#about a comment of phil taking his pants off

[hydriadd]

“Imagine you are in bed with Phil.”

Missa right after:

[grey342]

But daddy I love him

Dbf! Phil Wenneck x reader

synopsis - An innocent, family friendly barbecue soon turns dirty at the return of your fathers best friend from college..

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, Age gap (reader is 19, Phil is in his early 30s), (VERY) fast paced, thigh riding (kinda), Phil talking you through it, daddy kink and unprotected sex.

authors note - This post is in celebration of 100 followers 🎉 I can’t thank you all enough, so sorry again for my absence. I will hopefully be posting (semi-) regularly again, let me know what you thought of this in the comments and my requests are always open ❤️

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

Oh. My. God

Your jaw almost drops to the floor with how wide you open it. You don't believe it's him when he first walks through the door, it's been so long since you’ve seen him. Too long in fact.

Phil Wenneck. Your dad’s best friend in college, you haven’t seen him since you were thirteen and he moved away to LA. Even back then you had a childish crush on him.

But now that childish crush was replaced by a salacious need. His eyes raked down your body, his tongue poking through his cheek. It seemed your lust for him was very much reciprocated. You walk over to him, slightly popping your chest out, and as you got closer you noticed his signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Well haven't you grown up?" He says, eyes never leaving your chest.

"I could say the same to you." You retaliate, he chuckles.

"See you still have the same attitude." He takes a swig from his beer. You focus on the way his adam apple bobs, your core clenching.

"And you're still a raging ass." He lets out a real laugh after that, it's quickly become your new favourite sound.

"You kiss your daddy with that mouth." He straightens, towering over you.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you smile up at him, "i'm gonna go inside. Maybe get a snack, wanna come with?" His eyes scan over your face, licking his lips as he nods.

You make sure to sway your hips when walking to the kitchen, knowing he would be tracing your every move. He scans your surroundings as you open the fridge door and say:

"What do you want fruit? Chips and di-" He grips your waist and presses his lips against yours. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and lace your fingers in the hair at the base of his skull.

He groans into your mouth and places his thigh between your legs, you moan at the contact.

"You like that huh?" He says against your lips, sharing breaths. You nod your head, face scrunched in pleasure.

"Yeah I thought so," he slowly starts to guide your hips over his thigh, "you want me to take you right here? Bend you over the counter and pound my cock into you with everybody outside? Huh?"

"Please Phil.." You breath.

He claims your mouth again and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He takes you into the bathroom places you down on the counter.

"Take off your shirt." He says whilst turning to lock the door. You follow his instructions and strip out of your tank top.

He turns back around and you swear he moans at the sight.

"Look at you baby," he grabs them, "but how about we get this off too hm?" He reaches behind and unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor. He groans grabbing your boobs and pinching your nipples.

"Phil, stop teasing," you gasp as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, "please...daddy."

He froze, you instantly panic worried you've scared him off until-

"Say it again." He rasps, eyes consumed with lust.

"Daddy-" He rips your shorts off, along with your panties and his pants. He pumps his dick a few times before rubbing the tip on your clit. You groan at the same time until he pulls back.

"Shit, are there any cond-"

"I'm on the pill, I was tested last week and it came back negative." You cut him off, he smirks back at you and rests his forehead on yours before slowly sliding into you. You gasp, he was big.

"Holy shit.." You moan, as he begins to thrust into you mercilessly.

"Yeah," he groans, "bet you've never had a dick this big before huh?" You rapidly shake your head, moving your hands underneath his shirt and rake your nails down his back.

His hand reaches down to rub and pinch your clit, you squirm underneath him.

"Come on baby give it to me," he rasps, "y'gonna cum for daddy hm.." He trails off getting lost in the way your pussy is clenching, pulling him in deeper.

"Fuck, daddy please." You feel the knot in your lower stomach begin to tighten. You claim his lips with yours once more as his other hand reaches up to pinch your nipple.

You throw your head back, mouth wide open with lewd noises spilling from it. Phil takes the opportunity to kiss and suck on your neck. You're certain there will be hickies left there for you to cherish this moment later.

He pounds into you relentlessly, knowing how close you are. You wouldn't be surprised if you were drawing blood with how deep your digging into his back. Your moans are getting louder and louder. His hand rubs faster on your clit and his head leans down, mouth clasping around your nipple.

"Fuck, Phil!" You cry out, legs shaking as the pleasure ripples through.

"That's it honey, that's it, good girl." He encourages, his hands gently rubbing your thighs. He allows you to come down from your high before picking you up and flipping you over. Your front pressing against the counter.

"Now," he slowly starts to thrust again, "two more."

You look at him through the mirror and give him a dopey smile, knowing you have a long night ahead of you.

[rhiaarrow]

Today I'm upcycling an old ramble from my notes!

Obviously it's all personal interpretation so feel free to chime in your own takes or correct me if you think I'm really far off with some egg 🙃

So without further ado, here are my personal headcanons of what each egg wears to sleep!

CHAYANNE -

Chayanne just sleeps in a t-shirt of any color and any color of sleep shorts, his ass does not care about pyjama colors just as long as they're comfortable.

He normally knocks out as soon as his head hits the pillow anyway so he couldn't care less what he's wearing and would happily sleep in his regular clothes some days.

Sometimes Phil will braid the top section of Chayanne's hair too after he braids Tallulah's, just to keep it out of his face while he sleeps.

But it's a loose short braid and with the length of Chayanne's hair not all of it can actually make it into the braid so the bottom section always hangs loose regardless of the braid or not.

DAPPER -

Dapper wears a fancy black silk buttoned pyjama shirt with red decals and details but it's always paired with hideously patterned pyjama pants.

They could have anything on them! Cartoon zoo animals, Rainbow zigzags, Multicolor polka dots, Cartoon food items, Tie dyed, Animal print, Fruit print, Old grandma couch print, 80s arcade carpet print, they could just have faces all over them! Literally ANYTHING as long as it doesn't match the pyjama top (because it drives his Dad absolutely crazy and he loves it).

He also wears a pair of thick plain fluffy socks over his feet at night, since demons naturally run cold to deal with the heat of their home, which unfortunately means Dapper having a Demon as his parent (as well as Em and Pomme) gets cold feet during the night if they don't wear fluffy socks.

She also sleeps with her hair tied up in a loose protective bun on top of their head to keep most of it out of his mouth and eyes while he sleeps.

LEONARDA -

Leo sleeps in cartoon patterned pyjamas but not matching sets, ohhhh no, this girl wears pieces from 2 completely separate sets which do not match at all.

For example she might wear bright blue and red spiderman pyjama bottoms paired with a pale purple pyjama shirt with a giant cartoon panda in the middle or a pair of rainbow striped MLP pyjama bottoms with a pyjama shirt covered in hundreds of close up Walter dog faces.

When she sleeps Leo leaves her hair loose to go absolutely everywhere and does not brush it before bed even though her hair gets tangled easily.

Which unfortunately means her Pa Foolich has to help her brush out the hundreds of knots every single morning but Leo absolutely refuses to sleep with it tied up no matter how much he tries to convince her it'd be a good idea.

She also insists on wearing socks to bed every single night but immediately kicks them off as soon as she actually falls asleep which Foolish finds hilarious.

RAMÓN -

Ramón sleeps in a plain tank top and he used to just sleep in a pair of plain sweatpants like his Dad but nowadays he sleeps in a pair of blue pac man patterned pyjama bottoms that he absolutely totally 100% did not steal from Pac's washing line outside his house.

The drawstrings are always tied to keep them up, since they're not kid sized, and he's clearly taken a pair of shears to the bottom but not re-hemmed them so there's loose threads everywhere (neither Fit or Pac makes a comment on it though, because as long as Ramón's happy they're happy so Pac just secretly sews up the hems and makes adjustments to the waistband while Ramon's with Fit and says nothing).

Ramón's hair is short enough that it doesn't make a difference how he wears it at night, it might stick up a bit in the morning from where he was laying on it but he wears the meathead all day so it doesn't matter and hell, Ramón would happily sleep in his meathead too if Fit would let him.

And obviously the moustache stays on while he's asleep, duh.

TALLULAH -

Tallulah wears a pair of black flannel pyjama pants and a short sleeved purple nightgown, which looks more like an oversized t-shirt but it has scallop hemmed edges that indicate that it is actually supposed to be down to her knees.

The purple nightgown has black and darker purple polka dots all over it and the hemming is done in black thread with a large cartoon skull decal on the center (that she doesn't really like because it looks too cartoonish).

Before she sleeps she brushes her hair and bangs and Phil braids it for her, into a neat and very tight French braid (or two braids depending on what he feels like) to keep it from going crazy while she sleeps.

And obviously when she goes to sleep her hearing aids are removed and put in a little box that she keeps on the windowsill above their big family bed so she can easily reach them in the morning.

RICHARLYSON -

Richarlyson sleeps in only a pair of sleep shorts, a variety of colors depending which house he sleeps in, right now it's been either red for Pai Cellbit, green for Pai Mike or black for Tio Bad since they're the only houses he's actually slept at so far (but he has blue shorts prepared for when they stay over at Pai Pac's and pink for staying with Mae Bagi).

He takes off the football shirt to sleep and no matter how many times her parents ask them to put on a pyjama shirt she doesn't, Richas just sleeps half naked because he can.

He also has a silk hair bonnet that he really should wear to bed every night but he doesn't like it, well no, they like it slightly better now that Pac sewed the outside to be mushroom patterned like her regular hat but he still doesn't wear it every single night no matter how many times her parents ask him to.

Obviously when he sleeps they have to remove his prosthetic leg so he sleeps with only a protective compression sleeve over their stump (like Pai Pac) and her leg just lies beside her bed, he has a prosthetic stand he's supposed to use for it, but again he doesn't do it every night regardless of her parents reminding him.

POMME -

Pomme wears one of the pretty matching pyjama sets, the ones with a cute graphic on the shirt and then that design is patterned smaller all over the bottoms.

She sleeps in a long sleeved pyjama shirt with red sleeves and a white chest with a green apple decal in the middle, paired with green pyjama trousers (the same shade as the decal) with red apples (the same as her sleeves) and white polka dots patterned on them.

Pomme also wears a pair of thick knitted socks every night because her feet get cold, these aren't intentionally matching her pyjamas but since it was Etoiles that knitted them back when he was the 'wool warrior' after losing to the code, they're all either one of the French flag colors or green so they match unless she wears the blue ones.

Her hair is neatly brushed by one of her parents and in a loose braid (or braids) that inevitably falls out overnight, but she won't sleep if it's tied too tight and she doesn't like having her hair tickling her while she tries to get to sleep, she honestly doesn't care what state it's in when she wakes up she can cover some of it with her beret anyway.

EMPANADA -

Empanada sleeps in a long sleeved ankle length nightgown with frilly edges and bow details, the full works.

The nightgown is a brown and pink tartan with white lace frills around the edges of the nightgown and down the seams and it's got little pink bows where they're necessary.

She also wears thick socks with grippy silicone bottoms while getting ready for bed so her feet don't get dirty or cold, but she doesn't wear them in bed, she takes them off and leaves them beside her bed so she can put them back on when she wakes up.

To actually sleep in she wears non grippy fluffy socks which she keeps in her bedside table drawer and they all have cute little kitty patterns on them since Bagi bought them in bulk when she learnt Em got cold feet during the night.

She sleeps with her hair left loose on the pillows but unlike Leo it doesn't go crazy overnight since Empanada is the kind of little girl who brushes her hair 100 times by herself before bed and brushes it another 100 times when she hears Bagi wake up in the room above hers so that it's always neat by the time her Mamae comes to get her in the morning.

SUNNY -

In the early days Tubbo didn't have kids pyjamas and he was too proud to ask another parent for a spare set so Sunny slept in one of Tubbo's shirts like a nightgown, unfortunately for Tubbo, she still does it now even after he's bought them pyjama sets in every color under the sun.

So every night Sunny sleeps in a stolen shirt of Tubbo's that comes down to her knees and the neck hangs off her shoulders a little, with a pair of pyjama pants and a plain vest top underneath.

Obviously she changes the color of the pants every single night in no particular rotation to wear all the fancy pyjama sets her Pa bought her to try and stop her stealing his shirts (it didn't work).

They also sleep with a orange and yellow striped silk bonnet on every single night to protect their hair so that she always looks good in the mornings even before her Pa does her hair for the day.

She obviously takes off her sunglasses to sleep but she replaces them with an orange sleep mask with 'SUNNY' bedazzled on the front in blue diamantes because if she doesn't wear the sleep mask then everything is way too bright when they're trying to sleep since they wear sunglasses all day.

PEPITO -

Pepito sleeps in a crew necked red and white striped onesie with grippy feet covers so Pepito doesn't fall over.

Pepito's hair is usually fine when Pepito sleeps but Pepito occasionally gets crazy bed head, but all Pepito does on those mornings is brush it out as much as Pepito can and put on a bandana or a beanie along with Pepito's glasses and gasmask so Pepito can try to make it look like a purposeful style choice (it works about 30% of the time).

CHUNSIK -

Chunsik always sleeps in an animal onesie, his Dad originally dressed him in a crocodile one but then his Mom bought him a shark one and they fight over which one he wears each night.

Chunsik doesn't care though, he's just happy to have two onesies now, and both of them have sharp teeth on the hood and a tail on the butt and he just thinks that's awesome!

His hair gets a little messed up from sleeping in the hoods but it doesn't get tangled easily so it's easy to brush it out in the morning before he puts on his hat.

[brett-is-afraid]

I'd Walk Through Fire For You

Ship: c! Schlatt x Phil

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: top Phil would be cool but it doesn't matter, if you could somehow incorporate hexxit hardcore that would be cool! (I know this is VERY bland but I just wanted to plant the ship in your mind)

Warnings: Top Phil, bottom Schlatt, dom Phil, sub Schlatt, rough sex, wall sex, horn stimulation, dom/sub, barebacking, pain play.

Words: 1,154

“Just be good for me,” Phil whispered against the shell of Schlatt’s ear. He had the other pressed up against the cold stone wall, his body pressed close to his back. They were tucked away inside of a dungeon, one that had seemed safe enough, but a threat was always present. Just enough of one to be alluring. Neither of them were even naked, their pants and underwear had just been shoved down enough. 

It was demeaning, being pressed against the wall and fucked like a toy. That was part of the fun, though. Nobody else got to have Schlatt like this, he only trusted Phil to do it. He knew Phil wouldn’t use it against him or even make comments about it once they were done. So, Schlatt let him use him however he wanted. They had set up a crafting table in one corner of the dungeon, but that was completely ignored this time. 

The table was too good for him, Schlatt’s mind supplied. He took a shaky breath when he felt Phil starting to push inside of him. It was always hard to adjust to his size at first. He was thicker than he was long and it burned when he first shoved into Schlatt. He’d always wait a few minutes until Schlatt had completely adjusted to him, but he moved the second he could. 

This was how they both liked it, neither of them wanted to hold back or be gentle with the other. Both knew they could take it, that they wanted it, and they were willing to give it. Phil doesn’t start off rough, but it doesn’t take him long to get there. He eases Schlatt into it first, making sure he’s gotten used to the feeling of being filled again. Schlatt’s vaguely aware of the fact he’s not wearing a condom, really is, and it makes things more exciting. 

He loves when they’re done and Phil’s still dripping out of him, not even bothering to clean up. Just pulling his pants back up and going about his day like Phil hadn’t fucked him a few hours before. He’d never admit that, not even to Phil, but it’s there in the back of his mind. Phil never seems to mind it even without an explanation, so there’s really no reason for Schlatt to open up about why he likes it so much. They have a system. 

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Phil told him after a few long moments of nothing happening. “You know our word if you need me to stop,” And Schlatt did. They’d thought up a safeword when they started all this, but neither of them had ever had to use it. On Schlatt’s side of things, he couldn’t imagine anything Phil did to him being too far. If anything, it wasn’t far enough sometimes. But he still nodded his head in agreement. 

Phil pressed a kiss to the back of Schlatt’s thought in a shocking display of affection that he wasn’t used to, but he didn’t have much time to consider it. As promised, Phil was beginning to move. He started slowly and worked his way from there. Both hands found Schlatt’s waist, gripping tightly and shoving him against the wall as flat as he could go. It was an uncomfortable position, his cock crushed between the wall and his body, his skin pressed roughly into the unforgiving surface of the stone. And it was perfect. 

Phil held him in place there, keeping him still as he fucked into him. The first handful of thrusts were gentle, only going about halfway inside before pulling out again. It was just a facade, Schlatt knew it was. There was always something sharper underneath, but Phil rarely hit the ground in a full sprint. He liked to walk before he ran and it was all part of riling Schlatt up. He really was a toy. Anything Phil did, he did it because he wanted to, totally ignoring what Schlatt wanted unless he needed to use his safeword. 

And that was what Schlatt liked most about this. His wants didn’t matter. He didn’t have to be in control or think about things when he was with Phil, all he had to do was let Phil call the shots. It was nice to be able to let go every now and then. Phil was never unsure or hesitant with him either; he always knew exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t afraid to take it, and that made him a perfect combination for Schlatt. 

His pace was steadily increasing, getting both faster and rougher. He was only using about half of the energy he had, but it still made Schlatt moan quietly and relax into him a bit more. Phil was already so right for him. His hips rolled firmly into Schlatt, movements purposeful and controlled. And he wished they could stay here forever. A slight shift and he was rubbing against Schlatt’s prostate with every thrust. 

Soft gasps caught in his throat during every particularly long drag and it only encouraged Phil to go harder, chasing more sounds. His hips started to drill into Schlatt now, pressing him firmer against the wall. It was the perfect tempo now and he knew neither would last long. He rested his forehead against the wall, not even worrying if he skinned it by accident. His cock was leaking and rubbing up the wall with every thrust, and he knew he’d be sore there tomorrow. 

There was already a dull ache, pain almost outweighing the pleasure, and it made things even better. A little pain was good, it contrasted nicely. Phil was letting out breathless sounds behind him, keeping the pace he’d found. Consistency was one of the best things about Phil, he was able to keep the same rhythm going for as long as Schlatt needed it. He wouldn’t need it much longer this time around. It had been too long since they did this. 

“Come whenever you’re ready,” Phil murmured and Schlatt was relieved about that. Sometimes, Phil would deny him, but he was grateful they weren’t going that route today. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling racking his body. Phil was hitting his prostate every time, pressing as deep as he could and it was all just too much. “Come for me,” Phil amended, grabbing one of Schlatt’s horns and yanking his head back by it. 

“Fuck,” Schlatt cried out and that was all it took. He was coming against the wall and his body, staining both of them. Phil didn’t relent, he just kept his hand wrapped around Schlatt’s horn and continued fucking into him. It wasn’t much longer before Phil was grunting, tightening his hand and coming inside of Schlatt a moment later. “Fuck,” Schlatt repeated, voice quieter this time and pressing his forehead back against the cold stone when Phil let go.

[goddess-evelle]

Better than gold

Well, this is the first part of the story; I accidently made it very spicy. I had it done, and then I started writing the second part. I added a lot of stuff, and it ended up extra spicy. The second part is worst. The second part is very very very extra spicy not smut though not yet.

P.S. I know that Techno has said he is uncomfortable with shipping with other streamers. I know some people have said that he doesn't like nsfw; however I haven't found anything where he says that. BUT if any of you have a clip of it send it to me and I will gladly change the story. The NSFW part of the story is not too important so I can change it without a problem. Make something very very fluffy.

Summary: Techno has always been attracted to you and you are equally affected by him.  Both of your feelings intensify when you suddenly must live with his family. How will he be able to control himself when the voices go crazy when he is close to you. How can you avoid the pretty eyes that follow your every step and every curve?

Pairing: Technoblade x fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive ( mentions of morning wood, sexual thoughts, sex dreams), NSFW ( in future chapters), The voices really, really like you. The voices are shameless.

The voices talk in italic.

Prologue

Part I ( you are here now)

Part II

Part III

Part I

Taking a note of the last mentioned Philza made sure to observe your interactions with Techno. Even now at 19 and 18 years old you both maintain the cute stares, blushes and giggles when you talked. However, things were going to change soon. When a specific someone grows old enough to have heats.

 P.O.V. Technoblade

I woke up to the sound of Tommy yelling something about breakfast, and how I should get up before he eats it all. I got the covers out of my body and stared down at the bulge in my pants it was getting annoying how this had been happening for a whole week. I had been waking up from the most vivid dreams for a week. The dreams had one thing in common y/n was always the protagonist, and to make this worst I always woke up with a raging hard on. Taking a deep breath; I made my way to the bathroom for a quick shower; I felt something bump into my chest. My eyes follow the track of who is in front of me finding y/n’s eyes staring back at me. I feel like my breath got stuck in my throat as I watch her hold onto her towel; small drops of water sliding down her neck following the lines of her pretty collar slowly sliding past her collarbone. My eyes follow the drop until it gets lost in the small cleavage seen; the drop gets lost past my point of view, and I find myself wishing I would see just where that drop is going to end up in. Surprised at the thought that came to my mind. Normally the vulgar thoughts were controllable, but today I just could not keep my eyes off her.

We want to see, let us see, I’m pretty sure that drop is going down her stomach, we need to see, let us taste, taste, TASTE.

The voices are quick to state their opinions as I try my best to stop my mind’s wondering, but it is too late as I felt my cock pulsate at the vulgar thoughts. I dismissed the feeling remembering that we are in the hallway just outside the bathroom.

It would take us only two steps to get them into the bathroom with us, get them into the bathroom with us, let’s see where that drop lead to, let’s show her what she has been doing in our dreams.

My mind comes back to the reality when I see her lips moving, and before the voices can comment I reply to her apology.

-Don’t worry about it; I just got distracted- My voice rough as I make my way into the bathroom. However, the voices don’t miss the way her breast push softly against my arm, and neither does my cock as it pulses yet again angry at the lack of attention is receiving. I close the bathroom door softly breathing in as the voices chant about her breast pushing against me.

Soft, soft, want to touch, soft, touch, squeeze, TOUCH, squeeze is better, SQUEEZE.

I quickly hop in the shower; trying to shut down the voices. I shut my eyes as the cold water falls from my body. Feeling as it almost burns against my hot skin. Fast breaths leave my mouth as I try to calm myself down from the pain in my lower parts. After my shower I go back to my room, and get dressed going downstairs to eat some breakfast.

I hope they made golden carrots, want golden carrots, carrots are good.

My eyebrows frowned at the voices asking for carrots, and the desire to eat carrots. Eating breakfast quickly (bread and berries) feeling slightly disappointed as I wanted carrot. Phil mentioned something about needing to get some blaze rods. Hoping that one of us would get them.

-Techno, Y/n can the two of you go get the blaze rods? I really need them- Phil said. Sighing I looked over at y/n who looked ready for the adventure.

- Well why can’t one of us just go? It would be quicker - I asked softly; taking note of y/n’s soft shivering at the rumble of my voice.

Nice she likes it, she likes us, talk in her ear, let’s see her reaction.

“It’s better if two of you go. That way I know nothing bad will happen. You two can leave tomorrow make sure you rest well.” Phil stated. The conversation ending quickly after that.

“Well, until then I’m going to make some golden carrots.” I stated softly. Earning a weird look from Philza.

“Techno you have 45 golden carrots left.” Philza said slowly.

“I… just want more carrots.”  I said softly earning a concerned look from Philza.

“Well, I can help you get carrots Tech.”  My head moved quickly at the sound of y/n’s voice.

Yes she needs to be with us, we want her close, keep her close.

“That sounds good, you can help me collect them.” I said noticing how my voice deepened slightly as I talked to her.

“Eh y/n? could you give me a moment with Techno?”  Philza asked looking between y/n and I.

“Sure, I’ll go get ready to pick the carrots.” She said starting to walk upstairs.

[just-something-to-think-about]

Out of the comfortzone

Working your way out of the aftermath of your night with Chris Evans by keeping busy.

How you met him, how you kept running into him, and how you're just not able to keep out of his or his familys way.

Do you want this?

Do you even have a choice in it, or is it all just happening to you anyway?

Background: sequel from "A night out" and "The next day"

-> Characters: Y/N (female, german, veterinary assistant, major in biology, working in Arboretum near Boston), Lisa Evans, Paul, Mark, Shawn, Chloe, Phil, Josh, some other guys

-> mentioning of: Chris Evans, Scott Evans + boyfriend

Warning: 18+, just a little smut, solo masturbation with hands, mentioning of using toys, mentioning of sex, mentioning of injured dog paw, mentioning of heavy bleeding, mentioning of cut caused by shard or something sharp

Word count: ~4100

-finally a sequel, sorry it took me so long but my mind was just blank lately, cant predict when the next part is ready but there is more-

-> little reminder: I still don't have a beta, so all the mistakes are mine and it's not my native language, still learning...

-> do not repost or steal my story

-> pleas feel free to like, comment or reblog <3

Coming home after such an evening was a relive but also kinda sad, the first thing you did was taking a hot shower reliving the memories of your night together. You leaned back on the cold wall of your shower running your hands through your dripping hair, the hot water raining down on you as every muscle of your body relaxed and felt the memory of his touch.

One hand wandered to your lips which had kissed him, the other slowly found her way between your legs and before you realized what you were doing you were moaning, eyes closed, fingers rubbing your clit while reliving every moment of the two of you entwined, from the kiss in the hallway until his raspy curses while cumming inside you. At the last thought you came heavily sinking onto the floor panting like you just ran.

You stayed there like this for a couple of minutes just feeling the hot water and still not able to get him out of your head. You knew you had to get him out of there soon because you would be in serious trouble if you didn't, you could not afford to be daydreaming about him because you knew you would want more and there was no way you could get more out of this situation than you already had.

You rubbed your face in resignation, got up, turned the water off and went out of the shower, out of the bathroom and got dressed for the day.

After breakfast you did some yoga, took your book and sat on your small balcony with a headphone in one ear, listening to some music and reading for a while.

It wasn't easy to focus on the book because some memories from yesterday evening kept creeping their way into your head.

After a while you got frustrated, leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes.

You decided you had to move some more, put on your sport clothes and went for a long run.

The next couple of days were all about keeping in motion to be distracted from thinking too much about him.

It was hard.

Working outside reminded you of your first encounter, as you had worked in some national park where he had been hiking and had got lost because Dodger had pulled on his leash causing him to drop his phone which had been broken and chasing Dodger into the forest he additionally had lost his sense of orientation. After wandering around for an hour he finally had run into you in the middle of nowhere and nearly gave you a heart attack by approaching you while you were engrossed in observing some rare plants.

You had helped him to get back to the right path that day.

And working outside was a major part of your job.

You tried to get your head busy with your work and listened to podcasts in every free minute or tried and failed to read.

It got better after a week but there still were random moments when a memory of some sort suddenly popped up in your head.

You were easily aroused those days and often had the need of getting off in the evening by using your hand or your vibrator.

At the weekend you didn't went to the bar where you met him, even tho you were tempted because you just wanted to feel close to him again but you resisted and went on a hike in a nearby wildlife refuge instead.

You just worshiped the nature around you letting your thoughts wander no further than the next path bend.

The next week was easier, you established a good routine of running a big lap every second day and throwing yourself into yoga exercises on the other days. You were able to read again and went through your books like you were starving.

You probably had never been more productive at work as you were in the following two weeks and your superior was delighted about it.

You even tried to gain some new acquaintances by getting out of your introvert comfortzone and talk to your follow colleagues in breaks and were invited to join them on a game night at the weekend.

It was draining you a little to be so communicative and productive at the same time but you felt good and you were looking forward to the weekend to have a nice evening with the guys from work.

Friday dawned and you got a little stressed because you weren't sure about how you were supposed to dress and what games you would play and if you were expected to bring something, your brain kept ratteling on likewise the whole morning.

You ate breakfast, drank your coffee and went to work.

At work you took Paul aside in a quiet moment and interviewed him about all the details of the evening.

He was amused but answered every of your questions none the less without laughing about your rambling.

You were immensely relived after the talk with him and had much more information you could work with.

The huge darkhaired man with his chocolate colored eyes pulled you into a bear hug and told you not to worry, this was just a casual evening and you had nothing to be afraid off. You smiled at him and were really thankful for this surprisingly familiar gesture.

He told you where you would gather and asked if you knew how to get there. You weren't quite sure but you would figure it out you told him.

"Nonsense, let’s just drive there together" he said smiling at you while you were walking back to your working places.

You agreed, the place of Mark apparently was in some suburb outside of town so you would have needed to find a bus connection or use carsharing to get there, you fixed a time and place where he would pick you up and went back to work.

After you went home you had still some time left to get to the store to buy some beer and get ready afterwards.

Back in front your closet you just went for a cute black dress with white flowers, a black cardigan and some black boots. You wore your usual bits and pieces of simple jewelry, a thin golden necklace, two rings you had inherited from your grandmother and your obligatory collection of rings you were wearing in the ears.

After you had put on some eyeliner you stepped back and checked yourself in the mirror, you were pleased with the outcome.

You grabbed a thin jacket, it was July and almost unbearably warm during the day, but the nights could still get quite chilly at times, the beer you had bought and your bag and headed outside.

You were two minutes early but Paul didn't keep you waiting for long, he saw you, pulled over in his black jeep kind of car and motioned you to get in.

You drove for about half an hour and the way was slightly familiar to you because it was mostly the same direction you had drove to go on a hike two weeks ago.

It was easy to hold a conversation with Paul he was a genuinely nice guy and you liked him for his caring and easy nature.

You arrived a bit early and decided to use the time to take a small walk, it was still warm but not as hot as it had been the whole day so it was a perfect summer evening.

Marks small house was located in a neighborhood where every house had huge groundings and looked not exactly rich but wealthy, you weren't used to Houses standing so far from each other surrounded by so much nature.

You walked alongside a small road just chitchatting about all and nothing and it felt comfortable.

Paul was 35 and had worked as a scientifical assistant in a laboratory before he needed a change and got his job at the Arboretum you were doing your two year followship at. He told you how much he loved the work outside and seemed to be pretty enthusiastic about his research. You liked to listen to his excited speech about his work.

He was just about to ask you how you had ended up in Boston but all of a sudden you had a major déjà vu.

Some red-brown and white ball of fur had turned a corner ahead of you, had looked your way and ran towards you in full sprint. Paul stopped in his track and tried to pull you behind him to protect you from the unknown dog running straight towards you but as you had overcome the first moment of confusion you laughed crouched down and called "hello handsome, what are you doing here you cute boy?"

A second later as the dog nearly crashed into you just preventing you from falling backwards to the ground by slowing down right in front of you, licking your face and excitedly, tail wagging, jiggled under your hands, a woman came around the same corner yelling Dogers name and seeing him nearly losing his mind in your arms she ran towards you and apologized about his behavior.

You, still caressing his head, straightened up and smiled at Lisa, Chris' mom who came to a halt in front of you.

"It's alright" you said, "he apparently just can't resist causing trouble whenever I'm around" you laughed.

Lisa looked at you closer now and remembering you from Chris' birthday party about a month ago, she called out your name and pulled you in a hug. You hadn't expected it and nearly stumbled over Dodger who still was demanding your attention by pressing his nose against your hand.

"Oh I'm sorry dear" Lisa said laughing. "I just got so scared because he suddenly ran away and he never does this and Chris would kill me if I would loose him or if he got hurt or anything, thank goodness he just wanted to get to you" Lisa grinned and hugged you again.

"Well, tell me what are you doing here, do you want to come inside? Ah I completely forgot I wanted to invite you for dinner, my goodness I'm getting old." she laughed again.

"We are actually invited to a gamenight right around the corner and just took a walk because we were a bit early." You answered her amused.

"So, we unfortunately don't have the time to come inside" you said apologetically. You really liked her and didn't liked to be rude but you were invited and you were additionally afraid Chris could be inside and you were not prepared to see him again so soon.

"Ah thats unfortunate but it's so great to see you Y/N, I really would like to have you over for dinner someday soon" Lisa said rubbing your arm.

"It's just so fascinating how you Keep running into Chris or us as his family, there must be a reason for it" she said mischievously an amused glint in her eyes.

"I'm not going to wait until someone of us meets you again by chance" she said resolutely waving a hand through the air. "Are you free next, well, let me think… Ah I know, how about Saturday in two weeks dear?" She asked you with excitement.

"Uhm I guess I’m free" you said a bit hesitantly, taking a look at your phone to check your timetable even tho you actually knew there was nothing on it.

"Great" she positively beamed "just be here at one and I will take care of the rest" she said and gave you the exact address to navigate.

She hugged you once more and waiting for you to cuddle with Dodger one more time she walked back with the dog around the corner and was gone.

Paul, who had been utterly silent the whole time, and you just stood there stunned for a moment, processing what had just occurred, he was even more confused then you were.

"Who was that" he asked laughing after you finally turned towards him grimacing.

"That" you said slowly "Was Chris Evans mother".

"No way" he said shocked.

"Wait, wait, wait" he exclaimed with his hands defensively in front of him.

"Yes" you said "It means exactly what you're thinking" you grimaced again turned back into the direction from which you had come and started to walk towards Marks house.

"You know Chris Evans and are invited to a dinner party by his mom?" Paul asked in disbelief.

"Yes I am" you said not exactly thrilled about the prospect of having to talk about it.

"Oh come on Y/N" he laughed "you can’t just reveal such a fact and not tell me all about it" he pushed you playfully against your shoulder.

You laughed and pushed him back. "Well first of all, you're not going to tell anyone about this" you said seriously.

"I won't" he said grinning.

"You have to promise" you said still serious.

"All right" he pouted a little jokingly "I promise".

"Good" you said "well what do you want to know?"

"Everything" he exclaimed "how did you meet, why does his mother know you? You're from Germany right? How come a women from Germany knows Captain America and gets the privilege to dine with his family, you surely don't know him for long do you?"

"Well, I met him two years ago working in a national park, he had lost his way and I helped him to find back. It wasn't such a big deal", you waved your hand, "he was just some hiker and he said thank you and went his way afterwards.

After this I met him on two other occasions two years ago one time his dog, you just met, stepped into a shard or something and was bleeding as I ran into him and his girlfriend of the time and I offered my help."

You remembered vividly the moment you were hiking somewhere in Vermont with your family as they had visited you for two weeks, and you saw the man and the dog again you had just met for the first time two months earlier. He had been crouched down to his dog cursing, his girlfriend stood next to him looking down at the two of them helplessly.

You approached them and asked what was wrong.

Chris was moody and had snapped at you in the first moment. He had thought you a fan or something and was so worried about Dodg he wasn't willing to deal with a stranger.

You had realized Dodger was hurt but ok for the most part and had stayed calm for him to calm down too.

You reminded him you had met before and where and added that you were a trained veterinary assistant and would like to help if you could.

He had looked up surprised to see you again so far away from where you had met the last time. He was stunned about the information of you being a veterinarian assistant and needed a moment before he was ready to let you touch his dog.

You had waited calmly because you could see his worries about the dog were the bigger problem at the moment, compared to the actual injury the dog was dealing with.

He had gotten out of his state of shock and had shown you the injured paw, which was still bleeding relatively heavily under the handkerchief, which he had pressed on the wound. In the end the whole thing had been less dramatic than it had looked.

You had cleaned the wound with a little bit of water while Chris held his dog tightly in his arms and had put some bandages, out of the first aid kit of your mother, around the paw with a bit of duct tape at the bottom to prevent the dirt and water to get to the injury to quickly. You had assured him it would be completely normal for Dodger to still limp a bit and told him to get him to a vet as soon as possible so that they could carry out any further treatment that may be necessary.

Chris was immensely thankful and had even hugged you back then before he had went on his way with Dodg and his girlfriend to get the dog to the vet.

"And the last time I saw him before I got back to Germany to start my major" you went on with your story, "it was a situation likewise the one you just witnessed with his mother. It was in some suburb somewhere around here where I had visited a friend from work. I had been jogging and all of a sudden Dodger had stood in front of me, his owner nowhere to be seen. I had waited a while and had walked with the dog in the general direction from which he had come running and after a couple of minutes I had heard someone calling the dog’s name. Chris came around a corner nearly running and I was able to reunite the two of them." you chuckled remembering the stunned face of Chris realizing it was you once again.

"He was in utter disbelief" you told Paul who was laughing along with you after he had listened intently the whole time.

"After this Chris invited me for a beer the same evening and we had a really long talk about all and nothing and I went back to Germany the next week."

You paused for a moment while Paul stayed silent, waiting for the rest of the story.

"I actually thought this was it, this would have been the last time I met this guy and I was ok with it." You said as you came to a halt in front of Marks house.

"But well, I got back here and a month ago I, by chance, ran into him the fourth time. I actually ended up at his birthday party by accident." you laughed.

"How?" Paul asked laughing in disbelief.

"I oversaw a sign at the door of a pub in the city that there was a private party that night, went in, the barkeeper took pity on me and wanted me to drink a beer before he kicked me out and Scott, Chris' brother witnessed the whole thing because he and his boyfriend were the only two other guests in there and insisted for me to stay without telling me who’s birthday this actually was."

You chuckled.

"You can imagine how shocked I was as he finally arrived and how funny it was when Scott introduced me to his brother as his," you made quotation marks with your fingers, "guest of honor" "and the moment Chris realized who had found her way into his life again." you covered your face with your hands and chuckled again.

Paul was stunned about this whole story and just shook his head for a while.

"This can't be real" he said laughing.

"What the hell is going on between the two of you that you keep running into the guy" he grinned and grabbing you by your shoulders he shook you slightly.

"I don't know" you said sighing.

"Believe me I have asked me the same thing so many times" you rolled your eyes.

"Alright" Paul said, "so, you're kind of magnetic to Americas Ass then" he laughed.

"But why on earth does his mother wants to invite you to dinner?" he asked grinning and shaking his head again.

"Ah yes I forgot that" you chuckled.

"She was at his birthday party and apparently Chris had told his family about his "guardian angel" you made quotation marks again "his words not mine" you grimaced but grinned afterwards.

"And apparently she believes I had some major part in keeping her son alive as he got lost in the national park and wants to thank me for it with a dinner party or something" your hands were on your face again.

"My goodness, what a story" Paul said.

"If I hadn't just witnessed you running into his dog and mother I guess I would not believe half of it."

He smiled at you and you could only agree with him that if the situation was the other way around you would not believe yourself either.

You stood there a while longer before Paul asked "So do you think he will be there too?"

"I honestly have no idea" you said and was grimacing again.

"Why do I get the feeling you don't even want him to be there?" He asked curiously tilting his head to one side.

"Ahhh I just don't want to see him" you exclaimed face in hands.

"Oh no, no way" Paul said with a brought grin.

"You slept with him, didn't you?" he slapped a palm against his thigh.

"This story keeps getting better and better" he grinned.

You just turned on the spot face still in hands and didn't answered but this was probably answer enough.

He laughed and took you into one of his bear hugs again.

"So, what's the problem?" he asked.

"Was it that bad? Did something happen? Did he not call you afterwards? What’s the matter?"

"No, it wasn't bad, nothing happened and he didn't even ask for my number, well I technically gave my number to his mum but I don't know if he knows that. The problem is I just left the next morning because I know this couldn't be something else then a one-night-stand and I wanted to save us the awkward morning after thingi." you said with a sigh.

"Oh dear, you are afraid you're going to fall for him and he isn't going to be interested in you this way" Paul said with a sympathetic voice and hugged you again.

"Maybe" you mumbled into his shirt.

"You're going to be ok" he said and rubbed your shoulder.

"Maybe he isn't even going to be there."

"I just don't know if I want him to be there or not" you sighed.

Paul could understand you and offered moral support if you needed any. You were thankful to be able to talk about the whole thing to someone and surprised he had been so caring again.

After you talked for another five minutes a car came to a halt in front of Mark's house and you greeted Shawn from work and Chloe, his girlfriend.

All together you went up to the house and entered after Mark opened the door.

The evening was great you had some beer with the guys and after keeping close to Paul for the better part of the night you at some point were comfortable enough to talk to the others without his presence.

You had a good chat with Chloe but got along even better with Mark and Phil. Shawn, Josh and some other guys you could not recall the names of were really nice too but you were so occupied with Paul Mark and Phil you didn't got the chance to talk to them for real. You played some card games but the evening was mostly about getting together, talking, drinking and laughing. Mark had opened the French doors facing the garden and you went outside to stand around a bonfire he had prepared.

After you had drunken all six of the beers you had brought, you were pretty tipsy and went back to your safe spot beside Paul to have some water. He had just drunk one beer to be able to drive you two back home and was amused but also impressed by the amount of alcohol you had drunk in such short time. The other ones, being at the same state as you were, had had much less buzz.

"Well, I guess that answers the question if Germans can really handle more alcohol then we do" he chuckled and placed his arm around your shoulders.

You were more tired than drunk and the heavy warm arm around you made it even harder to stop yourself from yawning. Paul noticed and asked if you should head home. You told him you could stay if he wanted to, but in the end he just collected your stuff and you said goodbye and took leave.

You nearly fell asleep in the car seat on your way home and Paul made the effort of parking somewhere near your apartment and brought you to your door. It didn't felt like something romantical of him doing so, it was more like he was thinking about you as his little sister.

You were just grateful beyond words for the day and his support and gave him a tight hug before you entered your home and shut the door behind you.

You managed to get out of your clothes, to even wash off your eyeliner and brush your teeth but afterwards you fell into bed and slept immediately like a stone until you woke about seven or eight hours late around eleven am.

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[savoies]

rating things my boyfriend has said during sex - nolan patrick.

summary: rating things nolan has told you during sex.

word count: 1k.

warnings: borderline smut, mentions of smut, bad words, mentions of alcohol.(remember protection and consent)

a/n: here it is, thank you to everyone who voted! hope you guys like it.

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1. That's my girl.

9/10.

Made me feel good.

Lowkey made me feel like a dog for a sec but we overlooked that.

Nolan had just gotten home from a game,  a winning game for that matter. One in which he made the overtime goal in. Meaning only one thing. Rewarding him for his goal. It wasn't a written rule you guys had just something that casually reoccurred over time. Just him coming back from a winning high and one thing always led to another.

Your moans filled the small Philadelphia apartment as Nolan thrusted into you. Both of you quickly about to reach your high.

"Nolan im about to..."  You said as kept on riding him.

"Let go baby." He said as he looked at you and the current view in front of him.

You finally reaching your orgasm and letting go as the feeling of your high overtook you.

"That's my girl." Nolan said as both of you laid next to each other both slowly drifting off to sleep.

2. Did you put bread on the grocery list?

3/10.

Ruined the mood.

Did remind me about the bread though.

You and Nolan were very handsy all day. Much preferring to stay in then go out but Travis had invited you over for lunch with him and Karly so instead of taking care of how you were feeling you had to result to waiting which you and Nolan did not much prefer.

~~~~

Quickly getting home and kissing once you got into your living room. Dropping articles of clothing as both of you went to the bedroom.

You kissing Nolan and tugging at his hair as grunts and moans filled your bedroom.

You quickly trying to remove his pants.

"Wait." Nolan said through heavy breaths.

"What." You dragged out kind of getting desperate.

"Did you put bread on the grocery list?" He asked as he stopped kissing you.

"Wait, are you serious? You stopped this for that?" You questioned as you got up and put your shirt on.

"Where are you going?" He asked as you stepped out of the room."

"I'm going to add bread to the grocery list."

"Ok good cause i need my ham and cheese sandwiches." He said as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

3. I swear im gonna marry you one day.

10/10

Filled my stomach in butterflies.

If he keeps on saying it i'm gonna give this man anything and everything. 

You and Nolan had just gotten back from your friend's wedding. Both having to wear stuffy outfits and quickly trying to get out of them as fast as possible.

"You know i think it'll be more fun if i take off your dress." He said as he stood across the room and looked at you with a smirk.

"Oh really." You said as you walked over to him. Him quickly but softly pushing you against the bed.

Him teasing you as he removed your dress slowly.

"God, I swear I'm gonna marry you one day." He said as he looked at you admiring you. 

Placing a condom on his length as he entered you and you buried your face into his neck.

That day the sex was soft and loving, Nolan picturing what it would be like for you to walk down the aisle to him.

4. Only I get to make you feel this way.

100/10

Woowee.

Made me wet

You and Nolan had just gotten back from celebrating a win with the boys. Them deciding that it was a good idea to go to the bar a few minutes away from the wells fargo center.

You sat on one of the bar stools as you talked to Sophie (Phil's girlfriend) and Nolan and the others stood on the far side of the bar.

When some random dude approached you as she left to go to the bathroom.

"What is a pretty lady like you doing at the bar all alone." He asked with a slight slur to his words.

"What thats the best flirting skill you got up your sleeve?" You asked, letting out a small laugh at his attempt to get in your pants.

Nolan quickly watching the situation go down. He wasn't quite happy that there was a guy making you laugh and that he was so close to you. As soon as the guy placed his calloused hand on your thigh Nolan walked over.

"Come on Y/N we're heading home." He said.

"Aww come on dude let her have some fun." 

"My girlfriend doesn't want to have fun with you." He said as he sized up to him and you grabbed his hand and walked out. You knew you were in for it when you got home seeing the way his knuckles turned white as he held down on the steering wheel.

Quickly getting home as he walked into your guys room expecting you to follow.

~~~~~

Quickly and roughly removing your clothes.

As he looked at you and said "only i get to make you feel this way." He said as he lined up at your entrance and thrusted into you. You knew you were definitely going to be sore tomorrow morning.

5. boobies *blows raspberries*

7/10

Kinda odd but fun.

Hey if he's a boob guy he's a boob guy.

Nolan and you had just gotten back from a date. Having had a few drinks and being a bit tipsy. Both being quite funny people after two or three drinks. 

Walking hand in hand back to your apartment just enjoying each other's presence.

"Babe can we make out?" Nolan asked as he sat on the couch. 

"Sure why not." You said loving the feeling of his warm lips on yours.

Both kissing softly as he worked his way down to nip at your neck. He removed your shirt as his cold skin raised goosebumps on yours.

"Boobies." He said as he blew raspberries into your boobs.

You laughed as he then looked up at you and placed one more kiss on your lips.

"You are so weird you know that." 

"Yeah but you love it."  And honestly yeah you did. You loved Nolan and your events in the bedroom because it was always different, and fun, and exciting.

[buckybeardreams]

Tony asks Steve for a favor

"Steve, can you help me take a picture?"

Steve nodded and Tony handed him his phone.

"Yeah, of course."

"Great, I was trying to take a picture of my ass cos it looks great right now, but I couldn't get a good angle."

Steve's eyes widened when Tony pushed his pants down, just enough to reveal the thong he was wearing and two perfectly round, perky ass cheeks.

"Okay, so if you could get an upwards angle, like take it from slightly down below, but also like a little bit off to the side—"

Steve was just staring at his ass, and Tony glanced over his shoulder and frowned.

"Steve, focus! I need to document my ass before it gets all old and saggy."

"Uh… yeah, I don't think that's something you need to be worried about."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"I'm flattered, but seriously just take the picture."

Steve swallowed, his mouth dry, and nodded.

"Yeah, okay."

Steve must have taken at least a dozen pictures before Tony was satisfied and pulled his pants back up over his ass and grabbed his phone.

"Thanks, I appreciate the help."

Steve nodded, shifting a little, his hands slipping into his jeans pockets—hoping it wasn’t too obvious how hard he was. 

He felt a little awkward, not sure what to say, but Tony didn't seem to feel the same way. 

He was scrolling through the pics, and then glanced up at Steve and raised a brow at him.

"What?"

"N–Nothing," Steve squeaked.

Tony sent him a strange look, but shook his head.

"Okay, I'm gonna leave before you make things weird."

Tony didn't say anything else about it after that, and Steve didn't bring it up, but he did blush every time he saw Tony. If Tony noticed, he didn't comment on it, though Clint took to teasing Steve and Sam joined in on it. Brock… Well, Brock would just smirk at Steve like he knew something that Steve didn't know. 

That something was apparently that Tony had not only shown off the pictures to them, but he'd told Brock about how Steve had helped him with that particular photo shoot.

--

Steve was sitting in an Avengers meeting, his eyes on Sam who was going over the information Phil had sent him about the new SHIELD protocols—possibly the only one actually listening. 

Clint was flicking balls of paper across the table at Brock who had his fingers in L's like a goal. 

Natasha looked like she could care less, sitting up on the table with a foot on either side of Bucky's thighs, Bucky's hands trailing up and down her thighs like he wanted to fuck her right there in the meeting. 

Tony was looking at his phone, which wasn't unusual in the slightest. 

Steve didn't approve of his team's lack of interest in the new safety protocols, but when his eyes met Tony's, Steve giving him a look that said pay attention, Tony just smirked. 

His foot came up to nudge Steve's under the table, and he sent a pointed look towards Steve's phone that had lit up with a new message.

Steve narrowed his eyes at him, choosing to ignore him, and Tony rolled his eyes. 

Tony was back on his phone, his thumbs tapping away rapidly, and Brock picked up his phone when it buzzed before knocking his knee against Steve's.

"Tony wants you to check your phone."

Sam paused, his eyes meeting Brock's, who just raised a brow at him. 

Clint snickered from across the table, smirking at Steve and he got that distinct feeling that they knew something he didn't. 

Sam just sighed and shook his head, continuing his speech. 

When Steve ignored Brock, Tony sent Bucky a message, and Bucky frowned at Tony when he read it.

"Stevie, check your phone," Bucky said, exasperated.

"Really, man, can you not even pretend to be listening to me?" Sam complained.

Bucky scoffed.

"Why are you calling me out? What? Is only Brock allowed to interrupt you? I don't think it's fair that he gets special treatment just because he bends over for you."

Sam narrowed his eyes at him.

"You made us turn off the audio and read the subtitles at the last movie night because Natasha fell asleep," Sam pointed out. "You don't get to say shit about favoritism."

Bucky rolled his eyes, and Sam sighed, pulling his phone out of his pocket when it chirped.

"For the love of God, Steve, look at your damn phone so Tony stops bugging us about it."

Steve groaned and picked up his phone, glaring at Tony as he unlocked it. 

His eyes widened and he flushed bright red, squeaking in surprise and slamming his phone face down on the table.

"What the—? Tony!" Steve squeaked. "You can not send me nudes while we're in a meeting!"

Tony rolled his eyes but there was a very pleased smirk on his lips when Bucky snatched up Steve's phone and whistled.

"Nice ass, Stark," Bucky said, showing the picture to Natasha.

The way Bucky said it made it seem like he'd never seen Tony's ass, but Steve was the only person on the team who hadn't seen it—before their impromptu photoshoot, that is.

"Thank you! That one's my favorite. By the way, it doesn't count as nudes if I'm still in underwear, Steve. It's just sexy photos."

"These photos are damn fine," Bucky agreed.

"I love the angle. It makes your ass look so good," Natasha added.

Steve grabbed the phone away from them, shoving it in his pocket and glaring at Brock like he expected him to try and steal it next.

Brock just rolled his eyes.

"Calm down, Rogers. I've already seen the pics."

"Yeah, you can thank Brock because he's the one who convinced Tony to send you one," Clint said.

Brock shrugged.

"It's the least he could do after you so generously offered to help him."

Brock was definitely teasing Steve, and Steve was as red as a lobster. 

It didn't help that Bucky was laughing his ass off next to him.

"I didn't offer to help! He asked me to!" Steve protested.

"Oh, and I'm sure it was such a hassle to help out," Natasha teased.

"Yeah, Stevie, it must have been such a burden to look at Tony's ass," Bucky snickered.

"I fucking hate all of you," Steve grumbled, trying to sink lower into his chair like he could disappear.

"Okay, can we please finish up this meeting?" Sam said, exasperated. “I’m legally not allowed to let any of you leave this room until we get through this stupid presentation.”

It took a good twenty minutes to get everyone back on track and Steve was so glad when they're attention was no longer on him, and even more glad when they were dismissed.

--

Later that night Steve was watching TV in the communal living room when Tony walked in. 

He was heading to the kitchen for coffee but he paused.

"Hey, thanks for helping me out the other day. The pics were a huge hit on my OnlyFans."

"I'm sorry, your what?" Steve asked, thoroughly confused.

Tony raised a brow at him.

"Yeah, I mean, people will pay good money to see me naked. Trust me, that's one of the more tame photoshoots I've done. Usually, I have Brock or someone else help me, but he was with Sam and Clint, and told me to fuck off because he was trying to get laid, and you were the only other person in the tower."

Tony rolled his eyes like everyone being busy was such a nuisance to him. 

Steve was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole Tony has a page where he posts pictures of himself—naked pictures of himself. Steve was also trying to figure out how he could possibly get access to this site without coming off as some creep who wanted to jack off to his pictures. 

Though, just to be clear, Steve definitely wanted to jack off to pictures of Tony, had definitely been doing it for years, and had one hundred percent jacked off at least half a dozen times to the picture of Tony's ass in a thong since the meeting three hours ago.

"Right, yeah, no problem, Tony. Um, let me know if you ever need help again," Steve said, only somewhat awkwardly.

Tony nodded.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

Then Tony disappeared into the kitchen, and Steve pulled out his phone and texted Brock.

I need a link to Tony's OnlyFans page.

Brock sent it within seconds, and Steve decided to not think about how much shit he was going to get for this later. 

He clicked on the link, his dick instantly twitching to life as he scrolled through the pictures, having paid for access without any hesitation. His eyes widened when he clicked on a video of Tony fucking himself on a dildo that was easily as large as Steve's own cock.

Steve was caught up in thoughts of Tony speared on his dick, too lost in the video to realize that the moans coming from the video were very much audible, when Tony walked up behind him and casually glanced over his shoulder. 

He had his mug of coffee in his hands and didn't seem in the slightest bit angry or surprised that Steve was watching one of his videos.

"Yeah, I like that one. Bucky actually took that one for me a few weeks ago. I have a few of him, me, and Nat, and a few that I did with Brock, Clint, and Sam. The group sex is always a big hit with my fans."

Steve cursed, jumping in surprise and whipping his head around to look at Tony.

"Jesus Christ, Tony! Don't sneak up on a guy like that!"

Tony just looked vaguely amused, reaching out to swipe down through a whole bunch of photos before clicking on a different video. 

In this one Tony wasn't alone. He and Bucky were spitroasting Natasha, Bucky fucking her from behind while she sucked Tony off. Sam's voice could be heard, too, groaning like he was stroking himself off and giving out praise and instructions, so it was obvious that Sam was recording them.

"I'm sorry, do you guys just do this together?" Steve asked in disbelief. "How did I not know about this?"

Tony shrugged.

"I would have offered for you to join if I thought you'd be interested, but you blush when girls show off too much cleavage. I didn't think it was really your scene. Captain America fucking Iron Man would definitely be a crowd pleaser, though," Tony said almost thoughtfully, a very casual air to it like this was no big deal, like he hadn't been dreaming of getting fucked by Steve, by Captain America, since he hit puberty.

Steve cleared his throat, swallowing hard when another video played automatically after that one ended, this one showing Tony whining and whimpering on Bucky's cock.

"I, um, I mean, if you ever need help…" Steve stammered, barely aware of what he was offering.

Tony smirked, the slightest blush appearing on his cheeks like a happy glow lighting up his face, and he ducked his head shyly, bringing his coffee up to his lips to sip at it.

"Yeah, okay. Maybe we can do a video together some time, if you're up to it?"

Steve was blushing bright red but he nodded.

"Yeah… I think that'd be… good?" Steve said a little uncertainly. "I'd love to help out any way I can."

Tony bit his lip and nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to Steve's cheek.

"Thanks, Steve," he murmured gratefully.

Steve may or may not have retreated to his floor after Tony headed back down to the lab and spent the night getting familiar with Tony's page, and hoping that Tony would ask him to do a video soon.

Tony one hundred percent went up to his floor and giggled all giddily like some schoolgirl in love, and then called up Brock to tell him all about it.

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Wtf?? I actually totally forgot I wrote this! It's so cute tho!

[ayamturd]

brother│sbi family

summary: y/n will always stand by their brothers no matter the hardship or challenges they should overcome in the end.

song: Brother by Kodaline

warnings: angst to fluff(?), cursing, blood/gore descriptions, death, slight spoliers for dsmp

pairing: in-game platonic!sbi family

a/n: i heard this song the other day and knew i had to give it a try (give it a listen!). also, each section/scene change is supposed to show a period of growth for the reader, both in age and confidence wise. as always, pls feel free to comment or give feedback!

wc: (4.1k) - m.list

When we were young we were the ones

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

“Techno, wait!” 

“Keep up then, slow poke!” 

Technoblade and y/n were running through the village, laughing like madmen while jumping over the hay bales serving as their mini obstacle course. They were passing the time while Dadza finished his tradings with Wilbur, him volunteering to assist in hopes of exploring the market place. As they continued their chase, Technoblade began to gain a lead; his long limbs giving him a far unfair advantage against his smaller sibling. He was nearing the local well in the town square, and y/n knew they would have to take drastic measure before he could claim victory. 

Quickly assessing their surroundings, y/n grabbed the first product they could snatch off the closest stand. They beamed it at Techno, the potato hitting him on the back of his head, causing him to falter and trip over his hooves. Y/n leaped over him, grin wide when hearing the vendor and their brother yell after them.

“Y/n! What gives?!” Technoblade scrambled up in a hurry, rushing to meet their stride. Y/n only cackled, shouting back, “hey, it’s like you once said, ‘What the ancients called a clever fighter is one who not only wins, but excels in winning with ease.’”

The sun beamed down in the late afternoon, yet y/n was too driven to notice. They reached the center square and rang the bell, signifying their win. “I regret teaching you the ways of Sun Tzu.” Technoblade was panting with his hands on his knees; he had tried to catch up given his fall slowing him down, but ended up running in vain to his defeat.

“Ahh you don’t mean that now, do you?” Y/n climbed up the well and jumped on Technoblade’s shoulders, forcing him to adjust to the sudden weight while they gripped his pink hair. He grunted, “I do if it means you beating me.” Y/n giggled. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll always remember your miserable loss as the origin of my success.” 

“Gee, thanks.” Despite their bickering, the two children held large smiles, snickering while spinning carefree and contently. They tuned out the world, purely existing in the moment while conquering each trivial challenge at a time.

We've taken different paths

“Come on, y/n, you’ve got to let go some time or another.” Y/n clung onto Wilbur’s side, curled into his chest while the lanky man hovered his arms above them.

“Not until you hug me back, you jerk!” Wilbur sighed, pulling them in again. “I already hugged you in the house. We’re not gonna be here for another 10 minutes, right? You know how impatient Tommy can be.”

“Alright, fine you dickhead. I’ll let you go. See if I care the next time you want a hug,” y/n huffed. They pulled away in haste and crossed their arms, turning away from him completely. 

“You’re such a cry baby, s’not like we’ll be gone forever. Can visit and shit,” Tommy spoke up, walking towards the pair with his saddle in hand.

“Shut up, bitch. I won’t miss you anyway, I was talking to Wilbur.”

“Like hell you won’t!”

Wilbur stepped between the two, hand on Y/n’s shoulder and a push to Tommy’s face. “Maybe it’s best that we’re leaving, y/n. Tommy’s obviously influenced you too much.”

“Why the hell you say that like it’s a bad thing?!”

“Ugh, God please no.”

Despite all odds, y/n was the shortest in the family compared to all the boys. They were forced to look up at Tommy while he glared down at their smug face. 

Phil came forward from the house and chose to stand besides y/n. “I’ve only just gotten them to leave, don’t tell me you’re holding them down any longer.” Y/n muttered a small no. Wilbur and Tommy looked offended at the comment, and Phil only chuckled at the sight. “You’ll see them soon, y/n. You know they’ve been waiting for the opportunity to explore, and one day you’ll take your chance too.”

“Yeah, I know,” y/n sighed and leaned into Phil’s side. They were openly pained to have their brothers leave their home, disliking the idea of their family separated, yet they knew they didn’t have the right to stop them from their ambitions.

Phil checked over their supplies once more before patting their shoulders with encouraging words. Giving them room, the brothers mounted their horses and pulled the reins to the East, taking one final glance at their home. They both waved and rode off. 

The sun laid above the horizon, strips of color spread across the sky as night began to fall. Though they were too far to hear, y/n waited a moment before speaking. “Till next time.” 

And travelled different roads

“You can’t be serious.”

“You rather I leave them to die?” Technoblade was packing, grabbing his best weaponry and stuffing rations into his satchel. Although contemplating to bring his armor, he opted out of it in favor of traveling light. Y/n was trailing behind the large piglin, eyes irritated and upset. 

“How can you say that? I’m only concerned on why you think a revolution is what they need right now!” Technoblade spun around at their words, standing above them menacingly. Any rational person would be afraid if it weren’t for the fact that they grew up together. 

“Y/n. You and I both know there’s a reason they called me and me alone. I’m going there to help and do what is ask of me. What else do you expect from all of this?” Technoblade spoke steadily, his chin still raised while his eyes looked down at them. It only angered y/n more. 

“What I expect, Technoblade, is for you to be their brother and help them! Be their brother for once and not just ‘the Blood God’!” Y/n emphasized each point with a jab to his chest. It was rare for the two to fight at all, them being considerably close and maintaining the same idealization for the most part. 

Techno only narrowed his eyes before grabbing y/n’s wrist. “We’ve talked about this, y/n. Don’t act like you don’t understand the difference between ‘the Blood God’ and myself. Don’t act like there is a difference at all.” There was a slight pause as y/n’s eyes widen at their close proximity, Technoblade having had moved closer towards their face.

“… you’re hurting me, Techno.” Glancing down at their hands, Technoblade immediately let go and grabbed his crossbow behind y/n, leaving the room as if the conversation never happened. Y/n was quick to follow him before he left the house. 

They screamed out, “This isn’t right, Techno! For their sakes, you and that tactical brain of yours should realize that at the very least!” Technoblade stopped near the exit and tilted his head to the left, a brief silence before speaking. “If you weren’t so afraid of the world, you could always go save them yourself.”

He slammed the front door close at that, leaving a still y/n in shock at his words. The night was dead quiet as y/n stood there for some time, a ringing silence impeding the air. Phil came down the hallway from his room, tired yet aware of the situation; he was admittedly awake during the argument. “Are you alright, dear?” His voice was soft as he was unsure of y/n’s current emotions, their back to him while facing the front door. Y/n turned towards him with teary eyes.

“No.”

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you

“Ya’ know what, Wilbur?” Tommy was sitting on a furnace, Wilbur leaning against the cavern walls across him. They were both eating dinner together in the dark, dimly lit and empty space, the only sound coming further down the cave where Technoblade farmed until Tommy spoke up. Raising a hand to chew, Wilbur swallowed before asking a what?

“I’m getting real sick of potatoes.” They both laughed at that, temporarily finding joy in the small joke before fading back into a helpless silence. They were still reeling from their situation; no home, no friends, no government to stand with. While they were in the presence of their brother, Technoblade was focused on their main goal: revolution. Even through perseverance, the brothers couldn’t help but feel exhausted from the efforts, the previous war having taken a toll in spite of the approaching age of a new one.

“I miss home,” Tommy expressed, eyes trained to the ground. Wilbur stared at the boy before looking down at the baked potato in hand. “Me too.” 

A sudden noise came from above, as if someone broke down their stone entrance. Although Pogtopia had gained an underground support from the citizens of Manberg, their location was still undisclosed to the others, secret letters and Tubbo being the only communication. Grabbing his sword, Tommy nodded to Wilbur and headed up the steep stairway. Wilbur briefly looked up and ran to warn Technoblade of a possible intruder. 

Weapon in hand, Tommy creeped up the path determined. Footsteps echoed underground and Tommy paused to push himself against the wall. The light of a lantern glowed ever so brighter with each approaching step behind the corner above. Right as he rose to strike, a familiar voice spoke out. 

“You’re not seriously going stab me now, right?” Tommy’s gaze shot up to see his sibling smirk at his surprise. “Cause that would suck after traveling this whole way to see you idiots.”

Tommy laughed breathlessly in disbelief before shouting their name for all to hear. He ran up to quickly embrace them and pulled them down to meet the rest. Technoblade and Wilbur visibly relaxed at the sigh of the two, weapons dropping to their side.

“You’re here,” Technoblade stated, his eyebrows raised unexpectedly. Expression neutral, y/n only spared him a glance before looking to the side. “I’m here.” 

Wilbur ignored the small tension and walked forward, a soft smile at the sight of them with his arms raised. “Am I still allowed to ask for that hug?” Y/n grinned and let him engulf them in a hug. They squeezed his torso tight while they swayed slightly side to side. Tommy, elated to see his sibling for the first time in practically years, vocalized his excitement loudly behind the embracing pair.

“Are you here to help us fight?!”

Y/n hesitated before turning back to smile wearily, “I’m here to help you in any way I can.”

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

“You want to be a hero, Tommy?”

The battlefield was suspended in apprehension, everyone amassed on the small platform above the caved in trench. Standing before them, separated by the broken landscape, Technoblade held large, black skulls in each hand. In front of him, two structures of sand guarding his sides. He was perched over them, eyes red in blood-like fury with tusks that pointed in pride and determination. Y/n gaped in horror at the sight, whispering a small no that fell on deaf ears. 

“Then die like one!”

A sudden light blinded the field, Technoblade having had completed the ancient ritual due for destruction. Before anyone could collet their thoughts, a small force pushed everyone back. Strong winds blew as dust covered the the terrain, and from the ashes of white fire rose two mythological beasts with holo eyes and a grotesque body of dark bones. There was a beat of stillness before chaos erupted.

Yelling and panic ensued as some began fighting the monstrosities while others worked to kill those preventing the end. Y/n felt lost as others pushed and pulled them every way. They tried looking for their brothers, crying out their names in the frantic space, but could no longer define anyone in the tumultuous crowd overwhelming them. 

By the time they were able to separate themself from the group, a building hum penetrated from above. Explosions descended around them as they became trapped by the blasts. Arms covered and crouched close to the ground, Y/n was helpless to the wither, and they stared in dread as the creature began to glow to attack once more. 

Before they met their final end, however, colors invaded the sky and erupted against the wither’s side. It roared in rage at the measly ambush and turned to find the source. Y/n was still frozen in the futile position, but was hoisted from behind and dragged up the small crater entrapping them. 

Technoblade let go of their weight once on solid ground again and stepped away immediately. Y/n, wheezing from the realization they could have died, turned to look up at their brother while still laying on the ground. Arms beneath them, they struggled to raise their head to him. 

“Why, Tech,” y/n exasperated, eyes begging for a justification for more destruction beyond that of their recent brother’s death. Tears fell in anguish of the devastation around them. “Just why?”

“Not everyone can be saved. Not everything is worth being saved.”

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

“Come on Toms, stay with me now.” Pulling with all their might, y/n grappled the thin boy through the water as they fought to swim against the current in the rising dawn. As they crawled onto the sandy shores, the heavy weight of being completely soaked left them restless on the beach. Taking a moment to breathe, y/n gathered their strength before rushing to Tommy’s side.

“Come on, Tommy. You can’t do this to me now.” Y/n laid him completely flat and started to push his chest in rhythmic beats, shoving down as hard as they could to save him. 

He was already incredibly pale from the cold depths of the water, and y/n could only assume he had been in the water for some time before they arrived. 

Every so often they would glance to discern any movement or change but would go back to focusing on reviving their brother entirely. As more time passed and Tommy refused to move, Y/n grew frustrated and speed up their pace harshly, tears clouding their vision despite their resolution. “Please, Tommy. Please. I can’t lose another one of you. Not again.”

With a sudden twitch, Tommy jerked before coughing up water and trembling with the rush of air to his lungs. Y/n looked up to the green horizon and closed their eyes in relief, tears streaming down their cheeks before they reached down to hold the boy close. Gently bring him into their arms and caressing his long wet hair, Tommy continued to draw breaths with his arm hung limply around them. He clutched the fabric on their shoulder, whimpering in a small voice,

“Y/n? Are you really here this time?” Y/n squeezed him tighter.

“It’s really me, Toms. I’m here. And I’m never leaving you again.”

And if we hit on troubled water

I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe

“This is not a trial, Technoblade.” Quackity motioned to the anvil strung above the stage, beaming at the seething piglin through the bars of the cage. “This is an execution. We are going to kill you.” 

Hidden beneath the breath of night while under the effects of the invisible potion, y/n observed from the roof of a nearby house. Although they kept their distance from everyone in their family besides Tommy, y/n couldn’t ignore the apparent ‘Butcher Army’ when they passed through the forest where they were collecting wood, their brother strung behind them as if on a leash. 

Y/n glared at the immaturity of the young boys, despising the belief that more death will create peace in a land built on bloodshed. While their relationship with Technoblade was rough considering their last encounter, they couldn’t deny the fact that he had a right to hold his certain principles and acted out in aggression to the others’ mistreatment; though arguably to an extreme.

Their gaze shifted when the mercenary, Punz, announced his arrival with thrown snowballs and began spreading TNT as an apparent distraction. Deciding to aid in the diversion, y/n pulled arrows out of their quiver and aimed to target the boys when they tried to assault him. 

“Where the hell did that come from?!” Fundy screeched out in revelation after barely managing to dodge an incoming arrow to the leg. Despite all efforts, Quackity realized their intentions and ran to pull the level. As he let out a joyous shout, y/n dropped their bow in fear, eyes trained on the falling anvil before it was meant to strike and scrambled to their feet. To their astonishment and utter relief, a faint, green glow emitted once Technoblade was supposedly killed. The Blood God had escape death. What a surprise.

Y/n watched as Technoblade climbed swiftly out of the cage and followed a green figure mounted on his horse through a tunnel hidden beneath a stone hill. They knew from pass whispers and Tommy’s harsh words that it was the warrior, Dream, having had only seen the daunting smiling face in a blur during the war. They were aware of the torment the man had caused to their family, both in the war and in Tommy’s exile.

Sliding down the tile roof, y/n jumped off the building and maneuvered their way down, ignoring the stare of their imprisoned father on top of the nearby balcony as the potion’s effects started to fade. They noticed Quackity trace the foot steps of Technoblade’s hooves, and stalked behind him as he entered the small hole. Pausing before leaping in themself, y/n looked up to see Dream already staring down at them, arms crossed and in wait. 

He stared at them expectantly, which made y/n’s patience wear thin once hearing Quackity lowly state how he planned to kill Technoblade then and there. Narrowing their eyes in annoyance, y/n gave Dream a final glare and blocked off the entrance once entering. 

They pulled out their axe and treaded quietly down the tunnel before pausing behind the broken wall to an old vault full of chests. 

“—nd I don’t care how long it fucking takes me, or what I have to do to get you, Techno. I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“I just have on question, Quackity.” Technoblade paused as Quackity asked him to continue.

“Do you think you’re enough, to kill me? Even unarmed, with iron armor?” They both ever so slightly gripped their weapons tighter, stance shifted as they prepared to fight.

“You know what? Let’s fucking find out, you son of a bitch!” Their weapons clashed as they dodged the blow from one another. Quackity delivered each blow with blind determination while Technoblade played defense with each graceful side step. Eventually, Technoblade knocked his pickaxe into his face, Quackity yelping in pain and holding a hand to cover the wound. 

When turning his back to move further down the tunnel, Technoblade risked leaving himself vulnerable to the crazed butcher. Quackity stood despite his injury and tried to attack him from behind.

Y/n took the opportunity to run towards him, axe prepared to strike. Before Quackity could turn to defend himself, y/n swung the axe into his neck. Blood instantly pooled at the cut as he struggled to breathe, and y/n ripped their blade from his flesh. He fell to his knees while grasping helplessly at his wound, choking on his blood before falling to the side. 

While they had a distaste for violence, unlike their brother, y/n couldn’t excuse the attempted murder of their family by any means. 

Technoblade stared in reverence, eyes darting between Quackity’s slump figure and his sibling covered in an excessive amount of blood from the attack. Y/n stepped forward and grabbed a lead from their belt, having previously found it abandoned in the snow. No words were exchanged as they silently pulled Carl through the sewer system, blood casually staining the water as they walked through. Technoblade only spoke once they reach the surface.

“Pog.”

And we'll be carrying each other

Until we say goodbye on our dying day

“Are you alright, y/n?”

Broken sobs become shuddered breathes as y/n hears the voice of their late brother. They lifted their eyes from beneath their arms that held their legs together while pushed against the very corner of the room, their current position reminding Ghostbur how small anyone could look when upset. Ghostbur slightly frowned at their lack of response, floating closer to them to observe their tears, lighting the space slightly with a soft glow. 

“What’s wrong?” Despite the innocence behind his echoed voice, y/n couldn’t help the pain from hearing his concern. “Nothing that matters, Ghostbur. Nothing that anyone could fix anyway.”

Ghostbur didn’t like that response, refusing to believe that sadness could exist without a solution to bring an end to despair. He reached into his pocket, hands carefully holding some dye out towards y/n.

Y/n tilted their head in confusion, tears having stopped running but still present. “What is it?”

“It’s blue! Here, here, take some.” Ghostbur placed the colored substance into their cupped palms, explaining its significance with a gentle smile. “See, when someone is very angry or sad, the blue sucks away all your sadness and turns blue! And what you can do, is you can throw the blue away, and that’s all your sadness gone.”

Although strange and futile, y/n couldn’t help the smile form on their face from Ghostbur’s clarification. Ghostbur gasped excessively, causing y/n to chuckle lightly. “It worked! Do you feel better now, y/n? I have more blue if you need as well!” Pulling an incredible amount that began to pile on the floor in front of them, y/n giggled at the sight.

Y/n wiped their eyes with the back of their hand, breathing in and out to recollect themself. “Thank you, Ghostbur. Never change your wonderful self.” The ghost grinned brightly at that.

“Of course, Y/n! Never change your caring self either!”

Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

“I have to ask, Y/n. Why choose them?” Y/n stood before Dream in their kitchen, the man having had shown up unannounced at their front door and began asking vague questions. 

“What do you mean?” Y/n was unnerved by his demeanor, never having held a conversation, let alone utter a word, with him before despite small, yet silent encounters. They refused to show discomfort, though they didn’t have a mask to cover every waver in their voice or their jaw visibly tighten.

“Oh, you know.”  He turned to walk around the small living space, hand skimming over a chest surface before continuing to speak ominously. “Time and time again, I’ve seen you run and fall to your knees for your so-called family. Yet as time continues on, I’ve seen them give you nothing in return.” He paused and faced them again. “What’s the point of saving something that does nothing but hold you down?”

Though we don't share the same blood

Y/n crossed their arms in defiance, finally understanding his intentions and glowered at his objective.

“You wouldn’t understand, Dream. Even if you tried.” He looked confused at their response, tilting his head slighting while his masked continued the same haunting smile. Y/n smirked.

“Your seen weakness gives me strength. I fight for everything because of them. Your lack of attachment leaves you nothing to gain.” Dream bent forward in mocking interest, though y/n knew better than to give in. “Is that so?”

“You tell me. Who will come running to your aid when your lies eventually catch up, and everyone realizes the things you’ve planned behind their backs?”

“I have my ways. Ways that insure I’ll have people on my side when I need.”

Y/n scowled before stepping forwards, leaning into his face. “Say whatever you need to say to comfort the idea of your downfall. I don’t care about you or your motives, leave my family alone or I will personally see to it you meet your expected end before its fated to happen.” Dream let out an amused breath in response. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise."

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth

[batlingsstuff]

|| DREAM SMP HEADCANONS ||

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

hello! this is my first time doing headcanons, and i just want to clarify some things:

sadly, i won't be doing requests because i'm busy af with school and i dont want to dissapoint anyone, but you can drop some suggestions and i would think about it! it would be really nice :)

also i won't be writing romantic headcanons for minors or those who are uncomfortable with it, but i can do platonic headcanons for them! ^^

i won't be doing nsfw headcanons either, because i'm uncomfy with sexualizing real people and just writing nsfw in general :)

also, please tell me if someone is uncomfortable with fanfics and/or headcanons and i will erase that part as fast as possible, thanks for passing by! - batling

✦ means platonic

✦ characters : ranboo, tubbo, tommy, philza, techno and jschlatt

♥ means romantic

♥ characters: quackity, wilbur, nihachu, dream, george, sapnap, eret, karl, fundy and bbh

keywords:

(y/n) : your name

(n/n) : nickname

(p/p) : pizza place

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” – John Green

┌────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┐

SLEEPOVERS

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GENDER NEUTRAL

└────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┘

♥ Quackity

oh boy

i just have two words for this one: pure chaos

he will punch you with a pillow if you try to sleep

and you will be MAD at this

grabbing a pillow and hitting him RIGHT IN THE FACE with all your strenght

he'll probably fake cry about it, saying that you hurt him

after a while of pillow fighting, you guys got tired and plopped into the bed, snuggling into eachother and just enyoing the comfortable silence before drifting to sleep

♥ Wilbur

you two will probably blast hamilton and scream the lyrics till the neighbours wake up and you get angry knocks at your door

and you will laugh at that, lowering the speaker's volume and telling him to lower his voice aswell to avoid your neighbours calling the police

then you'll eat snacks and talk about anything that pops into your mind, laughing at the most silly jokes

he will sing sweet songs to you, making you fall asleep to his calming voice

summary: fluff

♥ Nihachu

you and her will bake pastries at a very late hour

she REALLY enjoys baking with you bc she thinks it's a great way to spend time with you

all this girl wants is to spend her time by your side, doing particularlly anything like streaming, baking, playing games and going outside for a walk and/or shopping

once you finished baking, she will kiss your cheek multiple times. that's her way to tell you that you did a great job :)

you'll spend the rest of the night cuddling, eating your pastries and watching some random movie, commenting about how bad it is and laughing

♥ Dream

bruh

this bitch will speedrun the sleepover

is it possible to speedrun a sleepover? maybe

you'll spend the rest of the night probably playing uncharted 3: drake's deception in his old ps3

after a while, you guys got bored from uncharted and went to his pc to play amnesia: the dark descent

there are 2 options:

you will be scared as fuck and will avoid looking at the screen when you think something bad will happen or when some body will come out from a drawer

or you will be totally chill with it, laughing hard when clay pisses his pants for real when he encounters the gatherer

you named the gatherer 'bob' :)

♥ George

he'll take you to the rooftop

and pushes you so you fall to your death

i mean

he gets blankets and pillows so you can stargaze together

he'll teach you the constelations while pointing them, excited about every single one of them

"look (y/n), that's the ursa major!"

he'll have hot chocolate prepared too, so you don't get cold while stargazing

you try your best to not fall asleep on the rooftop

but eventually fail

when he notices you're asleep, he stops talking about the constellations and carries you to your bedroom, giving you a goodnight kiss and leaving you in your bed so you can have a peaceful rest

♥ Sapnap

hey mamas

i don't know what sapnap will do in a sleepover so i will just improvise B)

you will watch anime together

not any kind of anime, like that romance-comedy bullcrap

no fuck that

you will watch the classy angsty anime like madoka magica

WATCH IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY

you will fucking cry because of literally anything that happens to the characters

"(y/n) why are you crying it's just a show"

'IT'S NOT ANY SHOW SAPNAP IT'S FUCKING MADOKA MAGICA OF COURSE I'M GOING TO CRY'

the last chapter made you fucking cry harder

AUTHOR HERE I WAS CRYING SO MUCH WHEN IT ENDED

yeah you will basically watch anime with him, cry about it and he will comfort you and bring you a glass of water so you don't have a terrible headache after it

I KNOW THIS HEADCANON SUCKED I'M SO SORRY

♥ Eret

KINGG <3

you two will plan a picnic in your yard

yes your yard

he'll bring a ton of snacks and you'll buy a few drinks

you two spend the rest of the picnic talking about your future and enjoying the snacks

then, he'll make you stand up and will teach you how to dance tango

and of course you will mess everything up

and you even stomped on his feet accidentally, making him wimper

but he brushed off the pain and laughed at your concerned face

after calming down his laughter, he gave you a passionate kiss and hugged you tightly

i love eret ok

♥ Karl Jacobs

this man.

this man is the definition of sweet

you'll spend the night cuddling and making cute pet names for eachother

he will definetely give you a great back massage if you're stressed

then he'll start writing love letters full of things he adore of you

and you'll do the same for him

after that, you will share your letters and just snuggle and smile at the sweet things you guys wrote for eachother

he will deffo shower you with kisses when he finishes reading your letter, telling you that you're the nicest person on earth

and that he loves you so so much

♥ Fundy

i'm a huge fundy simp ok

he will bring his piano to your house and you guys will compose a melody together

he will let you sit on his lap while you play the piano/keyboard with him

fundy will basically teach you how to play basic piano songs

you asked him if you guys could play megalovania together

he said no :(

but still you got to play nice songs together without messing up

and when you got the hang of it, he snuggled his face in your neck and kissed you there genly

and when you got tired, he started playing very calming songs and you fell asleep in his lap, snuggling into his chest

he gently carried to your room and will sleep beside you putting a fair distance so you can have a comfortable sleep!

♥ BadBoyHalo

bbh supremacy

he will get rat ready so you can snuggle with her too :)

you guys will mainly play with rat and talk about life in general

he will call you tons of cute pet names

ofc he will call you muffin it's bbh who we're talking about

he will talk about how bad he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

after a while, he will take you to his kitchen and start making muffins together

he will guide you on how to bake 'em though

you guys had a great time making muffins and cuddling with him and rat :)

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✦ Ranboo

tall mf gives the best piggy back rides

when he gets to your house there is a 100% chance he will bump his head on the door frame

and there is a 100% chance you will make fun of him because of that

"(y/n) please stop laughing my head hurts :("

you'll give him some ice to put on his head while you two play minecraft on your ps4

you will bring snacks too and ask him if his head is better

"yeah, thank you (n/n)"

he will pull you in a hug so you can be comfy together while you play good ol' minecraft

because ranboo surely doesn't play anything besides fucking minecraft

stfu that video of him playing spooky's jump scare mansion doesn't exist

✦ Tubbo

SWEET BE BOYY <3

he will gift you a bee plushie

expect a lot of (FRIENDLY) hugs from him

like fundy, you guys will play piano together

you guys are most likely to prank call some random numbers AND your friends

and you accidentally called some random pizza place

"hello! this is (p/p), may i take your order?"

you were nervous and didn't know what to say

UNTIL YOU CAME UP WITH A GREAT IDEA

"hello? are you there?"

'hi yes, i would like to order 7 extra large pepperoni pizzas to (tommy's adress).'

"oh- okay! uhm- they will arrive in a few hours. are you okay with that?"

'yes ma'am, thank you.'

when you ended the call, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, knowing that tommy will be so mad at you guys-

✦ Tommy

like quackity, PURE. CHAOS.

you guys will obviously stream your sleepover

doing a q&a stream :)

tubbo and wilbur will probably crash your stream and start spamming things like 'MEETUP??' and 'DIDN'T GET AN INVITE'

you guys laughed and added them to the call

"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU GUYS INVITE ME?" wilbur shouted

'i'm sorry willlll'

you kept playing minecraft with wilbur, tubbo and quackity too since he crashed your stream like an hour later

after the stream, you got up and plopped on the mattress that was on the floor

"tired?"

'yeah'

"okay, good night big (initial)"

✦ Philza

POG

YEAHHH SLEEPOVER WITH THE MINECRAFT GOD

AND KRISTIN'S THERE TOO :)))

and oh god you ADORE kristin

i'm pretty sure she's a total sweetheart

it would be like having a sleepover with your parents

only that it's less boring

you guys will watch a movie together, you will be in one side of the couch eating snacks while phil and kristin are in the other cuddling

you'll eventually bug them about it

after the movie, you fell asleep early and philza noticed, talking to kristin about it too

and wrapped a blanket around you so that you get a good rest :)

✦ Technoblade

mr. blood god teaches you the arts of the CRAFT.

yeah i mean it's techno what else does he play besides minecraft

he will play bedwars w/ u, teaching you how to pvp

"bro you kinda suck tbh"

'stfu techno'

he will comment about how bad you are, but tries to help you get better anyways

and when you do a very poggers gamer move, he praises you

and when he praises you you're all :)))

after awhile, he gets tired from watching you play minecraft and suggest watching anime

fucking weeb

i mean

uh

other thing you guys do together in a sleepover is playing and commenting about pokemon

if you don't like pokemon get tf out of here /J

i was joking please don't leave i respect your tastes

✦ Jschlatt

ooooh boy

get ready for a session of wii training

that's all you guys will do

play wii sports and some other shit like wii music

he will laugh his ass of if you fall while playing wii fit

but he will eventually help you bc outside his funny and shouty persona, he's a really chill guy and a really nice person!

seriously like have you ever seen a theweeklyslap video?

well expect hearing amazing pep talks from him

bc this man is a legend and knows his way to words and is very good at comforting people :)

sometimes you'll rant to him about anything that's happening in your life, and he will listen to you and give you really helpful advice

and you appreciate him so much for that

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

TYSM FOR READING GUYS, i appreciate it if you made it this far :)

i hope you guys really enjoyed these headcanons, it's my first time doing them and aa i'm a bit nervous about posting this but i'll be fine ig

also i'm sorry if there's a grammatical error, english is not my native language and i'm still learning it :) have a nice day/night, drink water and don't fuck up your sleeping schedule!!

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: Anthony, Dan or a RAT?

Date video was published: 07/14/2017 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 351

The first of the collab videos with Anthony (Dan’s is up next). They filmed this at Anthony’s house when they were in LA for VidCon. 

0:00 - Dan’s on the “wrong” side of Phil and it’s throwing me off

0:07 - zoom in on the “yikes” look on Dan’s face

0:15 - Phil’s little smirk at Dan before he tells them what this video is is great

0:20 - lol at “I have spent years” Dan knows he’s full of shit

0:42 - I love both Anthony and Dan’s reactions

0:55 - Dan knows exactly where this is going because he knows how Phil’s brain works but Anthony isn’t so sure

1:04 - this video is such a random concept but even the intro always makes me laugh

1:48 - Phil in editing making sure we got that “have you sourced pictures of us for this?” from Dan. now Dan is really scared of where this is going

2:13 - that is a weird difference in name pronunciation

2:30 - lol at the synchronization at the end of that

2:38 - Anthony was not prepared for what this was going to be like. I love him just getting closer to stare at it while DNP talk to the camera

2:59 - a photo of that exists on Dan’s own Instagram 😂 (unless he’s thinking of a separate time than the hair chalk)

3:06 - Phil’s chosen such a smiley photo of Anthony and a serious one of Dan there

3:12 - lol, how would you recognize the specific photo

3:24 - Anthony and Phil are having a whole conversation and Dan is just staring at the old photo...and then I think he realizes and gives a look at te camera

3:43 - Dan is definitely reminiscing about some things in his head from this...

3:51 - Anthony is quite confident with these so far

4:01 - little Phil touches

4:20 - Phil has now described rats as “sexy” twice in this ...sure

4:26 - Dan’s like... ‘this is my business partner, help’

4:43 - Phil is already having too much fun with this. I love him just smirking as they debate

5:12 - Dan was too distracted by the photo to be upset about losing at first

5:16 - Phil is doing so much zooming in on Dan’s facial expressions in this video

5:45 - now Dan’s trying to predict the exact photo...

5:57 - ...and he was wrong

6:11 - Phil was impressed with that joke

6:27 - “it could be a different body part” now Anthony’s just disturbed

6:33 - I love that Phil just rolls with that comment 😂

6:49 - now Dan’s embarrassed that he was so confident with that answer

7:13 - Phil trying so hard to speed it up

7:25 - Phil also implying that Dan’s long hair was never that good, lol

7:44 - lots of Anthony photos in a row

7:50 - Dan is laughing now, but just wait...

8:10 - “16-year-old Dan wished he looked like this” awww

8:23 - Anthony keeps guessing Dan in hopes that it’s not him

8:34 - Dan playing straight into Phil’s plans for this. also, Dan is now regretting laughing at the Anthony photos 😂

8:40 - “that’s a penis” alrighty Dan

9:09 - spending way too much time discussing the rat penis

9:25 - Phil not having any demonetized videos up to this point is actually pretty impressive

9:49 - Anthony’s reactions to these horrific photos of Dan are great. Phil has set this up just to be a little shit to Dan and I love it. Phil had that photo ready-to-go because he had just used it for his Tinder video

10:40 - Dan knows what this is! although he’s not happy about it

10:43 - Dan’s instinct is to slam the laptop shut and then take it away from Phil. I’m laughing so hard at this bit 😂😂😂

10:58 - I love Phil so much

11:06 - “there’s just more embarrassing photos of you on the internet, Dan” too true

11:32 - “I’m the only emo left” Phil had just talked about this in the hair curling video too; he doesn’t want to talk about it more it seems

11:41 - also this is kind of previewing Dan’s video with Anthony...I’m guessing they filmed that one first maybe

11:58 - I think Anthony is thinking of Dan’s leather shirt; I don’t think Dan ever had leather pants

12:15 - “not one of you guys” ahahaha 😳

12:37 - king of comedy Phil with the credits here...”no rats were harmed in the making of this, but Dan’s self esteem was” DEAD

The things that come out of Phil’s brain. I love this video a lot.

When Phil posted this, Dan was visiting his family (1, 2) and then a couple of days later, DNP went to Wimbledon (1, 2, 3). They were invited by Instagram, so they shared several photos.

[babyyweebbitch]

Please stay with me — Remake

Soo I reread the one I did before and I wanted to remake it because it wasn’t as good (heres the first one) I hope I can make this one better 😭😭 Also, grab tissues. I made this TOO sad

TW // death ; blood ; funeral ; severe depression & relapse

summary: Chris Redfield and his wife were on a mission a seven months after Piers’ death. His wife has been Captain of their team ever since that day.

Seven months ago Piers Nivans died in order to save Chris’ life and for the BSAA. Chris was still fucked up after that day and he thinks about it almost every day. He took a break from the BSAA since his wife made him. It wasn’t a very long one though, he missed being at work, he missed his coworkers and he missed her

Chris resigned as Captain and let his wife replace him. It was a very emotional day not not only for her and Chris but for the entire BSAA because they’ve never had a woman as Captain before. She was a good captain probably even better than Chris. Despite her height, weight and basically being the youngest on that team at 28. She was undoubtedly the best captain in years

Her team along with Chris were on a mission. Their mission was to take out the enemy, find three hostages and disable the bombs set in the building “Okay men… we’re gonna be splitting into three teams since there’s a lot of us here. Team A; Corey, John and Andrew. Your job is to find out where the bombs are and disable them as quickly as possible.”

“Yes ma’am!” The three went off to do their job as told

“Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark, you’re in charge of finding and getting the hostages to safety out of this building. You three can split up, stay together I don’t care. As long as your job is done”

“Ma’am” the three left

She turned to Eric and Chris who were standing together “what a coincidence, you two are with me.” She said with a slight smile on her face, walking ahead of the two Eric leaned over to Chris “She’s so cool…” Chris thought of Finn the moment he said that, he couldn’t help but to smile and look at him “I know…”

“Stop standing around we have a mission you know!” She yelled out to the two of them. Chris and Eric quickly made their way to the door the enemies were behind, Chris was silent the entire time before he was quickly checked back into reality with a pat on the shoulder “you okay? We need you fully here for this” his wife said as he looked down at her and nodded “yeah I’m okay…”

Chris, his wife and Eric all prepared as the door was blown open and guns were firing. The three did take cover just in time. After about five minutes of gun fire and fighting it finally stopped, thinking they had all the enemies taken care of they all stood up “good job! We did it — Chris!” Y/N called out as she did catch a glimpse of an enemy that didn’t die somehow standing up and pointing their gun towards Chris.

She quickly ran towards Chris and pushed him out the way, for Chris it’s almost like everything was happening in slow motion. He had to process everything leading up to that moment. He heard a scream of pain when his head finally cleared, looking up to see his wife shot in the sternum and Eric shooting the enemy down

She started to fall and Chris caught her before she hit the floor, his eyes started filling up with tears as he looked at her “baby please… tell me this is a joke!”

She knew she was dying, her body felt so cold from the inside out she, she coughed before reaching into one of her many pokes on her pants “c…Chris… do me a favour okay? Please…. stay safe” she handed him her wedding ring, she never wore it during missions to avoid it getting broken, rusted or something. So she held it in her pocket where it was safe “I… feel so… cold”

Chris looked at the ring then at her “no don’t say that! You’re gonna be fine! You’re gonna be fine! Please stay with me!” He started crying, Eric stood by as Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark came in. They surprisingly finished the bomb quicker than expected “Captain w—“ Mark was starting to talk but he quickly stopped when he realised what was happening

“Guys… take care of him for me…” she struggled to talk. She looked up at Chris to see him crying, she lifted her Hand up to his cheek to wipe his tears one last time “no no… don’t cry hon… I’ll tell my parents you said hi… I love you..” Chris held onto her hand and his heart practically stopped the moment he felt her hand and body go heavy and her head fall back … she was dead now

“No…. Please come back! Please don’t go! Y/N!!!” He held her body close and just sobbed, Eric and team B were tearing up and trying to wipe their tears

It took a while to get Chris to let go of her body and let them put her on a stretcher and on the truck so they can go back. When they finally did everyone on the team was there. It took three guys to pry him off of her This was the first time they’ve ever seen him cry like this

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It’s been almost a month since she’s died, Chris looked horrible. He hasn’t shaved, left the house, he started drinking again and Claire had to clean him up at night since he wasn’t sober enough to even do it himself. The house looked like shit especially the room Chris and his wife shared

It was the day of the funeral and Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the picture of him and her on their wedding day back in 2007. He somehow managed to even get up that day and not drink. He showered that morning, got dressed in a suit and did his hair. He still didn’t shave though

Claire came in “Chris? You ready?” She asked. She had on a black dress on “I guess so…” Chris responded. He stood up and placed the picture down on the night stand and grabbed the necklace he had with his wife’s ring on it.

Claire fixed his tie and jacket before they left. Chris was always taking care of her when she was younger so now it was time for her to take care of her older brother “good. Let’s go” Claire let him walk in front of her to the car. She drove because one he couldn’t think straight enough to drive and he was completely hung over from drinking too much

After about a 45 minute drive they arrived to where her funeral was being held at. Everyone they knew was there, Leon, their BSAA team, Her family. It was hard for him to see her brother and sister at their older sisters funeral

The ceremony, the viewing and speeches all happened and Chris barely even got through his speech without crying

(Im so so so sorry for this next part)

Chris’ speech: “Y/N was an amazing person, she always took care of everyone, me, her siblings, our team, Claire… everyone. She put everyone before herself no matter who they were. She joined the BSAA not because of herself because of her parents death in Raccoon City. She promised them she would do something in any way to stop what happened in Raccoon from ever happening again. She treated our team like her family and even the rookies as her kids even if they were a few years younger then her. She was an even amazing person and wife. And I miss her dearly.”

There wasn’t a single dry eye in that room when Chris said his speech. After everything, everyone went inside to eat and talk.

Chris sat with Claire and Y/N’s siblings. He just picked at his food and stared at the plate. He was terrifyingly silent before Leon came over “hey Chris… how are you holding up?” Leon asked as he stared at Chris. He could tell how hard this has affected Chris. “I’m fine…”

“Chris… You need to eat. All you’ve done in the past month was drink, workout and cry… You need to at least eat something” Claire said “she wouldn’t want this… Her or Piers wouldn’t want you to be like this. Y/N would be yelling at you if she saw you picking at your food like this. We both know she would”

Chris’ eyes started to water once again before he spoke “I…. I know.. but I just miss her so much, Claire… we were gonna start a family together… she wanted to have kids and get a bigger house so we can have a big family… now I can’t have one because she’s the only person I wanted a family with…” Chris sighed softly as he wiped his eyes

“I miss her too… we all do…” Leon commented looking down at his plate. Chris eventually ended up eating his food and everyone left to go home. The entire drive home was deafening to the point you can hear a pin drop

When he got home he changed inside a fresh pair of clothes and he started to clean the house, starting with the bedroom and ending in the Kitchen. He cleaned it exactly how she’d like it and when he was finished around 3:32 am he sat on the couch and sighed

They were right… She would yell at him if she saw the way he was, how the house was when she died

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After a few years pass it’s before the entire Village situation. Every week since the funeral Chris visited her grave and just talked to her for a bit. On her birthday he spent almost half the day there, on new year’s he watched the fireworks by your gave.

He still hasn’t moved on since her death he can’t even get into another relationship with a woman since her death but it’s not like he can find anyone else like her… and honestly he didn’t want to.

IM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR MAKING THIS EVEN SADDER tbh tho I started tearing up writing this

[gdcatboys]

This is a formal request for someone who can write hot to write this scene, as it became incredibly obvious that I have never before written something that could be found in a YA novel. Anyways. It’s all wordcount.

——-

Dream knelt next to his Master’s chair for the night, curled his tail around his legs, and tried not to let his fury at how achingly familiar this all was show on his face. A collar around his neck, a leash looped idly across a lap. At least they’d let him keep his pants. At least they hadn’t put him in a muzzle. At least, he thought with a surge of vengeful joy, it wasn’t Wilbur in this position this time.

“… Dream.”

Techno had said something to him, but he’d missed it in the wash of conversation over his head. He’d only seen the hand signal for “attention”.

Dream straightened up, hoping against hope that this Master wasn’t the sort to use contraditctory commands so he could play at punishment.

A hand came down towards his head— his ears flattened— but instead of messing with sensitive skin, the hand just came down heavy on the back of his neck and started rubbing there. The fingers dug in.

It didn’t feel bad.

Dream dared to glance up and check, but Techno wasn’t looking at him, he was continuing to talk over the table. He was just absently working out the tension in Dream’s neck, powerful fingers sinking into muscle knots and chasing them away.

It didn’t feel bad at all.

The CFO had made sure to get Dream’s safeword before they started, and if it wasn’t for the fact that it would undermine all the work that Wilbur had been doing to get them in the executives’ bed, he almost suspected that these people would respect it. It wouldn’t be a schlatt-style power play to get him to beg in a more humiliating way. Maybe.

His concentration broke as there was a tug on his leash, towards Techno’s lap. “C’mere, Dream.”

There’s the escalation he was expecting.

They’d take his clothes next. Or worse, his mask.

He tried to judge the angle of the tug. Techno’s hand came heavy on the back of his neck to guide him towards— laying his head on his leg?

Techno sounded pleased when he said “Good boy,” and then his hand continued to play over Dream’s neck and shoulders. He went back and forth between digging at tense knots and lightly scratching blunt nails over skin. He wasn’t even paying attention to him, he was just doing this while he talked, and Dream hated how much he didn’t hate it. He hated that his ears had perked up when Techno had said that. He hated that Techno’s hands had hit right at the spot on his shoulder that he’d wrenched running from the cops in his teens and it felt so good that he wanted to purr.

He wasn’t going to purr for anyone but Wilbur, even if they also were a hybrid.

The man had him on a leash, for fuck’s sake.

Techno’s other hand came down under the edge of the table with a morsel of food in it and offered it to him. Dream took the tiny rebellion of turning his face away, and the hand vanished. The other hand didn’t stop its scratch over a set of scars on Dream’s shoulder.

“Mind if I share?” That was Quackity’s voice, and something cold built in Dream’s stomach. There, he’d been right not to allow himself to get comfortable. Everything was about to get far too familiar.

“No, I want a turn,” and that was Phil. “He’s been so good for you, let me see him.”

“Well of course, you are the hosts here,” Quackity continued. “Though I have some experience working with him I’d be happy to show off.”

“Greedy,” Techno said to his husband. It sounded like he was smiling slightly. It sounded like he was ignoring Quackity’s comment.

“You know me,” Phil said. “Gimmie the cat.”

“Up,” Techno said, flashing the same hand signal, and then he was handing the leash across the table.

Phil settled him in his lap and put his chin on his shoulder. He could feel the avian’s sigh, and a hand started to rove over his back. Dream set his teeth and waited for it to turn bad. It wasn’t bad yet.

YOOOOOOOOOOOOO I love this a lot, actually. I love Techno just straight up ignoring Quackity like he's not even worth it. Also love Dream just being so torn between hating this and actually feeling kind of good at the same time, and hating that.

[qyllenhaal]

God’s Face in the Fire || Part 1

Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Reader

Summary: A wife who would do anything to give her husband the world, even if it means getting herself involved with his trouble.

Word Count: 10.3k

Chapter warnings: dark themes!!! contains mention of assault, murder, non-graphic death scenes, sexual themes, oral (m receiving), smut, brief mentions of possible infidelity, misogyny, uncomfortable situations. Please heed the warnings!!! 18+ only

A/N: Sorry for the bad summary, I’ve never been good at those! This first chapter doesn’t include an awful lot of Lee but the next part will be very Lee heavy! There will only be two other parts for this mini-series, maybe another or so if I extend my ideas.

Enjoy!

The baby she held on her hip just would not stop crying. Tears stained her own eyes as she felt at her ropes end looking at her baby's red face. Nothing she had done to make her baby feel better was working. When Y/n stared at her small face, the one that looked so much like her father's, she searched for a clue on what could be the problem. All she got back was a look of anguish. She wondered if her daughter's eyes mirrored her own emotion.

"What's wrong baby? What's wrong?" She asked as if she was genuinely going to get an answer from her. Her soft voice didn't assuage the baby's cries. What baby doesn't love the sound of their own mother's voice?

Y/n tried stroking her little girls back to calm her, tried feeding her, burping her, changing her, and putting her down to sleep but all of those things failed miserably. Her daughter continued to scream her little lungs out. The tears were beginning to dry up, but she still wailed. Y/n worried if something was wrong and if they needed to go to the hospital. Her husband wasn't home and she didn't want to cause anymore trouble for him, or herself.

"Are you hot? Wanna step outside?"

She did her best to open the backdoor without dropping her daughter. The rush of cool air as she stepped onto the back porch did more to help her than it did her daughter. The porch light was nearly as loud as the cries; it was one of the first noises she had heard in hours that was something other than her daughter. She got lost in the noise as she peered into the darkness of their backyard that stared back at her. She had been afraid of the dark when she was younger, always needing a night light until she reached her teen years. It was safe here in Brewer Heights, but something about the vast darkness gave her a creeping feeling. It felt endless.

The night air was doing nothing to help her anymore, and she worried that her neighbors would hear the baby cries and think something was terribly wrong.

"Let's go inside."

The songs she often sang to her daughter that her own mother sung to her when she was younger normally made her giggle and smile. Tonight, however, it was just another thing to add to the list of things that failed to calm her down.

Around midnight she finally heard the front door opening and the heavy footsteps of her husband trudging into their home. A groan followed when he heard the sounds of his daughter crying pierce the air.

"Lee," Y/n exasperated. She came out of nowhere, blindsiding him and begging, "please take her."

Lee didn't even get a second to take his jacket off, nor was he going to be able to relax like he had planned to after his long day. This situation paled in comparison to what he had to deal with at the station today. A domestic dispute, a robbery, a bar fight that ended in a stabbing, and hefty loads of paperwork that came along with it.

"She just won't stop crying Lee."

He said nothing to Y/n as he eyed her. Y/n understood what the look he gave her meant, but she was too concerned with making the crying stop. Lee held his arms open to take the girl into his arms.

"What's wrong darlin'?" He cooed at her. He held her close, snuggling her into him and his warmth

Lee had to temper his annoyance. He didn't want to come home to a screaming baby and a helpless wife, but he was weakened by the desperation radiating off of Y/n.

"What's wrong little girl? You like givin' your mama hell?"

Y/n sighed as the screams began to die down. The sinking feeling that she was an awful mother for not being able to get her baby to calm down was present. The worst thought to cross her mind was that Lee also thought the same. She didn't want to be the wife who couldn't raise her own child and was too dependent on her husband. Lee was admittedly more present in child rearing than her own father. However, she had only started becoming so fussy in the last few months when her father decided to run for Mayor and spent more time at work than at home with his family.

When their girl was born, Lee spent an eternity staring at her face; her features were so similar to his at a young age, but with her mother's lips. Hours after her existence in this word, Lee promised his wife would be home more, maybe he'd even hire a few new officers to handle the countless petty crimes that end up on his desk. Y/n believed his promise, but it changed when he out of nowhere declared that he was going to run for mayor.

"You enjoy being the sheriff's wife. I'm certain you'd love being the mayor's wife even more. And now that we got a baby, my chances are even better."

All of her years of being Lee's wife and she never heard him express any interest in being mayor. Sure he got off on power of any type, but he never uttered the words "mayor" unless he was talking about some trouble the mayor's son ran into. But Lee did always make it clear that his career and maintaining his position was a top priority for him. Y/n often missed the man who did his best to court her and was successful after a few failed attempts. He changed a bit when they started trying for a child, but Y/n could always see it in his face that his old habits will die with him.

"She misses her father."

Lee didn't turn around to acknowledge her. He just rocked his daughter back and forth, ignoring Y/n until she began to move out of the living room.

"Be ready when I get up there," Lee called to her.

Y/n wondered how harsh he would be, or if he would be at all? When he was this on edge he liked to keep Y/n in line; he couldn't go to a stressful work environment and come home to the same. He was always gentle with their daughter and that's all that mattered. Y/n could endure his brutality, but her daughter did not deserve it when she just didn't understand much. She would be too young to remember anything but Y/n would never forget.

She washed up in the bathroom, wiping away the sweat and tears that had clung to her face throughout the day. Her appearance in the mirror looked foreign to her. Her body had changed since giving birth, something that was expected, but she looked more rugged due to stress. Lee didn't realize that whatever he felt, Y/n felt it even harder. When he ices her out, she tries to understand but the feelings of inadequacy had piled up inside of her.

Lee put their daughter to bed without much trouble. She looked so peaceful, a stark difference from the screaming she was doing when he stepped into their home. He wondered how such a sweet little thing could cause so much hell. She was completely innocent yet she made her mama cry and nearly tear her hair out. Lee felt bad for his wife having to spend days alone without help, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he didn't feel that bad.

He was still in his jacket and hat when he finally came into their bedroom. He was well-intentioned on taking a longer shower tonight but he felt all worked up. His body felt tense, but seeing his wife sitting obediently on the bed made him loosen up.

"Pretty, little nightgown," Lee whispered to himself. Y/n's face burned at his compliment. She'd never get used to him being sweet on her.

Y/n held her breath, unsure of which side of Lee she was going to get tonight. She picked out the cream nightie that reached mid-thigh. She knows just how much Lee loves her legs, he has fawned over them since they were dating, and she hoped that the sight of them would make him go easy on her. Her nipples poked through her nightgown; she was going to be leaking in the morning but her only concern was giving Lee something that would make him soften up.

She melted into the palm that was placed on her cheek. He looked down at her, his ego still stronger than ever. He was a powerful man with a strong possibility to grasp even more power, and a pretty fucking wife. He's lucky that she gave him the time of day when she had the option to run off to Cincinnati with a pretty boy. Lee was older than her other suitors, but that's what made him enticing to her then 20 year-old self.

"I overheard Phil talking about the Sheriff's wife today," Lee began to stroke her cheek as she purred up at him, "was wonderin' why a stunner like her was with a fat bastard."

"Don't call yourself that," she cut him off. He had gained a significant amount of weight since he began finding solace in sweets. She feels bad because it began when she was three months pregnant and had him bring her back something sweet everyday. Her cravings turned into his, but the difference was that hers went away after giving birth but Lee's never did. Besides, Y/n found it endearing. Maybe it's just because she's wildly in love with her husband, but she couldn't deny how much she loved to feel the weight of his belly on her back when he took her from behind and pressed her face against the bed.

"You're so sensitive, Y/n. You think I give a damn about what a man who can't keep a girlfriend for more than two months has to say about me? He was right about one thing though," Lee began to unzip his work pants, "I do have a pretty wife with a pretty mouth too."

Y/n's face burned and her eyes moved away from his. Years of marriage, a baby later, and she was still bashful when he made such sexually charged comments.

Lee pulled himself out of his pants. He was hard, the tip dripping with pre-cum. From the look of it, he had probably been hard since the late hours of his work shift. Y/n hoped that he thought of her, she always did, but she knew that station was littered with smut magazines; Lee didn't see too fond of them though.

Y/n wrapped her hand around him and gave him a light squeeze just to feel how hard he was. He grunted and more pre-cum seeped from his tip. He was going to make a mess of her gown and exposed thighs if she didn't get him in her mouth.

"Good girl...always so good for me," he sighed in content.

He placed his hand on the back of her head and she welcomed him deeper into her mouth. Moments like this and all of his stress goes away. There is no county to oversee, no mayoral election, and no whispers; just his wife's wet mouth and something else that's wet between her legs. He felt at home inside of her. She sucked on him harder and his hips stuttered. Y/n did her very best to please him, to make him proud. His sweet little wife looked so wicked with his cock in her mouth.

"You keep that up and I'm going to fall over," he said through his pants.

Y/n looked up at him with innocent eyes. She was far from that when they were alone in their marriage bed. Y/n was anything Lee needed her to be, even without asking.

Lee grabbed ahold of her head and started to thrust into Y/n's mouth. She kept herself still, letting him take control of her. Her tongue applied pressure to the bottom of his shaft. His hips bucked as he lightly fucked her face until he was cumming into her mouth. She gagged when the liquid first splashed against the back of her throat, but she quelled herself and swallowed him completely, just how he likes.

"Let me see," she stuck her tongue out to show him that his seed was no longer in her mouth and he smirked, "good girl." He patted the top of her head and zipped himself back up.

"I'll be in bed soon, but don't wait up for me."

He could see how her body was begging for rest just in the way she lazily moved and the tiredness in her eyes. She wakes up before him every morning to make him breakfast, thus making her days longer than his. She didn't get up to much like he did, but long hours of nothing had probably dulled her. It was even worse when you add a screaming baby to the situation.

Y/n wanted to wait for Lee to come back to bed despite him advising against it. However, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out. There were no sad cries from her daughter and no worrying about where Lee.

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The sound of sizzling bacon in the cast iron skillet and percolator going in off was louder than Lee’s footsteps coming down the stairs in his heavy boots and jacket. He paused in the doorway, his daughter the only one to notice his presence in the room. A smile formed on his face as she squealed in delight and reached her arms out for him. Y/n looked over her shoulder to see her looking at Lee. She’s surprised that he came down for breakfast later than usual, but she was happy to see that he seemed to be in good spirits.

"You're going to be uncomfortable eating breakfast in that."

"I might not be able to stay for breakfast,” he tutted while smoothing the downy hairs on his daughter’s head.

Y/n furrowed her brow, but didn't protest. She continued with breakfast anyway. She felt Lee’s presence next to her as he pulled a teething ring out of the freezer. There were two little teeth coming in that contributed to last night's meltdown. She was much happier this morning after a good sleep; she was so oblivious to the world and everything happening around her.

The phone rang disrupting their regular morning routine. It was 7 am, too early for anyone to be calling. Lee picked it up anyway; his face first confused then sullen. Y/n couldn't help but try to eavesdrop when Lee turned away from the kitchen and walked away as far as the cord would allow him. Surely whatever he was talking about on the phone, he would tell Y/n. He always complained about whoever he had talked to on the phone. But, he had become more secretive since he entered the mayor’s race. He didn’t want her to worry, or worse, go around blabbing to one of her girlfriend’s or her parents about something Lee told her in confidence. Besides most of it was information that he didn’t think would interest her.

"Alright...I'll talk to you soon...take care."

Y/n busied herself with cooking again to cover up her nosiness. Lee stepped back in the room spilling the moment he put the phone back on the hook.

"People in town are talking."

"About what?"

"About me."

There was something about the way he talked to her that made Y/n believe he wasn’t telling the complete truth, or that the talking town was something much worse. 

Y/n was not fully aware of Lee’s reputation when she had met him. She knew of him, and also wondered why a man like him was talking to her when she was fit for being a housewife at the time. Over time she learned that Lee didn't have the cleanest reputation. Little bits and pieces would be revealed to her, but by the time she heard the most damning things about him the two were already married; and the information came from Lee himself. While Y/n didn’t want to concern herself with what others thought about Lee, she absolutely did. His position depended on what people thought about him. Y/n believed that their marriage and the birth of their daughter made people see Lee in a different light. Y/n was a very nice, bright girl from a good family. She turned Lee into a family man and a man who doted on his baby girl and treated his wife sweeter than people expected from him. Whispers about him had gotten quieter when her belly became visible under her dresses. No one looked at Lee with contempt or worry anymore, they gazes softened when they saw him walking with his waddling wife.

Shortly after Lee became her boyfriend, Y/n began to hear about some of the rumors that followed Lee throughout the years. She had been told he was corrupt, frequented a local brothel, and turned a blind eye as long as he got something out of it. She was so naive to believe that people were just jealous of her. There were some women who wanted the sheriff from themselves. A year or two into her marriage, Lee began to confide in her about some things. It would only happen when he was drunk. He'd say a thing and Y/n would ask him to elaborate and he would. Covering up murders, drug deals, and allowing the brothel to stay open as long as he "got a sample" was all true. No one else in the town knew the extent of his troubling choices while on the job. Y/n didn't know what to say. He had done bad things, but he was her husband, she took an oath.

Y/n often imagined what would happen if she had told someone about his confessions. He was already the sheriff when they got married, and who would cross the sheriff? She believed that if she ever said anything he'd divorce her, spread lies about her, and she'd end up an outcast. Her options were very few especially now that she has a young child. Her fear and her devotion to him as a wife kept her silent. She has loved Lee since their third date; she wasn't going to throw her life away with him over her husband’s business that didn’t concern her. They made a promise to each other in front of family, friends, and God. Lee's burdens would become hers, and the same goes for Lee's darkness.

"Someone's been sayin that one of the girls' at that whore house been sayin' I beat her."

Lee seemed to explain it to her with ease, like he knew it wasn't true, but Lee was a good liar.

"Well, did you?"

"Why would you ask something like that?"

Lee started towards her and Y/n partially expected him to chastise her. He wouldn't do anything with their daughter a few feet away from them, she assured herself.

"You really think I'm stepping into a whore house when I come home to you every night?" His arms wrapping around her waist made Y/n smile. This is what Lee did often to deter her from asking many more questions, and it always worked, she melted right into his arms. "The last time I was in that place was to arrest someone for causing a fight, and it damn sure wasn't a whore I roughed up."

Y/n wasn't satisfied with the answer, but she nodded as if she was. She knew not to question him after he had given her an answer he deemed fit. No woman wants to believe that their husband would be at a brothel getting “serviced”. She never found signs of another woman on Lee's clothes or his car. All she'd come across was dirt on the bottom of his pants and candy wrappers in his car. "You've got to believe me Y/n." His eyes spoke the truth, she believed. Y/n pecked his lips and Lee’s arms dropped from her waist.

"Sorry I can't stay for breakfast, but if I want to get back home earlier then I have to go in early. You two girls have fun together," Lee kissed Y/n's lips again before walking over to his daughter and kissing her forehead. She giggled when she felt his lips on her head. He was happy to see her in a better mood, but he didn't want a repeat of last night, "don't give your mama such a hard time today, okay? If I hear you been bad, I'm gonna have to put you in baby jail." She had no idea what he was saying, she just enjoyed hearing her daddy's voice.

"Be safe Lee. Please."

He nodded at her sympathetically before leaving. She heard his patrol car rev up and he was pulling out of the driveway. Y/n worries so much, but every night Lee has come home to her without a scratch on him.

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Paul Sullivan has been the mayor for as long as Y/n could remember. He’s getting up and age but he’s a very beloved man. His popularity made Y/n worry about Lee’s own chances. The only thing that could knock the man down was his son’s reckless behavior. Darrel Sullivan was a few years younger than Lee and had a penchant for hard liquor and trouble. When his name started being involved in almost weekly bar fights, people started to wonder how a man as good as Paul could raise a son like that?

Lee had used the mayor’s trouble kid to his advantage. It just so happened that once Lee decided to run, Darrel ran into even more trouble. The last offense ended him up with a three month jail sentence (of course his father was responsible for such a lower number of months he spent in jail). A baggy of cocaine was found in his car. When did the mayor’s son escalate to cocaine when his vice had only been alcohol for years?

“It was bound to happen at some point. That boy’s brain is so used to booze that he had to turn to something much harder.”

The talk of the town had satisfied Lee for weeks after the arrest.

Y/n didn’t have to be told by him to know that the cocaine wasn’t Darrel’s and that it was planted. She felt bad for Darrel, but he wasn’t so nice to women so maybe some time in jail would do him and everyone around him some good. Still, Y/n was sort of shocked to see what lengths her husband would go to win. He often played dirty to get what he wanted, but messing with the mayor’s son who has evaded so much trouble was a very close call. Lee was lucky that he got away with it and many people didn’t have questions about it.

That phone Lee received this morning spooked her a bit. No one has ever called just to say there were rumors about him. It was a much bigger problem than her husband wanted to let on.

Y/n did her best to campaign upon Lee’s behalf. She’d tell all the girls at the salon about the newest dress Lee bought her and let the strangers know who stopped to tell her kid was cute just who her father was. Her efforts didn’t go unnoticed either. Her closest girlfriends were always eager to tell her that they overheard someone talking about how wonderful Lee’s wife and daughter are. Y/n believed that she wasn’t going to have to do much more than that, but some people didn’t care much about pretty wives or cute babies when the sheriff was allegedly causing trouble. 

Lee’s approach lately has been much more careful. He can’t get caught planting evidence on the wrong person or having someone rat him out. He was growing increasingly paranoid that the townsfolk were watching him closely. Even his deputies got the brunt of some of his delusions. Y/n saw the wild look in his eye every time he would confide his problems to her. Sometimes his words would blend together in a drunken ramble. Bodies...the river...laundering. He scared her sometimes, but she didn’t say anything. Y/n knows her husband has at least killed someone in cold blood; he confessed it in so many words. She wouldn’t be surprised if it has happened two or three times. She didn’t concern herself with the circumstances. If Lee had killed someone then it was probably justified in the eyes of morality and it wasn’t her business.

All of his revelations hardened her. She stopped being shocked after the fourth time Lee let something slip. Lee had never been violent with her the entirety of their relationship. He gets mad, he yells, and he has been guilty of calling her a name or two, but never ever has he laid a finger on her. Y/n was mostly an obedient wife so Lee never found a reason to be forceful with her. The only time Lee took out any aggression was on her was in the bedroom, but he figured she liked it because she’d moan louder than when he’s most gentle with her. Y/n wasn’t too fond of it at first, but she learned to love it and all the rough edges that began to appear as the years together had gone on.

“Here’s the plan for today, little one. You’re going to spend some time with the nice neighbor girl and you’re going to be a very good girl for her, okay? Okay honey?”

Her daughter just looked up at her from her little pallet on the floor. The toys that surrounded her were mostly bought by Lee. There were a few from her parents, but Lee was responsible for buying her too many toys.

While Y/n had never considered hiring a nanny before, it was often suggested to her. Lee  even told her to hire some help before the days get too rough and he's gone for longer throughout the day. However, Y/n was always hard-headed. She didn’t need the help, this was just a tough time with their daughter’s teeth coming in. Besides Y/n’s mother was just a phone call away. She always had an answer for Y/n that came from her years of being a midwife and from raising her own children. 

The only reason why she was calling over the Peterson's teenage daughter to come babysit was because she couldn’t help Lee in the ways that were needed and bring her baby along with her. Normally she’d put her daughter in her stroller and they were out and about, but this wasn't a regular daily task. It was summertime and her neighbor's daughter probably needed something to do while making some money on top of it.

"Does she need to go down for a nap, Mrs. Bodecker?"

"Not for another hour or two. She shouldn't be hungry or wet. Her teeth are starting to come in so she may get fussy, her teething ring is in the freezer and if that doesn't work then sing Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star to her."

Y/n knew it was a lot for the 16-year-old girl to take in, but she still nodded at every word Y/n said as if she got it all. Of all the little time her daughter had been here on Earth, Y/n had not left her alone with a stranger. It was hard for her to say goodbye to her little girl and leave her with a teenager, but it was bound to happen someday. And the afternoon was almost over, her day was calling for her to begin it.

Lee would be so pissed if he learned that Y/n was driving his car. She wasn't that great with the manual transmission, but she was only taking a short trip to her parent's house. Her brother was home to visit from Cincinnati. He was the child who went to the city unlike his sister. His original plan was to stay while Y/n wanted to go, but she had met Lee and decided to stay. Her brother never explained to her why he left for the city. She didn’t want to ask him too much in fear of prying into his business.

Y/n's parents were incredibly happy about Y/n’s relationship with Lee because that meant their only daughter was bound to stay near them. Her father respected Lee and often disregarded the town’s gossip because he saw it just as that: gossip.  

Her brother David was a different story. He didn't really like his brother-in-law. The age gap between them was his biggest concern. “Don’t meddle in your sister’s life. Lee is a good man,”  there mother had once tried to persuade him. It was tough when he heard rumors that Y/n didn't even know about at the time because she was younger. He moved to the city before he could hear just how worse things have gotten with the gossip about Lee Bodecker. David wasn't too thrilled to return for Y/n and Lee’s wedding.

Y/n found his disdain with Lee rather comical. Lee was a protective older brother just like David was, but they just couldn't see eye to eye. She recalls the Christmas fight that happened three years ago. David nearly kicked Lee's ass but his little sister protected her husband by shielding him. Y/n didn't want to involve herself, but if she had to pick where her loyalty lied, it would be with her husband.

"Why you stop by without bringing my gorgeous, little niece?" David wrapped his arms around his sister, surprised to see her pulling up by herself, but happy nonetheless.

"You can come over any time to see her David," Y/n ignores the frown that falls on her brother's face, "are mom and pop home?"

"Ma's at the salon and pop is outback cutting up some wood. I tried to stop him. His arthritis is getting worse, but he gives Ma and I hell every time we tell him to slow down. Is everything alright?"

"Yes. I just need a favor."

If she was asking her visiting big brother for help instead of her husband or their father, then it must be something she's trying to keep quiet. David was weary about his sister being secretive when she has an eight month old baby at home. In his eyes, if she's sneaking around then it's some sort of trouble.

"What kind?"

"Can I borrow your truck?" Y/n didn't elaborate, she just hoped that he'd say yes.

She can't go around town driving in a familiar car. Lee's personal car was too expensive not to notice and her father's truck had a damn logo on it. David's car though was perfect; no one would recognize the plates because he bought it two years ago from a dealership in Cincinnati, but it would blend in with any car that would be driven in Brewer Heights.

"Is something wrong with the cadillac?"

"No. I just don't want to be noticed. You know Lee doesn’t like me driving around in his fancy car."

If it wasn't for the immense trust David had in his sister, he'd say no. Something about her was off; her sweet demeanor replaced by something more discomposed. It was the same look on her face the night he had caught her trying to sneak out of the house when she was 14. Whatever she wanted to do, it would probably be better handled by someone else, but he didn't ask anymore questions, just handed her the keys.

“Get back before it gets dark, and be safe.”

“You sound just like pop,” she tried to joke to mitigate his worry but he kept a stern look on his face.

“I’m serious Y/n.”

"I'll be back soon," she promised. Of course she would, she has a child at home.

David watched her peel out of the dirt driveway and his car disappeared from sight. He only worried because he didn’t know what the problem was and she looked like she was dying to say something. Maybe in due time she’ll be able to tell her brother everything. Maybe they’ll laugh about it when the years have passed and they’re up in age. 

The streets started to become unrecognizable as she drove away from her parent’s home and a much different part of the county. Y/n struggled to materialize the exact location of her destination but from what she had gathered it was at the edge of town, almost entering a different county. All she's ever heard about it was that it was in a "shady part of Knockemstiff." “Shady” meant so many different things because she found the bar that Lee liked to stop at sometimes after a shift to be “shady.”

She hoped to God that Lee was stuck at the office with paperwork and not out patrolling. The sun was going to be setting soon and if he caught her over here all alone past dark, he may just never let her leave the house ever again.

Y/n was not ready to admit what she had planned, especially not to Lee. She herself hadn’t reckoned with it herself. The station her brother had on annoyed her. She turned it off and sat in silence. The only noise that accompanied her was the whirling sound of the wind that slipped through the cracked window. Her eyes peered at every building until they became less frequent. She could hear her blood moving through her veins as she gripped the steering wheel. Did Lee get this way when he did something he wasn’t supposed to? Surely he would be more composed than her, but he has the experience. 

She tried to lighten herself up by putting herself in Lee’s shoes. He probably wouldn’t hesitate or second guess his actions. If he did it, he most likely believed that the end justifies the means. No one who was innocent was ever hurt. They may have not committed a crime at the time, but they had before and would do it again. Y/n would have her own confessions to tell Y/n some day. She doesn’t need alcohol to spill her sins. Lee’s presence alone was compelling enough to get her to divulge her crimes, even the harmless ones.

The fact that she’s been driving around for a good half-an-hour lessened her anxiety but increased her impatience. She didn’t realize just how big the county was. It’s been a while since she drove herself anywhere. It was freeing, but she did miss her husband acting as her chauffeur. The thought of Lee driving her to the very brothel he has been accused of frequenting before he was a married man was comical. The consequences of her getting caught was only scary when she thought about how Lee would react. 

There was a large clearing of land before Y/n reached another set of buildings. A memory about one of them made her pump the break before passing the entry to turn in. She made a sharp turn into it's parking lot. Jimmy, her high school boyfriend, tried to sneak her into some bar but she was caught about her brother who also happened to be there. She remembered the distinct color of the door; neon green. It was an eyesore but it had never been changed, even when they switched owners. The place had closed down years later due to an excess of minors being able to sneak in. 

The crappy bar was not her concern, but the place next to it. She remembers Jimmy’s distinct voice whispering in her ear, the smell of alcohol ripe on his breath.

"That's where the girls who got nothing but good pussy between their legs go."

She had flinched at the words he used. She wondered what he meant by that, only 14 at the time and not really able to comprehend the concept of a brothel. It was the first time she's heard anyone refer to a woman's private parts as a "pussy..

Y/n didn’t expect the parking lot to be so empty. It was pretty early in the evening, maybe people did not want to be at a whore house when there was still daylight. Only one car sat in the parking lot of the bar. There was a makeshift parking lot on the side of the building and next to the old bar. It looked like it was not taken care of properly and a fire hazard waiting to happen. 

She circled around the building, eyeing it to see if there were windows to see inside somehow. Only a few small windows were on the building, but they were either foggy or covered in moss that it was a futile attempt.. Tire markings covered the dirt right in the back of the building. Y/n figured that most people parked back here so they wouldn’t get caught by any passing cars or authority. There was not much that could kill a man’s reputation like being caught in this place. 

Y/n settled for parking her car on the side of the bar. The likelihood of someone driving by and being able to see the plates of her brother’s car was very slim, but she found herself being extra careful.

Upon her arrival at the door, Y/n told herself she had no idea what she's doing, nor what she should expect. It probably wasn't common for a woman to walk into a whore house unless she was a whore herself. She hoped that she was unrecognizable with her usually pinned-up hair cascaded over her shoulders and a different shade of lipstick on her lips. The sunglasses were a last minute, ridiculous purchase, but it gave her a layer of protection. At least she could wear a disguise, Lee didn’t have anything to protect his identity when he did his own sinful acts. The least she could do for her husband is to not get herself caught.

Y/n wonders if Lee hadn’t been so secretive, would she have to do this? Lee did his best to hide things from his wife, but she isn't stupid, she goes out in town and hears things about her husband. Those rumors weren't small like he tried to lead on. "Someone" always meant more than ten people. In her eyes, this had been a long time coming; it was only a matter of time before she got sucked into his world without the intention of doing so. She could only feel so compelled to protect a man no matter the consequences if she loved him more than life itself. 

If he wanted to be secretive under the guise of “protecting” her then fine, but she hated that she had to piece everything together on her own. She heard his late night conversations when he failed to make sure she was sleeping. Whoever he talked to, they talked about a lot of things that didn’t sound wholly legal. From what she picked up from his phone call concerning this dilemma was that the owner of this place was referred to as “Reed”. He didn't seem too fond of Lee, and from the sound of her husband’s voice, the feeling was mutual. She had trouble keeping up with all the technical jargon of Lee’s phone conversations, but from her understanding Lee was threatening to get the place shut down. It would be a good look for him in his bid for being mayor. He would look like a hero if all the crime and sleaziness of this county was suddenly dealt with. Maybe they’d put his picture in the newspaper and dedicated a lengthy article to him and Y/n could clip it to the refrigerator. 

No one would think twice about connecting the dots that Lee was connected to several illegal operations going on around the county. Of all the rumors she has heard about Lee, the whore house bothered her most. It made her feel vain that she was only concerned with her husband cheating on her and not potential murders he has committed. Insecurity crept into her as she visualized her husband stepping through these exact same doors and finding his pleasure in a woman that had more experience than her. She did believe her husband when he said he hadn't stepped out on her while they were married, but that didn’t include their entire relationship. It shouldn’t matter because she was the one he decided to marry, but it still lingered in the back of her mind.

Her body shook to the core as she opened the door. She swallowed thickly as she wondered what sight she would be greeted by. It was an anti-climatic moment when she fully stepped inside to an empty place. It looked like a makeshift motel lobby and bar at the same time. Y/n thought it would be something more shabby and slimy, but it was not. Some pin-up model posters were plastered on the wall along with photos of random musicians. There were oddly a lot of photos of Frank Sinatra that had their own little corner of the wall. It was hard to determine what the vibe of this “establishment” was. One thing for sure is that she felt like an intruder. The posers on the wall made her feel stupidly bashful; this was a man’s domains and not a place for someone’s wife.

"Can I help you darlin?"

The smooth voice belonged to an older man. Y/n figured he was “Reed” because he looked like a Reed. And he appeared to be the only person here. She doubts a random patron would take to cleaning the place up by sweeping the floors.

"Uh -- are you Mr. Reed?"

Surprisingly, he just laughed at her stumbling over her words. It hadn’t dawn on her prior to a few moments ago that he knew his way around talking to a nervous girl. She ironically hoped that he thought she was just a lost whore, and that she wasn’t recognized as the sheriff’s wife.

"I am darlin’. Is there something I can help you with?" He asked again. Y/n was surprised that he wasn't intimidating, or greasy. He seemed so simple and kind, but he just happened to run a brothel. And he was the man who was saying awful things about her husband.

"I'm looking for a job," she made sure her words were as natural as possible. The little script she created in her head seemed like it would be easy to see-through, "I-I’m just wondering if you were looking for a waitress or someone to clean the place?"

A sly smile spread across his face. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt just how insidious this man was. A glance at him and he was unsuspecting, but a few moments with him, especially when he’s alone with a pretty girl and his true nature was hard to hide.

"You've come to a good place, darlin’. Let me put this away and I'll show you to my office."

He put the broom he held back into a closet and beckoned for her to follow him. Her heart thumped loudly as she followed him to potential danger. He could assault her or do something worse if he really wanted to. She was vulnerable now and just had to trust the process. 

They had passed multiple doors to get to his office, probably the doors where the girls would stay and please customers. Y/n tried not to imagine Lee being behind one of those doors with a woman touching his body. This place smelled like tawdry perfume, luckily something she has never smelled on Lee’s clothes.

"Do you have any experience waitressing?" He said the word as if he wanted her to believe that this place was anything but a brothel. For him it was possible that she really thought this place was something innocent, but he could always persuade a pretty girl who looked lost to work for him. 

"A few years...I was a waitress with my friend in Columbus for a year."

"Columbus? Why did you leave darlin’?" Y/n wanted to cringe at his constant pet name. No man talked to her like that besides her husband. It felt dirty to hear him call her something reserved for Lee and Lee only.

"Got into some trouble. My ex roughed me up a bit and I had to leave," Y/n recalled the story her brother told about one of his college friends: a homely sorority girl who got caught up with the wrong guy. She felt bad using the poor girl's story and reclaiming it as her own, but a sob story would make this man more likely to take her in if she guessed correctly.

"Well, I don't know if I'm taking anymore girls in-"

"Please!? Please? I don't have anywhere else to go. I really need the money and a place to stay. It was hell getting up here," she implored. 

Hearing her beg like that made his cock harden in his pants. There was something about a sweet little thing begging for his help that turned him on. He had no intention of turning her away from the beginning, but it was also nice to know how desperate a girl was; that made it easier for him to get a taste for himself.

However, Reed was either too horny or just an idiot to realize that a girl who had been traveling alone and from Columbus wouldn't be wearing such a nice dress that looked untouched. He was a sadistic bastard who liked employing girls that he can push around and Y/n was beginning to see that due to his negligence.

 His appearance absolutely covered up for how mean he was. Most bruises that ended up on his girls weren't from customers, but from him. He had to control himself when customers started to complain about the marks on the girls. (It was not like they cared for their well-being, they just wanted to fuck girls who were looked clean and pretty. Those men just wanted their fantasies fulfilled). His rage was taken out in psychological ways now instead of physical. He made sure those girls were in hell with no escape. He was sweeter on them if they opened their legs for him, but he was well aware that he could get away with doing whatever he wanted to them because they had nowhere else to go. If Y/n knew half the stuff he did then she wouldn't feel as guilty for what she was planning to do to him.

"I don't just hire anyone -- say, what’s your name darlin’?"

"Mary. My name is Mary."

"You gotta prove you deserve to work for me, Mary. Why don't you stand up and turn around for me."

Y/n dreaded following his orders, obeying him and spinning around slowly in her dress for him. The only man she had done that for was Lee. She felt like she was cheating on him, but she remembered that it was for him. His face was etched in her mind the entire time. The thought of him comforted her as she pretended like he was there with her as if he was God’s spirit, wrapping her in a feeling of vengeance instead of love.

"You sure are a pretty little thing. You been fucked before?"

"Once. Just by my ex-boyfriend."

"Good. I'm sure that pussy is still tight, I can just say you're a virgin and make one of those fuckers pay a heavy price for a piece of you."

Y/n nearly looked at him in horror, but gave him a half-hearted smile instead. She would act like she was grateful for him giving her a chance to make money. Her stomach churned at the thought of possibly not making it out of here. Reed’s eyes had darkened once he knew that she was in his grasp with no easy escape. He was a big man who could easily overpower her if she tried to do something stupid. But she seemed so obedient, like a perfect little girl.

"I can get you a bed, but you're going to have to reuse the clothes that are in there already. The girl who stayed there last up and ran away,” Y/n was very doubtful about that. Reed began rummaging through his drawer, pulling out a bottle of liquor before continuing, “If they don't fit you can trade with one of the other girls. You and the rest of the girls stay in your room until it's time to open. Can't have any of you roaming around in case one of those bastard cops decide to give me some trouble."

Her eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 8 o’clock. She did not think it would go this smoothly so far. Her anxiety didn’t cause her to make any major flubs that would get her caught; she just came off as an unsuspecting girl. Y/n just didn’t realize how simple a man could be in the presence of an attractive woman.

"Place opens at 9 every night, ‘cept for Sundays. I’m going to let you go get ready soon but I need you to learn my rules before you go out there and do something to piss me off," he shuffled in his seat for a few seconds, his face painted with discomfort, "first I need to go piss. Can you stay here and wait for me darlin’? Of course you can,” he left without waiting for a response from her.

Y/n waited until he opened his office door and closed it behind him. She had limited time to do what she had to do. She quickly moved behind his desk and began to fly through his drawers looking for arsenic.

There was a conversation she remembers Lee having with one of the men in town when they stopped in the middle of an aisle at the grocery store to talk. Most men believed that their wives weren’t interested in listening to whatever they’ve got to talk about with other men. Or that they just don’t understand what the hell they’re talking about. That may be true for Y/n most of the time but her ears perked up when she had heard certain words. Y/n had a penchant for being nosey ever since she was a kid, but it usually got her in trouble. She tried not to eavesdrop on Lee’s conversations but he made it so hard when he started to whisper and look around to make sure no one else was near. 

A word like "syphilis" had Y/n scratching her head. She hadn't heard of it before but apparently a man in town died from it after contracting it "at the whore house." It sounded serious. and from the context, something you get from fucking someone without a condom.

 A few books at the library confirmed her suspicions. She had to re-read some sentences to fully grasp what she was reading. From what she gathered, syphilis was treated with “magic” arsenic before they switched to penicillin. However, with Mr. Reed being referred to as a "cheap” and “old school” man multiple times in Lee’s conversation with the man at the grocery store, she believed (or at least hoped) that he still used that old method. But instead of Salvarsan, she found something that looked much cheaper and like it wasn’t obtained legally. She grabbed as many vials as she could and just began to dump them into his glass that held his dark liquor. She did it rather sloppily, her hands shaking when she realized that this was it. It was possible that she was more scared of getting caught by him than killing the old man. He’d probably beat her until she was unrecognizable.

Y/n desperately hoped it would work. If it didn't kill him, then it would certainly impair him since he was up in age and probably didn't take good care of his health anyway. She tossed the empty vials into one of the drawers of his desk and wiped whatever residue was on her hands onto the tacky shag rug on the floor. She had to get it off of her hand before getting in her brother’s car. She didn’t consider the risk of poisoning herself, but it arose inside of her the moment she felt a few splashes onto her fingers.

"Ok sweetheart," he had caught her on her knees, "what are you doing?"

"I-I dropped my earring."

He couldn't see her ears due to her hair covering them. He grumbled something about "women" but moved to his seat without question.

Y/n got off the floor and sat in the chair in front of him. He looked a little annoyed with her now instead of eyeing her like a piece of meat like he had done for the entirety of their time alone. She watched his hand intently, waiting for him to wrap his hand around his glass and bring it up to his lips.

"I run a tight house here. None of my whores act up and I expect the same for you. If you're good for daddy, he'll be good to you."

A loud buzzing in her ears made his words unintelligible. She panicked and wondered if it was the little amount of arsenic that got on her hand that was making her feel sick to her stomach. She needed to clean herself up, and Reed needed to wrap this up. But he just talked and talked and talked while she nodded along like she really cared or was paying attention. She held her breath as he picked his glass up and took the first sip of his poisoned alcohol. Y/n isn't sure why she expected an immediate reaction from him, maybe for him to spit it out or clutch his chest, but he just carried on. It was going to take time, and she just had to wait it out. She had probably about 45 minute left before it was opening time. What if there were people already starting to come? What if one of the girls was roaming around now?

"You got that darlin'?"

"Yes," Y/n choked out, not realizing Reed had finished his spiel.

"Alright. Your room is upstairs, take a left and it’s the third room on the right hand side. Just because you’re new doesn’t mean I won’t have your ass if you’re late," he kicked up his heels and reclined in his chair as he placed a cigarette between his lips. He lit it up and blew smoke right in Y/n’s direction, disregarding her grimace, “I’ll probably just let a few men use your throat tonight. Don’t worry, I won’t let them touch that pretty little pussy yet.”

Reed smiled coyly as if he was doing her a favor. He nodded towards the door and Y/n hot tailed it out of there. She didn't realize that she wasn't breathing right until she let out an exhale and then inhaled deeply. If he wasn't going to experience symptoms right away then it was going to take some time. There she ran the risk of him being able to get some help. It wasn’t likely that many people would call the cops to help a dying brothel owner, but she panicked that maybe somebody would.

Barricading him inside of his office was the only thing to give her reassurance. She grabbed one of the bar stools, heavier than she expected, and trudged towards his door. She gently placed the first one against the door so as to not to make a noise that would cause him to see what’s going on. Y/n did her best to run back and forth in her flats and placed each stool against his door until there were no more left. She added a few chairs to the growing pile to make sure it stuck.

Y/n paused when she heard someone starting to rouse. Whoever it was, or what, stopped making noise after a few seconds. Y/n looked up and started praying to God that she would not get caught, but the irony of wishing for someone to die did not escape her.

God just may have been on her side though. She got out of there with clean hands and not a single mark on her skin. Y/n knew that Lee couldn’t know about this just quite yet, but she begins to fantasize about Lee being proud of her and taking her to bed afterwards.

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"Where have you been?” Imagine Lee’s surprise when he saw his neighbor’s teen daughter holding his little girl. Nothing seemed to be wrong, in fact his daughter was giggling at something the teen was doing. However, Y/n had not told him hiring a babysitter, nor did he know she was going to go out. She always told him if she was going out. If it was a spontaneous decision then a new question rose of where the hell she was during the darker hours of the day.

"I went to visit my parents and must have lost track of time,” Y/n kissed his cheek like she always does. She knows how to get Lee’s attention on something else, “David is in town and I wanted to see him-”

She was cut off by the sound of her husband groaning. It wasn’t often that his brother-in-law came into town, so it was only a matter of time before Y/n was dragging him over to her parents house for dinner.

“Whatever. Just put the girl to bed.”

Probably the first time, Y/n was happy to see that Lee was too tired to talk to her. She doubts he’ll have questions later about her whereabouts, especially if the death of the brothel owner hits his desk by tomorrow morning.

Y/n won’t worry about it tonight. She’s fine. Everything will be fine.

Their daughter went down easy tonight. She was tuckered out from her day with the babysitter. “Good night baby,” Y/n kissed her forehead and prayed that she would sleep through the night instead of waking up crying for a feed.

Y/n walked into the bedroom to Lee undressing himself. “Join me,” he nodded his head in the direction of their bathroom. There was a smile on his face, a sly one but not as lascivious as Reed’s. After being in the presence of such an awful man she was surprised that her body warmed at the idea of Lee’s hands roaming her body. He’s the only man she wants to be obedient for. The hot water on her skin cleaned her and the cum that sputtered out from Lee’s hard-on anointed her. 

“You feel so fucking good. Oh God...I was thinking about this pussy when I was at work...almost had to touch myself.”

Lee’s words were similar to the ones Reed had used earlier but they purified her. Her cheek pressed against the tiled wall as he fully pushed himself inside of her, hands gripping her hip. There was a low sound of their wet skin slapping together coupled with Lee’s own grunts. Y/n wasn’t particularly in the mood to have sex, but she just needed Lee close to her.

“I’m gonna cum Y/n -- I’m gonna cum honey-” his voice was cut off by his orgasm as he emptied himself inside of her. 

He slumped against her, his face pressed against her back as his arms wrapped her waist to bring her body closer against his.

“Do you think I’m gonna win?”

Y/n wiggled out of his grasp and turned off the water that was beating down on their skin. Water continued to fall down his face; his eyes were more than tired, they were sullen. 

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think people are really going to vote for me? They love that old bastard so damn much even though he’s old as shit.”

“Lee? Where is this coming from? Why are you so worried? People respect you-”

“But it doesn’t mean they like me. You and I both know that most of the people didn’t even start being friendly with me until the little one came along.” It was sort of his own fault, but Y/n would never tell him that.

“Don’t worry Lee,” she cupped his face, something he normally does, but it was nice to switch roles, “everything will be alright. I promise. You’re going to be mayor and I’m going to be the mayor’s wife.”

He nodded at her reassurance, but his doubt was hard to push away. He felt foolish being so vulnerable and borderline emotional about this, but his wife made him feel better. Her eyes were honest and words earnest when she said, “everything will be alright.”

Lee believed her.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Hail Hydra!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Written: March 19th, 2021

Posted: March 19th, 2021

Warning: None.

Word Count: 1,098

Author’s Note: The reader is sisters with Daisy Johnson and Ruby Hale. Officially 18 days Sober today!

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“Come on, Ruby! We have to hurry.” You spoke tumbling out of bed, pulling the arm of your slightly older sister.

Daisy sitting up at the slight commotion. Sighing, she reached up rubbing her eyes. "What's going on?"

Letting out a sigh, Ruby whispered into the dark. "Y/N wants to go see the sunrise."

Ruby groaned, rolling her head to the side where you stood. “I swear she just wants to get us in trouble."

Scoffing you rolled your eyes.

“Ru, you know mom will never allow it,” Daisy whispered.

Peeking at you behind hooded eyes, she sent you a closed-lip smile. Letting out a slight huff, she sat up. "Yeah, but when was the last time we just had a sister's moment?"

Moving towards the nightstand, you pulled the small chain that was connecting to the light bulb. First, you glanced at Daisy, sensing her hesitation before turning your attention back towards Ruby.

Daisy frowned, opening and closing her mouth several times. "But what if we get caught?"

Tossing the blankets off, Ruby quickly got to her feet before pulling a plush robe around her fastening it around her waist. "Then that's a bridge, we'll cross when we get to it."

An excited squeal left your lips before throwing your arms around Ruby's waist.

"Y/N!" Daisy whisper yelled in alarm. "Keep it down!" She hissed, getting out of bed and wrapping her plush robe around her waist.

Once the three of you made your way to the roof of the "safe house," you held each other's hands.

A sudden feeling of something wrong washed over you. Letting out a soft whimper, you caught the attention of your sisters.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," Ruby questioned, furrowing her eyebrows together in concern.

You felt tears beginning to brim in the corner of your eyes. "I..."

"There you girls are." A venomous voice spat, from behind Ruby.

The voice instantly made her go ridge. It was the voice of General Hale. Your mother.

"You know where to take them."

Everything happened in a blur. At that moment it felt like it would be the last moment you would have with either of your sisters. Ruby was quick to pull you and Daisy into a group hug while holding onto you both with a deathly grip. Tears streamed down your face as you were ripped apart from your sisters.

Jolting upright, your chest heaved up and down as you were drenched in a cold sweat. Your breaths had come out as pantings. Groaning, you placed your head in your hands, resting your elbows on your knees. Letting out a shaky breath, you quickly changed into workout gear before making your way towards the gym in Shield.

It didn't take long before someone else had entered. You didn't need to glance up to know who it was.

"Figured, I'd find you here."

"Where else would I be?" You questioned bitterness dripping from your tongue.

Phil let out a frustrated sigh. He crossed his arms along his chest as he leaned against the wall. Glancing at him, you were taken back by his attire. You hadn't seen him in anything less than a suit, yet here he was standing in the gym in a plain tee and sweatpants, you assumed to be his pajamas.

"Still having the nightmares I see."

"First one, in a long time." You muttered, halting your actions and taking a gulp of water.

"Some progression I suppose." He spoke full of cheer.

You shrugged in response.

"One of our highly trusted agents has suggested you as the field agent for this mission."

Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, you turned to face Phil. "What mission."

"You leave in an hour," Phil spoke as he exited the gym. "Oh, and Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"Good luck. You'll need it."

"Thank you, sir." You nodded curtly. Grinning you felt a euphoric feeling bubble up inside.

----

"Flowers." You hesitated feeling as if you had overstepped your boundaries. "You should bring her flowers. Show her chivalry isn't dead, Barnes."

Gazing at you, a grin made its way to his lips. "If you say so, Y/L/N. I'm on it." His voice was dripping in a playful tone.

A ping of jealousy and sadness washed over you. Since being assigned to Sam and Bucky, you had developed feelings for the former Hydra Assassin.

"Nightmares?" You questioned gazing at the exhausted soldiers in front of you.

Walking into the kitchen Sam, furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion as he gazed between you and Bucky. "What's she talking about? You still have nightmares?"

Bucky shrugged, not taking his gaze off the table in front of him.

"Come on." You stood holding your hand out expectantly towards Bucky.

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he gazed at your hand.

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. "It's just a hand, Barnes. It's not going to hurt you."

His oceany eyes snapped up towards Y/E/C ones. Heat danced along your cheeks as you stood under his intense gaze. Letting out a defeated sigh, he placed his larger calloused hand in yours. Closing your hand around his, you led him towards your bedroom. Tugging him in, you shut the door before crawling onto the mattress, peeling the blankets back, making your way underneath them. Once you got comfortable, you raised your eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"You...You want me....to get in bed with you?" He question coming out in disbelief.

"Well, yeah, that's generally what people do, on mattresses..." Your voice trailed off as you tilted your head slightly.

"It's....It's just..."

You groaned. "Put your money where your mouth is Barnes. Be a man and cuddle me."

Bucky rolled his eyes at your comment, before approaching your bed. "Fine."

Peeling the blankets back, he crawled underneath, settling on his back. Folding his hands over his stomach as he stared at the ceiling. The feeling of you moving around the bed jostled him with every movement.

Lifting his hands, you placed your head on his chest, before drawing shapes along his skin. Bucky went ridge underneath you.

"Relax, Barnes." You giggled. You didn't need to see his face, to sense his hesitation. Grasping one of his hands, you placed it in your hair.

"My sisters would cuddle me like this whenever either of us had nightmares." You whispered. "It seemed to calm them down and it made me feel safe."

Bucky hummed in response, as he allowed himself to relax.

Before you knew it, you had drifted off to a deep slumber but not before you felt Bucky place a kiss upon the crown of your head.

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[bonesandthebees]

Okay, I’m gonna start with Quackity. First of, I love his design and how you still made him connected to birds via the pants and the tattoos that look like feathers.

Secondly, this man has no mercy. He destroyed Wilbur in one sentence. I would say he put him in his place for the title remark, but Quackity did start it with the strays remark, so I guess it was more establishing dominance or testing the waters. Also, Wilbur needs to stop dishing it out when he knows he no longer has the energy to take it, but at the same time people just keep going for him without reason.

I do feel like the stray remark has different implications than Wilbur thinks it does. I assume big Q knows Phil well enough to get under his skin and get a read on him that way. Also, you take in strays to take care of them. Which is what Phil and Techno are doing, even if they are trying to gain something from it. They did state several times that they don’t necessarily need Tommy and Wilbur. This taking in strays. Though it is interesting that this is a rumour.

Anyway, back to big Q. What makes him so interesting, is that through him we get to see how much Wilbur has already changed. This is mostly in his use of etiquette. He knows all the etiquette. It’s been drilled into him. He used to try so hard to hold onto it. Yet he has stopped using it. With Phil, it’s because he knows he can bet away with it. And in typical teen fashion he’s getting more and more lacks, testing the limits of his far he can go. With Schlatt, it’s dropping the pretence. With quackity, both of them are hostile out of the gate. Wilbur matches what he gets. Quackity gives him zero respect, so he gives zero back.

Wilbur stopped putting in the effort to be polite. Which is fine with Phil and Schlatt because he knows he’s fine. But he doesn’t know big Q, so that might be a mistake. But big Q also made a mistake. He insulted Wilbur without knowing how petty he is, and now whatever plans he has, if it involves Wilbur, he will be a pain in the ass. Wilbur is not as kind of a person as Tommy. Wilbur, much like Niki, holds a grudge.

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thank you!! I came up with quackity's design on the fly lol. I considered making him an avian since that is a species in the world of stars, but I decided I liked him being a human with just some bird-related imagery better

lmao yeah he literally wrecked wilbur a minute into the conversation. quackity definitely started it. wilbur would never have made the title comment if quackity hadn't made the strays comment. he doesn't actually judge people for not having a title, it was just something he wanted to say to fire back at quackity for that. but yeah, he really has a bad habit of dishing out what he can't take

yeah the strays comment was kind of a jab at phil in a way, but more than anything it was just him trying to test the waters and figure out where wilbur's head is at

and yeah, as time has gone on wilbur has dropped more and more of his etiquette. if quackity was more formal right off the bat, he would've been formal in return. but he no longer has the patience to take just insult after insult. he's losing his self control and just doesn't see much of a point in trying anymore.

honestly, quackity isn't a royal or any kind of politician. i don't think he would've cared about the etiquette that much because he's technically a 'common person' and doesn't know royal etiquette in the first place. quackity isn't a fool. he knows that insulting someone right when you meet them isn't going to win him any favors with them. he really just wanted to see how wilbur would react, and now he's realizing that wilbur is a petty and bitter person and holds onto stuff like that