#Queenie writes

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

[theycallmequeenie]

Charmed One X Gabriel Crossover

Master List

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine:

A/N: Hey all here is part Nine of the Supernatural Charmed Crossover fic, and this one may have some triggering content to some readers, so reader discretion is advised, Talk of unaliving oneself on purpose. As always if you have issues reading anything with trigger warnings but wish to stay up to date with the story please message and I’ll send you a quick summery of this part of the fic. Any Gifs used are not of my creation as I don’t know how. If you are the maker of any Gif I used and want me to add credit to the post just let me know and I’ll tag you as the creator/ owner of said gif. Happy Reading.

Gabriel wanted nothing more than to love on her and make her feel safe, but his efforts were going unanswered as he could feel Y/N putting her walls up and trying to shut him out of her mind as she did when she wasn’t dealing well with something that was bothering her. He knew all he could do was just be there for her and try to comfort her. 

He let out an unconscious sigh and kissed her forehead and gently held her to him. He hid his surprise at her allowing him to pull her closer to him because he honestly figured that she would pull away from his touch. He noticed her silently crying even though she was doing her best to conceal it. After burying his face in her hair, he allowed himself to do the same.

Neither of them had allowed themselves to just process the reality of the events of the day. Y/N had gone from alone in the word to having three sisters, a brother-in-law, two nephews, and a little one of her own on the way that could potentially take her life as she was giving life to the little one. They were suffering from information overload among other overwhelming emotions.

They stayed like this for about an hour, silently weeping and clinging to each other trying to comfort each other and come to terms with everything that had transpired. They separated just enough to see the other’s faces, Gabriel looked concerned, and Y/N looked heart broken. There was a question burning into his mind, but he was almost too afraid of the answer to ask it. The operative word being almost. He needed to make sure his fears were just that fears and not his instincts raising red flags.

Gabriel gently cleared his throat and began to speak in a soft loving tone, “Babes, I have a question that I have to ask, and I know it’s going to probably upset you, so I need to you promise me you won’t run on me again.” He paused and waited for a response from Y/N, which he got in the of an ‘ugh’ expression on her face and a reluctant nod. He steadied himself and looked deep into her eyes and spoke in an unfamiliar serious tone, “Y/N, did what almost happened tonight the result you were looking for?”

Y/N went pale at the question. She honestly hadn’t thought that her needing time alone to digest everything could have been perceived as her trying to get killed. She had a deep frown on her face as she herself ran through all the questions she assumed Gabe had running through his mind and thought a few of her own. Was this a subconscious attempt? Did she actual do that hoping for that outcome? She shook the thoughts and questions out of her head. 

Y/N’s face went emotionless as she started to speak, “Okay never mind the implied gaslighting in that question. How could you ever think that?” Her voice was gentle and soft her tone was one of disbelief. There was no sign of anger from her. “Gabriel, I would never do anything that would take me from you. Earlier I just wanted a few minutes of solace to cope I didn’t plan to end up on top of the Golden Gate. Mind you that view was gorgeous.” She added the last bit in an attempt for levity.

It fell flat. This was one time Gabriel wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Shaking his head he pressed the issue with a flat, “That wasn’t an answer, Y/N, that was avoidance.” Gabe wasn’t backing down on this. He had to know for sure.

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, “No Gabriel. What happened, almost being smited, was not the end game earlier. There are you satisfied now?”

Y/N got off the bed and started pacing the floor of the room and hugging herself. Trying to calm her nerves. She couldn’t figure out why she was so upset by his question. So she decided to try again to change the subject, “Can we please just decompress and listen to Phantom of the Opera?” 

Gabe knew what she was asking. Phantom was her comfort movie. Has been as long as he’s known Y/N. Against his better judgment he nodded in agreement and snapped his fingers turning the tv on as it started playing the opening to the movie. He pulled back the covers and patted the bed silently asking her to join him. 

She did thankful for him letting the subject drop. She didn’t need the added stress right now anyway and they both knew that. She’d had enough of that for one night. She clung to Gabriel desperate for comfort.

Gabriel held onto her and did what he could to comfort Y/N. It started out with him humming along to the opening then he was softly signing along and by the time the movie ended he had been singing gently to Y/N in Enochian lulling her into a soft sleep.

To Be Continued… 

Part Ten

 @disfunctionalcellmembrane  @misskitty1912-blog

[fandom-queen-13]

What's this? Queenie finished a fic?!

This was literally six months in the making, and I'm very proud of it!

@sophieswundergarten Thank you for giving me the ideas!

Bonus bingo card (I never forgot it)

[magma-queen]

This is @giggly-squiggily ‘s second request! I hope you love it, my friend! And if you have any other requests, please don’t hesitate to ask! <3 love you!

It was one of those days where the two men had absolutely nothing to do but cuddle together, and they were just fine with that.

It was near the beginning of their relationship, after their teams disbanded and came together as one. It was near a year and a half in. They moved in together, and were quite happy that they were together again, regretting everything that’s happened that drove them apart from the start.

When Archie you know, fucked up, with Kyogre.. Archie begged the redhead to forgive him for being a jerk. (And kind of destroying Team Magma’s submarine and base, getting possessed by the red orb, stealing Groudon from them, etc.)

(There was a lot that happened in two episodes of the anime lmfao 🤪)

They immediately rekindled both their relationship, and even their rivalry, to a degree. They still had their differences, but they were willing to work on it to be together.

“Mmmph- Archie.. you’re smothering me~” Maxie murmured, trying to shut his eyes to sleep.

“Awwww, don’t be that way, Max… M’ using ye as my pillow~ I asked, and ye said that it was fine.” He said, snuggling closer.

“Mmm.. I did.. but you’re literally on top of me..” He laughs. “I can’t breathe.”

Archie chuckles, nuzzling his chest. “Can’t help it that I love ye so much.” He got closer and buried his face into his hair. “Yer hair is so fluffy~ it smells lovely too~”

He blushed. “Archie, you’re being so weird right now.” He laughed.

“I’m insulted. How dare ye say that to yer own boyfriend..” He sighed dramatically, laying down on his belly like a pillow.

“Oh my g- enough with the dramatics, you big baby~” Maxie chuckled, scooting closer to him to cuddle.

“But I looooove youuuu, Maxie..” The bigger man whined.

“And I love you too, my darling. But, you’re being a complete brat right now.”

Archie just laughed and hugged him close, sighing happily into his stomach. He looks over to see his boyfriend’s glittering red nail polish on his toes. “Oooh, that’s new.”

“Hm? What is?” Maxie asked.

“Yer toes. Did ye go to get a pedicure done, babe? Without me?”

“Maybe~” He grins. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a pedicure.”

Archie’s eyes shined, looking at how pretty of a color it was. “It IS a big deal!” He sat up and shuffled over to his boyfriend’s feet. “This is so cute! Babe, they’re so pretty!”

*blush* “Again, it’s not that big of a deal, dear. I’m- AH!”

He squeaked when Archie took a closer look at them, holding one of his feet in his hand and gently observing his toes.

“Wh-what are you doing??”

Archie smirked. “Just seein’ what kind of shade ye used~ Ye don’t mind if I look, do ye?”

He knew exactly where this was going, knowing Archie. “Don’t you-! Gmmmph!! Dohohon’t! Don’t touch my tohohoes!” He squeaked.

Archie smirks again, that’s just what he was missing during this little cuddle session, laughter. Specifically Maxie’s laughter.

“Why, honey? I’m just lookin’ at them.” He ‘accidentally’ brushed his fingers underneath his toes.

“GAH-! Ahahahahhehehhehee-! Stohohohohop ihihihihit!!”

“What’s so funny, Max? I didn’t know that the nail polish was funny~” Archie teases, now tickling his toes.

“YOUHUHU BAHAHAHAHSTARD- HAHAHAHAHAH- STAHAHP THAHAHAHAT!! IHIHIHIHIHIHI HAHAHAHAVE SENSITIHIHIHIVE TOHOHOHOES!!”

“Ohhhh~ Ye have sensitive toes, mm? In other words… ye have…”

He covered his face, embarrassed and hysterical. “DON’T SAHAHAY IHIHIHIHIT!!”

“Ticklish toes!” He cackles, tickling in between his toes, making his boyfriend cackle and squeal.

“ARCHIHIHIHIHIE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!! HAHAHAHAH- I’M- IHIHI’M TOO TIHIHICKLISH!!”

This was so damn cute to the sailor. He chuckles as he continues. “Oh? Well, if yer toes and feet are so ticklish, then why did ye go get a pedicure? Huh? That’s literally paying to get tickle tortured.” He teases. “That scrub brush is hell!”

“IHIHIHIHI THOUGHT I COHOHOULD HAHAHAHANDLE IHIHIHIHIHIT!!!”

“And could ye?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAH- IT’S TOOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!!”

Archie snickers, tickling the bottom of Maxie’s foot. “My god, what I’d give to have been there. I bet that was a sight to behold~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!STAHAHAHHAHAP TICKLING MY FEHEHEHEHEET!!”

“Hmm~ okay!”

He stops, letting Maxie breathe. But, he then shuffles back over to his side, pinning him to the bed gently.

“Wh-whahahat’re you- Gmmmph!! Pffffft- *snort*”

Archie’s playful fingers started jabbing at his belly.

“I’ve been wanting to poke that cute tum today.” He looks at his red headed lover trying his best not to laugh. “Hey, ye didn’t say to stop tickling ye completely. Ye said to stop tickling yer feet. Ye said nothing about yer tummy~”

Fuck. He didn’t.

He shouldn’t have to, goddammit. As much as he loves him, Archie is going to be the death of him one of these days. (Affectionate)

Ever since they started dating, from day one, Archie has been an overly affectionate and playful boyfriend. And that, Maxie secretly LOVES. He loves hugs, kisses, cuddles, and yes, even tickles.

“C’mon~ Ye know ye want to laugh~ Hmmm… where can I get the best reaction out of ye?”

Not even two seconds later…

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHOHOHAHAHAHT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” He bursted out while Archie dug his finger in his bellybutton. “NOHOHOHOT THE BEHEHEHELLYBUTTON!! I’M GONNA KIHIHIHILL YOHUHUHU!!!”

“God, yer so cute, and so is yer little innie~ coochie coochie coo~ is this yer tickle spot? Huh? Tickletickletickle~ Gitchie gitchie gitchie~!”

“STAHAHAHAHP TEHEHEHEASING!YOHOHOHU’RE SUHUHUHUCH AHAHHAHA CHIHIHIHIHILDAHAH- MEHEHEHERCY!! *wheeze* MERCY! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T- *squeal* BRHEHEHEHEHEHEHATHE!!”

Archie just giggles to himself, enjoying the boisterous laughter and shrieking giggles his boyfriend laid out for him. He knew he was being so mean right now, going after his tickle spot like that, but he wanted to hear his lover’s precious giggles and squeals. That’s enough of a reason, right? >:)

“NOHOHOHOHO- *snort* MOHOHOHOHOHORE!! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!” He shouted, gasping for breath when Archie finally stopped. “Hah.. hehe.. heh.. Ahaharchihihiee..”

“Yer fuckin’ adorable, Max.” Archie cooed, kissing his belly, making Maxie squeal and try wiggling away.

His eyes went wide as his Archie’s lips pressed on his stomach. “Stahah-Stop! That tickles!” He giggles out, trying to squirm away.

“Hahah! Alright, alright! I might’ve went a bit overboard~ I’ll spare ye, for now.” Archie smirks, laughing when Maxie pushes him away. “Babyyyy! I’m sorry! Ye’ve just been so grumpy lately! Please cuddle?”

“Hmph. Dohohohoo you deserve cuhuhuddles after that?”

He pulled out the Lillipup eyes. He knew that Maxie couldn’t resist it.

“Mmm.. perhaps I can forgive you, this time.” He stares Archie down. “But, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll get you back TENFOLD.”

This did scare Archie a little bit, but anything is totally worth hearing Maxie’s laughter. Any day.

“I guess I’ll be prepared for that, then.” Archie giggles, making Maxie sigh heavily and fall back into the bed.

“You’re ridiculous~” Maxie affectionately teases.

“Bwahahah! Ye love me~”

“Yes, I do. Always~” Maxie says, pecking a kiss to Archie’s cheek. “I’ll always love you. Even if you start your ridiculous shenanigans~ Just, promise me you won’t reawaken Kyogre.”

Archie scoffs and lays back down on his boyfriend’s belly once more, as Maxie affectionately pets his hair.

“I can tell that you’re pouting.”

“Mm’ not..”

“Oh? Are you sure?”

Archie grins, an idea in mind. “Yeah, babe. I’m not pouting.”

“And how would I know that for sure if you don’t look up at me? With those beautiful blue eyes of yours~?”

Haha. He knew he would say that.

“Simple, sweetie. I do.. this..!”

With that, he swiftly raised Maxie’s shirt up, and pressed his lips into his belly while blowing a big raspberry.

“GAAHHAHAHAHAHAH- Y-YOHUHUHU DIHIHIHICK!!!! STAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHP THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!!”

“Awww, why, sweetie? PFFFFFFT! that wasn’t very nice~”

“BEHEHEHEHECAUSE IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES, YOHUHU JEHEHEHEHEHERK!!!”

He gasped dramatically, scribbling at his belly. “How dare ye call me the J word! That deserves double the tickles!”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO NO NO NO IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!!” He begged, shrieking when Archie’s fingers found his ribs. “EEEEE!! STAHAH- STAHAHP!! NAHAHAHT MY RIHIHIHIBS-!

“Oh? Yer sorry, huh? Ye were talking a big game just a moment ago~ callin’ me a jerk.”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI DIHIHIHIHIDN’T- *HIC* MEHEHEHEHEHAN IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!! ST-STAHAHAHAHP IHIHIHIT!!”

Archie chuckles, slowing his tickles just a little bit, and gently tweaking Maxie’s ribs. “God, yer so cute. I completely forgot how ticklish ye really were~ Awww~ did someone get the hiccups?”

“PL-PLEHEHEHEASE-! *HIC* EHEHEHEHENOUGH-! IHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T- *HIC* BREATHE!”

The bigger man cackles as he stops his tickles. Maxie took a deep breath before dissolving back into giggles, trying to catch his breath once more.

“Sorry, babe.. are ye okay?”

“I.. hehe.. will be, heh.. jerk.”

He immediately covered his mouth. He just fucked himself over.

“Ohhh~? Ye must really want to get wrecked again, don’t ye?”

“No no no no- I’m sorry! It just slipped out-! Plehehehease don’t!” He flinched, his hands raised up to defend himself.

Archie tilts his head. “Honey, are ye.. uncomfortable with me tickling ye?” He asked.

“What- no!” He replied immediately, then blushed. “No, no.. not at all. What makes you think that?”

“Ye flinched.. like I was gonna attack ye, or hurt ye.”

“Oh, Archie…” He wraps his arms around his waist. “You know better than that. I know that you’ll never hurt me. *kiss* ever.”

“It’s just… we’ve gotten back together and we’ve been dating for over a year now… if I’m doin’ anything that makes ye uncomfortable.. ye’ll tell me, right?”

“Of course I will, Archie. Nothing you do is wrong or making me uncomfortable. I love you.”

He smiles. “I love ye too, Max. So.. yer not uncomfortable with the tickling?”

His face turned red. “N-no. Not at all.. In fact, I.. I actually quite enjoy it.” His face turned even redder. “God, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“What?? Really?” Archie beamed, really happy. “Awww, that’s so cute, love. I’m so happy to hear that!”

“W-what? You- you don’t think that it’s weird?”

“Of course not! Do ye know how much I love to hear that sweet laugh of yers? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, Max. And ye never do it enough! My jokes can only get so far! Maybe a chuckle or two, or perhaps a few giggles here and there.. but nothing like this. It’s such a sweet sound.”

That alone made him chuckle and blush. “Well.. your jokes aren’t the funniest in the world~” He teases.

“Oh yeah? Then maybe ye’ll think THIS is funny!” He grins, pinning him back down and tickling his sides.

“Ahahahahahah- wahahahahait-! Ihihihihihi- *hic* wahahahahsn’t reeheheheheheady!” He squealed.

“Hehe! Then don’t tease me like that, silly! God, yer the cutest~” Archie cooed, moving to his hips.

*HIC* “Ahahahahahahah-! *snort* Okahahahahay-! Okahahahay I’m sorry!! Lehehehehet me uhuhuhup, yohuhuhuhu bihihihig- hahahah- dork!!”

Chuckling, Archie let up, knowing that he’s tickled his boyfriend enough for the day. He leans down and gives Maxie a kiss.

“Ye okay?”

“Heheh.. yes, I’m fine.” He sat up, hugging Archie close. “I love you.”

“I love ye too, my sweet Max.”

[queeniesaewblog]

I’m going to just leave this here….

This takes place right after Worlds End and it’s my version/explanation of what happened.

I believe we will see Adamjf together again. It’ll take time but I am a patient bitch.

[queeniecamps]

sneak peek of a new fic

[theycallmequeenie]

I’m trying to but I can’t remember where I was going with it.😅 Queenie is working hard on all the things today!

If you’re reading this: this is your sign that your WIP is worth writing, is worth the effort, and that you are doing great. Keep going, take breaks, reflect. But do not lose sight of how far you’ve come on this project! You can do it!

[idledreams4]

I kinda want to infodump about the OC that I kin

Cause I keep just doing random loredrops and not explaining anything in full

Ok

So

*deep inhale*

base level stuff that I think I've established: she was one of Negan's lieutenants, really looked up to the guy, may have had a bit of a crush on him but refused to become one of his wives.

But let's start from the beginning. (Before I start I'm just noting that she's Canadian. It is literally never relevant except for this first little bit) ((I also haven't figured out a name for her so she's going to get called either [name] or "my oc" ))

She was in her second year of college when the world went to shit

Originally she tried to just shelter in place and stay on the campus, but after 5 or 6 months it was starting to get overrun so she decided to cut her losses and get out while she could. She had a small group of friends she had been with, and they all left together.

They had run into other people who would pass through the campus, all with stories of safe-havens and larger groups.

Some were headed to Ottawa or Toronto, where they were sure the government had set up aide for the people. Most were headed south. Usually to Washington, some to Atlanta for the CDC headquarters, others just hoped to find family or check somewhere off the bucket list before they kicked it.

The number of people flocking to Washington gave the group hope that even if there wasn't any government run settlement, there would be people. Living people.

But they never made it to Washington, instead they ran into a slowly growing settlement in Virginia.

By this point, the group of 5 had become 3. One of their companions got bit and turned, the other was killed in a fight with another group of survivors. When they stumbled upon a camp that housed at least 30 people, they were both cautious and incredibly relieved. The group had no problem taking them in, and all three quickly found their places.

with the growing numbers and quickly approaching winter, the group had no choice but to start looking for a permanent home.

The leader of this group (at least, the leader at that time) tried to set them up in a hotel, but it ended up being full of more dead than expected and the group got split up, surrounded, and trapped. Some quick calls between my OC and another new member of the group got just about everyone out safely. Over the next few weeks, people started to favor the leadership of the newcomer over their current leader's, and so he ended up taking over.

An encounter with another group turned sour finally gave our community a name: The Saviors, and not long after that our new leader, Negan, found the perfect place to settle down.

Leadership came naturally to him, and with the size of one group he couldn't manage it alone. My OC and the group's old leader, Dwight, were the first choices. So we became the first "lieutenants" (though there was no such formal title at that point)

The saviors then aren't at all like the group you all think you know now. It was a long process to transform the factory into our Sanctuary, and even longer to make our rag-tag little group into an army.

Most of the people weren't fighters. The ones who were became guards, kept the dead away from our gates until I got the idea to set up that kick-ass defense you see in the comics and tv show

We already had some sense of who was fit for which jobs, as most people had just naturally taken on a role based on their skills. It wasn't a formal assignment or anything, they just became the go-to people.

It was during that first winter that Negan introduced his point system. Supplies were scarce and scavenging was difficult, so he came up with a way to ration supplies. To keep it fair, he based it on production. The more you did for the sanctuary, the more you could get. Once things started to take shape a little better the Lieutenants may have started to abuse their position and Negan kinda gave us like partial immunity so it isn't the most fair system, but it works, and the people were satisfied. (This makes it sound like Capitalism 2: Electric Boogaloo but I promise it was a bartering system)

With the assistance I'd provided in the past, I became the resident strategist, and as such worked very closely with Negan. Not as closely as Simon (once he joined the command team), but close enough.

I was never given an outpost, not because Negan thought I wouldn't be able to handle it, it was just because my services were better applied at the sanctuary itself. I did travel to the compound occasionally though as that was our largest outpost.

I helped plan our approach when interacting with other communities, and helped Negan refine his methods a little. Obviously he still did his own thing and had the final say on any operation, but he valued my input.

When Oceanside rebelled, it was probably the only time Simon and I were in agreement about how to handle it. We gave them multiple chances and they blew it. They cost us not just valuable supplies, but people. and people are the most important resource you have in the apocalypse. So, when Simon and I discussed their punishment, I was, and still am, pleasantly surprised that it was a very quick agreement to execute half their people. The debate came over what half to execute. I was thinking that we split it between the men and women, but honestly looking back, letting them reproduce and grow their community would have been stupid. Luckily we agreed on Simon's proposal to kill off their men. Let the community slowly die off, never able to forget what they did to deserve their fate.

I despised Gregory, which made trips to Hilltop fun. The soldiers at the Satellite Outpost usually handled them, but I tagged along when I could. I usually used Simon's presence at the Sanctuary as justification, assuming I was even asked to explain where I was going. I literally only went so I could make that misogynistic prick absolutely miserable. Fun times.

Nobody talks about the perks of being a lieutenant actually. That shit is the best, especially if you're a higher ranking one. Me, Simon, Dwight, and Arat were winning. We were Negan's favorites and believe me, it showed. Laura and Wade were like mid-level, they were definitely notable, but they were never the best of the best (no offense to Laura, we were really good friends). The others were at the bottom of the lieutenant hierarchy, they weren't particularly notable. They did their jobs, and that's about all I can say. But anyway, us lieutenants lived like royalty. I still made a point of going out and being on the front lines when we did have to fight, but I didn't need to, hell Negan told me a few times I should just stand back, but he didn't actually stop me. If I got an order to stand down I would have listened, but the order never came.

We more or less got free reign to do as we pleased, as long as it was within the rules. And for the record, the rules and expectations were pretty basic. Everyone wants to think Negan was running some crazy dictatorship, but he basically just didn't want you to be a dick.

Once the world fell it became "us v.s. them". Usually he'd consider anyone with a pulse to be part of the "us" group, and offer them protection. But if you're not going to play nice then you're very quickly going to be moved from the category of "semi-us" to the proverbial "them"

overtime it did start to be that The Saviors were the "us" rather than the living as a whole

But you have to understand

We had close to 500 people at our peak

Negan had to look out for his people before anything else. The sanctuary was always open, always willing to take in more people, so long as you contribute. Young children weren't expected to contribute, of course. We didn't have all that many of them, but we always had a few. We had enough that part of the library became a dedicated children's section, and one of the rooms was converted into a classroom. The teachers were treated as soldiers, as far as the point system goes. Not entirely exempt from it like us, but rather than earning points based off "sales" they were "payed" a certain amount each day they worked. I don't recall how many points it was

Anyway. Enough about him, I'm supposed to be talking about my OC here (I realize I started talking in the first person, as the OC... don't worry about that, just go with it. Like I said I kin her and I happen to be feeling a little shifty)

Since it's Christmas I guess I'll tell y'all about something christmas related

A tradition among the lieutenants is that we would do a secret Santa each year. We never really knew when Christmas was, nobody kept track of the days *that* well, so we'd kinda just aim for mid-winter.

It was pretty simple, we all draw names from a hat and then make or find a gift for the person.

One year, I got Dwight. And I got kinda reckless cause my gift totally could have gotten us both in BIG trouble. Never did anything like that before, and never did anything like it again. I was initially just out looking to find something for myself but there was this necklace, and I don't remember any of the details, I just know that the second I layed eyes on it that I had to grab it for D to give Sherry. I also managed to find a partially full pack of cigarettes (which were really hard to come by) and I gave that to him as well. I'm glad he didn't report me for the necklace, it was a stupid idea, but luckily he never gave it to her. Or she just never wore it. One of the two. They weren't on the greatest terms so I wouldn't be surprised either way.

Laura's Christmas parties were also so fun. She was fun in general, but she knew how to party. I have fond memories of somehow kicking Arat's ass in Pool while I was wasted (and by "fond memories" I mean I just know it happened. I couldn't even remember doing that the next day, let alone from another universe entirely)

Totally random thing that spoils the mood but is plot relevant to my character: she dies.

When Jadis double crosses Rick, leading to the big shootout where Mags and Ezekiel show up just in time to fight the saviors off: Maggie shoots her and she bleeds out (I know it's 7x16 but idk what comic issue(s) that happens in, which is the more accurate source material but oh well)

Another total 180: I didn't even get into Negan borderline harrassing her

So basically, he made like a solid 3 or 4 attempts to convince her to become one of his wives and she said no. Since her source is like 90% the comics with just a little bit of the tv show sprinkled in, she was actually right to refuse that proposal, but let's not get into that right now. He tried everything he could, but unfortunately he couldn't even really like threaten her with anything because if he were to put her on some crappy work detail then he loses his strategist and could seriously fuck himself over.

If she had survived the war with Alexandria, I think he could have worn her down enough to accept his proposal because she wouldn't want to have to deal with a mess like that again. (I have an AU that is closer to the tv universe than the comics, and she lives through the war, so as a result The Saviors actually win, and since Eugene can take her place she is ok with retiring early as long as it means never having to put up with someone like Rick Grimes ever again.)

ANYWAY

Idk

Thanks for reading (if you actually read all that)

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[bluegiragi]

big d stands for big demeanour (inspired by this mini thread-fic by queeniebgalore on twitter - it is nsfw like immediately so be wary)

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[queenofbaws]

Hi there! For some reason I feel like you've been asked this before but can u do one where Hannah realizes abt josh's crush on sam? thanks!

"Don't."

At first, he wasn't entirely sure the warning had been meant for him; he was the only person in the kitchen, yeah, and Hannah was staring a hole through his forehead, sure, but...still. She didn't look away though, not even as he slowly lowered his plate of pizza rolls onto the counter and raised his hands into the air, just kept glaring like she'd caught him kicking a puppy in real-time, so that sort of cleared things up.

"Don't..." he prompted, waving his hand to goad her along, "...eat a very important, very necessary, very nutritionally dense midnight snack?"

She crossed the kitchen in two furious strides, poking her finger squarely into his chest with every syllable she spoke (all in that same executioner's hiss, obviously): "Don't you do this to me, Josh - don't make things weird! - quit being all flirty with Sam, it's the grossest thing I've ever seen!"

"The grossest, huh," he droned, leaning back against the counter before biting the corner of a pizza roll, purposefully letting the steam billow out to fog Hannah's glasses, "Han, I don't know how to tell you this because you're my sister and I love you, but uh...I will, in fact, be taking that as a challenge to get even grosser where Sammy is concerned, so I'd advise you to strap in, cuz shit's about to get obscene."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[kangaroomaze]

Y'know, I find it very telling and absolutely hilarious that Gooseworx has gone on record that she "Personally doesn't give a sh*t about romance." And YET, somehow managed to make a more engaging, healthy, and loving couple that the fandom is invested in. More than most Romance novels/shows/comics nowadays in media!

[queenie-the-court-jester]

cotton and the magic vagina

for my beloved 🐁 anon 💋

🐰cotton got a 9 incher I kid you not. He may be 4'9, but that monster in between his legs needs to be taken care of every half hour or else you'll have a needy bunny humping your thighs

🐰he wants lots of kids. So he'll try to make as many as possible without thinking of how to provide for them. About half of each litter makes it through infancy, the rest dying in their sleep. It makes you sad whenever you see the little graveyard you made in the backyard

🐰 he's a good father but it's hard teaching him not to fuck you Infront of the kids. Have some decency young man. You're completely appalled when he said his parent's use to do the same Infront of him and his siblings.

🐰the only clothing he doesn't immediately take off is his underwear, saying he likes the way it rubs against his dick. Weirdo.

🐰some days you can't even walk properly with how often he demands sex. He's not a one pump chump, going atleast 4 rounds before he lets you go back to work

🐰don't let him catch you lactating, he'll go ape shit begging to drink some of it. He'll sometimes get jealous of his own kids when he sees them get more attention. Immature brat.

Silly doodle ↓

[theycallmequeenie]

Lexi And Happy

Master List

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, P9, P10, P11, P12, P13, P14, P15.

Part 16

A/N: And here we are with the next part of Lexie and Happy’s story. No, I will not accept the events of the Mayans and will not be righting as such. Happy is alive and will get his well-deserved Happily Ever After. As always Happy Reading.

Lexie’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Happy’s expression. That sly little smile had always made her heat flutter. She let out part of a giggle at Happy’s words. She knew for a fact that Hap wasn’t wrong, Tig would do just that if he returned home from work to find that Lexie wasn’t in her room again. She nodded, offering up a small grin herself. 

Happy took that as his cue to jump out and help Lexie out of the passenger seat. He was around the car and at her door in a few seconds. His long legs and light jog aided in that. He got to her door and opened it for her knowing she was still figuring out how to work around her broken arm. He knew that had to be frustrating her and judging by the look mild irritation on her face he was right in that. He reached out to help Lexie down out of the SUV but paused for a moment as Lexie gently tugged on his cut pulling him in enough for her to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. An action that was a rarity between the two of them. With the two of them it was always the forehead kisses when the two exchanged loving, innocent gestures. The quick peck surprised Happy, but he didn’t miss a beat and returned the affection with a quick peck on her forehead before scooping her up and lifting her out of her seat. 

With a low rumble in his chest he chuckled, “See Little Girl, I still got you, Baby. It wasn’t just the adrenaline that night.” As he set her back down on to her feet with a triumphant smirk on his face after hearing her attempt to protest stopping short.

Lexie tried to protest him lifting her up bridal style, but she stopped as soon as she started. Hearing him call her Baby for the first time since well before she left caught her right in the nostalgia. Him calling her that took her back to being twenty years old and head over heels in love with a leather clad biker who would often only let her see the gentleness in him. She knew what he did for the Sons, she had known from essentially the time she met him that he did in fact live up to the club’s nickname for him. 

It should have bothered her enough to keep her distance from the man everyone around her called the Tacoma Killer, but it didn’t nor did knowing that was a well-earned nickname and not a facetious one given in jest. Not even her uncle could sway her intrigue in the man. Her heart decided not to give anyone a choice in the matter including her.

A yawn pulled her out of her thoughts, and she locked eyes with Happy as his deep brown ones, that were filled with concern, looked into her green ones. Knowing what he was about to ask she placed the hand that wasn’t in a cast on his chest to reassure him as she spoke to him.

“Hap I’m okay, when you called me baby it just brought back some nostalgia and I got lost in my own head for a moment thinking about where we started.” She had to pause because of another yawn. “Maybe we should get me in there and situated enough for a nap. This morning took more out of me than I had anticipated.”

That was all Happy needed to hear he stepped to her steady side and put an arm around her lower back touching her just enough to let her know he’s there to support her if she needs it. It took them a little longer than the normal because of how sore her body still was. Happy understood it but it upset Lexie because she hated not being one hundred percent. Happy knew that too and did his best to encourage her and distract her from getting frustrated or upset by her slowed movement. 

Slowly and gently, they made it into Tig and V’s home and back to Lexie’s room Hap had just gotten Lexie seated on the edge of the bed. As he started looking for something more comfortable for her to sleep in V had lightly knocked on the doorway.

“Hey sweetheart, just got off the phone with Tig. He was checking in to see if you had gotten here yet and asked me to check on how you were feeling after your big day out.” She spoke with her thick southern draw but in a soft gentle tone with a matching smile. 

“Hey, Aunt V.” Lexie responded sounding as tired as she felt and most likely looked. She reached up and grabbed the hair tie that had been holding her hair up in its messy bun all morning. “Not going to lie to anyone, this morning did take more out of me than I thought it would. Wonder if this is how seniors feel after their field trips from their nursing homes.” Lex paused again as Happy handed her what he had found for her to sleep in and as Lexie nodded to thank him, she looked back to V and decided to ask her something, “V? do you think you could maybe call Tig back and see if he’d be okay if you took the SUV back to get him or if he would be willing to drive the tow truck back? I kinda don’t want Hap to leave me…” 

Lexie looked at V with a childlike pleading expression on her face. Venus made a note to herself that it looked just like Tig’s ‘please don’t leave me’ face he made at her years ago. She nodded with a loving smile “Sure thing Darlin’. I’ll go do that now and let Happy help you change and get you comfortable, and I’ll be back in a few minutes with your meds, your usual peanut butter sandwich to help avoid any stomach upset, and an answer for you.” V gave Lexie a reassuring smile before she walked away. 

Lexie offered a slightly louder thank you to Venus as she walked down the hall to make the call she was met with a muffled ‘yep’ from V. Lexie looks up at Happy with a defeated grin, “Well Ole Man, I know you don’t enjoy undressing me and not getting to reap the benefits of it but I sorta need some help…” she looked up at him with an imploring expression on her face. Knowing he would but she also knew what she was doing would help pad his male ego.

Hap knew what she was doing too. Trying to look as helpless and pitiful as she could just to get a little bit of skin-to-skin contact with him. She would do something similar when they first got together that virginal innocence had her too bashful to initiate much of anything in the very beginning. It was something new to Happy and if he were honest with himself, it was exciting for him. 

He could see that the Lexie he loved back then was returning to him and the distant broken Lexie that had just up and left everyone and everything she loved and knew was fading away. Happy didn’t want to allow himself to get his hopes up just yet but Lexie was encouraging those hopes anyway. He wanted nothing more than his Ole Lady back under his roof and in his arms. H still wanted the life they had been working toward all those years ago to come to fruition. He wanted those years they had lost back; he knew that could never happen. Time was the one thing nobody ever got back. Not even the Sons Of Anarchy could make that happen. 

He shook his head to clear the train of thought and offered Lexie a loving smile, “Lex, Babe, I’m a guy, even if the things that cross my mind are off limits my Ole Lady naked in front of is still the most beautiful thing, I would ever want to lay eyes on.” He kissed her forehead and helped her undress noting that he felt her lean into his touch when his hands would brush over her skin.

As he helped her with removing the clothes she wore to the shop that day and helped her into a light blue sleeveless cotton sleep shirt that, due to her short stature, stopped mid shin on her where it would normally stop at the knees for taller women. He stopped and noticed what design that night shirt had on it and smiled.

In the center of the chest there was a screen-printed collage of the Hanna Barbera cartoon characters. Everyone from Fred Flintstone and Scooby-Doo to George Jetson and The Smurfs. He looked at the image taking it in and naming all the characters in his mind before chuckling and shaking his head saying, “That’s My girl.” More to himself than to Lexie.

Once she had the sleepshirt on and was as comfortable as she could on the bed, seated up right with her back up against the simplistic white oak headboard she looked up at Happy and asked him if he would stay with her. She gave no hint as to if she meant just that night or in general. The hell she went through has her mind in all different directions at once and even she wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking for at that moment either all she knew was that she didn’t want him to leave her sight for even a moment. She had exhausted herself to the point she was being needy and clingy with him. 

A rare thing for either of them to experience she wasn’t very often needy or clingy with him in the nonsexual sense. She would always get needy with him when it pertained to his expertise in the bedroom. He only ever needed to look at her with the half-lidded lust blown eyes and she would be all but begging for him, but this, this was new. 

He thought on it a moment or two before he realized what and why it was. She needed to feel safe and having him to hold onto while she slept and feeling him there with her was her way of feeling safe it always had been. He felt like an idiot and was mentally starting to beat himself up when Venus interrupted his thoughts with another light knock on the doorway with a small plate with a peanut butter sandwich and her meds in one hand bottle of water in the other.

“Hey there you two! Miss Lexie, I have your meds and the sandwich you’re about to turn into and Hap, I’ve got a message for you. Tig wants you to call him as soon as you can. I’ll stay here with my lovely niece.”

Her thick southern draw and semi forced smile red flagged with Lexie and had her sitting up in alarm, her mind racing to jump to conclusions. The color drained from her face as she spoke “Oh no, no what?”

To Be Continued…

Part 17

@camelia35

[fandom-queen-13]

Hi there! How about Constance and 10, 23, or 40 - feel free to pick your favorite or combine them!

Hi! I actually don't know which ask game you're replying to, but I'm going to assume you were doing this one

Those three prompts gave me an idea...

The Last Night

The night air was cold. She had been given a blanket, but even with the extra layer she shivered. She was tired and cold, she didn't know where her dad was, and worst of all, everything was quiet. Nothing was supposed to be quiet, not with her powers, but when the device had been pointed at her...

Vaguely, she could feel someone's eyes on her. She didn't dare look up, so she didn't know whose eyes they were but she had an idea. It was the man who tried to kidnap her, take her powers, take it all.

Leopold Montgomery Pressius. Apparently not content with trying to take her family, he kidnapped her sister and her and took them to the warehouse where another person had run experiments. The police had arrived, but by then it had been too late. She closed her eyes as she heard the police car drive away, taking Pressius with it.

"Miss Contraire?" She looked up at the scientist in front of her. He was in his early thirties, short but still not as small as her, with black hair and brown eyes. He held a clipboard in one hand and a wicker basket in the other. Setting down the basket, he held the clipboard in both hands "I have two pieces of bad news and one good. Would you like to hear the bad news first or the good?"

"Bad news first. Both of them." He cleared his throat and looked down at his papers.

"The bad news is that you can never get your powers back." He glanced back at her. "And the other bad news: since you are a minor, you can't stay with your sister. I'm sorry."

"NO!" She buried her hands in her hands. "No, no, no! I promised I would protect her! I promised my parents, I can't let them down, I can't-can't-" She broke down crying. She had to break the last promise she made to her parents. The man then surprised her by bending down and giving her a hug.

"Again I'm sorry. I can't even begin to imagine what you're feeling. But there's a bright side." He pulled the basket closer to him, pulling the blanket back. Inside was a baby with wispy blond hair and blue eyes, a contrast to the girl’s brown hair and now dull eyes. 

"The good news is...he didn't get to her. She's intact."

Relief swept through her like a river. "Oh." She wiped away her tears, clutching the basket with her free hand. "That is good news. At least she's okay."

Someone called for the man, and he looked behind him in frustration. "I have to go. I don't know when we can see each other, but I hope you know: that even without your powers, you are capable of almost anything you set your mind to."

She shifted her blanket so that it covered the baby’s basket. "Thanks. I hope we can meet again, Doctor Kizuki."

"As with you, Clementine." He walked away, still shuffling papers on his clipboard.

Clementine pulled the basket onto her lap. Her baby sister stared back with the same bright blue eyes she once had, now dulled down to sort of gray. 

“Don’t worry, Kroshka. Everything will be okay, I promise. You will find a good family, explore your powers, and find love. Okay?” She kissed the baby’s head. “I love you so much. Never forget that, Connie.” 

She looked into the stars as police sirens wailed on.

[magma-queen]

Did someone ask for Lee!Gabe?? No?? Well, you’re getting him anyway! Enjoy!

“Ugh.. I’m beat..” Gabe groaned, throwing himself into Hank’s couch. “Thanks for letting me crash here for the night, big guy.”

The specialist smiles at him, and sits down next to him. “It’s no problem, Gabe. I know how hard you’ve worked today. If you drove yourself home, you might have gotten into a crash.”

“Nahhh, I wouldn’t have let that happen. Resurgam needs me, after all. Even though Eisha doesn’t really seem to think so…” He muttered out that last part.

“Huh?” Hank looked at him. “What do you mean? What did the chief say to you?”

Gabe’s face flushed pink. “Uh.. don’t worry about it, Hank. It’s just some personal shit going on between her and I.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Hank. I’m sure. Can we.. drop that, please?”

He backed off, not wanting to make his friend mad. “Of course, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it, big guy. I’ll get over it. But.. thanks for your concern.”

Hank didn’t like the silence that followed that sentence. He knew that something the chief said really bothered him, and he knew that almost nothing bothered Gabriel Cunningham.

“And thank you, again, for letting me spend the night here.” He smiles.

“Aw, it’s no problem, Gabe, you’re always welcome here!” Hank laughs, nudging his side with his elbow.

The diagnostician makes a sudden squeak noise upon contact. “Hank!”

“Huh? Oh- I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Hank asked, completely oblivious to the fact that the squeak Gabe made was not in a painful tone.

“N-No- No you didn’t hurt me.. you uh- you just startled me.”

The specialist looks at his friend, and sees the embarrassed flush on his face. “Gabe, are you..”

“D-don’t you finish that question-!”

He looked even more suspicious now.

“…Ticklish?”

“N-No! I’m not tick-GAH!” He was tackled to the other end of the couch by the stronger man. “H-Hank! Big guy, c’mon! I’m tired and not in the mood for- g-gahahahahames!!!” He started to giggle when Hank gently tickled his ribs. “Hahahahahahank!!!”

He just smiles as he continues the gentle tickles. “So.. you’re NOT ticklish? What’s so funny then, Gabe?” He teases, going up and down his ribs like a piano.

“Bwahahahahahah-! St-Stahahah- Stahahahahap ihihihihit!!” Gabe squealed, twisting side to side to get away from his playful coworker.

“Hmmm.. I don’t think so. Let’s see where else you’re ticklish.” Hank grabs a hold of one of Gabe’s legs and attacks the back of his knee.

“GACK-! Hahahahahahahahah- HAHAHAHAHAHNK!!”

Hank cackled along with him. “Hmm, what do we have here? Don’t squirm so much, Gabriel! Let the doctor do his job! I’m trying to check the bones in your leg!”

“Nohohohohohoho yohohohou’re nahahahahat!!” The diagnostician squawked, trying to wiggle his leg out of Hank’s grip. “Yohuhuhuhuhu jeheheheherk- KAHAHAHAHAH!!”

That’s when Hank found his hips.

“Oh? Bad spot?” Hank teased, squeezing Gabe’s hips.

“STAHAHAHAP-! STOHOHOP STOP STOP!! IHIHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUP-!” The black haired man cackled, head thrown back and mirthful tears pouring out of his eyes. His cheeks were flushed a warm shade of pink.

Hank went to his sides. He wasn’t done yet. “Hehe, okay, noted. Hips are a sweet spot.”

“HAHAHANK!! Stahahahahahp tihihihihickling mehehehe!!”

“Tell ya what.. I’ll stop tickling if you tell me what the chief said to you today that made you so upset. Deal?”

“Hahahahahah- ihihihit’s nahahaht evehehehen a bihihihig dehehehal, bihihihig guy!” He complained, struggling to get away, the bigger surgeon was too strong for him.

“Alright, Gabe.. have it your way.” Was the last thing he heard before all hell broke loose, and Hank crept his fingers into his armpits.

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAH-! NAHAHAHAHAH- NAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Gabe shrieked, wiggling even more. “HAHAHAHAHANK!!! PLEHEHEHASE!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHE PIHIHIHIHITS!!!”

“Whohohoa-!” This shocked the bigger man. “Ahh, so this is the killer spot, huh? Good to know.” He chuckles, dodging Gabe’s flailing and punching. “You going to give up now? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Gabe finally broke, and threw up the white flag. “OKAHAHAHAHAY!!! OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHY!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!!!IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHEHELL YOU!! JUHUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEHEASE- STAHAHAHAHAHP!!” He wheezed.

With that, Hank ceased his tickle attack and let his friend fall back on the couch, giggling and panting.

“Yohuhuhuhu… are such.. ahahahan ahahahass..” Gabe giggled out, trying to recompose himself. “That was.. totally unfair, big guy..”

Hank only smiled innocently at the other man, fighting back laughter as he watched the diagnostician royally pout at him.

“Alright, out with it, Gabe. Or..” He wiggles his fingers at him. “We’ll start round 2. I know which spots to tickle this time.

“N-No! No no! I’ll talk!” He panicked, then sighed. “It’s.. it’s stupid, Hank.. but.. I pissed off Eisha for the millionth time and she made an offhand comment about how RONI would be an excellent replacement for me, since it’s ‘smarter and more talented’ than I am… that… she could replace me in a heartbeat…”

Hank was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. “Gabe… I don’t think the chief really meant that… She was probably just heated.”

“Oh, no? You try talkin’ to her, then! I’m just.. so SICK of having to prove myself to her. Nothing I do in my work is good enough for her! I don’t care if she’s my boss, she can kiss my ass!”

“Okay, okay..” The bigger man tried to calm him down. “Breathe..”

He covers his face with his hands, trying not to show Hank that he was starting to cry.

Gabe NEVER cries.

“G-Gabriel? Are you.. crying-“

“N-No!!” He shouted in his hands.

Hank took his wrists and gently pulled them away from his face. “Yes, you are. Gabe… come here.”

“H-huh-? Hm!”

Hank pulled him into a very tight hug. That’s when he lost his composure once more, and began sobbing.

“C’mon, this isn’t like you.. *hug* Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand when my beloved friends cry.”

“I’m- I’m sorry. I- Heh.. kind of lost my cool there..” He chuckles, wiping his tears away. “D-Don’t worry, I’m fine now.”

“Gabe.. c’mon now. It’s alright to cry. I won’t make fun of you. You’re my friend. Just let it out.”

His eyes started to water up again. “N-N-No I- *sniffle* Wh-why did she have to say that to me??” He sobbed, hugging his friend back. “I’m trying, damn it!”

“Hey, it’s alright.. it’s okay.” The specialist was baffled. He had never seen his friend like this. He never cries. What Eisha said must’ve really gotten to him.

They sat there for a good while. Hank did his best to calm his friend down and comfort him.

“You alright, Gabe?”

“Y-yeah.. *sniffle* I’m alright. Thanks, big guy..”

He smiles. “Hey, anything for a friend. I’ll even go with you tomorrow to talk to the chief.”

“You’d really do that?”

“Of course!” He laughs, pulling Gabe closer.

Gabe smiles, leaning back into the couch. “Thank you, Hank.”

“No problem.”

He was really grateful to have such a good friend by his side.

[queeniesaewblog]

New chapter of my Adamjf fic will be out tomorrow I promise! I didn’t abandon it I’ve just been sick and dying lol.

Get ready for the post surgery fluff!