protocols and safety features for a few minutes and mentioned when it came into range it would send a distress call to FRIDAY for assistance. Finally some good news, because all Bucky could think about was the fact the enormous shark was not in sight. He hoped it was long gone.

“Can you move your damn leg?" Steve hissed, shaking Bucky from his contemplation of why he insisted on watching Jaws a few weeks earlier.

But it was the tone Steve used that irked Bucky further, and ever helpful, he moved his leg back and forth like a petulant kid. “That enough movement for you?”

“Buck, your damn knife is digging into my thigh. Actually why in the hell are you wearing it on an underwater mission in the first place?”

“Why did you bring your shield?” Bucky countered, not wanting to tell Steve about the other seven knives in his pants.

“That’s not really comparable.”

“It is.” Bucky replied sullenly, knowing it wasn’t at all.

Steve sighed heavily, and they spent a good fifteen minutes without conversing, not even daring to look at the other in the soft green-tinged light from the control panel where Bucky could read their glacially paced progress as they headed for the surface. They were still so far down.

“Truth or dare? Steve suddenly asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“Are you for real? Now?” Bucky asked incredulously. “Look, I know that game worked when we were kids - but read the damn room, well, pod.”

Steve didn’t respond as the charged air between them rose in silent intensity.

“Truth.” Bucky finally bit out after a long minute.

“Why did you bring knives on an underwater mission?”

“Jesus Christ, you don’t let up, do you? Why am I even surprised, it’s Steven Grant Rogers asking. Because Steve, I take them everywhere. You know this. I might have had to stab some seaweed for being rude to your delicate sensibilities or something. And don't you dare try and say they haven’t gotten us out of tough spots before.”

Steve harrumphed, “I’m hardly delicate.”

“Sure thing.”

They fell silent again, until Bucky gave in and sighed heavily. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Why did you lie and say you knew how to drive the boat?”

“Bucky, you don’t drive a boat.”

“Yeah, well you proved that without a doubt.”

Steve tensed up, Bucky experiencing Steve’s muscles bunching together against his body from being so close, he swallowed heavily.

“I thought I had it handled. How difficult could it be?”

“Steve…” Bucky started, stopped then sighed, “Steve, you need to actually be truthful with me, to the Avengers, especially if you need help. You don’t have to prove that you have it together all the time, every time. That’s what I’m for.”

“So you’re saying you could have piloted the boat?”

“Is piloted correct? But in answer - no, I couldn’t have. So we would have found a better way.”

“Buck, he’s an underwater being, what else were we going to do but try and follow him down here?”

Bucky remained quiet thinking over the options. When the call went out, only Steve and he were available for the mission, so in a way Steve was correct, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

Steve moved suddenly in an unintentional grind, and a spark flew down Bucky’s spine, shit, they were close, really close, and through his initial fear and anger, Bucky hadn’t really thought about the situation he’d inadvertently put himself in. Pressed up against Steve’s body in a way he’d never been before.

Oh shit…

“Truth or dare,” Steve asked, breaking Bucky’s thoughts on the bulge he could feel just slightly higher than his own.

“Truth,” Bucky gritted out, looking over Steve’s shoulder at the murky water surrounding them. “It’s not like we can do any dares down here.”

Steve paused for a moment, looking directly at Bucky, and Bucky finally gave in and glanced his way, holding Steve’s gaze, and knew immediately that he shouldn't have. Steve’s eyes had taken on a greenish-blue tinge, making them pop and they softened at the edges once Bucky was in their snare. Bucky let out a long exhale. He hated when they fought - but he was still annoyed that Steve hadn't listened or been truthful.

“Are you dating anyone?”

Bucky jerked in surprise, wincing straight away, as rubbing up against Steve wasn’t going to help him remain impassive. “What kind of question is that?”

“A simple one I would have thought,” Steve replied curtly, and Bucky saw the slight tick in Steve’s cheek, and he caught his breath. For some reason Steve was invested in his answer, but why? Could it mean..?

“We live together Steve. You know I’m not.”

“Not even Darcy,” Steve countered.

Unable to stop it from bubbling up, Bucky started to laugh loud and heartily before realising that the motion was doing nothing to stop the friction between them, and Bucky started to worry that the knives on his person weren't the only hard thing Steve could feel pressed up against him.

When he’d composed himself, he saw that Steve had tilted his chin up proudly, and Bucky knew he’d hurt his feelings.

“Uh, that’s a negative. Darcy and I are not dating, she’s like Becca. You know - a little sister, an annoying one too, and yeah I love her, but not in the way you think. To be honest I’d like to date…”

Bucky trailed off, realising he was about to give too much away.

“You’d like to date?” Steve coaxed, eyes riveted on Bucky as he looked slightly down at him, and Bucky wasn't sure he'd ever really get used to the change in Steve's physique. Having to look up to his once small friend, shoulders wide enough he was a literal tank.

“Tall, blonde people,” he admitted, face immediately heating; not meaning to let that particular parcel of words out.

“Oh.” Steve replied, face slack and wondering as he stared at him, the gravity in his eyes not letting Bucky look elsewhere. So Bucky shut his eyes to escape, berating himself for being an obvious fool.

“Dare,” Steve husked.

Bucky snapped his eyes open to find Steve unblinking, attention directly on him, and there was something lurking behind his gaze, something dark and delicious, Bucky uncertain if what he saw was real or not. So he thought about his response carefully before answering.

“Okay, Stevie,” and Steve inhaled sharply through his nose at the nickname, Bucky pleased at the response. “I bet you can’t get your hands to the control panel to turn on the exterior floodlight so we can see the fishes.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “You want to see the fishes?”

Bucky nodded slowly, having a gut feel Steve already saw through his game, considering where Steve’s hands were positioned in the first place. Between their bodies.

Steve wriggled his fingers, and a live wire burned through the very structure of Bucky’s cells, remaking them into something different, something primal as Steve continued to move and pushed his hand between them towards the panel, inadvertently pressing hard up against the front of Bucky’s pants, right over his dick in the process. A dick that was suddenly much more interested in their predicament.

Bucky might have made an error in judgement as he slipped out a strangled gasp.

Steve’s face lit up in a grin at Bucky’s unintentional response, deliberately mimicking the same movement again.

Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the touch through his tac pants, wishing for no obstructions between them, and before he could lose himself completely in the sensations, Steve's hand pulled free to touch the control panel, light suddenly flooding outwards. Tufts of seaweed and darting fish fled past the glass as they continued to slowly climb for the surface.

And before he knew what he was saying, Bucky was pressing his hips the scant inch forward into Steve's body and whispered, "I dare you to do that again."

The ragged and shaky exhale from Steve was gratifying in its sheer emotion, and the 'Buck' that tore from his throat made Bucky look up. The moment his eyes met Steve's he was gone.

"Can I?" Steve asked, and Bucky could do no more than nod as Steve's lips came crashing down on his.

It was the kiss Bucky had been waiting a lifetime for, and he couldn't believe as Steve's tongue slipped in between his lips, a low deep growl erupting unbidden in his throat, that the catalyst was a failed mission where they were stuck together angry in a cylindrical tube in the middle of the ocean.

Steve's hand forced itself back between their bodies, and Bucky moaned as Steve made the best of the small space, rubbing over and over until Bucky grew thick and hard in his pants, all while Steve kissed the very breath from his body. Bucky was stunned that Steve was an exceptional kisser, partly impressed and partly jealous at the realisation that he'd had experience, more than Bucky first thought.

"Jesus Buck, you taste so good."

"Yeah?" Bucky husked back, leaning up as far as he was able, capturing Steve's lips again. What started as chaste, soon became hungry and insistent and Bucky tried to move his hands, but there was no room for two sets between them, Steve’s all that could fit; so Bucky let Steve take control, do what he wanted. And somehow, without even speaking about it, Steve gave Bucky exactly what he needed, what he craved. And if Steve wanted, Bucky would spend his lifetime taking care of Steve in return.

"Your fucking knife," Steve husked into his cheek as he pulled away, lips wet and thoroughly kissed. It was a spaced out look Bucky wanted to see more often.

"That's not a knife," Bucky sassed back.

"Well unless you're extraordinary and have two dicks, then yes, I think the one pressing just above my knee is a knife."

Bucky tried to adjust his stance to lessen the pressure from the weapon, and at Steve's wince, he knew he'd not managed to do it.

"Well to be fair, I wasn't expecting to end up in this predicament."

"Predicament?" Steve asked as his fingers pressed against Bucky's groin again, pushing and sliding to create extra friction.

"Oh shit," Bucky breathed, hating and loving the knowing smirk on Steve's face. "Maybe I've been wanting this for over a hundred years and you know, since nothing has ever happened before, how was I to know that being trapped in an escape pod, while seething in anger would do it for you?"

Steve looked blankly at Bucky, mouth open, shock clearly written over his face. "Over a hundred years?"

Bucky realised he had no filter when Steve had a hand on his dick, and flushed at the long kept secret, now a confession, but kept going, confirming it. He was all in by that stage.

"Give or take a year."

"Buck, why the hell didn't you say anything? I've been waiting since…"

Steve trailed off and Bucky couldn't help it.

"Since..?"

"I was sixteen."

"Fuck," Bucky surged forward, kissing the breath from Steve, and Steve's hand movements became more insistant. Suddenly Bucky felt the zip of his pants loosen and he couldn’t stop the wanton moan from escaping and he wriggled his hips in anticipation. Between one breath and the next Steve had somehow, miraculously snaked his hand into Bucky's pants, and now, now, there was only a layer of thin underwear between them.

Why the hell hadn't he gone commando?

"God, Buck, you feel amazing - knew you would.” Steve said as he looked into Bucky’s eyes while stroking him, and the sheer power behind his gaze pushed all of Bucky’s buttons. “Want to get my mouth on you."

Bucky gasped, vibrating at the imagery and Steve chuckled, nipping at Bucky's lips, kissing him again and again and it hit Bucky that Steve was able to feel every single quiver and sharp intake of breath he made. He was no longer able to hide his reactions, even if his face gave nothing away - Steve was so close that all of Bucky's tells were like a neon sign emblazoned above his head. Steve had him at his mercy.

And Bucky loved it.

"I want that," Bucky whispered back, "want your mouth everywhere. Want my mouth all over you too pal, I can't wait to get you naked."

"You're too much," Steve ground out and suddenly Bucky was being kissed deeply, thoroughly and he lost all concept of time and space. Steve's fingers gripped his dick, squeezing and making short jerky motions, it wasn't the greatest angle, and Steve didn't have full motion - but it was perfect. Bucky was so turned on, his dick weeping into his underwear, and he knew that if Steve kept going, kept kissing him, touching him, he was going to come in his pants like he'd done too many times when they’d slept next to each other before the war.

"Oh fuck Steve, keep doing that."

"You like that?" Steve husked, complying when Bucky nodded his head limply, rubbing in tight circles, fingers tangling in Bucky's underwear as he tried his best to get Bucky off. And Bucky, well he wasn't easy, it usually took him a while to get in the right headspace to feel comfortable enough to let go, to let himself be free in the moment, but with Steve he knew he could be. He trusted Steve, wanted him by his side always, and he knew he'd catch Bucky, protect him as he fell. Steve would never let go again.

"Gonna make you come on my dick," Steve rasped into Bucky's mouth, making Bucky forget everything sweet and hopeful in their future to concentrate on how filthy Steve’s lust driven words were, "going to fill you up, and I'm never letting you out of my bed again Buck. You're mine - you hear that?"

"I… yes… yours," Bucky said as his knees buckled, and Steve had him, gripped him tight, pinching his dick in a way that made Bucky white out and he came apart. Bucky spurted into his pants, underwear soaking up his release and he jerked and whimpered as Steve held him through it, mouth hovering over his, whispering words of want and desire.

"You're gorgeous Buck, the prettiest fella I ever saw."

"Jesus Steve," Bucky breathed as he came down from his orgasm, legs still twitching. "You're going all Brooklyn and sappy on me."

Steve kissed the corner of Bucky's mouth delicately, as if he hadn't just got him off in the tightests of spots, and removed his hand from Bucky's pants. "Always felt sappy with you Punk."

Bucky grinned back, sated, happy and languid - until he felt it.

"Have you got a fucking bludgeon in your pocket?" he exclaimed when Steve shifted, and awed, Bucky realised exactly what Steve was packing in his plain navy shorts that were often tangled with his black briefs in the dryer at home. Steve's cheeks tinged pink and Bucky was gone, so gone on this man who was sweet and commanding all at once.

"Oh shit Steve, am I going to have fun with you."

"Yeah?" Steve grinned back, suddenly a little shy, a little hopeful and Bucky smiled.

"For the rest of our lives if you want."

Steve sucked in a breath, "I'd like that."

"The surface is less than twenty metres away, a rescue shuttle has been dispatched and will meet you on the surface."

The automated voice fell away, and Bucky and Steve looked over each other's shoulders at the lightened water, having completely ignored the sea of fish and marine animals around them. It was stunning, there was so much life just under the surface.

And before he knew it, they were blinded by sunlight as the pod popped up on the surface, Bucky finding Steve on top of him, all of his weight pressing him down as the cylinder floated in the ocean on its side. The sheer bulk of Steve was phenomenal, a portent of things to come.

"Far out, you're heavy." Bucky commented with a grin.

"Sorry, the serum… well you know."

"No, I like it." He said as Steve kissed him again, leaning down to take Bucky's mouth under his in a passionate but short taste. "But you're still an ass for getting us into that position in the first place."

"How did you know I didn't plan it this way?"

Bucky laughed just as the lid opened and he squinted into the bright light, the quinjet hovering over them, finding himself staring directly up into Clint's grinning face.

"Looking cozy there boys, need a hand?"

"I think we have that handled," Steve replied with a smirk, staring at Bucky, and Bucky could only gaze up into the brightest blue he'd ever seen, the eyes of his best friend, his soon to be lover and hopefully so much more.

It took some maneuvering to get Steve off him without toppling them into the ocean, but soon they were inside waiting as Bruce and Clint secured the pod to take back to Tony's lab.

Bucky made his way to the front of the jet as Steve called in their failure to Fury, and greeted Natasha who was in the pilots seat, stretching his arms up and over his head, popping his muscles from having been cramped up too long.

She looked him dead in the eye in the unnerving way only Nat could, and remarked, "your fly's undone."

Red faced, Bucky looked over at Steve who'd heard Nat and was silently laughing, telling Fury that 'no, he didn't think losing Namor was amusing', before hanging up and motioning Bucky over.

"You really are a jerk." Bucky hissed as he pulled up his fly, finally realising how wet and uncomfortable he was. He needed a shower. Preferably with company.

"But I'm your jerk though."

"Gee, aren’t I the luckiest guy in Brooklyn," Bucky snarked back at Steve's playful wink, and for the entire trip home, neither of them could keep the grins off their faces.

A day later - Natasha brought Namor in.

#stucky #mywriting #Canon divergent #Steve is stubborn #Bucky is sick of his crap #mutual pining #snark and banter #Bec gives the greatest prompts #steve x bucky #kalee answers #darter blue is my 🏍️ or ☠️

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chloebeale · 4 years

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won’t you sing me your sweet lullaby

rating: T

word count: 1.6k

read below or on ao3!

Chloe had been warned on many occasions, by many people, that growing a child in her body would absolutely not be the most comfortable of situations, and at just over four months into her pregnancy, she is beginning to see just how right all of those statements actually were.

Not that she would change anything, of course. The terrible bouts of morning sickness, the almost unbearably sore boobs, the aching back, it is all worth it for the baby she and Beca have been trying to add to their family for what feels like forever now. They have so much love to give, so much love for each other, their baby truly is going to be showered with endless affection, too. So, it is worth it. It is all worth it, and Chloe outright refuses to complain.

Fortunately, despite being the one carrying their unborn child, Chloe is not left to suffer alone. No, maybe Beca does not feel the physical pain, doesn’t experience the mental exhaustion, but she has been the total definition of the perfect, doting wife throughout. It seems that all Chloe has to do is think about ice cream and Beca is suddenly right there with at least three different flavors for her to choose from; her face contorts into an unintentional wince and Beca is immediately there to rub her back.

In fact, Beca is so focused on Chloe and the baby, so intent on making sure that they are okay and that they have everything they need, that her own needs seem to be falling to the wayside.

And it really is so sweet of her to care so wholeheartedly, so incredibly nice of her to want to do her share, but Chloe is adamant on making sure Beca knows that she is just as important, too.

Chloe has never been the type to nap throughout the day. A morning person through and through, Chloe wakes up with the sun and seizes the day, but with the added exhaustion of growing an entire human, afternoon naps have kind of become routine. She fought them for a while, insistent that she could make it to bedtime on copious yawning alone, but it became quickly clear that she needed that time to recharge, and honestly, Beca kind of needed the break, too.

It is when Chloe is napping that Beca seems to be her most productive, it is when she takes the time for herself to do what she wants to do, and sometimes Chloe will prolong her time in bed, simply lying there post-nap and comfortable with her own thoughts, for the sake of allowing Beca that extra bit of downtime.

It proves difficult this afternoon, though, when Chloe hears the soft sound of melodic music floating throughout their home, for her not to want to go and see.

Music is an important part of their lives, it is what brought the two of them together. While Chloe still adores it, while she still sings constantly, it is something more of a hobby for her now. She has her veterinary career to keep her busy in a vocational sense, but music has remained everything to Beca. It is her job, it is in the way Beca expresses herself, and to hear Beca Mitchell make music is to know true, unbridled passion. It is the purest, most beautiful joy to behold, and Chloe cannot help but follow the soft sound floating from the living room to witness Beca when she is truly in her element.

She pads slowly at first, not wanting to disturb Beca’s musical flow, but apparently Beca must mess up a part of her song, something Chloe genuinely wouldn’t even notice if it was not for the way Beca quickly stops and mutters out an aggravated curse, the room effectively growing quiet and lending attention to the soft sound of Chloe’s bare feet tapping against the wood of the floor.

“Shit, sorry,” Beca says through a defeated sigh, shoulders slumping as she turns on her small piano bench to shoot an apologetic look in Chloe’s direction. “I knew I shouldn’t have done this while you were sleeping, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No,” Chloe shakes her head, shuffling closer to rest a hand delicately against Beca’s tensed shoulder. “You didn’t wake me.”

The scrunch to Beca’s nose tells Chloe that she doesn’t altogether believe her, but she chooses not to press, so Chloe only offers her a gentle smile, before padding over to slip comfortably into the space on the bench beside Beca.

“What were you playing?” Chloe hums, body melting beneath the way Beca turns her head to press a soft kiss to Chloe’s shoulder. “It sounded really beautiful, Bec.”

“Something new,” Beca murmurs, mouth still resting delicately against her shoulder. “Still needs some work. How was your nap?”

“It was good,” Chloe shrugs, though she is far more interested in Beca, far more interested in prolonging the amount of time Beca puts the focus on herself. “Will you play it for me?” she motions toward the piano, then glances down to the way Beca is still resting against her, gray-blue hues staring up at her through fanned lashes.

“Uh, I don’t know, Chlo,” Beca frowns, “Like I said, it still needs some work. Like, a lot of work,” she chuckles quietly, though they are both very well aware of how difficult a time Beca has when it comes to saying no to Chloe. All it takes is an exaggerated pout and a bat of her lashes for Beca to suck in a deep breath through her nose, and to easily relent. “You’re a pain,” she teases, shooting Chloe a heatless glare, before pushing another soft peck to her shoulder, then dutifully straightening up.

“I am,” Chloe agrees proudly, shuffling comfortably on the spot as she waits for Beca to begin to play.

Beca positions her fingers against the white keys, and Chloe’s gaze naturally follows her movements, hand instinctively settling over her small yet rapidly growing bump.

Chloe doesn’t play piano. She doesn’t play any instruments, in fact, so it always serves to amaze her as she watches Beca playing so expertly, so beautifully. It is like watching magic unfold, the way Beca’s fingers dance along the keys in such a fluid motion, and as the soft melody plays out around them, Chloe finds her own fingers gently tapping against her stomach, keeping time with Beca’s slow, somehow haunting creation.

She does this often; cradles the growing bump protruding from her small frame. Chloe does not know whether it is a protective thing or simply a form of comfort, but regardless, she does it a lot. As Beca plays, though, this is the first time Chloe has ever felt such a distinct movement back.

“Bec,” Chloe cuts into the soft sound, with Beca immediately pausing the rhythm of her fingers. Chloe glances down toward her stomach with a slightly hanging jaw.

“What? What happened?” Beca jumps instantly into natural panic mode, body twisting to better face Chloe. “Is it the baby? What’s going on?”

Chloe’s eyes are still trained on her stomach, hand still settled in the exact same place as another soft kick pushes against her palm.

“The baby kicked, they’re kicking,” Chloe says in a voice filled with awe. She doesn’t want to stop touching, doesn’t want to stop feeling the most incredible, most exciting sensation she has ever experienced, but she wants Beca to experience it, too. Quickly lifting her other arm over her middle, Chloe’s fingers wrap coddlingly around Beca’s hand to place gently by her own.

“Holy shit,” Beca practically chokes, hand slipping beneath Chloe’s to feel the movement directly. She glances upward through widened irises swirling with amazement, and Chloe responds with the kind of smile that will not stay at bay even beneath the way her teeth have sunk slowly into her bottom lip.

Beca’s body twists closer, free hand moving to rest over Chloe’s bump now, too. “Babe, oh my God,” she gasps, words quiet and awestricken. “I feel them. That’s…”

“I know,” Chloe nods gently, watching the interaction between her wife and their unborn child with a kind of love she cannot even fathom, that she cannot even attempt to put into words.

And Chloe has heard about these milestones, always thought it would be an adorable thing to get to feel for herself, but nothing could’ve prepared her for that look of utter wonder on the face of the woman she loves. Nobody could’ve ever told her how much true adoration she would be filled with as a shiny film of joyful tears swept over Beca’s gaze, causing the same to well up in Chloe’s brightened eyes, too.

“God,” Beca breathes, one hand slipping from Chloe’s stomach to instead grasp tenderly at her cheek, until she can stretch up and brush a slow peck to Chloe’s curved lips. “That’s so fucking cool.”

Chloe giggles quietly into the small kiss, head nodding gently. “It’s very cool,” she agrees, fingers brushing against Beca’s where their hands both splay protectively across her bump. “Bec, I think our baby really liked your song.”

Beca’s soft chuckle in response precedes her other hand rising to Chloe’s opposite cheek, until she can cup her face in the most delicate grasp. She pulls back from her lips, two sets of glossy blue eyes boring into one another. They do not need words, don’t need to verbalize anything to know how they are both feeling. They simply stare in a wordless exchange, Beca’s head gently nodding to tell Chloe that whatever she is thinking, however she is feeling, Beca is feeling it, too.

They have always been on the same page like that; their immeasurable love for their baby is no exception.

It really is all so, so worth it. It is so worth it for this.

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe #bechloe fic #bechloe ficlet #mine #mine:writing #mine:ficlet #won't you sing me your sweet lullaby

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urhighnessbitch · 3 years

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TW sa. So I like the kinky shit and my partners do as well, but I really really need to be alone after sex. I just need to put my clothes on or go take a shower and I don't like to be touched or talk at all. The people I've been with understand, but I don't think they like it. Like I think it makes them sad and I don't want to not fuck just bec I have trauma, but I don't want to hurt people I love? Do you have any advice for this? I'm usually submissive if that matters. Sorry I don't really know who to ask about this!

I wanted to add I have talked abt it with someone I was with because she wanted me to cuddle her and I felt bad because I just really felt panicked. Like I don't know how to have a convo when I don't feel comfortable compromising on this? So yeah in the meantime I've just been not fucking and if you don't feel comfy answering me that's totally okay!!!

Hey you! First of all, l really appreciate the triggerwarning, thank you.

What you're describing sounds really complicated because of the many things to consider - your needs, the trauma that might shape them, your partners needs, everyone's comfort, etc. so I'll try my best to include multiple angles!

As for your needs, l think you're very clear on what you need and it's good you don't let other people pressure you into doing stuff you're uncomfortable with. If you have the emotional energy to spare, maybe you could think about if that's influenced by trauma tho? Like, try and make sure you don't feel like you don't deserve aftercare?

This actually leads into another topic really well bc that might be something your partners are scared of! Just like you, they wouldn't want to hurt someone they care about, and playing into someone's trauma could def do that. I think if you could reassure them that they really aren't messing things up, that might help? And, while your ideal aftercare/post session cooldown can very well be spending time on your own, theirs might not. Doms do also need aftercare so if you were to want to play with someone who needs touch or something immediately after, you might just not be a good match. Compromising on aftercare needs isn't a good idea

As for solutions, the best l can come up with right now is to let you have space right after a session (and playing with ppl who can handle that without dropping) and then, once you've had the chance to calm down, sit down together and talk about the session or cuddle? So that these things are not aftercare but more a separate action in the hopes that it might make you more comfortable with them? I'm not sure if you're generally comfortable with them but if you were not comfortable with talking about kink or sessions at all, that might be a sign playing actually isn't a good or safe idea for you right now

Also, just because a lot of this was based on what you assume other people feel, maybe having another big talk about everyone's needs and feelings could also help everyone be more clear? Neither of us know how they actually feel rn

#also this brings up the topic of how individual kink is once again #and how much i wish ppl would represent that better in media #wont hijack this ask for that tho!!#asks

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brutal-nemesis · 3 years

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Saltwater Day 2021: Dinner Date with an Eel 💕

Feel that ocean breeze, baby! Cries in lives in a very landlocked area I hope y’all are having some fun in the salty spray ✨Today we finally get to see a Castys misadventure that I’ve talked about in the tags before: the big boy drowning incident! So sit back, relax, and enjoy the agony <3

Castys Masterlist

Ingredients: drowning, animal attack, self harm to escape danger, sort of self amputation, gore, broken bones, suicide for convenience (immortal)

Castys had jumped off of higher cliffs before. Granted, he had done it because he was too lazy to walk to the bottom, and he’d landed on solid rock, and it had been very painful for all of two seconds, so this didn’t make him any less terrified of being shoved off of this one. And yes, that’s right, he was going to be shoved off of this one, into the crashing waves below, which was certainly how he’d planned on spending the morning. Nothing better to start the day than a pointless execution!

Oh, but why are you being executed, Castys, you’re so good and noble and also immortal so this isn’t going to work is it. No, no it’s not going to work. And Castys was being “executed” because, well...turns out people don’t take too kindly to finding out you’re the dreaded Pirate King Ragnarok. As usual, he’d fought and tried to get away, and as usual he’d failed miserably. So here he was, wrists chained together behind his back, ankles chained to a stupidly large rock, and a cloth tied tightly around his mouth.

He tried not to think about having to deal with this arrangement once he was underwater, which was something he was less than excited for. There was already quite a large crowd gathered so, hey, at least he was popular. Actually, scratch that, based on the looks he was getting, he was definitely unpopular. He shifted a bit, causing the men gripping his arms to tighten their grasp. He huffed, wishing he had the ability to tell them to chill the fuck out.

“People of Meruna, we are gathered her today for the execution of the notorious-“ oh my FUCK nevermind just push him off already this whole thing was already bad enough without a speech about all his crimes and whatever. Not that he didn’t love hearing about his exploits, because fuck if he regretted any of it, but the sun was hot and he was tired of standing. That water was going to feel so good...until it was filling his lungs ugh nope don’t think about it like that he was just going for a nice swim that’s all. He was going to be in the nice, cool water without any of these assholes glaring at him, and he’d get out of these chains somehow and come back in ten years and release all their goats and that would show them.

All of a sudden, the hands on him started to push him towards the edge of the cliff, a third guard rolling the rock he was chained to along using her foot. Fuck, fuck the speech was over they were doing it he was going over the edge he’d just been joking earlier he really didn’t want to even if the water would feel good he’d rather stand out here all day because that sure as hell was better than drowning over and over and over the edge the air was rushing by the top of the cliff was getting farther and farther away any second now he-

Castys screamed into the gag as he slammed into the cold water, wasting his last breath of air like an idiot before he started to sink beneath the crashing waves, pulled down by the boulder attached to his ankles. He could only squirm uselessly as he sank deeper and deeper, the soaked-through gag filling his mouth with the taste of saltwater, just to make things even more unpleasant. His arms were killing him, and, you know what, they took the brunt of the impact with the water, so they were probably fucking broken, weren’t they? At least they would heal after...after he drowned for the first time. Already his lungs were starting to burn, but thankfully the rock had finally hit the bottom, so he wouldn’t sink any further and therefore the painful pressure on his ears wasn’t going to get any worse, at the very least.

Positives, positives, since he was probably going to be here for a while...it wasn’t so stupidly hot anymore, instead it was stupidly cold, and already his fingers were starting to go numb-nope, nope, not a positive, let’s try again. It was rather pretty down here, despite the fact that black spots were starting to cloud his vision, and also things were starting to get kinda...woozy, a little bit, a little, hell-o and goodbye, wasn’t it time now? Yeah, yes, the burning was too much it hurt hurt hurt everything was black and black was good bec-

He didn’t bother counting how many times he drowned. Maybe it would have helped pass the time or something, but, let’s be real, there were better things to focus on than how many times he’d experienced the horrible burning in his lungs and that awful lightheadedness. His broken arms had healed up, so that was something, but they were still very much shackled behind his back. If they were free he could at least get that stupid gag out of his mouth and try to fuck with the chain connecting his ankles to that dumb rock. He settled for looking around the underwater landscape surrounding him, glad that sunset was still a ways off. As far as he could tell.

When he could see and think clearly, it was kind of cool to be down here, circumstances aside. All sorts of fish, many of them varieties that he knew what they tasted like, swam around between the wavy water plants. There was even a really big lookin’ boy off in the distance that he’d seen out of the corner of his eye a few times, though it was coming closer now, and he was just starting to be able to make out...wait-was that a-great. Absolutely fantastic, just what he needed. A fucking shreilian eel. How dare he drown over and over in peace, no, no let’s add a vicious man-eating monster to the mix! At least he wasn’t bleeding, so the creature wouldn’t be immediately drawn to him. He’d get to keep his limbs intact for a little longer-wait wait wait. Okay that was absolutely crazy and sounds entirely unfun, but...it might just work.

Castys mustered as much strength as he could, ignoring the ever-present burning of his lungs, and began to clumsily bash himself against the nearby wall of stone. It was coated in barnacles and the like, but their sharp edges were just what he was looking for. Soon enough, he felt the awful sting of saltwater in the many small cuts that were now littering his arm. Fuck, that was nowhere near enough blood to get that eel over here, and his vision was starting to go dark. If he didn’t get that damn thing over here now he’d die and heal and have to do this bullshit all over again no no no get over here you stupid thing fuck yeah that feels like a nice gash it burns to high hell but so does everything and look at all that bloody water or maybe it’s just getting too dark because it is dark and...so...hurt…

When he came back to life, there was a small cloud of blood swirling in the water around him, but it was dissipating more and more by the second. He couldn’t see the eel anywhere, and if that bastard disappeared on him after all that...Instinctively, he tried to take a deep breath and ended up sucking a bunch of water up his nose like an absolute idiot, his nostrils now burning just as much as his even more waterlogged lungs. His body tried to cough, but it was just painful and useless like everything else he’d done while stuck down here, and he just ended up thrashing around like an injured fish.

Just what the eel had been waiting for.

It felt like he’d suddenly been hit by a mace, slamming him into the rocks, his arm lighting up with the pain of a thousand hot spikes, almost too intense for him to even process, the salty water magnifying every little agony tenfold. Castys was certain he would have been screaming if he had the air, and as much as this was absolutely fucking terrible, he hoped the eel would do it again. It had bitten off a good chunk of his arm as far as he could tell, but not enough to completely sever it and free him from the restraints. And for once, his horrid luck regarding avoiding pain paid off. The eel rammed into him again, ripping off more of his arm with its razor-sharp teeth and causing the bones of his forearm to crack.

Sensing his chance, Castys grabbed the manacled wrist of his shredded arm with his good hand, bit down on the gag, and pulled. He couldn’t give up, couldn’t stop, not after enduring this much, he could feel his flesh tearing, sending out sparks of agony unlike anything he’d ever known, and he had to keep pulling, pulling and jerking and tearing and twisting and praying, praying that he could rip it off before he drowned again, which, hey, kind of a weird thing to want, not that he hadn’t had to amputate his own limbs before, but weird that it was happening again, and honestly, this hurt way more than the other times, but wasn’t that always the case-and fuck there was no way he was going to be able to just snap his bones like this, and he needed it to be completely severed, and there was no time, wedge it against the rocks and pull pull pull until there was a snap and a burst of unholy agony, so intense it almost smothered the relief, so fierce it made him forget he was drowning up until the moment his oxygen-starved brain lost consciousness.

Castys’s arms were free. Well, one was free, and the other one was still manacled, attached to...what was left over after all that. He ripped the gag out of his mouth, resisting the urge to suck in mouthfuls of air that were absolutely not there. Looking down at his ankles, he wasn’t sure if-his body exploded with pain as the eel rammed into him again, taking a chunk of flesh from his side, which was definitely not where he wanted to be bitten. Gritting his teeth against the anguish that almost consumed him, he grabbed the wrist of his severed arm and clumsily smeared blood around his ankles, hoping it would entice the monster to attack them and help set him free.

It worked, and it didn’t. The eel attacked him again and again, no longer pausing in between bites to circle him. Castys wasn’t even sure where it was biting him anymore, he just knew that everything hurt, the saltwater in his wounds magnifying the pain so much that there was no discernible source. He didn’t try to fight the eel off, hoping it would just do enough damage to his legs that he could get free, but he wasn’t sure if he could have even tried to get it away from him if he wanted to. Things were getting so dizzy so fast, all of a sudden, there was nothing to do but wait and die and hurt…

When he came back to life, Castys was disappointed to find that he was not floating to the surface. In fact, one of his ankles felt kind of weird, like it wasn’t shackled anymore, but still...for fuck’s sake. One of his ankles had been freed, torn enough to shreds before he’d died that the manacle had come off, but the other one was...well the manacle wasn’t around his ankle so much as it was…in his ankle. How the fuck that had happened, he had no clue. He just knew he had to deal with it. Looking around, the eel wasn’t anywhere to be seen, probably full to bursting after its meal, and though his heart sank a little at the thought that he couldn’t rely on it anymore, he was also slightly relieved, because that thing had been vicious. It had, however, left a parting gift. He swam downwards and grabbed the smooth fang off of the sandy ocean bottom, gripping it tightly. Just a little bit more.

He had endured so much already, felt pain more intense, experienced sensations more gruesome, but this...this was more active than everything else that had happened down here. More visible. He had to make every stab and slice deliberately, had to watch the tooth do its damage, it wasn’t mindless bashing or praying he’d get bitten in the right places, but an active choice to cut his flesh away, inviting burning seawater into a wound once again, and it was difficult. Part of him wanted to stop, take a break, please, I don’t want to have to do this anymore, I want to let go, just for a little bit, please, but he knew he couldn’t, because he had to get this done before he drowned again or he’d have to start the whole damn thing over.

Relief like he’d never known washed over him as he finally managed to worm the manacle out of his shredded ankle and he felt himself start to rise. The lightheadedness was getting worse, and he wasn’t sure if he’d make it in time, so he wormed his finger into the pouch around his neck and let the death stone’s magic take him before the lack of air could. He was still rising when he came back to, and he propelled himself towards the surface with renewed strength, despite the pain of his ears popping and the odd ache in his joints.

Finally, blessedly, he made it to the surface, and air had never tasted so fucking good. Not that it wasn’t salty, but it wasn’t as salty as saltwater, and he sucked as much of it as he could into his waterlogged lungs. He looked up at the cliff towering over him, now painted with the orange of sunset instead of the gold of sunrise. He...he had been down there all day just...downing. And getting eaten. Kinda fucked. Seeing a nearby rock, he swam over to it and scampered on top, collapsing on its damp surface as he coughed up far too much fucking seawater. Fuck, his head was spinning and his joints hurt, like they probably would have if he could grow old. Well, nothing that one last death can’t fix, now that he was finally on land again.

Castys opened his eyes and sat up, feeling perfectly fine besides the awful, salty taste in his mouth. He looked over at the cliff smugly. Those bastards had tried to get rid of him for good, and they’d failed miserably. He folded down his middle fingers and placed his thumbs over them, a rude gesture in this part of the world. Seeing the remnant of his arm dangling from the manacle still attached to his left wrist, he had a devilishly gruesome idea.

The next morning, the whole town was awoken by the screams of a young couple who had gone out for a stroll.

Right there, in the middle of the town square, was part of a crudely severed arm, its fingers frozen in an obscene gesture, its skin slimy and already starting to slip off. A manacle was clamped around its wrist, attached by a short chain to the other one, which had been broken open.

The execution had failed, and that heinous pirate had escaped.

Castys Cult: @as-a-matter-of-whump @blackrosesandwhump @fanmanga1357-blog @thehopelessopus @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @hearse-song @muddy-swamp-bitch @whumpasaurus101 @yet-another-heathen @galaxywhump @starnight-whump @his-unspoken-words

#i wrote something #castys #animal attack cw #drowning cw #self amputation #self harm to escape danger #suicide for convenience #gore #hooray yall finally get his big drowning incident #sorry that it's not super drowning focused i still am not a drowning fan #it's not gory and the application of the pain is more indirect so thats why im indifferent to it #actually writing this has made me realize both how fucking batshit castys is and also that he's really determined #i was always aware that getting a sea monster to bite off his limbs so he could get out of the chains was nuts but like damn. it's very nuts #and when he was ripping off his arm like holy shit dude #you might be a rat bastard but you don't give up. stubborn stubborn man #he's like a fucking weed #castys calls kelp a plant but it's not a plant he does not have access to our biological classification scheme #that's his excuse but i will not support the spread of misinformation #yes the eel is based off the shrieking eels from princess bride #aka one of the greatest movies of all time #i dont accept criticism on this #i didnt want to use a real animal because then i would have to research behavior and shit #and i dont want people showing up like ''ACTUALLY that shark doesn't behave that way uwu''#im just very lazy and i want to bitey monster to do what i want it to do without spening hours reading behavorial articles #not that this didnt make me look at eel life cycles because EEL LARVA ARE SO FUNNY LOOKING LOOK THEM UP #THEYRE JUST BIG FLAT GLASS WIGGLES THAT GO :v #that said i did try to base the eel off of shark hunting behaviors i vaguely remember from shark week #he gets decompression sickness a bit there at the end that's why his joints hurt #saltwater day #saltwater day 2021

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suituuup · 4 years

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pandemic shenanigans

Chloe discovers TikTok and decides to do a bunch of pranks on her girlfriend

rated: T

word count: 3k

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It’s the pandemic’s fault.

Chloe was bored af one day at the start of quarantine, and decided to download TikTok, the app Gen Z has been raving about. Little did she know five minutes on the app could turn into four hours without her being aware and brought procrastination to another level.

She quickly becomes addicted to cute animal videos (duh) and couple pranks. So addicted that the temptation of trying a few on her girlfriend is too great.

i. Did you forget what today was

“Morning,” Beca mumbles, rubbing her eye with the heel of her palm as she shuffles towards the coffee pot. While Chloe’s an early bird, Beca rarely makes it out of bed before ten on the weekends, and Chloe is usually already showered and dressed by the time she does.

She and Beca live in that same studio which they used to share with Amy, until their Australian friend inherited some serious money and moved out.

It’s been really nice to have an actual bed instead of that crappy pull-out couch.

“Good morning,” Chloe chirps, craning her neck to accept the kiss Beca brushes to her lips. Beca slides in the chair across hers, pouring some milk in the bowl Chloe’s set out for her, followed by cereals.

(yes, she’s that weirdo who puts the milk first.)

“What?” Beca pauses with her first spoonful halfway to her mouth, finally noticing Chloe staring at her.

“Did you forget what today was?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, cradling her mug in her hands.

Beca blinks, and Chloe can nearly see the fuck popping up in her brain as panic flashes in her eyes. “Uh, Saturday?”

Chloe purses her lips, both to appear annoyed and to keep her bubbling laughter in. “Beca.”

Beca’s nose scrunches up. “I know, I know, gimme a sec. This is not our anniversary, or your birthday, you’re not working today so there’s nothing important regarding your job,” she lists off, her eyes lighting up a beat later. “Oh! Is it this weekend Aubrey’s coming up?”

“No,” Chloe sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I can’t believe you forgot.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Beca rushes out, standing up and crossing the distance between them to sit across Chloe’s lap. She kisses her softly, looping her arms around her neck. “I’m sorry. What’s going on today? I promise I’ll make time for it. And I’ll give you a massage tonight to make up for being a bad girlfriend. And we can eat whatever you like.” Smirking mischievously, she adds in a lower tone, “And, I’ll let you do whatever you wanna do to me later.”

Chloe grins, unable to hold it any longer. “Nothing’s going on, babe. I was just messing with you.”

Beca’s jaw falls open as she pulls back, glaring. “Not cool, dude!”

Chloe simply giggles, nuzzling her neck and pressing an apologetic kiss to Beca’s skin. “You’re cute when you’re panicking.”

A huffs puffs free and Beca pouts. “Whatever.”

Chloe tightens her hold around Beca’s waist so she can’t get away. “Can I still do whatever I want to you tonight?”

The whimper that rises from Beca’s throat shoots a chill down her spine. Beca’s cheeks redden and she squirms a little in Chloe’s lap. “Yeah--yes.”

Safe to say Chloe won’t be uploading that video on TikTok. She also won’t tell Beca this was a Tiktok prank, because this turned out to be a lot of fun and she’s got more up her sleeve.

ii. climb on their lap while they’re busy doing something else

Friday nights are Chloe’s favorite. As none of them work during the weekends, it means they get two whole days of quality time with each other. Tonight though, her highly professional girlfriend needs to take care of a few work things to make sure she can spend a stress free weekend, but it’s been hours, and Chloe is kind of craving some attention.

Beca’s working on her laptop while sitting on the couch, and after changing into her PJ’s, Chloe unceremoniously curls up sideways on her lap, looping her arms around her shoulders and resting her forehead against the side of Beca’s neck.

“Oh,” Beca breathes out, setting her computer aside before her arms loosely wrap around Chloe’s body. “Hello.”

“Hi,” Chloe murmurs back, brushing a kiss to Beca’s neck and releasing a soft sigh of contentment.

Beca’s hand runs up and down her thigh as she pushes a kiss to Chloe’s hair. “You alright?”

Chloe hums, forgetting all about her phone propped against one of the shelves capturing the moment to make a TikTok, instead basking in the instant comfort being in Beca’s arms provides.

Beca peppers her face with soft, featherlight kisses that make Chloe warm from the inside out. She really is a slut for Beca’s affection. “M’sorry I had to work tonight.”

Chloe smiles. “It’s okay.” She pecks Beca’s lips and brushes her nose against hers. “I’m heading to bed. Don’t work too late, babe.”

Beca nods, winking softly. “Right behind you.”

True to her word, Beca slides under the covers less than five minutes later and tugs Chloe’s body against her own. Chloe releases another happy sigh, which is cut-off by a yelp when Beca runs her freezing toes along Chloe’s bare calf.

“Becs!” She cries, moving away and slapping her arm. “Your feet are freaking icicles!”

Beca snickers like a teenager, seemingly very proud of her act.

“Put some socks on.”

Beca’s nose scrunches up adorably. “Ew. No way.”

“Then stay on your side,” Chloe grumbles, tugging the covers higher around her as she rolls away from Beca, settling on her opposite side.

“Sorry,” Beca whispers into the dark, shuffling closer. “I won’t do it again.”

She feels her resolve break as Beca’s lips trace a trail from her exposed shoulder blade to the side of her neck. She hates her traitorous body for not having any willpower when it comes to Beca’s ministrations. “You better not, or I’ll kick you,” she half-jokes.

“Kinky,” Beca breathes along with a soft laugh, pressing one final kiss to Chloe’s cheek as she drapes her arm around her middle. “I love you.”

Chloe laces their fingers and squeezes. “I love you too, weirdo.”

iii. walking out naked while they’re in a zoom meeting

“Well what doesn’t he like about it?” Beca’s voice carries from the living-room as Chloe stands in their bedroom, a towel wrapped around her naked frame.

That video of her and Beca cuddling on the couch blew up, hitting 3 millions views and about 400k likes. The few homophobic comments that popped up were quickly drowned out by thousands of people gushing over their relationship or crying about wanting the same kind of relationship.

Beca was of course aware Chloe would post that video on the internet and weirdly wasn’t opposed to it.

“Again?” She hears her girlfriend sigh and steps out, losing the towel as she rounds the corner. “I mean, yeah, sure. I’ll see what I--”

Beca’s words die on her tongue the second her eyes flicker up from her computer screen. Her jaw drops and her mouth gapes wordlessly for a few seconds.

Chloe is briefly concerned she might have broken her girlfriend.

“Beca?” Her boss’ voice carries through the speakers, snapping Beca back to her meeting.

“Yes, yeah-- um-- sorry, I…” She stammers as her cheeks burn, and clears her throat. Her eyes quickly glance back to Chloe, who is fighting against a string of giggles. “I’ll-- I’ll work on something else, no problem.”

“Alright, keep me posted.”

Beca nods. “See ya.” She shuts her computer so fast Chloe’s concerned she might have damaged it. “You’re evil,” she mutters, shaking her head.

“Are you complaining?” Chloe husks, strutting over in her birthday suit and tossing her phone on the couch.

Beca visibly swallows, bracing on Chloe’s waist as she settles down her lap. “Never. But next time try not to give me a heart attack?”

“Deal,” Chloe murmurs, bending down to capture Beca’s lips in a searing kiss.

iv. Ask them what they would do if they were at a party and a hot girl came up to them

“Hey Bec?”

“Mm?”

It’s a rainy rainy afternoon, the ones Chloe loves as they don’t have anywhere to be, and she gets to chill on the couch with her favorite person while listening to the rain pelting against the window.

Chloe’s head is on Beca’s lap as she lies on the couch, reading a book while Beca messes around on her phone. Beca has absentmindedly been scratching her scalp, and Chloe was about to fall asleep when she got a prank idea. She discreetly propped up her phone against her mug on the coffee table a minute ago, pressing record.

“What would you do if you were at a party and a hot girl came up to you?”

Beca lowers her phone, peering at Chloe over it. “What do you mean?”

Bending her knees, Chloe shifts to sit up and faces Beca. “What would you do if a hot girl flirted with you?”

“You know I don’t know when people flirt with me, right?”

Yes, Chloe does know. She lost count of how many times she’s flirted with Beca over their four years of friendship pre-getting together without Beca having a freaking clue.

“Okay, but still,” Chloe clears her throat and straightens a bit from her slouched position, tucking her legs underneath her. “Let’s say you’re at a party, and I’m a random girl, not your girlfriend, alright?”

Beca rolls her eyes but nods anyway, setting her phone down and angling her body towards Chloe a bit more.

Chloe props her elbow on the back of the couch and cradles the side of her head in her palm as she smiles softly, getting into character. She reaches out to run the tip of her pointer finger along Beca’s forearm while keeping her gaze locked on hers, her teeth racking over her bottom lip in an over-the-top flirty move. “Hi.”

“Hey you,” Beca murmurs with a small smirk, leaning closer a little. Chloe swats the back of her head. “Ow! What was that for??”

“It’s not me,” she reminds Beca as the brunette rubs the spot with a glare.

“Sorry, it’s just hard to remember that with those eyes of yours,” Beca laughs. “I can’t focus, they’re pulling me in.”

“Aw,” Chloe beams. She leans in to peck Beca’s lips, raising an eyebrow when Beca pushes her away.

“Dude, I’ve got a girlfriend.”

Chloe rolls her eyes, shoving her as Beca laughs. “Touché.”

v. ask them if they still get butterflies

“Bec?”

“Mmm.”

Spring morphed into summer. A hot, sticky and humid summer. The pandemic is still very much a thing, and Chloe can’t even tell you what day of the week it is anymore. To make things worse, their AC is down, which is why they find themselves on the rooftop of their apartment building that evening, laying on a couple blankets as they stare up at the night sky. Chloe misses the hundreds of stars she would gaze at when she was a kid in Oregon, but she sort of finds the steady sound of cars passing by in the street below them soothing.

Or you know, maybe it’s the joint she smoked twenty minutes ago with her girlfriend that is finally hitting her.

“Do you still get butterflies?”

Beca’s head rolls to the side so she can look at her. “Still?” She asks, smirking softly. “They never left.”

Chloe giggles, shoving her lightly. Beca is known to grow sappy and affectionate when she’s high, and Chloe absolutely loves it. “Dork.”

“Felt them just this morning when you were singing in the kitchen while making breakfast and almost pinched myself because I still have to wrap my head around the fact that I get to marry you.”

Chloe does a double-take as she registers Beca’s words. “What?” Her voice is barely there, hidden under the layers of emotions seizing her throat.

“Well… yeah,” Beca shrugs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re like, it for me, you know?”

Moments where Beca splits herself open like that are rare, and they never fail to make Chloe’s heart soar.

“Are you going to say something Beale or keep staring at me like a weirdo?” Beca eventually quips, chuckling softly.

Chloe shakes her head a little, then leans forward to push a lingering kiss against Beca’s lips. “I love you, future wife.”

She feels Beca sigh contentedly as she curls up against her side, her arm wounding around Chloe’s back. “I love you, too.”

vi. sigh loudly in front of them

“What’s wrong?”

It’s day two hundred something of quarantine. Chloe is bored out of her mind.

“Nothing,” she whispers, keeping her tone unconvincing on purpose. She’s lying on the couch while Beca sits at the end working on her computer, a Friends rerun playing low on the TV.

Beca shuts her computer and sets it on the coffee table before crawling up Chloe’s body and settling on top of her. She presses a light kiss to the side of Chloe’s neck. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” Chloe hums, looping her arms around her girlfriend’s waist.

“I can stop working,” Beca suggests softly, placing another kiss to her chin, then to the tip of her nose. “Wanna go grab some Chick-fil-A? Then we can watch one of those cheesy rom coms that you like.”

“M’okay,” Chloe agrees quietly. “Can we just cuddle for a bit?”

“Yeah,” Beca breathes. “Course we can.” She settles her head on Chloe’s chest, lifting it a second later. “Wait, is this a TikTok thing?” Upon Chloe nodding, she groans. “My reputation is taking a blow with each one of those, you know that right?”

A giggle bursts past Chloe’s lips. “I’m sorry, your what?”

That earns her a glare. “Bite me, Beale.”

vii. wipe their kiss away

“I hate this fucking pandemic,” Beca grumbles as she makes it inside, kicking the door shut with a little more force than necessary. “I hate those Karens who don’t wear masks,” she continues as she hoists her two grocery bags on the kitchen counter. “Scratch that, I just hate people in general.” Beca eventually takes off her mask, heaving out a sigh as she drops it onto the counter. “Finally.”

Chloe smiles in amusement, walking over to start putting the groceries away. “Thanks for going out, babe.”

“No problem.” She pecks Chloe’s lips on her way to store the yogurt in the fridge, doing a double-take when Chloe wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Did you just… wipe my kiss away?”

“What? No I didn’t,” Chloe replies innocently.

Beca stares at her, cocking an eyebrow. “Was it not up to your standards or something?”

“I mean…” Chloe shrugs nonchalantly. “It was just a peck.”

“Mmm.” She resumes her task, closing the door to the fridge behind her before making her way over to where Chloe is standing, setting her hands on her hips from behind and coaxing her to turn around.

“What are you--” the rest of her sentence is cut off by a moan as Beca’s lips capture her own. Chloe’s knees wobble from the heat of the kiss, its intensity sending shockwaves throughout her body, all the way down to her toes. She’s left in a daze by the time Beca pulls away, blinking twice in slow succession as she rolls her swollen lips together. “Holy shit.”

Beca puffs out her chest a little, smirking. “That’s better.”

Groceries forgotten, Chloe slides her hand into hers and drags her to the bedroom.

viii. call them your spouse during a phone conversation

“I’m home,” Chloe calls out as she steps inside their studio apartment. She pauses in the doorway, taking in her surroundings.

Their small kitchen table is beautifully set, two candles lit on each side and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers sitting in the center. Soft acoustic music is playing through Beca’s portable speaker. “Hey, you.”

“What’s all this?” Chloe asks, smiling brightly as she slings her purse off her shoulder, setting it down.

Beca approaches, a sheepish smile spreading across her features. “Well… because of this freaking pandemic, we haven’t been out in months, so I thought we could just do a home-date. I ordered from your favorite sushi place, should be here any minute.”

“Aww.” Shrugging off her jacket, Chloe steps up to place a soft kiss to Beca’s lips. “You’re sweet. And very sexy,” she adds with an eyebrow waggle, taking in Beca’s fancy jumpsuit and hairdo. “I’m gonna go change real quick.”

Chloe hurries to the bedroom and opens her closet to pick something; she can’t remember the last time she wore a dress, her main outfit having consisted of a hoodie and sweatpants for the better part of the year. Plucking her navy blue, knee length dress out, she changes into it and takes ten minutes to arrange her hair and put on light make-up.

Beca is on the phone as she steps back out into the kitchen, grinning when Chloe appears. “Yep, got it. Listen, I gotta go, my wife and I are about to eat dinner.”

Chloe freezes mid-step, her heart stuttering as she registers the term Beca used.

“Sorry about that,” Beca says once she’s hung up, casting Chloe a smile as she sets her phone down.

“You just called me your wife,” Chloe murmurs, her eyes shrinking suspiciously a beat later. A gasp follows when it hits her. “Wait, are you TikTok pranking me??” Her gaze quickly sweeps the room. “Where’s the camera, Mitchell?”

Beca simply grins, shaking her head as she reaches for something in her pocket. “Not a prank, babe.”

Shocked eyes lifting from the square velvet box nestled in Beca’s palm, Chloe watches as Beca steps closer and lowers herself on one knee. Her heart trips dangerously and she stops breathing altogether. “Bec, you better not be lying.”

The way she seems nervous all of the sudden tells Chloe this is definitely not a prank. “Chloe--”

“Yes,” Chloe croaks out, tears pooling in her eyes as her head bobs up and down in a frantic nod.

Beca’s chuckle comes out strained as she blinks back the moisture in her own eyes. “Dude, let me ask the question at least.”

“Sorry.” Chloe clamps her lips together and squeezes Beca’s hand to wordlessly let her know she may keep going.

“Chloe,” Beca repeats, her voice wavering slightly. “This year has been weird as fuck, and the most challenging one yet, but despite everything, I had a near constant smile on my face because of you. You’re my best friend, and the most beautiful person I know, inside and out.” She sucks in a deep breath through her nose, letting go of Chloe’s hand to open the box. Chloe gasps softly at the sight of a simple, yet elegant oval cut diamond set on a rose gold band. “Will you make me the happiest person on earth by accepting to become my wife?”

“Yes.” She tugs on Beca’s hand, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as soon as she straightens. “I love you so much.”

Beca grins against her mouth, backing away just enough to seek out Chloe’s eyes. “I love you, too.”

As she stands there basking in this new, overwhelming wave of feelings, Chloe decides that 2020 wasn’t that bad, after all.

#bechloe #bechloe fic #chloe beale #beca mitchell

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jayankles · 4 years

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Only at Home

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader x Seth Rollins (Fergal x Reader x Colby)

Word Count: 747

Summary: Finn’s extremely late to dinner, you can’t help the tears as you wait for him.

Warnings: smut (oral fr, fingering, orgasm denial)

Kinktober Day 26: Orgasm Denial - @becs-bunker

You were close to tears, you thanked the dark surroundings of the restaurant that hardly anyone in there could see you. Some of the staff gave you sympathetic looks when they walked past your table.

Huffing and panting, your bottom lip quivers as tears spill down your cheeks. Slamming your hand down on the table, your fingers gripped hold of the long table cloth. Your mouth fell open when you finally laid eyes on your boyfriend, finally!

“Hi, love.” Ferg whispers, bending over and pressing his lips to yours. “I thought Colby was supposed to be here with you.”

Your eyes followed him as he took a seat across from you, licking his bottom lip before he picked up a menu.

“Oh-ah, he’s here,” you said, your body flinching at another flick. Inconspicuously, you looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was nearby. With a hand on your head - to make it look like you were fixing your hair - your eyes flickering from his to below the table, finger pointing down before playing with your earlobe. “And he’s being mean, Fergie. Colby isn’t letting me come.”

“Want me to fix that for ya.” He teases and you hate it. That smug smile painted on his face, you’ve been teased enough and you don’t want it to continue any further.

When you were about to come, Colby drew his mouth away from your core, leaving you pulsing around your now empty pussy and frustrated that once again you were so close to coming and Colby chose to pull away. This time with Ferg there, you hoped he would talk some sense into Colby but obviously you were wrong.

Pouting, you silently pleaded with the Irishman when Colby had risen from under the table. The latter wiping at his mouth, adjusting his shirt as he found the seat he had left vacant almost as soon as he arrived. The man the rest of the world knew as Finn smiled. Soft but at the same time sinister. Ferg hiked up his jeans, pushing out his chair as quietly as possible before he sunk down onto his knees and crawled under the table. Finally, he was going to finish what Colby had started almost 20 minutes prior to Ferg’s arrival.

He inched closer and closer, feeling his hot breath soothe over your core. Spreading your legs wider, the skirt of your dress still bunched up over your thighs. You could feel him smirk against you when he pressed his lips to your pussy, tongue flicking over your already extremely wet cunt. Glancing over the other side of the table, Colby grinning with his teeth on show; he looked a little too proud of his handy work, proud that he knew Ferg would do the same thing as he did.

Ferg’s tongue circled around your clit before it dipped into your aching pussy. Your fingers dive under the table cloth to find his hair, it was as much as Colby’s but it was still fun to run your fingers through the shorter strands. Maybe you would be able to silently persuade him to let you come unlike your other boyfriend.

He adds one of his digits into your pussy, then another and all you can do is hope that he lets you come because you were so close, so tightly wound that you were already about to explode. You find Colby leaning back, your thighs try to close around Ferg’s head when you see Colby palming himself over his jeans.

You beckoned the latter over to you and surprisingly he complied with your fingers orders. The only orders that he had decided to follow tonight. He joined you on your side of the booth. Colby tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, you couldn't help it when your stomach fluttered at the motion followed by the way he held your face in his hand.

Pressing his lips to yours, he stopped the groan you anticipated from leaving your lips. You thought Ferg would let you come at least once but he refused. How many more times could the both of them edge you. You needed to come!

“Please, Fergie!” You quietly hissed, more tears spilling over.

“Sorry, love, you really think we’re going to let you come in a public place.”

Colby sniggered, hand travelling from your neck to your tits, groping at them. “You only get to come at home, Y/N. You should know this by now.”

#becskinktoberfest #finn balor x reader #seth rollins x reader #finn balor x reader x seth rollins #fergal x reader x colby #fergal devitt x reader #colby lopez x reader #fergal devitt x reader x colby lopez #jayankles #jayankles writes #bailey writes

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massivedrickhead · 4 years

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could you write maybe something about beca and chloe at a farmer's market at their first christmas together as a couple starting up new traditions? like getting hot chocolate, picking ornaments and a tree, stuff like that

Naturally I couldn’t write just normal Christmas fluff, I had to add a bit of angsty hurt/comfort in there. So, trigger warning: alcoholism is mentioned.

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Saturday mornings were Beca’s favourite time of the week for two reasons.

One, she got to sleep through them, catching up on all the sleep she’d lost through the week.

Two, she got to sleep through them with Chloe.

Chloe, the perpetual early bird, the seizer of every moment, had finally relented and given Beca this one lazy morning.

(Beca had tried to get Sunday morning too, but Chloe said she was pushing it.)

So on Saturdays they lay warm and comfortable, wrapped in each others arms, under layers of blankets because they couldn’t keep the heating 24 hours a day, and New York winters were cold.

They’d sleep late, waking up every few hours to exchange lazy kisses, before falling asleep again, eventually waking up to eat a late breakfast (read: lunch).

Except this Saturday was different.

Chloe was tugging the blankets away from Beca, or trying to at least, and telling her to get up and shower or they’d be late.

“Late for what?” Beca mumbled, her grip on the blankets surprisingly strong for 8 am.

“The Christmas market!”

“It is November 28th,” Beca said, incredulously, finally giving up and allowing Chloe to whip the blankets away.

“Exactly! So we need to go buy our decorations if we’re gonna stick to our plan!”

Beca sat up, brows furrowed, hair sticking up at every possible angle.

“I knew that plan would come back to bite me.”

“Come on, up! Up! Up!” Chloe said, each up punctuated by a clap of her hands.

Begrudgingly Beca climbed out of the safety and warmth of bed and made the quick cold dash to the shower. She felt herself relax as the hot water came sputtering out of the shower head and chased away the cold of their bathroom.

Their plan - or Beca and Chloe’s awesome best Christmas ever, as Chloe had dubbed it - had been finalised only a few days before.

It was their first real Christmas living together as a couple that would be spent just the two of them.

Chloe’s mom had video called her and said that as all her kids were grown up now, her and Chloe’s dad would be going on vacation for Christmas from now on.

Chloe had pouted and pleaded but her mom’s mind was made up. She said they had to start making new traditions now that they were getting older, and Chloe should do the same.

Chloe was still miserable when Beca had gotten home from work late that night.

“You know, we could start making our own traditions,” Beca said, trying to coax Chloe out of her bad mood. “That’s the fun part about growing up, right? When you’re a kid you just do what you’ve always done, but when you grow up and you start your new family, you get to try new things. Mix things up a bit. Create new traditions that you get to pass on.”

“I guess,” Chloe mumbled, allowing Beca to put an arm around her and squeeze her into a side hug.

“Come on,” Beca said, squeezing again, “let’s think of some things we can do.”

And so they spent the next hour making their plan.

“The Christmas decorations go up the first weekend in December,” Chloe said, writing the first part of their plan. “So we should buy decorations soon.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “But no lights that make noise or dancing Santas or anything.”

“Agreed,” Chloe said. “How do you feel about flashing lights?” Beca pulled a face. “Me too.”

“Christmas Eve we get take-out,” Beca said, realising this was her only Christmas tradition she wanted to carry over. “Chinese.”

“Sure,” Chloe said. “But you’re skipping ahead. We have a lot of December to fill. Christmas movies every weekend until Christmas Day.”

“Christmas movie,” Beca said. “You get one per weekend.”

“Two,” Chloe said, grinning, knowing she would win any negotiation.

“Fine. One on Saturday, one on Sunday,” Beca said.

“Deal,” Chloe said. “Naturally Christmas music while we decorate.”

“Naturally,” Beca said. “But no Glee cover versions.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“Christmas sweaters?”

“Sure.”

“Matching?”

“Absolutely not.”

It carried on like that until they had their December planned out. And Beca wouldn’t admit it, but she was actually kind of excited about their first solo Christmas. They had spent last year with Chloe’s family, and the year before they hadn’t been dating so while Chloe had gone home, Beca had hung around in New York with anyone she could find who was still in town.

She’d had no desire to go back to her home town for Christmas for a long time now.

So she was excited to have Christmas plans that she could look forward to.

That was until Chloe had woken her up at 8 am on a Saturday so she could drag her around a Christmas market in New York.

“Is it gonna be crowded?” Beca asked, gratefully accepting a cup of coffee from Chloe as she left their bedroom, now fully dressed.

“Maybe,” Chloe said. “If we get there early enough it shouldn’t be too bad. Plus it’s not even December yet. I think it’ll get busier the longer we leave it.”

“Maybe next year we should do our Christmas shopping in June,” Beca said.

“I know you’re kidding but I promise you my Aunt Cheryl was fully wrapped by August,” Chloe said. “Anyway, don’t worry about the crowds. I’ll make sure you don’t get lost.”

“Okay, take it easy, you’re like an inch taller than me,” Beca said, rolling her eyes.

“If you say so,” Chloe said. “Okay, it opens soon, are you ready to go?”

They left their apartment, made the short but freezing walk to the subway, and about half an hour later they reached their stop.

“Hot chocolate?” Chloe asked, taking holding of Beca’s hand and pulling her towards where the market was set up.

“Good idea,” Beca said, shivering, her breath coming out in white clouds.

Beca looked around while Chloe ordered their drinks. It wasn’t too busy yet, she was glad to see, but she knew it was only likely to stay that way for another few hours. She hoped she’d be back in their apartment by lunch, but Chloe likely had other ideas.

“Here you go,” Chloe said, handing over a cup. “So, where first?”

“Lead the way,” Beca said, gesturing towards the many stalls laid out in front of them.

They spent the next few hours weaving through the crowds as they looked at every stall. Chloe bought them almost matching Christmas sweaters - one for Chloe reading ‘I’m on the nice list’ and one for Beca which said ‘I’m on the naughty list’ - to which Beca had tried to protest.

“Are you telling me you’ve been a good girl this year, Beca? After the noises you made last night?” Chloe asked with a wink, causing Beca to blush furiously and stop complaining.

“I’m not wearing it in public,” Beca muttered.

“Duh, they’re for Christmas Day,” Chloe had replied, pulling her towards another stall that sold Christmas tree ornaments.

Chloe picked up some generic baubles, as well as some that seemed more personal to her. She grabbed a dog, a treble clef, and a teacup.

“Spotted any that speak to you?” Chloe asked.

Beca shrugged, but her eyes were fixed on what looked like a little ornament of a carton of Chinese takeout.

“This one?” Chloe asked.

Beca cleared her throat. “Yeah,” she said, trying to avoid Chloe’s eyes as she picked it up.

“What about the red panda?”

“Oh I didn’t even see him!” Beca said, almost squealing.

“Get the guitar too,” Chloe said, laughing at Beca’s reaction. “Then we have three each.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “I’ll get these, you bought the sweaters. Do you wanna get a star?”

“My Mom is gonna send our old one with some other bits, if that’s okay?”

“Fine with me,” Beca said before she paid and they carried on walking, Chloe’s hand never leaving hers the entire time.

Chloe bought them some lunch once they reached what seemed to be the end of the first half of the market. They still had to walk down the other side so Beca was predicting they’d be here another hour at least.

“Doing okay?” Chloe asked, knowing how much Beca hated crowds.

Beca nodded, loosening the scarf around her neck as they sat at one of the picnic tables set out by the food stalls.”How much longer?”

“We can stop whenever you want, Becs, you know that right?” Chloe asked, looking at her with concern filled eyes.

“I know,” Beca said, smiling, waiting for her Mac and Cheese to cool. “I was just wondering.”

Chloe pulled up the list on her phone and started ticking things off.

“It looks like we’ve got everything we came for. We can head back now if you want?”

“You wanna see the rest though, right?” Beca asked.

“Well, yeah, but I can come back another time.” Chloe said.

Beca shook her head. “I’m good. We can see the rest. Just promise I won’t have to move out of bed until at least noon tomorrow.”

“And that’s different from how you normally spend your Sunday?”

“Sorry, I should have clarified, you’ll need to stay in bed with me.”

“I guess I can agree to that,” Chloe said.

It was a week later and Chloe was dragging their newly purchased tree into their living room, close to the window so it could be seen from outside.

She was wearing a Santa hat, had tinsel wrapped around her neck like a scarf, and was singing along to their Christmas playlist.

Beca was sitting on the arm of the sofa, getting seemingly more and more frustrated as she tried to untangle the lights.

“These are brand-new lights,” Beca muttered. “How are they already tangled?”

“Give them here,” Chloe said. “You just don’t have the magic touch.”

“That’s not what you said last night.”

“Very funny,” Chloe said, holding out her hands for the lights.

Beca handed them over but before she could say anything else, she was cut off by her phone buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out and sighed, lowering the volume on the music.

“It’s my Mom,” she said, pressing the green button and moving out of the living room and towards the bedroom. “Hey mom.”

Chloe frowned and bit her lip, wondering if she should continue.

This was something they should be doing together, but she also knew Beca usually ended up in a crappy mood after she spoke to her Mom.

Their relationship had been strained for as long as Chloe had known Beca, but she never really found out much about it. Beca didn’t speak about her much, and always clammed up whenever Chloe would ask, even now.

Chloe focused on detangling the lights, but decided she wouldn’t do any of the actual decorating until Beca came back.

It was almost an hour later when Beca came out of their bedroom and dropped onto the sofa beside Chloe.

“You okay?” Chloe asked, looking up from her phone.

Beca gave a non-committal grunt and turned to look at the tree. “You didn’t make much progress. Couldn’t untangle the lights?”

“Please, I did that in like 5 minutes. I wanted to wait for you.”

“I’m sorry,” Beca said, running a hand through her hair. “I didn’t mean to take that long but…” Beca shook her head as she trailed off. “It doesn’t matter.” She pulled out her phone and restarted their playlist which had ended while Beca had been talking to her Mom. “Ready to carry on?”

Chloe smiled and nodded, and the two returned to their tree.

When it was decorated with a combination of the new stuff they had bought together, and the old stuff Chloe’s Mom had sent they both stood for a minute, smiling at their handiwork. Chloe’s arms came to wrap around Beca’s waist, her chin resting on Beca’s shoulder.

“I love it,” Chloe said, giving Beca a squeeze and kissing the side of her neck.

“Me too,” Beca said.

The soft white lights wrapped around the tree glowed with warmth against the now dark sky, the streetlights below barely reaching the window of their apartment.

It filled Beca with a feeling of cosiness and contentment that she didn’t usually associate with this time of year. Or any time of year for that matter.

“You know, if you wanted to talk about stuff with your Mom you can?” Chloe said, cautiously, feeling Beca tense beneath her arms.

“I’m good,” Beca said. “What movie are we watching?”

“Elf,” Chloe said, squeezing Beca even tighter.

Two weeks later, Chloe woke up in the middle of the night freezing cold and instinctively reached out for Beca. When her hand met cold sheets instead of Beca’s warm body, she opened her eyes, frowning.

It was then she realised she could hear Beca’s voice coming from the next room. She checked her phone and saw it was almost 2 am.

Frowning, she stepped out of bed and into the living room, pulling on her robe as she went.

“Mom, I can’t have this conversation with you again,” Beca said, pinching the bridge of her nose as she paced the living room. “I’m not in Barden anymore, Mom, I can’t just come over. We’ve been through this, I’m in New York.”

Chloe watched as Beca traced one of the ornaments on their now dark tree with her finger.

“Look, I’m gonna go, okay? It’s late. Yeah. Yeah I know.”

Chloe heard Beca suck in a breath the way she always did when she was trying not to cry.

“I love you too,” Beca said, her voice breaking. She swallowed hard, forcing her voice to stay steady. “I’m gonna call Grandma tomorrow, okay? She can check on you.”

When she ended the call she jumped as she felt Chloe’s arms wrap around her, but she soon relaxed into her. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” Chloe said. She tugged Beca’s hand and pulled her towards the window. “Look, it’s snowing.”

They sat on the floor, the Chloe’s back against the wall, Beca’s back against Chloe’s front, and they looked looked out the window, watching the snow drift down, turning yellow as it fell under the light of the streetlights.

They were quiet for a while until Beca finally spoke.

“She’s drinking again,” Beca said, tapping her phone against her leg. “She’s been calling more and more. Wanting me to go over. She… She’s always had trouble with her short term memory, and it only gets worse when she drinks. She thinks I’m still in Georgia.”

“I’m sorry Becs,” Chloe said. “It must be hard being away from her at times like this.”

Beca sniffed and rested a hand on Chloe’s leg, her thumb brushing against the soft fabric of her pyjamas. “Does it make me a shitty person if I say I’m glad I’m not in Georgia right now?”

“No,” Chloe said. “Of course not.”

“I don’t… I don’t like seeing her like this. It just… It reminds me of being a kid, a while after after they got divorced but before my Mom lost custody. She drank a lot then. Sometimes it was kinda fun. She’d let me skip school and we’d go on these adventures together or we’d stay up late eating pizza and playing video games. And then… It was like flipping a switch. She’d just… change. She used to scare me.”

Chloe’s grip tightened around Beca’s waist, and she pressed her lips into the back of her head.

“She knows I’ll only visit when she’s sober. And maybe that makes me selfish. I know I should be there when she needs me. She’s my Mom. I love her,” Beca said, cutting herself off as her voice broke again.

“I know,” Chloe said, softly, pulling her closer. “You’re allowed to put yourself first. You shouldn’t go back to an environment that’s bad for you. And you’re the least selfish person I know. I love you, so so much.”

“I love you too,” Beca said, wiping her eyes as they continued to watch the snow which had only gotten heavier. “It wasn’t all bad,” Beca said, after a while. “Before she started really drinking, we had some good times together, just the two of us. For years. Christmas Eve was always my favourite day of the year.”

“Chinese takeout?”

“Yeah,” Beca said with a small laugh. “She’d order my favourite and we’d have like a slumber party in the living room, watching movies and drinking hot chocolate. She said if I could stay awake until midnight, I’d be allowed to open one present. I never made it,” Beca said, smiling at the memory. “Even when things were really bad, when her drinking was at its worst, that was the one day that would always be good. Christmas wasn’t really the same when I had to move in with my Dad and Sheila. He tried but I guess I was just too angry and closed off by then.” Beca turned to face Chloe now. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For giving me a proper Christmas. For giving me new traditions and letting me reconnect with old ones. For being you.” She leaned forward to kiss her, and Chloe knelt up to meet her halfway.

“Chlo’ if I’m out of scotch tape can I use masking tape?” Beca called from the bedroom, two days before Christmas.

“No,” Chloe called back from the living room. Beca’s last present for Chloe had finally arrived, so she had spent the last few hours locked in their bedroom wrapping presents.

“I have more clear tape,” Chloe said, rummaging in a kitchen drawer until she found some.

“Don’t come in!” Beca said, in a panicked voice. She opened the door and quickly closed it behind her.

“Here,” Chloe said. “Are you gonna be much longer? I’m bored.”

“Almost done,” Beca said, returning to their bedroom and shutting the door.

“Here you go,” Chloe said, handing Beca her container of take-out Chinese and a pair of chopsticks.

“Thank you,” Beca said, grinning as she dug in. Chloe set two mugs of hot chocolate down on the coffee table, and pressed play on Netflix.

“Thank you for tolerating all my movies this month,” Chloe said, smiling as the opening music for Home Alone played.

“This one gets a free pass. It’s a classic.”

“I agree.”

“So,” Beca said, swallowing a mouthful of orange chicken. “If I stay up until midnight do I get to open a present early?”

“Sure,” Chloe said, grinning. “But you’ve been yawning since 6:30, I don’t think you’re gonna make it.”

To her credit, Beca lasted until 10:30 pm, falling asleep with 20 minutes to go in Home Alone 2.

When Chloe switched the movie off, the only light in the room was coming from the tree and the string of fairy lights around their window. She thought that Beca looked beautiful in the soft glow of the lights, her face relaxed and free of the stress she had been carrying around the last few weeks.

Still, she was a little disappointed she hadn’t made it until midnight, there was one gift she had wanted to give her tonight.

The next morning, Chloe tried to coax Beca out of bed at 7 am, with promises of coffee and pancakes for breakfast, but Beca would not budge.

“But it’s Christmas morning,” Chloe pouted.

“It’ll still be Christmas morning in an hour,” Beca mumbled, tugging Chloe back to bed, and curling around her to stop her moving again. “You don’t need to be up so early, you’re not 6.”

“And you don’t need to sleep all morning, you’re not 15.”

“Touche,” Beca mumbled. “Merry Christmas by the way.”

“Merry Christmas,” Chloe said, grinning.

After another 40 minutes of dosing in bed, Beca finally let Chloe drag her up.

They ate breakfast in their Christmas pyjamas, and then, at Chloe’s request, they got dressed in their almost-matching sweaters and took a selfie in front of their tree.

As they exchanged gifts, they both got increasingly more nervous. Something neither of them realised as they were too preoccupied with their own nerves to be focused on the other person.

“I, um, actually have one more for you,” Beca said, standing. “Two seconds.” She moved into the bedroom.

“Yeah, I do too,” Chloe said, reaching towards the back of the tree where the final present was hidden.

After a few minutes of silence, Beca spoke up from the bedroom.

“Chlo’, can you come in here for a minute?”

Chloe suddenly got a weird feeling in her stomach, and the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile.

“Actually Beca, I kinda need you in here,” Chloe said.

There was a small silence.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“It can’t wait?”

“No.”

Another small silence.

“Meet halfway?” Beca asked.

“Okay,” Chloe said. She stood from where she was in the living room and moved so she was in front of the window.

Beca left the bedroom, something held behind her back, and she walked until she was standing in front of Chloe.

Without a word, they both dropped to one knee.

“Chloe Beale.”

“Rebeca Mitchell.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Will you marry me?”

“Duh.”

They both laughed and kissed until they had to stop, happy tears streaming down both of their faces.

“I know we haven’t been officially together that long,” Beca said, wiping her eyes as she slid the ring onto Chloe’s finger. “But you’re my soulmate. I don’t ever want to be with anybody else.”

“I love you so much, Beca. I feel like I waited my whole life for you,” Chloe said, sliding the ring onto Beca’s finger. “I want spend the rest of it with you.”

“Best Christmas ever,” Beca said, still laughing and crying.

“Almost as good as the year we got a Wii,” Chloe said, earning a smack on the arm from Beca.

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

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11,20 for Ethan and MC

11. things you said when you were drunk 20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

From the things you said prompt list. Send me a pairing and number and I’ll write a mini fic!

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Drunk Thoughts Have Sober Consequences

Donahue’s was dimly lit and oddly quiet that Tuesday evening; mostly just residents who completed their midday shifts and came to unwind for a little while after happy hour ended.

Instead of laying back and relaxing, one small group of residents was deliberating, drunkenly devising a plan to save Edenbrook from impending closure.

Their faces lit up when Bryce came up with a halfway decent plan.

Becca nearly jumped out of her seat as she exclaimed, “That’s brilliant, Bryce! It just might work!”

The gaggle briefly celebrated with cheers and clinking of their glasses before their chatter moved onto more logistics.

Elijah piped in with, “What would Ramsey think?” It was Ethan’s team after all.

The grand plan would be to change the ethos of the Diagnostics Team, taking on high-profile patients so those profits could offset the cost of pro bono work.

“Who cares what Ramsey thinks?” Becca was quick to scoff.

Ever since Ethan rejected her a few short weeks ago, things have been tense between them. They were able to move past it in most ways, putting her professional development at the forefront; it’s the most important thing between them. For every single denial of his feelings he spewed, there were more longing looks, brushes of the hand and lingering near one another just a bit too long. And in the last few days Becca had enough of his waffling bullshit.

“Everyone?” Jackie retorted as she downed the rest of her beer.

Becca let out a mirthless chuckle. If only they knew the real Ethan Ramsey... Just thinking about that man put fires in her amber eyes, ignited by the three shots of tequila she’s had.

She downed the rest of her drink and began her impromptu rant; “He’s pompous and entitled and so up himself. I’m pretty sure he’s a robot.” With absolutely no filter present, Becca bubbled over, “He’s the most infuriating person in the whole hospital! He has so many stupid rules!”

Only Sienna had an inkling of the romantic faltering between the diagnostics fellow and her boss. Right now, she hoped Becca was okay and that the rest of the group was too lost in their drinks to marinate in the subtext of her words.

“And he’s going to do exactly what I say!” At some point in her blind rage Becca stomped to the head of the table to make the assertive proclamation.

She wanted him. As much as she tried to push the feelings aside, to let rejection overcome her, she just couldn’t let him go. Regardless of all of Ethan Ramsey’s flaws, Rebecca Lao was falling further in love with him with every conversation they had.

As she was on her soapbox and unaware to her surroundings, her friends tried their best to calm her down. The girl was making a scene. Bryce noticed even Reggie at the other side of the bar was watching them with an intrigued smirk. Sienna and Elijah tried to silence her speech by sending rounds of “shush’s” and “Bec, settle down. Use your inside voice” her way. Everyone subtly trying to tell her to shut up before she loses her job.

But it didn’t work. None of it worked.

Not until she finished her ramble, chest heaving and in need of oxygen, did she register the wide eyes and four pale faces of her friends.

“Is that so?” his smooth, baritone voice came from over her shoulder.

Her friends were mortified.

All Becca did was whip her head around, her quick wit taking over, “Unfortunately.”

Her dark eyes were hooded, an obvious effect of the alcohol mixing with her exhaustion. She wasn’t looking him in the eye, whatever self-preservation she had was locked to the navy blue tie fastened around his neck like a noose.

Ethan’s stare was on her; not moving from her face, wishing she’d look up at him. He knew Becca was tenacious. He just didn’t know if her bark or her bite was worse.

Sienna stood, taking one step towards the ex-lovers’ bubble, “I’m sorry, Dr. Ramsey, she didn’t mean-”

Ethan held up his hand.

His ocean eyes were still on her, “Anything else to add, Dr. Lao?”

For a brief second Becca’s glare flitted up to his face. She saw the careful cracks in his stoic disposition immediately.

She shook her head ever so slowly.

“My office. First thing in the morning.”

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