#and again? no notice??????? like was bossman the one who had to do all your appointments or was i the one who had to pick up on your slack

[sarah-yyy]

at that time of the year where i have No Motivation to work

[greengoblinswifey]

White Boy of the Month- Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, jealous!reader, unprotected sex, oral(f receiving) creampie, praise kink, established relationship, this monstrosity i conjured up.

author’s note: i’ve only ever written smut for characters and not actors so i feel a bit weird about this, hope you guys like it regardless. ps: this is all just fantasy <3

Nicholas was everywhere these days. TikTok’s new “white boy of the month”, and it seemed like everyone had taken notice. You were lying in bed, scrolling through TikTok, watching yet another edit of him. The one that kept popping up on your feed was to "Shake Dat Ah" by Bossman Dlow, and it had blown up. The video cut perfectly between slow-motion shots of him smiling and laughing, looking so effortlessly handsome with that amazing body. You couldn’t help but watch it on repeat.

You were so engrossed in it that you didn’t notice Nicholas walking into the room until he stood by the bed. Your eyes widened as you quickly tried to scroll away from the TikTok, but it was too late. He caught you.

“You’re watching the edits again, aren’t you?” Nicholas chuckled, his lips curving into that playful smirk you knew too well. “Enjoying them?”

Your face warmed, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. “I enjoy having you in front of me way more,” you teased, giving him a wink.

He grinned and joined you on the bed, lying beside you. He nestled his head on your chest, his face resting against your tits as he made himself comfortable. You resumed watching the TikTok, this time paying attention to the comments. As expected, they were filled with thirsty women.

“He’s so hot, I can’t take it!” “Nicholas Chavez is my husband now, no one can tell me otherwise.” “I’m gonna need him to come over here and shake dat ah for me.” “Fuck me daddy.” “I need him so fucking bad.”

You rolled your eyes at the flood of heart-eye emojis and wild comments, but couldn’t help feeling a slight twinge of jealousy. Nicholas, sensing your shift in mood, peeked up at you.

“Jealous?” he asked softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You hesitated, scrolling through another comment about how someone wanted to marry him and have him deflower them. “Maybe just a little,” you admitted, though you couldn’t help but smile down at him. “It’s not like I can’t see why they’re obsessed.”

He reached up, placing a kiss on your collarbone, his eyes never leaving yours. “They can have the edits, but I’m here with you.”

You exhaled softly, letting go of the jealousy. You knew you had him, right there in your arms, and no TikTok comment could take that away. “I guess I can deal with it,” you teased, your fingers brushing through his hair. “As long as you remember who you really belong to.”

He laughed, his breath warm against your skin. “Always.”

The energy between you and Nicholas shifted in an instant. His playful demeanor was gone, replaced by something far more intense. Without a word, he reached up, pulling your tank top down just enough to free your tits. Your breath hitched as his warm hands cupped them, and you tossed your phone to the side, the TikTok edits now a distant thought, though you’d definitely be watching and gushing later. Your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping softly as he kissed down your body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

When he reached the waistband of your panties, his lips pressed firmly against your clothed pussy, making you gasp. Without hesitation, he grabbed the fabric and, with a sharp rip, tore them off with his strong, muscular arms. The rawness of the action sent a jolt of arousal through you, and you felt your body respond immediately.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. Your eyes met his, and he smirked. “No woman in any comment section will ever feel my tongue on them like you do right now.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you, ravishing your clit with fierce hunger. His tongue moved in circles, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your core. His finger slid inside you, curling in just the right way, making you whimper. When he added a second finger, your body couldn’t take it anymore. Your back arched off the bed as you came hard, cumming all over his mouth and fingers, your moans filling the room.

Nicholas didn’t stop, his lips and fingers continuing to work you through the orgasm, his eyes locked on your face. “So pretty,” he murmured between licks, “Your pussy looks so pretty. You look so pretty when you cum.”

Your chest heaved as you came down from your high, your mind hazy with pleasure. His words sent another flush of heat through you as he pulled back slightly, his lips glistening. “I’m all yours,” he whispered, his fingers still inside you, moving slowly. “And you’re all mine.”

“I’m yours Nicholas,” you whimpered and he smiled.

He pulled off his boxers, his big, thick cock springing free, standing hard and ready. The tip was a bright, flushed pink, curving just slightly, making your breath hitch in anticipation. He settled between your legs, teasing your clit with the head of his cock, rubbing it slowly, sending shivers through your entire body. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel him inside you.

He positioned himself at your entrance, and slowly, so slowly, began to push in. His cock stretched you inch by inch, your tight pussy gripping him as he filled you. He let out a deep hiss as he sank deeper, his body trembling from the pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with restraint.

You clung to his arms, gasping, “You’re so big,” the words barely a whisper as he continued pushing inside, his thick length stretching you to the limit. When he was fully inside, he paused, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily before he started to move, pounding into you in deep, steady strokes.

“You’re my beautiful girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he thrusted into you. “And I’m yours. Forever. No one’s ever gonna take me away from you.”

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, your clit rubbing against his hard, muscular body as he drove into you. His pace quickened, and you looked up at him, heart racing at the sight. His disheveled hair fell into his half-lidded, pretty eyes, his lips flushed and parted, groaning your name over and over like a chant, like he was worshiping you.

Your own lips parted in a moan, his name spilling from you like a prayer, like he was your priest, the only one you could ever confess to. The pleasure built inside you with every thrust, his body, his touch, his words claiming you completely. He wasn’t just fucking you, he was worshiping you, and in that moment, you were lost to him, praying with every moan, every cry of his name.

Nicholas could feel how close you were, your breath quickened, your moans growing louder, and your pussy gripped him like a vice. His eyes darkened with desire as he watched the way your body reacted to his every thrust. His cock throbbed inside you, and with a low, husky voice, he rasped, “You’re so beautiful, baby. You’ll look even more beautiful cumming on my cock while I’m fucking you like this.”

His words ignited the fire inside you, pushing you past the brink. With a sharp cry, your orgasm crashed through you, and your body trembled uncontrollably. Your pussy tightened around him, squeezing him as you came hard, your walls pulsating and clenching around his thick cock. He groaned deeply, feeling every spasm as you drenched him, but he didn’t let up. He kept thrusting, his pace relentless, pushing you through the waves of pleasure, letting you ride it out fully.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he growled through clenched teeth, still lost in the tightness of your body. His hands gripped your hips tightly, feeling your warmth and the way your pussy gripped him like you never wanted to let go. He thrusted in harder, determined to give you more, to show you just how much you drove him crazy.

His own release was building fast, but he held back just long enough to murmur against your ear, “It’s my turn now. And you know what I want.”

Without hesitation, you arched your back for him, pressing your ass high in the air, presenting yourself to him as he moved behind you. Nicholas positioned himself between your legs, guiding his cock back inside you with one swift, hard thrust. You moaned at the feeling of being filled up again, his cock stretching you as he pounded into you from behind.

His grip tightened around your waist, and each thrust was more powerful than the last. His hands occasionally left your hips to deliver firm slaps to your ass, the sound of his hands meeting your skin echoing in the room. “God, look at you,” he growled, his voice low and thick with lust. “So fucking sexy. And this ass, so fucking perfect.”

You glanced back at him, your half-lidded eyes catching sight of his toned, muscular body—his abs flexing with every thrust, his biceps bulging as he held you in place. His messy hair framed his chiseled face, and the raw look of pleasure etched into his expression was enough to make you moan his name all over again, lost in the sight of him.

The pleasure built quickly inside you once more, your pussy gripping his cock tighter, squeezing him as another wave of pleasure started to overtake you. Nicholas could feel it too, his cock throbbing inside of you as he growled low in his throat. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m close, baby.”

You were desperate, your voice needy as you begged, “Please, Nick, cum inside me. I want it. Fill me up.”

He hesitated, smirking as he slowed his pace for just a moment. “I can’t hear you,” he teased. “You’re gonna have to say that louder, baby.”

Your desperation heightened, and you practically screamed it this time. “Cum inside me, Nick! I need it! Please!”

With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed into you one final time, holding you close as his cock pulsed inside you, releasing thick, hot spurts of cum deep within you. He moaned your name as he came, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pressing you against him as he filled you up. He didn’t pull out right away, instead, he relished the feeling of being inside you, his cock still throbbing, every muscle in his body tense as he savored the moment.

Before you could catch your breath, he swiftly flipped you over, pulling you on top of him. His cock was still buried deep inside your pussy as he shifted the position, thrusting up into you gently now, making sure you squeezed every last drop of his cum out. You whimpered softly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your pussy gripping him as he guided your hips slowly.

Nicholas gazed up at you, his hands tender now, caressing your waist as he whispered between kisses. “My baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. I love you so much.”

You leaned down to kiss him softly, your heart swelling at his words. “I love you too,” you murmured, your voice tired but full of affection.

Nicholas kissed your forehead and whispered against your skin, “I’m so happy my career’s taking off, and no matter what, you’ll always be by my side, and I’ll take care of you every step of the way. You deserve the world.”

You smiled softly, resting your head on his chest as he moved to get up. “Wait,” you said, stopping him. “Don’t go. I just want to stay like this, with you inside me, and I wanna listen your heartbeat.”

He grinned, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close again. “Okay, baby. Whatever you want.” He kissed the top of your head and settled back, letting you rest against his chest, his heart beating steadily beneath your ear as you both drifted off into a peaceful, satisfied slumber, completely wrapped in each other.

[noisester]

He's been sitting in his office and staring at a portable mirror for an eternity. Posters of the staggering amount of programs he's managed to get involved in cluttered up the walls around him. That was... A lot. Even by rat bastard standards, that was a lot! Shame he can't be fully in peace knowing the snake didn't pop out of existence in the end, but hey. Despite it all, he could confidently say the Fake Noise kerfuffle was reaching its conclusion. Noisette already mentioned she needed to head out to fix her café, so he was positive she wasn't gonna get abducted by the horrors anytime soon GABYYYYYYY WHEN I GET YOU GABY--.

Honestly? It was a good opportunity to process the events and take a breather. NTV was still hanging by a thin thread, but he wasn't too worried about it. Nuh uh. He wouldn't say it aloud, but... The burnout finally caught up to him. He did do the bare minimum of uh. Quietly toiling away at a control panel to broadcast his little update message and have his channel do re-runs. His audience probably wasn't starving for fresh content and must've gotten overstimulated after all of that chaos, anyway. Weird thing to acknowledge given the projects Noise usually creates.

"I'm nothing like that fraud." He reassures himself while still looking back at the mirror, "I don't run my shows out of desperation; I've got a life outside the industry! 'The Noise' is just a TV thing! Yeah--... Just a TV thing."

He tries to stay in a comfortable position by leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, but his forced smug grin states otherwise.

"What more could a guy ask for, woag? I run NTV, I have a lovely girlfriend, I make Peppidiot suffer when I feel like it........... I run NTV."

Another long minute of deafening silence. He took his hat off and leaned further into his chair to shake off that lump in his mind, but instead ended up getting lost in his thoughts again...

Who was Theodore? A man of many traits and qualities who loves his job, plainly. Simple. One-note. Presumably got involved in an unknown incident at work. Woke up to Bossman giving him a helping hand and asking him questions after losing consciousness. Even when months had passed, he could still somewhat feel that ache on his head haunting him... Okay, I got bonked there, but by what..?

"...Would it make that much of a difference? To have my memories back?" What could he gain from this? Awareness? Respect? Acknowledging things he probably didn't need to? Sating the missus with information he couldn't provide back when they were getting to know each other? There's noticeably a large mallet standing in the corner of the room. You know, that iconic gag in movies that would either magically bear fruit or further reset your brain after getting bashed with it. Well, considering the amount of times he got comically thwacked with a broom to no avail... That wasn't an option.

Part of him wondered if he could piss off the writers by cheating and directly asking Noise Emptyzone about his backstory for hints, but alas, his head might be an empty zone in itself as well. Ugh.

"My life is great as is. I've got everything I want! Sure, it'd be nice to have some context, but." But it might not be worth it, would it? Besides, amnesia backstories are super rad when you think about it! You get to stand out from the crowd while they all stare at you weird! Not that he cares about how others perceive him, it's just a nice thing to consider when toying with people is your whole schtick. Yeah, yeah.

"What if I'm being overdramatic and my amnesia was a blessing a disguise? Huh? What if I'm just a guy with a nothingburger past? What then??"

"Nooooiiiise, buddy, chum, pal! It's not in your nature to ask this many questions at once. What gives?"

...

One of the posters on his walls replied.

Noise didn't have the guts to turn to face the intruder. Or is it an intruder? Was he imagining a voice in his head? Which belonged to THAT clown, precisely? It certainly wasn't another bluetooth joke from Mr. Emptyzone. Even if it was, he wouldn't be mimicking the voice of his boss and... Watch him from the sidelines like that. Yeesh.

"Goddamnit," He finally mutters, "Did the bomb summon you??? We went over th"

"Ohhhhh, no no no! Quite the opposite, in fact! Your little trick proved me you didn't lose your edge!"

"..."

"...Okay, I DID regret hiring you." Comical pause, followed by a wide smile and a shrug A smile big and wide. A smile very big and wide, "But what can silly ole me say? It's a move that did wonders at its time! Heehoo!"

Noise remained uncharacteristically speechless. He didn't show any sign of hostility, nor did he bite back at his dumbass boss finding amusement in all of this. The poster was quick to notice that before rolling its eyes.

"Tongue-tied, eh? Oh well, keep annoying that sweaty Italian, Noise. It'll only benefit the both of us. Good luck with your career! And remember: don't ask questions, have fun with it! Toodle-oo!"

And with that, the illustration within the poster went back to its previous pose, ceasing to animate.

...

He's fine.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Hi!!! I've been Reading your stuff literally all morning!! I was hoping that I could request something?

Ok ok hear me out...

Quackity x Axolotl Hybrid Reader...

So like perhaps y'know a lil pirate au, Quackity and the rest of his crew, schlatt, etc, land and decide to rest at a nearby tavern, a bunch of other ships and crews are staying there, so while schlatt and his crew are chilling in the bar and starting fights with dreams, and technos crew, bossman is walking along the beach and he meets y/n?? Idk if any of that makes sense

I just like the thought of a pink axolotl hybrid:)

ANYWAYS TYSM FOR DOING WHAT YOU DO<333

Quackity x Axolotl Hybrid Reader

First Story, back we're churning it all out! I hope you enjoy this little one-shot <3

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Quackity loved the open sea, he has ever since he was a boy. He remembers his mama coming up to his room to sit beside him. She would sit at the window sill telling him stories about the open sea and the fantastical creatures that lurked under the water. He believed her fully and would always ask her to describe these creatures of legend to him. She would laugh speaking softly to him in Spanish saying they were enchantingly beautiful creatures, and that Quackity’s father was the only one who’s ever allegedly seen these mythological beings in real life. She told tales about them and it was easy to fall in love with them. Apparently, many of these creatures fell hard and fast and it was even harder for a human not to be taken beneath the waves, lost forever to the deep ocean. Quackity wasn’t so sure he believed all that, after all, if no one ever saw one how would they know they’d be lost forever? Even so, he still stayed up all night waiting for his father to return from his job working for the royal navy, but he never did. His ship was lost at sea never to be heard from again.  

“Oi, Quackity get your head out of your ass. We’re here.” 

Quackity snapped out of his daydream standing up straight as their ship lurched to anchor at the port. The smell of salt and algae permeated the pier as the crew began to dismount their vessel, The Big Man. The ship was owned and run by Captain Schlatt, one of the most well-known pirates on the open sea. The man had taken a young and impressionable Quackity under his wing and made him his first mate after four months of staying in his home village. Quackity hadn’t been back home in a while, five years give or take, he hoped his mother was fairing well and was using the money he would send her from their excursions. She had never been the same since his father never returned that fateful night all those years ago. Quackity stood straighter the scar on the side of his face itching in aggravation due to the salty air, Tubbo, Quackity’s young apprentice stood behind him eagerly. 

“You ready to go bossman?” His smile stretched across his face, Quackity wasn’t sure if the kid was expecting this venture to turn into a raid or if he was just that enthusiastic to be on land once again. 

“As I’ll ever be,” Quackity grinned adjusting his hat, “Schlatt already headed to the tavern?” 

“If you think anyone could come in between him and getting his alcohol you’d be mistaken.” Tubbo scoffed, muttering in clear disdain, “He’s already there, plus he heard rumors that an old ‘friend’ of his was also frequenting the bar.” 

“He has many quote-on-quote friends amigo, you’re gonna need to be more specific.” Quackity snorted as he walked down the ramp of the ship, his long blue jacket fluttering in the briny air, Tubbo following close behind him.  

“Wilbur and his crew.” 

“Mierda…” He groaned as Tubbo opened up the tavern doors, it was already loud inside as Quackity entered, he noticed Tubbo’s face lit up seeing Tommy and Ranboo. All three were close when they were young, all grown up on the streets together they had to learn to look after one another. But took different routes escaping the royal guard and ending up on different ships. Tommy went off with Wilbur and Ranboo went with Wilbur's twin brother Technoblade, which meant the Blood God was somewhere around here too. He scratched at his scar that was generously granted by said man, so far he didn’t see any sign of him, hopefully, he was fucking one of the barmaids somewhere to occupy his time and wrath. “Tubbo,” Quackity began and the boy looked at him with big doe eyes, “go on and say hi to your old mates. No drinking through, I’m gonna need you on your toes for when Schlatt inevitably crashes.” 

“Yes sir,” Tubbo beamed quickly running over to the other boys and throwing his arms around them excitedly. Quackity’s lip twitched seeing how innocent and excited all the boys were to see one another, he wondered if he’d ever get that feeling back for himself. Most likely not, seeing as Schlatt was already pulling a barmaid into his lap while Wilbur was chuckling by his side. Quackity rubbed between his eyes already knowing they were most certainly staying here a few more days at least. So long as Schlatt had a warm drink and either a dick to suck or a pussy to fuck they’d be here for a good long while. 

“Well, Well, Well if it isn’t the Little Duck.” Quackity tensed pivoting to face Technoblade and his father Phil. Phil had a pleased grin on his face, and Techno was smirking cockily with a brunette woman at his side. One of his favorites from the territory, Quackity got a bad feeling it’s not often all the pirate captains came together under one roof. All that seemed to be missing was Dream and his crew, but give it some time he was sure that green bastard would show up one way or another. “How’s the scar fairing you?” 

“Fine.” He grunted locking his jaw, “Sometimes I lose peripheral vision in my eye but you know that’ll happen when you take a cutlass to the face.” Technoblade had the gall to laugh like him being disfigured was the most amusing thing in the world. 

“You’re lucky that’s all I did, considering you tried to publicly execute me.” Technoblade scoffed raising a slit eyebrow, he took a step closer to Quackity towering over him, Quackity stepped back trying to keep his chest puffed feining confidence. The girl who was by Techno’s side leaned closer to Phil looking nervous and Phil gently stroked her hair.

“You blew up our ship!” He argued, sweating watching as Technoblade moved into his periphery, he was now unable to see him due to his blind eye. He choked feeling cold metal a hand wrapped tight around his neck, he let out a wheeze as the air was ripped from his lungs.

“I let you escape with your life. Remember that Little Duck.” He whispered into Quackity’s ear sending a chill of ice down his spine, his airways eased as Technoblade let go of his neck. He let in a big gulp of air and began to pant, “run back to your Captain. It seems he may need your help sooner rather than later.” Technoblade stepped away motioning for Phil to follow, the older man only eyed Quackity wearily before following his son, dragging the maiden with him. Quackity’s hand shakily touched his neck which was sure to bruise before looking back at all the patrons in the bar, they all seemed to be distracted enough. He needed to leave, everything felt hot and his one good eye was stinging he wouldn’t be caught dead showing any signs of weakness especially not towards Technoblade. The sounds of the chattering of the bar overwhelmed him completely and his body was buzzing unpleasantly. He walked to the back of the room near the exit and slipped out of it hopefully unnoticed. 

“Bastard,” Quackity grumbled under his breath, as the cold air began to cool off his feverish skin “maldito cerdo…” He knew where he needed to go. 

Whenever he would feel overwhelmed or stressed as a child his mom would always walk him by the ocean, feeling the sand beneath his toes and the fresh ocean air always helped clear his mind. So that’s where Quackity headed, the sun was setting, reflecting off the ocean creating a beautiful orange and purple glow over the coast. He slipped off his leather boots leaving them by the pier, the soft feather in his black hair tickled his cheek as he removed his hat so he didn’t lose it in case he went for a swim. The wind fluttered through his hair and made his jacket flutter around his body as he began his trek across the beach. He made it about a mile and a half down the beach when he noticed a figure standing out on a rocky outcropping. Waves crashed against the rocks severely, spraying foam everywhere and there was no doubt that the algae would make it slippery, as he drew closer he realized the figure on the outcropping was a young woman around his age. He wasn’t close enough to make out any distinctive features, however, he did watch her slip, stumbling over herself almost crashing into the waves below. It made Quackity’s heart skip a beat, his legs moved on their own as he came up quickly onto the rocks and the woman to try to warn her. She let out a squeak as he watched her bend over to pick something off of the rock her legs slipping out from under her as Quackity reached out and grasped her by the waist. She reached out and clung to his shoulders as he steadied the both of them, as they locked eyes Quackity felt all the saliva in his mouth dry up instantly. 

“Las historias son verdaderas…” The girl began to chitter nervous wiggling in his hold, “Hey, hey! It’s okay I’m not gonna hurt you.” He expressed hoping she could understand him, she seemed to eye him hesitantly before giving a nod. Now that she knew he wouldn’t hurt her he was able to fully take in her features, she looked mostly human except instead of ears she had fins growing out the side of her head, they were a soft baby pink. They looked different from normal fins, now that he really examined they weren’t really fins at all they were rounded and more feathery, unlike anything he’d ever seen. As he pulled away he continued to gaze at the fish lady, he noticed she had a pink shine to her skin if she moved a certain way against the light. Her hands were webbed, as were her feet, and a long tail fin came from behind her and was wrapped around her legs seemingly protectively. Other than those features she appeared to be a normal human, with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes and a cute nose and lips. “Do you speak English?” 

“Yes…” She spoke softly still seeming wary of him, 

“I’m Quackity and you?” You told him your name and his body shivered as he tested it out on his own lips. “It’s nice to meet you hermosa,” He purred bowing gracefully with a wink. He watched your brow furrow cutely you let out a frustrated chirp, 

“I don’t know what that means.” A pout settled across your lips and Quackity just wanted to pinch your cheeks, 

“It means beautiful.” He mushed shooting finger guns in your direction, 

Your eyes got wide and your trail flicked shyly, color spread across your cheeks and he watched you preen. “Are you trying to court me?” You sounded so serious he had to laugh, “you’re doing it wrong.” 

“Oh am I?” He hummed eyes sparkling mischievously as you nodded relaxing a little by his side. “Want to enlighten me?” 

“I suppose it is my duty as the Princess of my kingdom to enlighten outsiders of our culture. It won’t be easy to court me mind you. I’m very picky.” 

Quackity let out a startled sound, “hold on did you say you were a princess?-” You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips before smashing your foreheads together, he let out a breathy laugh of ‘what the fuck?’ 

“First you have to show you care for me with a dance,” You spoke proudly resting your hands behind his neck, “While I sing.” You began to hum softly as you and Quackity danced around the slippery rock. He was baffled at how serious you were taking his comment, then again he didn’t know anything about you or your species' traditions. No one has ever seen anything like you or your kind before he figured he should just go along with it for now. He was quiet but began to lead you through the dance and he noticed little changes in your song, you would let out little trills and chirps before your song came to an end. It was adorble and he found himself taking in your features rather fondly, his mama was right. You were enchantingly beautiful. You took a step away from him observing him he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do so he just did what his mama taught him if he ever found himself dancing with a lady. He knelt down on one knee took your hand in his own and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand winking up at you. Color spilled across your cheeks, and you warbled a little, “You pass.” You glanced away from him clearly trying to hide your embarrassment and it made him feel proud that he could fluster you. Him, with his jagged scar and fake tooth, and you the beautiful princess from a mysterious underwater kingdom that he was somehow courting. 

“I’m not saying I never fail but…I have a pretty good reputation.” Quackity mused, “What’s next?” 

“Shells, you have to be able to find the most appealing shells that you think I’ll like and make them into a necklace for me to wear. If I accept the shells and the handcrafted necklace then you can continue with your own bizarre courting rituals.”

“You can count on me.” Quackity hummed, “How long do I have, I don’t see very well in the dark, unfortunately.” You looked thoughtful for a moment, 

“Same time tomorrow,” You tapped your fingers against your skin in thought, your eyes narrowed and he yelped slightly as you were suddenly close to his face. If he leaned forward both your lips would connect. Your fingers trailed against his scar and he tensed, “What happened to you? Who did this?” 

“Er…got into a fight with a giant pig.” He mused, “Made it out alive though even with this ugly thing.” Quackity rubbed the back of his neck, did she find him repulsive now? Who wouldn’t, after all his face is practically mangled beyond comprehension. 

“It’s not ugly.” 

“Huh?” He blanched blinking in surprise, 

“You’re a brave warrior.” The cold, wet pads of your fingers felt good against his hot skin and itchy scar, “Only the strongest warriors have scars. You are very brave as well as very handsome.” You trilled fingers grazing over his lips,

Oh. 

Oh. God. 

He’s flustered. You’ve actually managed to flusher him and pink spread across his cheeks and ears, he stumbled back a little and felt his feet slide out from under him. “Oh fuck!” He felt the cold water engulf him and he thought for sure his head would be bashed against the hard rock. At least he had gotten to dance with a beautiful angel before he died, he had that he supposed. But instead, he felt two hands pull him out of the water like he weighed nothing like he was a wet tissue, he sputtered staring into your eyes. He looked down to find himself floating in the air, you were carrying him like it was NOTHING. He yelped as you moved your arms suddenly carry him bridal style and began to scamper off the soaking rocks,

“You fell.” You grinned down at him, “You’re pretty clumsy huh?” He was sure by the heat of his face his entire face had to be as red as a cherry tomato, his head was nestled between your breasts. “It’s okay.” He felt you place him back on the sand and cupped his cheeks, “I’ll protect you little bird.” You brushed the feather in his hair, delicately pushing some wet hair behind his ear, “With the prettiest eyes…” You cooed, 

“Okay-” He sputtered eyes hazy looking over at you, the way the rising moon lit up your body made you look almost ethereal. It was the first time he could actually see what you were wearing, it seemed to be a mix of shells, coral, seaweed, and netting. He did take note that your neck was bare of any type of shells it stirred something inside of him, he wanted to make your neck beautiful with shells. You both jumped as there was a loud shout of Quackity’s name, it sounded like a frantic Tubbo, “Tomorrow?” he spoke hurriedly “I promise.” 

“I’ll see you then.” You smiled softly leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead before disappearing into the sea. He was still dazed when Tubbo grabbed his arm, 

“Big Q! Where have you been? It’s been hours! Schlatt got into a fight!”

“Shit. With you?” 

“Dream!” 

Double shit. 

“Schlatt wants to leave as soon as possible! He’s pissed you weren’t there.” 

TRIPLE SHIT. 

All he could think about was your smiling face, and strong arms as you disappeared back into the waves. He still needed to get you shells, still needed to tell you what was going on and where he was going! He was going to leave you abandoned just like his father did his mother. “As soon as possible? But we just landed at the port! We’d have to find the entire crew and it’s so late at that.” He tried to argue as Tubbo huffed, 

“Don’t argue with me! Argue with Schlatt!” He tossed his arms up in the air, “either way we have to hurry- Are you looking for shells right now!?” 

“I’ll meet you back there as soon as I can! There’s just something I have to do first, tell Schlatt he can wait five minutes and if he can’t he can leave me here.” 

“Big Q what’s going on with you!” 

“Go Tubbo!” 

The young lad flinched, hesitating only slightly before nodding and heading back the way he came. Once he was gone from view Quackity frantically knelt in the sand searching for all the different shells he could find. He gathered as many as he could break, or chipped he didn’t care he hoarded all of them. He only was able to find one full shell a little scallop and he quickly flicked open his pocket knife and carved a thin little ‘Q’ inside it. Quackity ripped off a piece of fabric from his jacket and did his best to poke holes in the shells and thread them through the only fabric he had. He hesitantly took the feather out of his hair and interwove it onto the makeshift necklace. He stumbled back onto the outcropping and rested the necklace near the rock he had found you standing by, he said a quick prayer that you’d receive the gift before heading back down the beach towards Schlatt and his ship.

Quackity got an earful from a fuming Schlatt when he returned back, Schlatt had a large open wound in his chest and a black eye most likely from Dream and Sapnap tag team. He blamed Quackity for the injury claiming if he was doing his job and keeping an eye on Schlatt he wouldn’t have pissed off the little green bug. The stubborn bastard didn’t let anyone else tend to his wound other than Quackity as per usual, once he was all patched up Schlatt grabbed a bottle of whiskey and passed out in his bed. Not before commanding the ship to leave port, of course, how could he have forgotten that in his wounded and drunken stupor? Quackity was fuming marching back onto the front of the ship and bending over the railing, he watched as the isle grew into nothing but a small dot in the distance. He felt a sharp pain in his chest like he was leaving some part of it behind on that island, that was until he heard a loud thumb against the side of the ship. He leaned over the railing to see a mop of (h/c) hair peaking out from the ocean, he almost choked seeing you pop up and chirp at him. You were keeping up with the boat and around your neck was his mess of a necklace he made you, did that mean you accepted it? It had to have, “What are you doing here?” He laughed trying not to fall over the side, 

“You’re my mate now!” You called laughing as you splashed through the water to keep up with the boat, “Your shells were perfectly imperfect and so are you, I love it! I accept!” You chittered and Quackity watched you do a flip in the water, “You’re stuck with me now!”

Quackity couldn’t have been happier to hear those words come out of your mouth. The only problem now was how exactly he was going to explain you to the crew and Schlatt. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice Tubbo gawking beside him, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!” 

Quadruple shit.

[tobysbliss]

Cheer Up, Ranboo!

Summary: Ranboo’s a bit down after losing MCC, again. Sapnap cheers him up!

we’re gonna pretend that sapnap is staying with ranboo in this one

i rlly should not write mcc tickle fics💀

Ler!Sapnap, Lee!Ranboo

warnings: tickling, like one swear word

who requested this? i forgot LMAO

Sapnap was currently sitting next to Ranboo on the couch, after all of MCC Pride was finished.

They didn’t win, but they sure as hell did amazing. They had a lot of laughs, some panic moments, they all helped eachother out, they made a pretty good team!

Which is why Sapnap was unsure of why Ranboo was so upset and stressed out over not winning. But his confusion to why Ranboo is feeling,, well, his feelings, did not matter. What matters is helping him be cheer up.

“Ranboo, I promise, you did amazing. We all did, but especially you!” Sapnap reassured the teen beside him. A tear fell from Ranboo’s eye, and Sapnap wiped it away with his thumb.

“I just-“ Ranboo paused to take a few breaths before he continued. “I just want to actually win! I want my fans and my friends to be proud of me!” The sentence broke Sapnap’s heart. Ranboo’s fanbase and his friends were so so proud of him, they expressed it so much.

“Oh, Ranboo. Your fans are extremely proud of you! They express it all of the time! For you to be on twitter a lot im suprised you don’t know that,” the last comment got a slight smile out of Ranboo.

“Don’t even get me started on your friends! We are literally so proud of you, you’ve been doing so amazing. Not even just with MCC, in all of your content! In the words of your bestfriend TommyInnit, you are so very pogchamp and epic, Ranboo. And in the words of your other bestfriend Tubbo Underscore, you are the most epic person ever, Bossman!” ((a/n: i made those quotes up))

The thought of Tommy and Tubbo, and Sapnap mocking their british accents, made Ranboo smile like a little kid. He turned his head away so Sapnap wouldn’t see.

“Cheer up, Ranboo! Let me see your smile!” Sapnap grinned as he took his hand up to Ranboo’s face and turned him to face him. Sapnap then squished Ranboo’s face with his hand, making Ranboo giggle and push him away. “Sahapnap!”

Sapnap only continued doing it, and Ranboo was already forgetting his stress.

“Cuhut it ohout!” If he was being honest, Ranboo didn’t even know why he was laughing. But his laughter was cut off with a squeal and there was suddenly a hand clawing into his stomach.

“Ohoh shihit- SAHAPNAHAHAP!” Ranboo fell backwards on the couchand Sapnap only followed, setting himsef on Ranboo’s thighs.

“Ah, so you are ticklish. Thought so!” Sapnap grinned evily as he scribbled his fingers all over Ranboo’s stomach.

“SOHOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE AND GEHENTLEHER! PLEHEASE!” Ranboo cackled as Sapnap quickly switched to slowly dragging his fingers up and down his sides, which produced honeysweet giggles from Ranboo.

“You’ve gone all red, Ranboo,” Sapnap’s playful grin turned more fond at the teen below him. It was an adorable sight, truly. The bright red blush on his face growing to his ears and down his neck, his wide smile, and his sweet giggles that could probably stop a war if Sapnap was being completely honest. Not to mention he wasn’t even fighting against the tickles. How endearing could one eighteen year old be?

“Sahahahapnahahap!” Ranboo whined at Sapnap’s tease and he squeezed his eyes shut. Sapnap brought up his hands to lightly scratch behind his ears, and he cooed at how Ranboo flinched and scrunched up his shoulders.

“Aww, ticklish ears, Ranboo? How cute,” Sapnap teased the boy below him, noticing that the more he teased the more he giggled.

“Nohohot cuhuhute!” Ranboo squealed as Sapnap brought his fingers down to his neck.

“I think everyone in the universe would disagree with you on that one, Ran,” Sapnap then slowed his fingers back to light traces on his ears, and Ranboo melted into the couch. Sapnap chuckled. “Yohou good? You’ve practically melted!”

“Yeheheah..” Ranboo then weakly grabbed at Sapnap’s wrists, and Sapnap stopped and got off of Ranboo.

“You alright there?” Sapnap said as Ranboo sat up, then immediately crashed into Sapnap’s arms. “Mmmhm.. tired..”

“Get some sleep, Ranboo. You deserve it.” And that was the last thing Ranboo heard before drifting to sleep.

Of course, Sapnap got a few pictures to send to Tommy, Tubbo, and Aimsey. Tommy would forever deny that he immediately went to Ranboo’s house to join the cuddle party, Tubbo and Aimsey later following.

[beyondspaceandstars]

A Simple Housewife

Relationship: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Warnings: non-graphic violence, angst Summary: Mob!AU - A new member starts getting too friendly with you one night, forcing Bucky to show a side of himself you’ve never seen before. And possibly never want to see again.  A/N: in my list of favorite AUs right under soulmate!au is mob!au........idk why i can’t explain it but I love it it’s such good content. and i realized well i can contribute to it as a genre so here I am lmao. (also, for reference, the work contains college-age peter parker - i aged him up fyi)

Masterlist

You liked how you two worked as a team. Bucky liked to hold meetings at your home, and you liked to host them. It was an unspoken agreement every time he’d come home and rattle off who was going to be around the next night.

These instances always sent you into a frenzy, but a good kind of frenzy. It gave you something to do. While a simple housewife per your husband’s request, these events meant you could fill your days planning menus, table settings, wine pairings, grocery shopping… It was therapeutic in some ways and even nicer knowing it would be appreciated.

His men loved to fawn over your perfectly cooked food or premium hand-picked wine and you simply adored it. While it sometimes rubbed Bucky the wrong way seeing you all giggly over compliments from other men, he typically let it slide. It was never very serious and certainly never went beyond sweet comments. You embraced your hosting duties while pretending to ignore the conversations that would go on in the next room after the meal, much to Bucky’s content.

The night had started like any other. Bucky came home the previous day and told you there was going to be a meeting tomorrow night and to expect to host ten of his men. That seemed like such a smaller crowd than he normally had over, so you inquired, curious.

"Only ten?" You asked, already rushing to grab your pen and paper for the planning.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, we’ve got someone new coming on and I don’t want to overwhelm him."

"A new guy?" Your eyes lit up. "You mean someone who hasn’t tasted my lasagna?"

Your husband couldn’t hold back the chuckle at your innocent awe. Moments like these made him wonder how someone so warm could ever deal with someone like him. 

You weren’t totally clueless about his career, you knew at least a general description of what he did for a living, but, on the other hand, you hadn’t ever seen it. You roughly knew there were… multiple sides to him but those all seemed so distant, so pointless, at the time. In this home, with you, he was just Bucky. Your Bucky. Your husband. The one who showered you with love and appreciation.

"Yes, doll," your husband confirmed. "There’s someone who hasn’t had your famous lasagna."

"Wonderful!" You clapped and started writing out the menu. "Are there any requests? I certainly don’t want to mess anything up. God forbid the new guy thinks I’m a bad host or something."

You heard Bucky sigh as you continued making your notes. A hand came to your shoulder softly, halting your actions. You turned to face your husband, who was looking down at you with a soft smile, easing your worries nearly completely.

"Everything is going to be just fine," he said, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. You helplessly melted into the touch. "There’s nothing to worry about."

***

You were running around the kitchen like a mad man when Bucky came home the next night with a couple of men already following behind. He called out to greet you like some cheesy sitcom entrance. You force yourself to halt your panic, knowing it was in your best interest to go greet him and the first guests. Smoothing out your apron, you double-checked nothing would explode in flames upon your absence and made your way to the foyer.

"Hi, honey," you smiled as your eyes landed on your well-dressed, sophisticated-looking husband. For all the time spent together, he never did fail to make you swoon simply by just standing there.

"Hey, doll." Bucky matched your smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek knowing you would stress even more if he dared to smudge your lipstick.

When you two parted, your eyes wandered over your husband’s shoulder to the two men standing in front of the door. The one staring at you two exchanging welcomes you recognized right away as your husband’s right-hand-man Steve. Ever so strong and important looking.

But the boy standing next to Steve was a mystery. He was a bit smaller than them both but still had some height on you. This didn’t take away, though, from this timid look. He gazed around your home seeming so in awe of it all. He didn’t realize you were staring at him until Steve nudged him.

Bucky picked up on your curiosity and immediately jumped into introductions. Motioning towards the boy, "This is Peter. He’s the new member I was telling you about."

"Oh, of course," You smiled, outstretching your hand. Peter accepted the shake, a little on the enthusiastic side. "Very nice to meet you."

"It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Barnes." The boy responded, holding slightly too much eye-contact, but you couldn’t blame him.

Your hands disconnected and you chuckled at the formalities, waving a hand in dismissal. You told him to call you by your first name. "The whole misses thing feels so serious," you insisted.

Peter just smiled, a twinkle in his eyes almost. He seemed to relax at your casualness. After the introductions, you led the men into the front room, offering up drinks and hors d’oeuvres. They helped themselves as you started to make your way back to the kitchen. For some reason, you decided to look back at the group. Your eyes met Peter’s immediately. The other men didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in some conversation as they poured their beverages. You simply smiled at the boy and headed back to the food.

It wasn’t too long after the first arrivals that the rest of the members started arriving. You didn’t have time to personally greet them all but Bucky assured you that was never necessary. You two had your own things to run, he liked to joke.

With everything places — food, silverware, centerpieces — you called the men into the dining room. They oohed and awed at the spread of lasagna, bread, veggies… All food groups were represented, you thought. As predicted, they began praising you for the meal as if it was the first time in their life that they’d ever eaten and it made you giggle. These were some of the toughest people you’d ever known and yet a simple baking dish of pasta and sauce could amaze them.

Once everyone was seated and digging in, you took your seat at the other end of the table, directly across from Bucky. As you began passing around the bread, you surprisingly found Peter sitting next to you.

"They made you sit down at this end?" You asked, handing him the breadbasket. Usually, the members dreaded sitting near the wife. While they were all so kind, in moments like these, they’d rather be at the other end looking so important.

"New guy," Peter shrugged, taking a piece of bread and moving it along.

"I thought this meeting was, like, for you," you said, cutting into the slice of lasagna one of the other men were so kind to serve you.

"No," he shook his head, beginning to eat. "At least that’s not how Mr. Barnes described it. Doesn’t matter, though. It’s just nice to be here."

You smiled, delighted by his optimism, having not seen many new members in your time with Bucky. "I hope the foods okay. I got nervous when Bucky said there’d be someone new coming around."

Peter scoffed as if finding your worry crazy which eased your mind a little. He took another bite of food. "This is easily one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time."

"Thank you, Peter," you said, taking a sip of your wine. Peter copied your motion, looking at you above the wine glass rim as he sipped.

"You did everything, yeah?" He asked, holding his wine while motioning towards the tables and surroundings. "Foods, plates, all of it?"

You nodded, probably coming off a bit more eager than you should’ve, but you couldn’t help yourself. Sure, Bucky’s guests loved to compliment your cooking but no one ever acknowledged the other pieces put into the meal.

"I try to change the table setting every season," you said, "and I like the food to be seasonal, too. There are some lovely markets around and I just adore browsing them… Oh! And the centerpieces, I got the flowers there, too…"

Your rambling died down as you caught Bucky staring at you from the other end of the table. One guy was trying to talk his ear off but he seemed interested in your conversation. Curiously, you started eying your husband back as you picked at your food. His face held an unreadable expression but, eventually, his eyes left yours and were now more focused on the one sitting next to you.

Appearing oblivious, Peter continued the conversation. "Well, I think the flowers are a nice touch," he said. "Pretty flowers picked by a pretty girl."

Your heart skipped a little at that comment. You couldn’t ignore the fact it was quite bold. While you were away of the gazes you got sometimes and the possibility you were talked about behind the scenes but to say it here? At the dinner table? With your husband just in earshot?

But at the same time, you had to consider, he was nice and probably just trying to butter you up hoping for a good word put in with the bossman. There was no doubt people thought they could get to Bucky through you but, in reality, you didn’t stick your hands in any of it. Nope, you just married into it.

Not completely sure how to respond, you simply accepted the compliment, "Well, thank you. That’s very sweet."

Peter smiled at your words, looking a bit proud of himself. You turned back to your plate and tried to eat your meal in silence.

Once everyone was finished, the group started making their way out of the dining room. You shooed them, promising to be out with coffee in a bit.

You were deep into cleaning, having finally carried all the dishes from the dining room to the kitchen when someone entered.

At first, you didn’t explicitly hear them as the faucet was running heavy from your battle of scrubbing dishes. Suddenly, you could sense a presence right behind you at the sink. Turning around, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Peter, looking almost amused at scaring you. You were surprised and also… not surprised.

"Sorry," you let out a breathy chuckle. "I didn’t hear you come in."

"That’s okay," he said and motioned towards the dirty plates lining the counter. "Do you need any help?"

"Oh," you frowned. "Shouldn’t you be in the meeting with everyone else?

He shook his head, "Mr. Barnes doesn’t want to start until he’s had coffee."

"Well, you can let him know it’s brewing away," you said, trying to keep your tone serious as you could. You turned back to the sink, praying he got the hint.

He hadn’t, you realized, as Peter came around to stand at your side, leaning against the counter. He stood, arms crossed, watching you.

It was weird — actually, this entire situation was weird. You didn’t think anyone but you or your husband had been in this kitchen before let alone actually know where it was in your home.

Despite how odd you found it, the last thing you wanted to be was rude. You didn’t want to think about what could ensue from your husband losing a guy.

"It’s kind of sad, Mrs. Barnes," Peter crossed his arms, seemingly ignoring your previous request to call you by your first name. You glanced at him, confused. "You’re so kind to do all this and none of them even offer to help you clean up."

"Oh, no, It’s okay-,"

"It’s really sad," He repeated, completely cutting off your attempt at a defense. You frowned and went back to cleaning the plates, praying your attempt to ignore him would encourage him to walk out. There was a weird feeling growing in your gut.

"Such a pretty girl shouldn’t have to do so much," Peter said, softly. "It’s not fair to you."

And that’s when you felt it. His hand slowly came up to rest on your lower back. You immediately tensed under his touch, mind spinning. What the hell had you ended up in? Should you have tried harder to get him out? Gosh, but he seemed so harmless-

His hand started inching upward and then back down, creeping a little lower each time with the motion. With your stance frozen, all you could do was focus on the soapy water in the sink, unsure of your next move. He took the hesitance as a chance to close the gap between you two. A few more shifts and he could have you fully pressed against the sink.

But before you could even ponder about his next move, the swinging kitchen door busted open. You both flinched at the sudden noise but Peter didn’t seem to move. You looked over to find it was Bucky in the doorway, gun drawn and pointed directly at Peter.

Your heart sank when you saw the weapon. Sure, you knew there was weaponry stored in the home but you had never definitely seen it. You could sometimes make out outlines of guns in suit pockets but now you were on the other end of one. While it wasn’t meant for you, with your poor positioning, a single shot and you could be taken down. And by your husband-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bucky finally spoke, never taking his eyes off the person nearly towering over you. The gun was very steady, just like his words. But everything else about him was unlike anything you’d ever witnessed before. His eyes were dark, his features so harsh. This felt like a man you had never seen before.

"We were just talking," Peter answered. His voice was casual but you could feel a slight tremor in his hand. Or maybe that was just your body shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t tell. "I offered to help her clean up."

Bucky cocked the gun. "Get your hands off her."

"Honey," you spoke softly, your voice slightly cracking from the tears that were beginning to form. "Please put the gun down."

"Not until he gets his hands off you, doll."

"Bucky, please." He wouldn’t look at you. He was determined to look beyond you and it scared you to death.

"You have five seconds to back away from her," Bucky took a step closer. "Or I’ll be forced to mess up my girl’s lovely kitchen."

You gasped at the sharpness in his voice, the entire darkness of it all. You started begging under your breath, hoping whoever or whatever heard the helpless prayers.

Finally, after what felt like hours to you, Peter stepped away from you. You turned to look back at the copy water where your hands were still submerged. They shook as you removed them and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

Regaining some composure, you backed away from the sink and turned to your husband. Bucky still had the gun pointed at Peter, completely focused on him. Slowly, you approached him, your hands raised as if surrendering. You just needed to get the gun put away and then you could run to your room for some solitude. Fuck the other people probably oblivious, just relaxing and joking in your front room. This was typical business for them, they probably encountered your husband’s dark demeanor day in and day out, but this was going to take a toll on you.

"Honey, his hands are off of me," you whispered, slowly tiptoeing closer. "Put down the gun."

"He put his hands on you, doll," Bucky was answering you but he somehow sounded so distant, so consumed. "I let someone into this house that was going to do God knows what to you."

"No, no," you shook your head and you meant it. You didn’t think Peter was totally malicious. Just someone with a crush, high off excitement in a new place. "I really don’t think he meant harm."

"You’re too kind," Bucky scoffed. "You’re too kind, too innocent, too naive-,"

He held the gun stronger, seemingly preparing to shoot any second now. You were at the end of your rope with the realization. The waterworks were flowering uncontrollably now.

"James," you said, anger breaking through the tears. He seemed to freeze ever so slightly at your usage of his first name. "You really want to do this in front of your wife?"

Something clicked. You could feel it, you knew it. He didn’t answer and instead slowly lowered the weapon, placing it on the counter. Your husband turned to you. Seeing his opportunity, Peter sped past you two out of the kitchen. Neither of you really registered it. You were staring at one another, watching each other even begin to realize what had happened.

Now you were actually clueless. Were you meant to talk about this? Or did you just deal with it in time? The silence was killer but all your mind could focus on was the coffee machine that had gone silent, telling you it was done brewing. It was such a stupid, random thing to even focus on but you felt like your brain would explode if gave anything else the time of day.

"The coffee is ready for your meeting," you said, pulling off your apron and throwing it on the counter. Bucky watched you as stormed out of the kitchen, looking completely stunned and equally clueless.

You sat at your vanity in the bedroom. Thankfully you were able to avoid the front room, having no desire for anyone to see you in with mascara running down your cheeks.

You furiously scrubbed off your make-up despite it already almost off from the tears. Your emotions were just all over the place at this point. You didn’t know if you were angry, surprised, sad…

Mostly, you realized, you felt dumb. You could parade around being a little housewife, pretending she lived a normal life with a normal husband who had a normal job but that just wasn’t it. That wasn’t your reality in this moment. As much as you knew what his career entailed, seeing it up close like that was a whole new level. You thought you knew. You thought you knew so much.

You were just finishing changing out of your dress when the bedroom door opened. In the mirror, your angry eyes met Bucky’s worried ones. He entered slowly, shutting the door behind him. Part of you was pleased with this situation. He chose to check on you, pausing his meeting, but at the same time, you didn’t know if you could deal with anyone right now.

"How are you doing?" He finally spoke up, voice cutting through the tension.

You scoffed, "I just saw my husband pull a gun on a person in our fucking home."

Bucky shook his head and made his way over to the bed, where he sat at the edge, facing you. He wanted to get at you for swearing but much worse things had happened tonight that he didn’t know the point in it. Bucky never wanted to bring anything like that home.

He didn’t take care of that kind of "business" in this house. The meetings were routine, typically check-ins, but any deals or assignments were handled off the premises in fear of something turning ugly. He just wanted to keep you from that ugly. His sweet, soft wife who got excited over making lasagna and picking apples at the farmer’s market was never meant to be thrown into any of this. Especially not in the kind of way that just went down.

"I didn’t mean for that to happen," Bucky said. You rolled your eyes and turned quickly in your chair to face him. He ignored your attitude. "He had his hands on you. He was practically on top of you. Do you understand that? Please tell me you understand how that would make me angry."

"God, Bucky, you pulled a gun on an unarmed person!" You exclaimed. "I understand you were upset, I completely get that, but what… What was that? Who was that?"

His head tilted, confused, questioning. You shook your head in disbelief. Did he not even realize the mode he went into? The whole other person he seemed to encompass in those few minutes?

"You… you weren’t yourself," you mumbled and averted your gaze to your fingers which were fidgeting, restless. "You were scary. Disconnected. I didn’t know that person."

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He got up from the bed and walked over to where you were seated at your vanity. He crouched down, trying to get you to look at him. Your heart pounded furiously at his close presence.

"You shouldn’t have seen that," He said. "You shouldn’t have seen any of that, doll."

His hands came to grasp yours. You wanted to pull away but you weren’t fast enough. He gripped your hands firmly as if scared you were going to vanish. Your head was swimming with even more confusion as he avoided your questioning.

"Can you even explain yourself?" You asked, finally looking up at him. Bucky’s worry seemed to have melted away and was replaced by something you once again couldn’t put your finger on.

He shook his head. The grip on your hands got tighter. "You have to understand when things come up I must act accordingly."

You didn’t understand but you had to understand. You knew you did. He was right. While jarring, that other side of Bucky did exist out there and he was probably the reason he could be so successful. And while that was something you could work on accepting, you didn’t want to see it in your home.

But for now, you didn’t want to deal with it. Emotions for you both were running high and there was no telling what could come out of your mouth anymore. You’d come back to it and work it out. There was no way you could avoid it. You didn’t think you could ever be scrubbed clean of what you saw.

"Okay," you mumbled and felt his hold on your hands loosen. "Just… Please don’t bring your work home for the time being. We can discuss this in the morning."

Bucky nodded, running his hand from your hands to your shoulder, lovingly. He mumbled okay and you sighed in relief.

For a second you wanted to just sit there, engrossed in the comfort his touch was bringing, completely and fully enjoy that you had your Bucky back, but then your brain remembered the people downstairs.

"Oh, honey," you said, "the guys are probably waiting for you."

"No," Bucky’s head shook. "I sent them home. You’re more important."

You melted at the words. Yes. Confirmed. Your Bucky was back to you. The man you loved and gave everything. He was putting you first.

"You didn’t need to do that," you mumbled, bashfully. Bucky chuckled at your reaction.

"Of course I did," he insisted. "I was worried. I never wanted you to see that. You didn’t sign up for that."

"No, Bucky, I really didn’t," you shook your head.

He sighed, "And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

You looked down again, suddenly worried you were putting too much guilt on him but at the same time, that felt silly to even consider. You weren’t sure anymore. The day was overwhelming as the minutes continued.

"Could we just go to bed now?"

Bucky removed his hands from your shoulders and stood, allowing you to get out of the chair and make your way to the bed, under the fluffy comforter. Your husband watched, waiting until you were comfortable.

"I’ve got a few phone calls to make but then I’ll come to bed, okay?"

You nodded, eyes shut already halfway into your dream world. You heard Bucky chuckle as he turned out the lights and shut the door quietly.

You lulled yourself to sleep, head still spinning from the earlier acts. The whiplash your husband gave you was starting to catch up but how much more could you think about it? It’d come back and you’d have to deal but for now, you could pretend. At least while you slept, you could go back to putting that distance between yourself and any side of Bucky that wasn’t husband Bucky. For just a bit, you could pretend you didn’t know so much.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy jack tubbo and george

requested yes/no

part 5 of the great adventures series

summary: training for the military

warning: cursing

AN: really sorry about this tumblr won’t let me change/add paragraphs so could look very weird

the journey there was quick for you, you spent the trip asleep in the back of the car whilst the others were discussing what you were all about to do “How difficult do you think it’s going to be” “dude it’s a military assault course” you woke up halfway there to the noise of the radio playing “afternoon y/n”“afternoon sorry I fell asleep I’m not used to being woken up early in the morning, I blame you guys and ranboo”“y/n have you ever wanted to join the military” “I can't say I have no” “well you’re going to love what we’re doing” “what are we doing” “you’ll see!”

you stood picking up more rocks and handing them to tubbo whilst Tommy and George began to film the introduction to the vlog “were in the jungle” confused you turned to tubbo “psst tubbo what the fuck are we doing, why are we in a woods” before tubbo had time to answer Tommy already began to answer your question telling you that you’re all training for the military, not taking him seriously you started laughing as you all were walking it was only when you were handed a jumpsuit to cover your clothes you realised it wasn’t a joke, you would be lying if you said you were ready for this, after all, you spent your free time playing Minecraft you wasn’t exactly great at sports

you managed to put the jumpsuit on pretty quickly unlike Tommy who was quite clearly struggling to get it on over his trainers “come on sergeant simons were doing a military assault course and you’re struggling to put on the clothes”after struggling to put clothes on the five of you stood together getting photos whilst you all looked decent “me and my boys in the jungle” “This isn’t going to go well” “we’re going to destroy it” “NO”

you hadn’t even reached the course yet and you were already tripping up over rocks and sticks that were on the muddy trail “we’re walking to our deaths..y/n is already falling over” “Hey I didn’t sign up to do exercise” once you finally reached the start of the course you were met with a canon, a dog and a man in a yellow jumper you stood as a team listening to what you were about to do and how you were actually a team of six, you hoped he meant the dog was a team member but no turns out the canon was the sixth member

“We have to take the canon with us” “...and take it apart into six pieces at each obstacle and rebuild it ” you handed your phone to the Russ, not trusting yourself to keep it on you especially since you were already tripping up before reaching the assault course “thank you” “good luck” “huh” you didn’t have time to process what was said as Mr military began counting down from three, the five of you ran to the first obstacle tubbo dragging the canon Tommy climbed over the net first with tubbo following after “What happens if I fall” it was as though you and tubbo had read each other’s mind as you both responded with “you’ll die” “death” you climbed over next with a wheel “reckon I can slide down the net” “that will hurt y/n don’t do- and you’re already doing it” you slid down the net despite George telling you not to do so, it didn’t take too long for the others to get over, you all began reassembling the canon “can we talk about our feelings” “I feel like shit I jumped out of a plane not long ago now I feel like I’m doing PE all over again” “Y/N JUST HELP BUILD THE CANON” “I'M TRYING ODDLY ENOUGH I'M NOT BUILT FOR THE MILITARY”once the canon was built Tommy and tubbo ran off with it “who’s going to tell them we need to test it” once Mr military shouted they ran back “why do we have to do this” “it’s the fucking rules Tommy and life is full of them” “like taxes” “tax fraud” a few seconds later the five of you yelled “bang” neither of you saying it at the same time “it didn’t work” “yes it did now come on”

you all ran towards the next obstacle, a giant wall. you all quickly dismantled the canon, Tommy went over first and began bickering with Mr military about him not being his dad whilst you tubbo and jack struggled to pass over the heaviest part of the canon “lift and lift” “really George? I thought we could just throw it over and hope he catches it” “Please don’t do that” “I am very sorry George but I'm struggling here” you continued your struggling tubbo tried to help Tommy through his words “you’re strong bossman I believe in you” “by the way, you really picked the shortest people to do this” part of the canon landed with a thud “welp hope he’s not dead” you climbed over next again carrying the wheel “he’s not dead guys don’t worry” you laughed as George took his time getting over the wall “I'm poving” “GET OVER THE WALL” you all stood questioning what time you were on completely forgetting that you were supposed to reassemble the canon “This is going to be embarrassing” “you guys could be rebuilding the canon” you could have built and tested the canon quickly however Tommy George and tubbo began telling people to subscribe whilst you built the canon with jack “we’re so good at this” “heh maybe not” you all test-fired the canon and made your way to the next obstacle

you were sent to go over the rope first, this was extremely difficult for you, the rope kept swaying as you walked causing you to lose your balance on multiple occasions “step on the V” “I’m going to fall” you made it over after a couple of minutes, like tubbo you also felt a bit ill, you assumed it was because it was quite hot and a lot was going on “how you feeling y/n” “Honestly, I’m jealous of ranboo, he’s at home living his best life and I’m in the middle of the woods overheating and climbing but no it’s pretty funny watching the others” you laughed as you overheard tubbo talking about how they’re only three obstacles in and how he’s going to die “YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!” Tommy crossed next, like you, he took his time he was then followed by tubbo who was trying to speed run walking over the rope you waited for jack and George cheering them on whilst Tommy was asking around for water and complaining about wearing a gamer hoodie. at this point, everyone seemed unmotivated “3 2 1.. bang”

“oh lovely..tires” tubbo went through first with the heaviest part of the canon “ill help you tubbo” you following behind helping him carry it due to it being stupidly heavily “so how are you tubbo” “AAAAAAAAAAA” “aye me too bud” you and tubbo decided that from now you two were going to work as a pair so it would be easier for you both, over the past few weeks tubbo became one of your closest friends the pair of you even started trending on Twitter as you did an irl stream where you both went on a walk at the beach and met several fans. whilst you and tubbo were making your way through Tommy jack and George we’re trying to figure out who should take what. “there’s piss in this one” “what the fuck?!” the pair of you finally got out from the tires “good job you two” “thank you” you rested your head on tubbos shoulder trying to get your breath back “I don’t think I’m made for the military” a few moments later Tommy made it to the tire full of water and put his finger in it “PEE” “Tommy why-” you stood looking around at the scenery, the sound of Tommy yelling about crawling away from George and that he’s ‘touched the piss’ was enough the drag you away from your own thoughts, you watched the others struggling to get through the tires and was amazed at the fact tubbo went back in to help them. you tried to ignore Tommy and George being dramatic as you tried to figure out how many more obstacles you had to go but you got distracted by George “ill just eat you if you die” “Mr military I’d like some help right about now” you walked over to Tommy and helped him get out of the tires “thanks y/n” “welcome” “how you doing bossman you know I pulled through your part...what are you doing that’s George's water” Tommy decided to throw the bottle to you so you could have a drink as he remembered you’d not had a drink since you landed from jumping out of the plane “Thanks, Tommy” “YOU BOTH DRANK GEORGES WATER” “he can drink the piss” “what Tommy said” you laughed as you walked over to where jack was in the tires “ HI JACK” “Jesus christ you scared me, hi y/n” you stood waiting for everyone to finish “I know exactly what the slowest time was” “we’re going for a new record it’s fine” “of being the slowest?” “yeah” “you know what Mr military ill clart you” “you’ll what me” “I’m gonna just go over here” you walked over to where parts of the canon were and got ready to assemble it again whilst George began throwing water over jack and tubbo to bless them then did the same to Tommy, you hid behind a tree thinking he wouldn’t notice you, however, he did and within a minute you too had water poured on you “Thanks, I was thirsty” “oh we know” “The fuck is that supposed to mean” “HELP BUILD THE CANON PLEASE” like last time you all built the canon tested it and ran to the next obstacle

“can we just you know drag the already built canon under there with us” “absolutely not” “I tried” you all disassembled it again and like last time you and tubbo went first crawling under “I don’t want to alarm you all but it is soaking wet in here” “delightful” a few moments later you were both working well “tubbo I’m scared of the dark and it’s pitch black” “you’ve got this bossman we’re almost done” you calmed down quickly until Tommy decided to jump above the pair of you

“SORRY” “TOMMY I SWEAR TO GOD” “YOU DICK” you laughed slightly and tubbo checked up on you “you okay?” “I'm fine if you’re fine” “come on let’s finish this thing” the pair of you continued and finished relatively quickly tubbo got out first “NEVER AGAIN” “Sorry about that buddy” “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” you helped push part of the canon out so tubbo could easily drag it out he then reached out so you could hold his hand and help pull you out “I've never been so happy to see the light” the pair of you sat on the floor waiting for the others to finish, you both made a bet on who was going to laugh first somehow you won as tubbo laughed at George and jack struggling to crawl through “YOU LAUGHED” “OH SHITTT” Russ came over to you both whilst recording so he could ask about how everything’s going “I’m covered in mud and the jumpsuit is wet, it isn’t a good day for the y/n community it was dark as hell in there “Tommy is a dick and tried to kill me and y/n” “I DIDN'T TRY TO KILL YOU BOTH” “I think he heard us” “WE ALL DID WERE NOT DEAF” “NO, BUT ACCORDING TO INSTAGRAM YOU'RE DEAD” you stared directly into the camera “sometimes it’s like I still hear jack talking to me” George and jack started complaining about how much further the is to go and how it was dirty and Tommy's response about being sorry it doesn’t fit their tory lifestyle made you burst out laughing “YOU LAUGHED” “tubbo my beloved you laughed ages ago you’ve already lost” “But we’re equal now” “no” the pair of you stood bickering to the point you didn’t realise the others had finished the obstacle and were shouting for you to test the canon “Y/N TUBBO WE NEED TO TEST THE CANON” the pair of you ran over “3 2 1 BANG”

“just going to warn you all you see that black cloud over there” “oh yay a storm is coming” you grabbed a wheel and followed behind jack across the wooden bridge “y/n he’s been splintered” “oh no poor George” “these are my gaming fingers” “no gaming for you I guess” “Stop talking about gaming dickheads” you spent a lot of time talking to George and jack whilst crossing over trying not to fall over you all even made a few plans to stream a laugh and the stream ends on jacks channel soon

you were all building the canon again whilst being informed you weren’t even halfway through and already 40 minutes in “high score” “well it’s definitely high” “Y/N??” “coming tubbo hang on my shoelace came undone” after tying your shoelace you grabbed a wheel and caught up to tubbo “if you go over tubbo ill pass it over to you and we can keep doing that” this method worked well for you both tubbo would climb over you would pass the wheel and middle part of the canon then climb over and repeat the process you heard Tommy in the background complaining about the fact he’s wearing jeans and jacks response “Yeah but I’m wearing jeans” “tubbo and y/n are almost done and you’re complaining about jeans” “jean boy pops off” “I'M WEARING JEANS AS WELL QUIT COMPLAINING” “Can we just go home and play smash bros” “Tommy this was your idea I didn’t even get on an option” “Sorry about that y/n but you get to spend time with me and gogy” “lucky me” you weren’t going to lie this was hard work and you were exhausted you felt like you could just fall asleep right where you were stood however tubbo wasn’t going to let that happen “I’m never going on an adventure with Tommy again” “me either” this of course was bullshit and you were both going on another adventure soon you stood watching your friends struggle to get over the obstacles you decided to offer your support and went to help jack and George using a similar method to that you used with tubbo “thanks y/n” “anytime” “y/n you could have helped me, tubbo pulled me over I could have been injured” “very sorry to hear that sergeant simons sucks to suck I guess” you all reassembled the canon tested it and ran to the next obstacle “I hate it here” “there’s a storm on the way” “Thanks, y/n for the input” “welcome George” you all noticed the net luckily you didn’t have to disassemble the canon this very well could be because you were running far behind and a storm was on its way. you watched as the others went through and joked about tubbo losing his shoe and Tommy getting stuck, this obstacle wasn’t made for you either as you kept getting caught on the net “I'VE BEEN CAUGHT AGAIN” jack lifted the net for you again so you could easily crawl through “thank you jack” you all then made it to the next obstacle Tommy crawled on the metal bars with you following after him whilst George used the monkey bars once you all made it across you had to walk across many metal planks used to form a bridge Tommy walked close behind you knowing you were extremely clumsy and didn't want you to fall “irl nettles” “The fuck are you on about Tommy I don’t think you’re following my advice about going outside” you all dissembled the canon as you got to the tires the only difference this time was you needed to climb over them “it’s rather windy” “there’s dirt in my eye” like before you and tubbo used the same method “look at them go” “I LIKE A DA BEE” “I'M SCARED OF BEES” “oh okay” “Why do they keep taking the plank” “I don’t know tubbo just takes it and y/n follows” you both finished rather quickly and neither of you got injured or fell “really good job you two” “thank you Mr military” you stood leaning on tubbo watching George pick up random rocks and put them into his pocket similar to what you had been doing the entire way around the course “I don’t think George or y/n have been outside before they keep picking things up like souvenirs” “Y/N GEORGE HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE RAIN BEFORE” both of you just stared at Tommy making him laugh you helped the others get across the tires and even helped prevent Tommy from falling a couple of times. unfortunately, you ended up twisting your ankle but tried to ignore it not wanting to ruin the vlog for anyone, not that you would have, however it was clear you were in pain as you had started limping. one at a time you all crossed the rope “This is me climbing I am climbing” you cheered everybody on and then it was your turn

unlike the others the rope kept shaking as you walked across mainly because you were scared of falling and in pain all whilst trying to rush, this was clearly your least favourite obstacle of the day “take your time y/n don’t fall” “thank you jack I'm trying my best I promise” once at the end of the rope, Tommy took the wheel off you and helped you get down and pulled you into a quick side hug “you’re doing great let’s go we’re almost done” you knew your friends wouldn’t make you continue if you really didn’t want to however you were nearly finished and was determined to finish. you all reassembled the canon and made your way to the next obstacle

“there’s no way we’re getting through that without twanging a rope” “good luck” you and tubbo made your way through the ropes trying not to hit them, this proved to be a pretty impossible task and you ended up twanging the ropes several times, this mixed with everyone else’s failure to cross without hitting the rope meant you all had to do 20 push-ups, after reassembling the canon twice as you all didn’t do it correctly the first time and testing it you all had to do the push-ups “I’m sure y/n and George only did 3” “sorry bossman”

you all were finally making your way to the last obstacle determined to finish “Big Russ can we go to McDonald's after this” “sure” the five of you cheered and ran the last obstacle quickly disassembling the canon, you led the way over the obstacle tubbo Tommy jack and George following behind you, despite tubbo losing his shoe and George going backwards the five of you quickly completed the obstacle and reassembled and tested the canon running over to the finishing line

you all finally completed it and waited for your result “45 minutes easily” “1 hour 11 minutes and 46 seconds” “no way that’s a world record” “well we tried” the five of you stood telling people to subscribe before ending the recording and making your way back to the car

the car ride back felt a lot longer than the way there. you were all exhausted

“how’s your ankle” “it’s not too bad it’ll probably hurt more tomorrow morning”

“I'm still not over Tommy trying to kill me and tubbo” “I didn’t try to kill you” “sure” the rest of the journey was chaos you all screamed along to the songs on the radio eventually you all got to McDonald's and spent the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company.

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[brattyfics]

Like That

Pairing: Rio x Black!Reader

Summary: You and Rio get to know each other better. Loosely based on ‘Like That’ by Doja Cat. 

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 3.5K

Installments: Say So | Like That | Talk Dirty

And baby, I want it, and I'll just be honest 'Cause I just can't front when I look at you

About six weeks have passed since Rio declared himself your man, and you quickly learned he took the title very seriously.

He was busier than usual with ‘flipping his game,’ and you were busy preparing to transition your shop, but you saw each other often despite time constraints. You agreed date nights at least once a week were a must, but when you couldn’t see each other, Rio made sure to end nights with a phone call. Virtually falling asleep next to him gave you butterflies, reminding you just how exciting new relationships could be. It took prodding, but he told you made-up bedtime stories and the boring details of his day. In return, you shared things about yourself— childhood memories, the crazy things your mom did to embarrass you. He was sweet and attentive, and you found it refreshing to be with someone who was just as infatuated with you.

On your second date, he took you to his favorite restaurant, a fancy sushi place with expensive rolls. He taught you to hold chopsticks the wrong way the way he did and even fed you across the small table, a couple of unfortunate rolls falling apart due to his prodding. You tried your best to hide your amusement at the pensive look on his face. For whatever reason, Rio thought of himself as a sushi connoisseur, but it was clear to you that he was still learning.

“You’re no better than me!” He admonished when he noticed the way you held your chopsticks. Like his technique, it was incorrect, but it worked for you— sort of. “I never said I was.” You couldn’t keep the amusement off your face any longer. “You’re the one who comes here weekly. I thought you were a professional, and we’re in the same boat.” He folded his arms on top of the table as he insisted you were wrong, but secretly he found your teasing endearing. Later that night, he called and gave you a cheesy line about loving to see you smile.

The following week, you had lunch at a mom-and-pop soul food restaurant that served the best cornbread and peach cobbler in the city. The owners, an adorable older couple, Donna and Gene, and servers alike stopped by your table to meet Rio. Donna gushed over Rio, showering him with compliments and extra cornbread. “Girl, he is cute!” She told you, failing miserably at whispering. He smirked as you rolled your eyes, but he handled the attention well, being friendly and personable even when Gene kept going on and on about changes to the menu, one chef to another.

A few days later, he called you up randomly and asked you to get ready and ride with him somewhere. “What should I wear?” You asked, hoping for a hint. You could hear him smile as he said, “It doesn’t even matter, ma. You always look good.” The occasion had turned out to be ‘Foodtruck Friday.’ Barbecue, kebab, taco, ice cream, and other miscellaneous food trucks were parked in a spacious lot in Downtown Detroit. You settled at a picnic table and shared several plates of food as you discussed the possibility of your own mobile ‘Mad Batter’ shop somewhere down the line. It got you thinking about the future.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” You asked the dreaded question in between bites of a colorful Korean fusion taco. He stiffened as he considered the answer. “What is this, a job interview?” Sometimes you saw peeks of bossman Rio rather than the Christopher Castillo you were getting to know. It happened seemingly out of nowhere when you asked questions he felt were invasive.

You looked up from the panko-fried shrimp, red cabbage, shredded carrots, and tasty orange sauce wrapped up in a flour tortilla with a frown. You had two choices: respond in the way he had or make light of the situation. So, you said, “Kinda. You’re auditioning for a spot on my roster, so...”

He stopped chewing the half-eaten dumpling and swallowed hard. “That’s not funny.”

“You better start taking the interviewing part of the audition more seriously then.” You wiped your fingers on a napkin, and he gathered your hand in his own, wearing a look you couldn’t decipher. “You got it, ma.”

You played a game of mini-golf at the local arcade. Rio stood tall behind you, holding you by your hips as he corrected your stance. You purposefully arched your back, brushing against him just slightly. “Like this?” You looked over your shoulder with the most innocent look you could muster, but his eyes were glued to your ass. “Yeah, just like that.” He answered in a low tone without looking up. You giggled as you took your swing, adding a wiggle for his benefit. You pretended to care about the ball as it glided across the bright green tarp towards the hole. “How was that?” You chirped, looking down the lane.

“I can’t even lie. I don’t care about the game right now. I just wanna watch you.” Your aim was terrible, and the ball never went in the hole without several attempts, but he insisted you finish playing the course. You teased him about it for days after despite his claim that he actually enjoyed the game because it was one of Marcus’ favorites.

“Stop lying! You just wanted an excuse to openly watch my ass.”

“Why you always gotta call me out?”

You shopped a cozy health and wellness store with hundreds of cool little trinkets for sale. Neither of you had been there before, so you took your time exploring, stealing unexpected kisses from the other. Rio took full advantage of the size of the store, pulling you by the hand and holding you close to his side.

He frowned at the large collection of shiny crystals. “A rock, really? What does anybody need with a rock?”

“It’s not a rock!” You hissed, head whipping around as you hoped the owner didn’t hear him.

“What is it then? It looks like a rock to me.” He picked one up, turning it over in his hands.

“It’s a crystal!”

“What’s the difference?”

“It has healing properties...” Rio snorted but strung his arm across your shoulder and listened intently as you read the info cards to him. When it was all said and done, he bought an aventurine stone to apologize to the owner for prosperity, well-being, and good luck.

The next day, he disappeared with no warning. You had been worried sick until Mick let you know he was busy handling something. It would have only taken a minute to tell you that, so you were (understandably) pissed. He showed up at the shop several days later like nothing had ever happened. “What’s up, mama?” The greeting that usually melted you grated on your nerves. All of your feelings about the situation bubbled up to the surface. It was hard to find the right words— you were still getting to know each other, so how mad could you be? At the same time, how little did he think of you to not say anything? Finally, you settled on, “I can’t do the disappearing act.”

Rio wasn’t used to answering to anyone, not even his child’s mother, about his whereabouts, but he put his palms up in surrender when he saw the serious expression you wore.

“You’re right, mama. That’s my bad. It won’t happen again.”

And it hadn’t.

But knowing ahead of time only made it a tiny bit easier, especially when he didn’t have a set return date. You were going on day seven (the longest you had gone without seeing him since you started dating) when he called to say he made it home and wanted to see you. Your heavy heart swelled with relief. You missed him way more than you probably should have, so you insisted on a night in at your place, wanting him to feel relaxed and at home instead of on guard somewhere public.

It had been a long six weeks without sex while he romanced you with delicious food and beautiful words. It wasn’t an easy task, but you knew as soon as sex was thrown in the mix, you would be done for, either destined to be his or ruined by him. It was a scary thought, but distance had indeed made the heart grow fonder, and you cared about him enough to take a chance.

He was set to arrive within the hour, but you were still unsure of what to wear, frantically rummaging through the dresser for something cute and comfortable. You let out a frustrated groan when your phone started to ring, thinking Rio might have come early, but when you look down at your phone, you see your best friend’s name and face. You swipe quickly, accepting the FaceTime call. “Hey, girl!”

“Hey, stranger!” You pick up the phone, so you can look at her. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” She replies with just as much sass. “I haven’t talked to you in what— two weeks?”

“We talk—“

“—text.”

“Okay, fine. Text. We text every day. What are you talking about?”

“That’s not the same.” She insists even as you remind her of the ridiculous amount of time you spend trading memes and food pictures with her.

“Anyway, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to wear between this, this, or this.” You move the camera around, showing her the different options. A black-and-white tank and short set with ‘Being cute is not a crime’ in a cute font. A fuzzy grey sweatsuit set with hearts, or a simple cream hoodie with matching shorts.

“Um, what’s the occasion?” You giggle at the look on her face, knowing she thinks none of the above are appropriate for wearing outside of the house.

“Movie night in.”

“You need help picking an outfit for movie night with yourself?” Her face scrunches up in confusion. “Wait, is it movie night with yourself?” You try to be casual about it, shrugging your shoulders in response. As usual, she sees through your bullshit and goes straight into an interrogation. “Oh, bitch. You been holding out on me!” She asks you five questions in a row without stopping to breathe before settling on one. “Who?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “...Rio.”

“Rio?” She frowns. “Like the guy we work for, Rio? With the eyebrows and the neck tattoo, Rio?”

“Yes, that Rio.”

“Wow.” You wince but decide it’s best to get it over with. “What? I know you, so I know there’s more where that came from.”

“I don’t know what to say! From what I can tell, he’s a decent dude, I guess, but you know what he does. You definitely know what we do for him! You don’t think that could be a problem?”

“It’s messy, for sure, and I can admit that, but I’ve been thinking about getting out anyway...” She nods. “Then, I guess there’s nothing else for me to say about that. You’re both grown, and you know what you’re doing.” She was your best friend, which meant she’d always give her honest opinion, but wouldn’t berate you about your choices. Just like that, you return to your regular discussion topics, everything from warehouse gossip (yes, even in the business of crime, there’s a rumor mill) to new music releases. Before you knew it, forty minutes had passed, and Rio was calling your phone. You promised to call her more often before hanging up.

You sing your ‘hello’ into the phone, hoping Rio can’t detect the shakiness in your voice as you clumsily pull on your bottoms.

“Hey, mama. You about ready? I know you’re sensitive about your space and all that.” He was referring to the fact that he had never been past the doorway of your home. Your home was your sacred place, so you were extra careful about who came in and what energy they brought. It was always nerve-wracking to let somebody into the space that you cherished so much.

“Yeah.” He picks up on the hesitancy in your voice. “Are you sure?” You nod your head as if he can see you before telling him yes with a giggle. “Alright, well, I’m outside. Can I come in?” You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. “Yeah, I’ll come unlock the door.” He whispers his thanks, and you take a moment to force yourself to relax. When you meet him at the door, you do so with an open mind and heart, taking in his appearance with a goofy grin on your face. As usual, he’s dressed in all black, wearing a well-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s casual but still so high quality and attractive.

“Hi.” You breathe out like a dork when you realize you’re staring. It helps that he seems just as mesmerized, stepping forward to envelop you in a tight, warm hug. He sways you from side to side before pulling back, his hands resting heavily on the top of your ass. He settles for a quick peck on the lips because he has something to say. “You’re as pretty as ever, darlin’.” He says earnestly, shaking his head as he steps back to look you over once more.

“Kiss me again.” His hands cup your ass as you devour each other in the open doorway. You forget your surroundings. “Damn, ma. Can I at least get inside before you jump my bones? I don’t mind giving your neighbors a show if that’s your thing, but…” You turn to hide your embarrassment, leaving him to close the door behind you as you gesture around the room as if you’re in an episode of MTV Cribs. “... here’s the living room. The kitchen’s through the arch. The bathroom’s over there...” He follows you with his red as you point.

“And the bedroom?”

You snort. “The tour stops here for now. Sit down.” Your tone leaves no room for argument. He settles into the soft couch while you grab the snack tray from the kitchen. Homemade popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and dried fruit gummies are on the menu.

“All this for me?” His arms snake around your waist so that you can curl up into his side. “What we watching?” You grab the remote. “I saw a trailer this week that caught my attention. I’ll play it for you.” He didn’t care what you watched as long as he got to be close to you, so it didn’t take long for you to get the movie started. He stole glances at you when his knuckles brushed against your bare knees under the blanket. You’re embarrassed at how wet the small action makes you, so you stretch out across the couch and place your bare feet in his lap, silently planning your revenge. The movie may as well not be playing because you couldn’t be less interested in the plot as you lightly stroke him through his sweatpants with the balls of your feet.

“Ma...” He warns, watching you in the low lighting. He’s come to learn you like to tease, but he doesn’t think he can take it, not tonight. “Hmm?” You hum innocently, loving the strained look on your face. He doesn’t move even as you sit up on your haunches and kiss him. It’s slow and long in the best way. He pulls you to sit in his lap. His hands roam your body as you grind down onto him, relishing in the feeling of the soft skin on your tummy. He sighs into your mouth as one hand finds your bare breasts.

He pulls away to talk shit. “No bra? You just knew I was gonna put out, huh?” He pushes the cotton material up so he can see you properly. “Perfect.” He murmurs into your skin. You let him kiss and lick and suck on your nipples until the pressure you feel below is too much to handle. You’re a quivering mess when he finally helps you pull the cotton material up and over your head. It lands on top of the television behind you, but neither of you notice.

You nudge him until he removes his own shirt, and then he lifts his hips to help you when you begin tugging on his sweats. They puddle at his feet while you spread your legs wide, desperate to get your hands on him. “I could cry right now.” You admit honestly when you finally see him, biting your lip. He arches a brow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing, darlin’?” His hips jerk when you take him into your hands, the cold temperature surprising him.

“It’s definitely a good thing.” You whisper excitedly, staring with wonder as he hardens in your hands. He barks out a laugh, stunned by your ability to make him laugh, even with his dick in your hands. “That’s really nice, ma. I feel real special.” Your eyes meet, and silent promises of all the filthy things you’re going to do to each other are exchanged. “You should. I’m about to change your life.” He throbs in your hands, loving that you find small ways to challenge him.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He wraps his arms around you in preparation to get up, but you stop him with a shake of your head. “I don’t wanna.”

“No? What you wanna do then?”

You answer him by slipping to your knees. You spit on his dick, stroking him up and down slowly. He watches you closely as you lower your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip. It takes a lot of restraint, but he lets you do your thing, slowly working him deeper into your throat. He closes his eyes as he concentrates on lasting, but he can’t turn his ears off, the obscene smacks painting a vivid picture for him. When you swipe your tongue across his balls, he moves to stop you, grabbing your shoulders. Fire dances in your eyes as you realize you got him where you want him. “I don’t wanna.” You repeat.

“You are a brat.”

You release him with a pop. “The biggest.” You admit, swallowing him once more. He groans, thinking he can’t believe you’re the same sweet girl who bakes in a frilly pink apron and begs him to tell her bedtime stories.

“I want you to fuck me now.” He stops you before you can bend over the couch. “Slow down. I want you on your back, darlin.”

You throw his earlier words back at him. “That’s nice. I feel really special.”

“You should.” He mocks you, instructing you to hold your legs wide. He wastes no time licking and sucking you as enthusiastically as you had done him. “You’re so pretty. I could eat this pretty pussy forever.” He compliments as you squirm in his hold. “You’d let me, huh?” You shake your head frantically. “No! You’d drive..me crazy!” Payback is a mother, especially when Rio’s the one dishing it out. “Wait, wait—“You whimper, clawing at his shoulders.

“What?” He cajoles. He almost wants to laugh at the distressed look on your face. “I want you.” You pout, trying to sweet-talk him.

“You have me.”

“Not like this. Inside.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Mhm.” You swallow, watching as he fumbles around with his pants searching for a condom. He opens the golden foil packet with expert fingers, positioning himself in between your spread legs. “You don’t have any pointers for me now?” He drags his tip up and down your slit, slowly pushing his way further. Teasing. You shake your head. “No. Just fuck me.”

“That ain’t polite. You gotta say please, mama.” You scowled, but he didn’t budge. “Please.” You pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster, sighing as he gave in. You cursed at the stretch, him at the way you squeezed him. “You feel…” He couldn’t find the words, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to gain some composure. You caressed the back of his neck sweetly. “You feel good too, baby.”

His hips stuttered forward, and you gasped as he worked himself deeper. You grasp his shoulders tightly, your nails embedding themselves into the soft skin.

“Yes!” You squeal.

“Like that?” He grits out, struggling to keep his rhythm.

“Yes, just like that!” You cry, moaning as he pounds up into you. His lips find yours again, and it’s bliss. Then before you can stop yourself, you’re calling him Daddy like it’s his given name. He groans into your sweaty neck like he’s in pain.

“You’re so nasty.” Overwhelmed and breathless, you whine your protest, “You’re nasty. Look at what you’re doing to me.” His eyes shift to where you’re connected. You’re creaming all over him and leaking down onto the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to care about anything other than coming. You do just that, mewling as you make an even bigger mess between your legs. He whispers filthy things into your ear as he finishes, grunting at the way you seem to be sucking him in even deeper.

“That was—“

“—unreal.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you can bring yourself to move. Your sweat-covered skin sticks together. You swipe your hand against your forehead while he pants.

“I wanted to ride you at least once tonight, but after that, I’ll be lucky to make it to bed.”

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It feels good to be back! Apologies on being so inactive on here I've never had time, this summer has been too much but i found some time and inspiration to write so here we are!

People in this: Ler!Ranboo, Lee!Tubbo

This is a somewhat Irl fic!

(Lore is mentioned but its not based on the actual dream smp lore story so don't worry none of what you are going to read ever happened! It just fit the story!)

Tw: none, well i guess the smallest amount of fear, but other than that nothing!

I hope you all enjoyyy again im so sorry! Enjoy the fic my friends! And feel free to leave some requests in the asks! :]

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Enderwalking In Real Life!

Tubbo was the happiest of people on the planet right now! His favorite person ever ranboo! Who he'd been playing minecraft with for years it feels like was here! In the Uk! With him!

He could actually see him, hug him, he was real and he was here with him! For a few months too! Its perfect! The world seemed to let the smaller exhale, this is all i need.

The younger smiled contently as he watched him game on the pc he had set up on stream awhile back for his actual meeting. The Taller suggested they do some lore so that's exactly what happened, they logged on together and got started on some lore!

The chat went wild as they saw their beloved Ranboo start enderwalking as the Beeboy and their kid Michael slept

"⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜ ⎎⍀⟟⟒⋏⎅⌇, ⊑⟒⏃⍀⏁"

He spoke as he wondered around not being aware enough to stop or understand what he was saying, he eventually walked all the way back home resting back in his husband's embrace.

End stream,

Tubbo laughed to himself, Ranboo tilted his head looking at him "what are you giggling about hmmm?~" a slight teasing tone was hinted making him giggle a bit more

"Noho I'm just saying you are alot like your character!"

"Yeah? How so?" The taller asked curiously as the other shot him a big smile

"You both sleepwalk!"

"Hmm, i guess enderwalking is like sleepwalking but it was a one time thing for me! Irl me that is"

"Pffft! You kidding man you do it every night!" Tubbo lightly hit his shoulder as Ranboo giggled too "do not!" Pushing him back lightly going at it like two kids arguing over who did what

It was a great moment that was quickly replaced with the idea of food and bed. It was quite late so they got some snacks before brushing their teeth and going to bed.

"Hey! Let me know Tommrow if i sleep walk again tonight i wanna track these things"

"You got it bossman! Nighttt!"

"Goodnighttt!!"

And just like that the two were out cold, nothing but the sound of the wind, some crickets, leaves rustling ever so slightly, andd ranboo sleep walking and making noise.

It was almost peaceful, normally Tubbo slept through Ranboo's nighttime antics but this time the noise was to much so he stayed up studying him to make sure the poor guy didn't hurt himself.

It was the normal for the most part, a few small words or sentences barely noticeable by the human ear, some moving of things, bumping gently into a wall, staring out into the distance

Things seemed quite well so when Tubbo was about to go back to bed that's when he heard it

"Tubbo"

The sleepwalking 6'6 man had turned from his position by the window and looked him dead in the eyes

Tubbo tilted his head, he's said his name before in this state but something about it felt different, off, the smaller was slightly unsettled that was before Ranboo got closer saying his name again, Tubbo didn't notice anything strange about his walking, he was definitely sleeping but this was just weird.

Ranboo got close enough to where he was right beside the known goat hybrid twitch streamer, trying not to wake him up because walking up a sleepwalker is extremely dangerous he whispered gently

"Yeah man"

That was when he caught it "Tubbo,,,,,GOTCHA!" Ranboo's long arm's shot down to tickle alll over the poor sleepy boy's sides, his shirt already a little up from sleeping earlier, his bare skin being attacked without any warning or anything he shrieked, thanking the universe that the room was sound proof

"RAHahaAhaHanbOO!" The brunette giggled in different pitches squirming around on his bed as Ranboo smirked giggling to himself before pretending to sleepwalk again with his speech as his wiggly fingers found there way under his shirt and up to tickle all over his ribs, although it was less ticklish it was still fun!

"Tickle tickle tickle tickle" Ranboo repeated to Tubbo in his sleepwalk tone

"I knohohow yohohour awaha-AHHAGSAH!"

Tubbo's speech was cut off when the said sleepwalker tickled his underarms with such skill it was alot more ticklish then normal maybe it was because he was tired or Ranboo's tricks but he was definitely alot more ticklish than he thought he would be!

"Awww thats so cute, I've caught myself a ticklish little Tubbo for the road! Tickle tickle tickleee~" he teased tickling his neck and ears Tubbo scrunching up giggling his head off

"NahaHAha no EAhahArs NohohO RahaHanbooo!!" Tubbo whined a bit as the man cooed even more

"Dawww that's so cute! Ticklish little ears, hehe Kitchy Kitchy coo~" he whispered in his other ear blowing some air at the end so it's extra Ticklish, 'he was definitely ler mode now' Tubbo thought to himself before covering his own face

Ranboo giggled and paused the tickling for a second "Aww is the lee embarrassed"

"Not a lehee! And no! You just caught me off gaurd!"

"Whatever you say lee~ now uncover your face i wanna see your smile or else~" the open threat made tubbo smirk under his hands refusing to take them off yet

"Or else what big man~" The smaller teased back before hearing an deep inhale of breath

"Wait! wait! WAit RAN-BAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAAHA PLEAHAHAHASE!!!" Tubbo had uncovered his face but

The taller enderboy blew a gaint raspberry on his stomach right over his bellybutton

"RAHAHAAHAHANBOO WAHAHAIT! NO- AHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHASE!!" Ranboo had now begun tickling the man's poor ticklish stomach with one hand scribbling and digging (gently) as the other slowly and teasingly made shapes and other things with his nails driving the smaller into a giggly mess

"HAHAHAHAHA RAHAHAAHAHANBOO!"

Tubbo's mind was so sleepy all he could think about was how much it tickled 'it tickles, it tickles eep!' He was happy, giggly, red faced, smiling but most importantly he was comfortable, physical contact isn't really his strong point he's trying but with ranboo he was safe, comfortable, this was good. He was good.

"Tickletickletickletickle Tktktktktktktk~" the scribbling got more and more hyper as Ranboo got more into the babytalk, laughing along with his best friend

"OKAHAHAY PLEAHAHAHASE IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! MEHEHERCY!" He immediately stopped rubbing the tickles away,

"You alright bud? Im sorry if i went alittle overboard" the taller rubbed the back of his neck in slight embarrassment

"Naha you're good man, that was fun!" Tubbo's smile was genuine and that is exactly what Ranboo wanted to see

The taller sat down on Tubbo's bed next to him as the said boy kept talking now that he was breathing normally again "i can't believe you tricked me like that!" He giggled pushing Ranboo again both laughing happily together

"It was the perfect plan! Im just surprised it actually worked!"

"I was sleepy, plus you're a great actor!"

Ranboo giggled

"Well played my friend, well played" Tubbo giggled before knocking out from already being sleepy to now tickled to peices he was down, giggling again the american smiled contently tucking him in before going to bed himself.

That nights rest was the best one they've both had in a long time, the rustle of the leaves and the sound of the fan in the distance everything seemed perfect, it was the best, Together.

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I hope you all enjoyedd!!! Again im so sorry for all the inconveniences! I love you all! Drink some water, eat something today, take a shower, take at least one water bottle out of your room, and take care of yourself because you deserve it! You are loved, appreciated, stronger than you know and everything is going to be all good! Big hugs from me to you my friends! <3

[karlnapity]

I Hope You Die in a Raging Inferno of Pain

AO3 link

TWs: panic attacks, depicted death

Jack Manifold is ambushed on a Tuesday. He’s at the hotel, the front desk where he always is, and he barely has time to register what’s happening before Tubbo is dragging him outside. He sputters, tries to wrench his arm from where Tubbo’s holding it, but he wasn’t strong even before he died, and he’s got no chance.

“Tubbo- what-” He’s quieted by the other’s shushing.

“This is an intervention. You’re going to therapy.” Tubbo’s voice is gleeful, but Jack can parse the underlying serious tones.

He scowls even as he trips over his feet as he’s pulled along. “I don’t need therapy.”

Tubbo laughs at that one. “Bossman, I think we could all use a little, and Puffy’s offering it, so you’re going.”

“Puffy hates me.” He scoffs.

Tubbo huffs. “Give it a shot, at least?”

And Jack can’t refuse him.

.

Jack hates everything about this.

He rubs his sweaty palms on his jeans. He didn’t even know he could still sweat.

Puffy sits across from him, tapping her foot in a rhythm that makes him want to pull his hair out. She hasn’t said anything yet, seemingly waiting for him to start the conversation, and he’d rather die again than actually talk to her.

He doesn’t want therapy. He doesn’t need someone else to tell him he’s a horrible person. He can do that himself.

Eventually, after what seems like years, Puffy clears her throat, and his attention snaps to her. She leans forward, slightly, on her chair.

“So Tubbo brought you in?” She asks. He nods, once. He doesn’t look her in the eye. He really wants to leave.

“Well,” she starts with a rueful smile. “I wouldn’t usually say it’s good to drag people to therapy against their will, but this is the fucking Dream SMP. Sometimes I think it’d be good if we just had one big group session.”

He grunts something that would be a laugh in more comfortable circumstances. “Someone would die.”

She chuckles at that. “You’re probably right. Maybe it’s for the best.”

After a few moments of awkward silence she leans forward again. “So, tell me about you. Do you think you need therapy?”

He feels very small all of a sudden. He shuffles his feet. His legs ache. Everything aches.

“Dunno,” he mutters.

“I need a little more than that, Jack,” she coaxes.

“I… guess?” He wants to melt into the floor, maybe fall back into hell again if it means escaping this conversa

(Fuck)

(No)

(No no no no no no no no)

(He can’t think that he doesn’t want to think about that why did he think that joke was)

“Jack?”

There’s a bit of pain in his arms and he realizes he’s clutching them, fingernails digging in painfully. He doesn’t want to loosen his grasp.

He starts as he notices Puffy next to him. He’s not sure when she moved. She tugs his hands away gently, and he relaxes reluctantly.

She catches his eye. “What were you thinking about?”

The question is asked so gently, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, eyes darting to the floor to avoid the way they water just slightly.

“You know I died?” He asks, and his voice feels raspy like his lungs are still full of fire

(Don’t think that)

He tries to draw his arms back in but she holds tight on his wrists.

“What life are you on?”

He barks a laugh at that, something pitiful and angry and he tries not to yell.

“Four,” he croaks, and her expression twists.

“That’s not funny, Jack,” she reprimands, and he pulls himself away, stands to face away from her even as his vision swims.

“Well I’m not fucking joking, am I?”

(Wilbur told him once when it was still L’Manburg that Jack was like a small animal, or some fucking metaphor like that, all puffed up and angry to cover up that he was scared, and Jack told him they were in a fucking war, and he was allowed to be scared, and Wilbur laughed and told him ‘There he goes,’ and Jack thought it was funny.)

(This was, of course, before Wilbur killed him.)

Puffy seems to have realized he was serious, and he hears her stand behind him. She doesn’t ask the normal question, which is good, because he doesn’t want to talk about it.

“How did you lose them?”

He turns to her. She looks so out of her depth he almost wants to laugh.

“Wilbur, Tommy, Techno.”

She sucks in a breath. After a moment she chokes out, “Tommy?”

He does laugh, then, and then there’s nothing but fire in his veins, on his skin, and it burns so much. “Yeah, your fucking precious kid? The one who can do no wrong?”

Puffy hasn’t even said anything, but he’s started, now.

(Tommy once compared him to a firecracker.)

“He fucking killed me. And no one knows I died to Techno, and no one cares about Wilbur, and no one has even acknowledged or even knows that I fucking went to hell, and no one cares and no one’s apologized and the only person who even cares about me is apparently fucking Wilbur and I think he was manipulating me anyways and-”

He chokes off in a scream, crumpling to a crouch, and after a second he feels Puffy’s arms around him. His skin still feels like it’s burning and he pushes her away desperately, fighting her the whole way down, but she holds tight.

He gets tired of both trying to push her away and choke in sobs and breathes he doesn’t need, eventually, and goes limp, letting her hug him. His breaths still as he calms and he feels her tense before she realizes it’s okay he’s not breathing.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, and that almost starts him up again. “I’m sorry I didn’t know, and I’m sorry you’ve felt alone, and I’m sorry that no one’s been here to help you. But we’ll get there.”

He clings to her, then. Some part of him tells him to stop embarrassing himself, to keep the facade, but it’s washed out by the utter relief.

Someone is listening to him. Someone knows what happened to him. Someone is paying attention to him and it’s not to laugh at him or to tell him he’s an asshole or to look down on him.

(Something feels a little bit wrong, in his chest. It feels cold.)

(His fire is flickering.)

.

Therapy isn’t fun, he learns quickly. It’s actually kind of hard.

After the initial ‘guess what, I died’ he finds he likes talking about his other issues much less. Puffy encourages him to spill, and she always listens, but after every word he fears she’ll laugh or look at him with disgust or fear.

But she takes everything with stride.

He needs to tell her about his death. His mouth feels dry. He can tell she’s waiting for him to start.

“So, um, dying,” he stammers. She nods.

“You don’t need to tell me about it if you don’t want to.”

“I do, though,” he snaps before he talks a breath like she taught him to.

(I don’t need to breathe, he says, and she balks for a minute before stammering an indignant You should try it anyways.)

“The final one- The one that killed me for real- Techno took an axe to my head on Doomsday. But I didn’t go to hell immediately, I guess? I just came back to life like normal, though things were weird, and it took a day for me to just. Fall through the ground?” He can feel it now, but he pushes it away. He just needs to get the words out.

“And I was just falling and falling and I saw Her and all I could think about was how I couldn’t die until I got revenge and I was so angry and then I just kept falling and then I was on the Prime Path again.” He twists his fingers in his lap. “And then I realized I was dead and I think I might be slowly falling apart like a fucking zombie and everything’s fucked up and the only thing keeping me alive- literally, I’m pretty sure- is how angry I am.”

He looks up to Puffy then. She gets this look on her face, sometimes, like she’s shocked and appalled and sad, which is kinda starting to become a recurrence in their sessions.

“What do you mean falling apart? Run me by your symptoms again?” She scribbles a few notes.

“Um.” He suddenly feels very aware of just how unnatural he is. He feels disgusting. “Can’t sleep, can’t eat. My senses are worse? It’s harder to hear and to feel and to see and stuff. And my body hurts a lot. Like, a lot.”

She nods. “Have you noticed anything that helps?”

He looks at the floor. He doesn’t want to say it.

“Jack?”

“Um.” He twists his fingers and they hurt. “When I’m angry?”

He takes a peek at her and she gestures for him to continue.

He had no idea so much therapy is just being encouraged to speak.

It does feel nice to be listened to.

“When I’m angry, it feels like this fire in my chest. It feels like I’m alive.” He sighs. “I think it’s what’s keeping me around.”

“Your anger?”

He nods. “When I was falling, all I could think about was how much I wanted to get them back. Techno and Tommy and everyone. I just wanted apologies.”

.

Puffy asks him if he wants to talk to Tommy. He really doesn’t, but she fixes him with a look and he can’t really say no.

That’s how he finds himself sitting across from Tommy in her office. Tommy is staring at the ground and Jack pretends to find something interesting in the wall.

“So, Jack, do you want to start?” Puffy asks. He sighs.

“No.”

“You tried to kill me,” Tommy starts, and the fire flares.

“You did kill me!” Tommy shrinks back, just a bit, but he doesn’t stop.

“I came to visit, because I was your fucking friend, and you just kept going on about how no one cared about you when I was right there and you shoved me into lava! Why the fuck do you think I wanted to kill you?”

He’s seething, but Tommy just looks confused.

“I killed you?” His voice is small. Jack doesn’t care.

“Do I actually fucking matter so little to you that you don’t even remember killing me?” His voice chokes and he shoots to his feet. He can hear Puffy call his name, but he’s already storming out.

He swipes furiously at his eyes as he crouches outside. He can’t cry anymore, which is more cruel than anything, but the sensation is still there.

“Jack?”

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy,” he’s saying before he even has the time to realize that he’s fucking crying in front of him. He bristles, but Tommy has crouched beside him.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy says, quieter than he should. Jack can barely hear him, and he’s not sure if it’s just his shitty hearing or what.

“I’m so fucking sorry I killed you, and I’m even more sorry I don’t remember. I- I wasn’t doing well then. At all. I’m still not. I did a lot of things I regret.” He sighs. “You don’t have to forgive me. You really don’t. But, um. If you ever want to talk to someone about being dead.”

Jack sighs, runs a hand over his head. “Yeah, but you came back to life the easy way.”

“Puffy told me you’re, like, actually dead?”

Jack holds out his hand and Tommy presses his fingers to his wrist, murmuring something in awe when he can’t find the pulse.

Jack feels something like affection and tries to push it down, but it’s too late.

Tommy’s fingers feel like ice. He gasps when something breaks in his chest, jerking his arm back. Tommy blinks.

He puts a hand to his chest. Something is wrong. He’s pretty sure Tommy is calling his name but he feels far away.

Everything is so cold. His teeth are chattering, he’s pretty sure. He shivers.

Something is happening, he’s being moved, but he can’t tell what’s happening. He jerks when he feels hands on his arms, on his back, but they hold tight.

He’s laid on his back. Someone touches his forehead, but he can hear murmuring after a minute. Their hands are like ice.

It takes a long time for him to start to come to. He’s rolled onto his side at some point. He feels drifty, like when he first came back from hell, and that fear is enough to startle him awake.

He’s on the couch in Puffy’s office. She’s sitting in her usual chair, but she stands when she sees him blinking at her.

“Are you okay?” She asks worriedly, crouching beside him and taking his hands. He jerks back at how cold she is.

“What happened?” He croaks.

She shakes her head. “I don’t know, Tommy said you just collapsed. We were so worried.”

Tommy was worried for him. He gasps again, clutching his chest. She helps him sit up, rubs his back as he recovers.

He knows what this is. He doesn’t want to admit it.

“Can you imagine,” he starts, chuckling bitterly. “Can you imagine therapy fucking killing you?”

His anger is fading, and in some cruel, sick sense of it all, it’s not a good thing, healing isn’t a good thing, and it’s so. Fucking. Unfair.

.

He tries to keep on with his life, tries to keep up with therapy, spends time with Tubbo, and Tommy sometimes, and Niki when he’s lucky, but in the back of his mind all he can think is how it will end, and it happens all too soon.

He wakes up one day and he can’t get up.

He’s so tired. He registers, dimly, that it’s not normal, but the fog in his brain leaves him unwilling to explore the idea.

It takes three days and a missed appointment for Puffy to come find him.

She stands over him, arms crossed, and chastises him.

She starts to worry when he doesn’t even shift.

There’s no pulse, no temperature to check, so all she can do is shake him, and after a few long moments he opens his eyes.

She exhales shakingly, pulls him close to her chest. “Oh my god, don’t scare me like that.”

He doesn’t quite have the energy to refute her, so he lets her hold him. His eyes slip closed again, and she shakes him.

“Tell me what’s going on?” She asks. She sounds so worried.

He’s not good at talking at the best of times, but he’s got to try. His mouth feels dry. He can’t even remember the last time anything passed his lips. He misses eating. He’s losing consciousness again.

“Tired,” is all he manages to murmur. She shifts him in her arms.

“I need a little more than that, Jack.” There’s something in her voice. “This isn’t normal for you. You told me you don’t sleep.”

“I don’t,” he tells her as indignantly as he can muster. He knows it’s not right, how he’s feeling, but he’s so tired that he can’t be arsed, and he whines when Puffy shakes him again.

“You need to stay awake, okay?”

He’s so cold. It feels like his limbs are frozen.

Puffy keeps murmuring, talking his ear off to try to distract him, try to keep his attention, and he tries to hold onto her words. They just slip through his grasp.

.

He’s falling.

No. This isn’t fair. None of this is fucking fair.

He doesn’t want revenge. He doesn’t want to hurt anymore. He doesn’t want to maim.

He wants to live. All he’s ever wanted is to live. All he’s ever wanted is safety and security and love.

And he’s fucking got it so this isn’t fair.

And the fire is lit.

.

Jack Manifold crawls out of hell on a Tuesday. He crawls out of hell because he’s a stubborn motherfucker. He crawls out of hell because he has friends, a therapist, and a way to move forward. He crawls out of hell because he has apologies to make and people to forgive and he can’t die before he finishes his argument with Tommy.

He crawls out of hell because life is unfair and terrible and awful, but he will be worse.

And there’s a hand extended. He grins and takes it. It’s warm.

[01solarsmiles]

01solarsmiles’ kitchen nightmares: [day off] quite a few

a/n: quarantine, am i right?

warnings: none, i think!

edit: i’ve had this in my drafts for godknows how long and realised it was basically complete and i’m slowly convincing myself to get back into old things that made me happy. so. here this is.

taglist; @stayinzencity​ @floraljae​ @thoreeo @alterlovess​<3

After the Dreamies party -- one of the better ones you’ve attended over the past few months -- you had an impromptu ping from your phone, telling you that you may have come into contact with someone who had Corona. Not the beer, although you wish it was a practical joke not too dissimilar to the fleeting thought, but you wish it had been. Now, you lay, in a starfish position, on your bed, staring up at your ceiling.

Wouldn’t it look so much better with glow in the dark stars stuck up there? Maybe you could manipulate them to look like constellations so your bedroom didn’t look like you’d let your five-year-old cousin decorate it. 

Your head falls to the side, choosing to watch your phone light up with notifications that really don’t interest you. It’s possibly the work group chat to be getting this much action in the middle of the day but you’re not convinced that you’re mentally up for facing it right now.

In theory, you could take a test, proving yourself to not be carrying the virus but a small part of you wouldn’t mind the break from work… and the money from the government for isolating. But you know that you rely too much on the interactions from the people of the outside world, thrive off of the anger that comes with dealing with particularly rude customers and the feisty side of you that avenges your colleagues. Yes, you could do the test but at what cost?

“Okay,” you whisper to your flashing phone, “I’ll bite.”

Scrolling for a second, your eyes widen, “What the fuck, Taeyong was there?”

taeyong (manager) what the frICK guYS???

taeyong (manager) i have to isolate bc of you imbeciles!!

chenle soz bossman didn’t know you were coming

jisung yeah :( would’ve told miss rona to stay out if we did

taeyong (manager) i can’t believe you guys seriously

chef mark miss who?

chef mark wait guys did i miss something

chef mark gUYs!

lucas ngl that was some party,, and here i thought i was the party animal. take it back, you weirdos are the dream team fr

joy not one to burst the bubble but you must realise that at least ONE of us must be payed a visit by miss rona if we’re all isolating

chef mark again w the woman! who is she, please don’t ignore <3

You turn away from your phone, thinking better of replying in the state that your head is in. You’re not OKAY okay you’re just okay. Life could be better but so could Mark’s detective skills.

Deciding against a possibly snarky response, you lay your phone down and pad into the kitchen, deciding that making some home comfort mac and cheese never killed anyone. You live alone and therefore no one will be around to judge you when you eat the whole thing.

Halfway through mixing together the milk with the odd dough in the pan, your phone starts ringing from your bedroom, where you’d conveniently left it to avoid anymore stupid text messages.

Sighing, you pull the pan off of the stove, put it down (away from the flame) and walk to fetch your phone. You barely spare a glance before answering the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi! Yn, it’s Jaehyun,” you inwardly curse yourself for not checking the caller id when you picked up.

“Jaehyun,” you force the smile onto your face, knowing that it too often makes you sound happier than it really should, “what can I do for you?”

His breath hitches the other side, you’re not sure if he can hear the fake smile in your voice, like he used to claim he could, but he continues anyway, ignoring it if he does notice, “Jungwoo kinda kicked me out…”

Shit, you think, he’d been completely serious when he had told you that was what he planned on doing at the party last night. You had drunkenly explained your and Jaehyun’s arrangement but how he had been infringing on your time with Mark as you tried to stop that arrangement.

He continues, “And I was hoping you’d be kind enough to let me crash on your couch… or something?”

He knows he’s asking for a massive, out of pocket, favour and it shows. Nibbling on your lip, the angel and the devil on your respective shoulders begin to fight.

You know you can’t leave him without a bed for at least one night, he needs to be able to gather himself together before making any decisions.

“Or something…” you mutter out, “I was just making mac and cheese. If you’re quick enough I might still have enough for you.”

He breathes out a sigh of relief, knowing he’s safe for now from you and your wrath.

“You’re an angel.”

“You keep saying,” you refer to many nights, between the sheets -- while he’s between other things.

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irene (manager) you guys realise if you all take pcr tests and they come back negative you’re al good to come back to work, right?

chef mark covid tests?

chef mark for wha--

chef mark oh

chef mark OOH

Maybe a few days wouldn’t kill anyone.

[criminalshminds]

A Broken Whisper

A very, very, very late prompt from @eprcntiss, but good things happens to those who wait, right???

Prompt: “What are you doing here?  It’s late.” Pairing: Hotchniss (Emily Prentiss x Aaron Hotchner) Rating: General Audiences Words: 1968 TW: Canon faked death, slight intrusive thoughts

Summary: He didn’t know why he felt the need to check up on her, but he’s glad he did.  Though he never thought she’d be here. (Post Doyle)

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He couldn’t say why he had the urge to check on Emily, he just did.  Something has been up with her since she came back after Doyle. Hotch has tried to be a sounding board for her, but her walls are always up that she manages to deflect any of his concern and places it back on him. But he saw her face at the take down that night.  He saw the lone tear that fell down her cheek, one that she quickly wiped away before anyone could see it.  Maybe that one tear led him to her apartment.  He parks in a spot that looks directly up into her apartment.  A spot that he has been in plenty of times before, back when things were simpler.  Back when they would steal little kisses.  Where she would wave at him from the window in her living room as he left to go back home to shower and change before work.  Where he told her that he loves her.  Back before she started to pull away.  Back when things made sense.

Since her return, they haven’t spoken of the past.  Actually, they haven’t really talked at all.  The only words they utter to each other are work related.  Well, that’s not completely true.  She did utter a goodbye today.  Maybe that’s why he felt the need to see her.  Looking up at the window that used to hold her smiling silhouette now just holds a darkness that sends a shiver down his spine.  Like he’s not supposed to be here.  Like he is intruding in a life that he doesn’t belong in anymore.  Taking a chancery glance around the parking lot, the first thing he notices is that her car isn’t in its designated parking spot.  Second thing he notices, is that she hasn’t been home since leaving work five hours ago, if the snow piled up on the concrete has anything to say about it. Knowing that she could be literally anywhere, he huffs out a sigh before digging around his pockets for his cell phone.

“Bossman, I know I am the goddess of all wisdom, but even goddesses need their beauty sleep.”  A grumble comes through the phone, definitely not the cheerful voice of Penelope Garcia that Hotch has come to know.

“Garcia, can you do me a favor?” He speaks quickly into the phone, no room or time for nonsense.

“Does it involve me coming back into the BAU?” Hotch hears some rustling noises, and only now does he realize that he is calling at almost midnight.

“No.”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

“Don’t raise any alarms unless I say so.”  Hotch runs his hand over his mouth before asking his request.  “Can you get me a location on Prentiss?”

She immediately shoots out of bed and races to her laptop.  She skids to a stop, barely landing on her couch before frantically typing and shooting out questions.  “What? Why would I – why is she?  She’s not – “ Not again, not when we just got her back.

“Garcia!”  He interrupts her panic raise of questions hoping to keep her head on straight.

“Right, sorry.  Um, give me a minute.  You sure it’s nothing?”  She waits for a second, getting no response she continues to type on her laptop before it pings her location.  “I got it! I sent it to you.  Please bring our girl back home.”

“I will Garcia, and remember – “

“I know, I know, not a peep.”  As soon as the last word left her mouth, Hotch moved the phone from his ear and immediately went to his messages.  Letting out a sigh, he puts the car in reverse and makes his way down the empty streets.

His shoulders don’t sag in relief until he sees her car parked in the desolate lot.  Pulling into the space next to her, he glances at silver sedan hoping he’ll be lucky to see her behind the wheel.  Mentally groaning when the car is as barren as the parking lot he is in, he turns off his car and shuffles out into the chilly night.  It didn’t take a genius to know that she has been here for a while, if the buildup of snow on her car was any indication. The steady stream of snow flurries coming down has covered any footprints that could potentially lead him to her.  Although, none of that was necessary.  For the seasoned profiler he is, he knew exactly where she went once the coordinates led him here.

                                      Quantico National Cemetery

He stares at the sign, willing his feet to move.  A staring contest that even the famous Aaron Hotchner glare can’t win.  It’s not until a particularly strong gust of wind whips around him for his feet to catch up with his brain.  A shiver races through his body.  Either from the cold or from that sinister feeling of being alone in a graveyard at night. He silently moves through the sea of headstones, a walk that is second nature to him.  One that he frequented quite often for months.  He makes his way up to the tree that helped shelter the gravestone from the elements and finally sees the back of her head.   He knows that she hears him coming, the crunching of the snow beneath his feet hard to miss, even past the sound of the wind.  Stopping a few feet behind her, he waits a minute before speaking.

“What are you doing here?  It’s late.”  He’s expecting her to turn towards him, but she sits as still as a statue staring at the engraved stone.  She doesn’t respond right away, making him move closer to her.  He opens his mouth to ask again when he hears her soft voice reply.

“I come here to think.”

Curiosity got the better of him.  “About?”

“Life.”  Her soft declaration carries through the wind and wraps around him.  She reaches forward in a practiced motion and brushes the fresh snow away to keep the text visible.

                                                  Emily Prentiss

                               October 12th 1970 – March 7th 2011

                                        Fidelity Bravery Integrity

“It’s so precious.  You never realize how special it is until it gets taken away.”  He continues to stand behind her, keeping his mouth shut. This is the most open she’s been since her return and he’s not about to ruin it.  “I didn’t think it’d be this strange.  Basically coming back from the dead.  You know I came here the first time purely out of curiosity.  Taking my picture off a wall is one thing, but removing a whole grave?”  She lets out a humorless chuckle.

“With a click of her finger, Garcia could get it removed.”  He speaks before he could stop himself.  He holds his breath hoping that he didn’t just cause her walls to build back up.

“No.”  Her head tilts back towards the sky.  “I need the perspective.”

Furrowing his brow, he carefully walks next to her before slowly lowering to the ground.  He starts to reach for her before quickly retreating, remembering that she’s no longer his to touch. He starts to question what her fake grave can help her with before remembering something she said after a case years ago. I need to know that I can be human.

“Being reminded of your own mortality isn’t the right perspective to have.”  He spoke softly even though he wanted to scream.  

“Don’t you get it?  It’s a reminder of how fragile life is.  Logically speaking, I shouldn’t be here.”  She scrunches up her eyes, a tear streaks down her face as she pounds her fist into the ground.

His hand shoots out and covers her fist that is still resting on the snow-soaked grass.  His touch finally breaks her out of her trance with her eyes finally meeting his.

“But you are here.  Living, breathing.  Dammit Emily! Don’t you understand?  You can’t move on until you finally accept that you are meant to be here.  With me! With us.”  He is grasping at her hand like she will disappear any second while his shoulders are shaking with the intensity of his breath.  She keeps his stare for a second, before turning away back to the headstone.

“Am I?”  She whispers. He lightly grasps at her chin, moving her head to face him again.

“Forever and always.”  That little phrase breaks her.  In a second, she leaps from her spot into his lap, burrowing her head into the crook of his neck.  The reaction almost pushes him backwards into the snow, but he quickly settles himself. His hand moves and starts stroking the back of her head in a practiced movement before he gently starts rocking them consoling her quietly in her ear trying to overpower her chant of “I’m sorry.” They stay wrapped around each other until he spares a glance at his watch, telling him that it is half past one in the morning.

“Come on.  Let’s get you home.”  He whispers into her ear, helping her up to her feet.  He feels her shiver against him as a large gust of wind almost knocks the both of them from their feet.  Only now does he notice that she’s been in just a sweater this whole time.  

“Jesus Em, you couldn’t have brought a jacket?”  Shedding his coat, he drapes it over her shoulders before wrapping his arm around her waist guiding her to his car.

“Left it in the car.  Didn’t realize how long it’s been.”  She chatters out to him, leaning closer towards him for warmth.  He lets out a frustrated sigh before picking up the pace, trying to get her to shelter.

He helps her into the passenger seat of his car, passing off her concerns about her car.  “We’ll take care of it in the morning.”  

He quickly makes his way into the driver’s seat to turn the car on.  They sit in the warming car for a couple minutes in complete silence.  Neither quite knowing what to say to the other.  After another minute, Hotch figures it’s best to start to drive to her apartment.  It’s not until they are halfway there that she finally speaks up.

“Aaron?”  She says no more than a whisper.

“Hm?”  He hums out, sparing her a quick glance before looking back to the empty road.

“I – I, thank you.”

His lips start to curve up into a smile and he removes one hand from the steering wheel to grasp at hers, stopping her from the continued picking of her nails.  He squeezes her hand gently in response before leaving their fingers intertwined.  Neither of them speak until he parks back at her apartment complex.

She starts to let go of his hand to make her exit before his voice stops her.

“Em?”  With her hand still on the inside latch, she turns to face him.  “I know it’s not my place anymore, but please don’t be afraid to come to me.  If you’re having a bad day, let me know.  You mean so much to me.  I meant it when I said forever and always.”

She slowly nods her head, before leaning forward to give him an awkward hug across the center console.  Pulling away, she shyly gives him a peck on the cheek before whispering.  “Forever and always.”

She opens the door, and goes to leave his jacket on the seat, but he holds up a hand to stop her.  “Give it to me tomorrow.”  

Smiling softly, she nods before closing the door.  He patiently waits until he sees the light go on in her apartment. He waits until he sees her figure standing in the window, giving him a small wave.  Like before.  He slowly pulls out of the parking space, smiling to himself.  Yeah, things are starting to make sense again.

[shawtygonemad]

Get Me Sick

Jimmy McGill x Reader

I was rushing to get ready for work. My alarm didn’t go off again causing me to oversleep. Luckily my boss was pretty lenient - with everything. When I worked, how long I worked, and especially paying me. The last part drove me crazy. 

I’ve been working at ‘James McGill Esquire’ as a paralegal for almost a year now. Jimmy couldn’t afford to pay me, but didn’t have the heart to let me go. I also didn’t have the heart to leave, because unfortunately I’ve developed a crush on the lawyer. He doesn't hardly have anyone besides me. His brother Charles is the biggest prick in all of New Mexico, and his friend Kim, is too busy working her way up to partner at HHM. I was who he saw all day everyday. We understood each other, and somehow formed this weird bond. 

I became involved in his scams to get cheap money. Most times it paid more than he did. However, the deviance was thrilling. It made my adrenaline pump, while Jimmy made my heart skip beats. Whenever he would pull it off we’d go out to celebrate and have the time of our lives. We were very much the same, he and I. We hardly had anyone besides each other. The world looked at us like we were crooks no matter how hard we tried to follow the rules. If the world wanted us to be the bad guys then we were going to be the bad guys. 

My phone rang as I was pouring my thermos of coffee. It was the bossman himself. I cheerfully answered it, knowing full well that I wasn’t in trouble. 

“Sir, yes, sir,” I saluted to no one. 

“Hey Y/N/N,” he said in a gravelly voice. “I’m going to be late today.”

“How can you be late? You live in the office,” I chuckled.

“Yeah… it’s been a slow morning,” he croaked. 

“Are you okay? You sound like you’ve been gargling glass,” I joked. 

He chuckled which sounded like it ended in a wince. “Feels like it.”

“It’s probably strep,” I sighed. “I’m on my way.”

“No,” he protested. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Put some pants on. I’m coming over,” I informed him before handing up. 

It didn’t take me long to reach the nail salon. All the women instantly started chattering once I walked in.   

“Nín hǎo, ladies,” I greeted them.

The owner was instantly on my case. 

“I don’t want him here if he sick,” She told me in a hushed voice. “I don’t want him getting my customers sick.”

“I’ll take care of it. Thank you,” I curtly informed her before making my way into the back. 

Jimmy’s office/ home was a tiny little storage room in the back of the nail salon. It’s so small that we would practically be on top of one another as we worked. I opened the door, but it was stopped part way due to the pull out couch being down. With a sigh, I sucked in and squeezed through the door. This caused me to practically land on the bed along with Jimmy. He just groaned as I made my ungraceful entrance. 

“Pack it up, and let’s go,” I informed him as I crossed my arms. 

“What,” he asked groggy. 

“Pack this bed up and let’s go,” I told him again. 

“Go where?”

“Well your landlord doesn’t want you getting her customers sick,” I spoke. 

“Where am I supposed to go? Sleep in my car? I pay rent here, y’know,” he grumbled. 

“You can stay at my place,” I blurted out without thinking. “That way she doesn’t find a way to evict you and make us both lose our jobs.”

“I can’t do that to you. I’ll get you sick…” he started. 

“Just shut up and let’s go,” I quickly told him before I changed my mind. 

“I’m still your boss y’know,” he grumbled as he got up and put the couch back together. 

I blushed and looked away when I noticed he was only in his boxers and white t-shirt. 

“Didn’t I tell you to put pants on,” I told him, embarrassed. 

“Oh. Sorry,” he said quietly before throwing a pair of sweatpants on. 

This man was really out of it today. More so than usual. He must really be sick. Normally he would have made some flirtatious comment about it being his new uniform for the office. 

We ended up back at my apartment and I got him set up in my bed. He refused at first, but I insisted. After checking his throat for white spots it confirmed that he had strep. I placed some water for him by the bed and let him sleep. In the meantime I went out to get some medication for him. He was still asleep by the time I got back. 

He looked so peaceful. His stress lines have now disappeared. It made me realize how hard this man works with little to no gratification. Especially not with his asshole brother. I gently brushed away the hair that was sticking to his forehead before checking to make sure he didn’t have a fever. 

Once I made sure it felt normal I let my fingers stroke down his face. If he was awake I would never have the guts to do this. His face was so soft. His lips looked soft too. I’ve always wondered what they felt like. Maybe now could be my chance? I leaned my head down to proceed with the action. However I stopped mere centimeters away with doubts. This isn’t right. He’s asleep and sick. I shouldn’t take advantage of him like this. You should always get consent. 

As I was internally debating and panicking I didn’t realize him peak an eye open at me and smirk. 

“You gonna kiss me or what,” he croaked. 

This startled every part of me. I gasped and practically fell backwards. 

“I’m sorry! I uh… I wasn’t going to…”I stuttered out practically traumatized. “I got you some soup! I’ll go get it!”

I quickly escaped the room. Mentally I was kicking myself. How could I have been so stupid? He was my boss! I shouldn’t even have these feelings let alone act on them! How could I not have noticed he was awake? I’m an idiot. 

I tried to heat up the soup as slowly as possible. I wanted to bide my time to come up with a plan. Maybe I could just make an excuse to leave for the rest of the day. But I’d feel horrible leaving him alone here while he was sick. Ugh! Maybe I could do some house chores to keep myself busy. I just needed to drop this soup off as quickly as possible before I could leave to busy myself. Hopefully he wouldn’t make things awkward.

When I returned he was sitting up in bed patiently waiting for me. 

“It took you that long to heat up canned soup,” he snarked. 

“I’m off the clock. Don’t make me punch you,” I warned as I passed him the bowl. 

“I’d rather you kiss me,” he bluntly stated which caused my blush to return. 

“I wasn’t going to..” I trailed off. 

“But you wanted to,” he stated. 

“Eat your soup,” I instructed him before turning to leave. 

“Y’know, if I wasn’t sick I would have kissed you by now,” he called after me. 

This made me freeze in my tracks. What did he just say? No… he didn’t, did he?

“What,” I asked in disbelief.

“You heard me,” he smirked. “I just don’t want to get you sick.”

I stood there frozen as I stared at him. My heart was beating extra fast. My palms moistened as my mouth went dry. The butterflies in my stomach tried to escape. My mouth worked faster than my brain could. 

“Get me sick,” I told him flatly. 

It was his turn to be surprised. “What?”

“Get me sick. I don’t care,” I stated as I strutted over to him. This newfound confidence hit me. 

“Y/N…” he trailed off as I leaned down and placed my lips upon his. 

“Get me sick,” I stated again before deepening the next kiss. 

Needless to say, I ended up getting Strep Throat as well.

[moonlit-imagines]

Stick it to the Boss

Robin Buckley/Steve Harrington x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hi Lacey! Can I please request a one shot with Steve/Robin x reader (Platonic) where reader is a new worker at scoops ahoy. They are a couple years younger than steve and Robin but really lovable and genuinely nice person so they immediately befriends Steve and Robin. And they both just adore them. One day reader is late to work so they’re boss gets really angry and starts yelling and stuff. So when the boss is done screaming at them they go back to work and tries to just brush it of when Steve and Robin is concerned. Eventually they start crying and when Steve notice he goes full “mom mode” and comforts them with pep talk and a bunch of hugs while Robin goes to find the boss so she can cuss him out. Both of them just acting like parents to their sweet friend. A fluffy ending.

Hope you have a great day!”

You collided with the doors of the mall entrance, dropping your sailor hat, textbook, and a few homework pages upon impact. These weren’t things you could just leave behind, so you kneeled down to gather your scattered belongings as mall-goers walked on by, leaving footprints on the papers you couldn’t grab in time.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You muttered to yourself while clutching to your necessities, you were already late for work, you were just hoping your boss wasn’t there. Friday night at Scoops Ahoy was no joke, they could be buzzing as you stumbled towards the store. Almost there...and, “Sorry I’m late!” You shouted before leaning your head back and taking a clear breath.

“I want to see you in the back.” You heard a voice that belonged to none other than the one person you hoped not to see. You took in one last breath and decided to hold it as you walked by the counter, noticing the worried looks of your coworkers and classmates, Steve and Robin.

You dropped your things on the breakroom table and watched your boss’s arms cross and a vein pop out of his forehead.

“I’m really, really sorry, Mist—” You tried to begin, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Save it, kid. I’m this close to firing you.” He pinched his fingers together as his sharp tone rang through your ears. There was no doubt that Steve and Robin were peaking through the shudders as he spoke. “Kids don’t get jobs if they can’t handle them. Can you handle your job, y/n?”

“Yes, sir.” You timidly replied, clenching your teeth to keep your emotions in control.

“Then why the hell can’t you show up on time? Robin and you go to the same school and she’s always here when she needs to be.” What did he know? Why did he even care? You and your coworkers always managed, even if you were five minutes late.

“Robin has a bike, I have to walk.” You explained in total simplicity. “I was only five minutes late, but I can get started right away. I’ll skip my break if it means that much to you.”

“Watch your tone, kid. I won’t lose any sleep firing you. Time is money.” Your boss stormed out the back door, slamming it upon exit. You turned around to see Steve and Robin peering inside.

“Is he gone?” Steve sheepishly asked.

“Yeah, he’s gone.” You rolled your eyes and pushed at the swinging door, feeling resistance as you realized Steve had just hit his head on the other side. “Why are you coming back here?”

“We just wanted to check on you.” Robin admitted as you walked to the counter and leaned over.

“I’m fine.” You sighed. “No rush yet, huh?”

“Cinnabon has some crazy combo deal today, they’re stealing all our customers.” Steve shrugged. “Not like I care, though. Do you just wanna go in the back and do homework?”

“Sure, I could do that.” You stood in place for a few moments before deciding to scoop yourself a complimentary cup of ice cream. It’s what you deserved after the bossman decided to threaten your position for being a few minutes late. Yes, you are aware that there’s a schedule, but he didn’t have to go so far. And you’ve told him time and time again that it’s hard to get here on time because you walk, but all he has to answer with is, “So run.”

The eraser on your pencil tapped the side of your head as you blankly stared at the page, replaying your boss’s rant in your head and wishing that you’d had the courage to stand up for yourself. No one should be allowed to yell at you. No one. Meanwhile, Steve and Robin had been watching you while the shudders were open, noticing that you hadn’t moved much in the past ten minutes.

“Think they’re okay?” Robin whispered to Steve, who was still trying to figure that out himself. “Should we do something?”

“I don’t know. I’m still a little pissed that the boss had to be so harsh with them. Y/N’s just a kid, he’s definitely overreacting.” Steve replied, watching you carefully and noticing something drip onto your textbook pages. It seemed that you zoned out andlet a few tears loose, and that’s when they rushed in. “Y/N, hey, we’re here for you.” Steve comforted, scooting a chair up next to you as you sniffled and wiped your face.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” You croaked, looking up at the two of them with puffy eyes that broke their hearts.

“That’s it!” Robin tossed hat onto the table and headed towards the back door.

“Wait, where are you going?” You asked, sniffing up snot again.

“Mr. Asshat is taking a cigarette break, I’m gonna have a little chat with him.” Robin swung the door open and stormed out.

“Robin, wait!” Steve tried to stop her, but it was too late. There was no stopping her, all he could do now is let you know he was there for you and that your boss’s words shouldn’t mean very much to you. As some time went by, the back door opened once more and Robin popped in, looking satisfied as ever.

“What did you do?” You asked in a tone of distrust, Robin was capable of more than you knew, full of surprises. She stood aside and the three of you waited for the door to open again, seeing your boss back in the break room.

“Y/N,” he cleared his throat and peered over at Robin, then back to you, “I apologize for being tough on you. You did not deserve that. I will fix the schedule so you have an opportunity to get here on time.” You didn’t know exactly what to say at first, you just turned from Steve to Robin, who were both trying to hide huge smiles.

“Okay, thank you.” You quietly replied before your boss left to go take another smoke break. Once the coast was clear, you got up and ran to Robin for a hug, obviously pulling Steve in, as well. “You two are the greatest coworkers I could ask for, honestly.”

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[deadpatrol]

May we see it?

Ask and ye shall receive, anon.

(Not yet edited) sneak peak of DSMP BNHAU chapter 1 below the cut:

(Written by @howtotrainyournana!)

Tubbo would like to say that he's fearless. He'd love to say that nothing phased him, that he'd taught himself better than to let anything get under his skin. He would love to say that he'd gotten rid of all his weaknesses, had shorn those downfalls of humanity off cleanly with a surgeon’s precision.

He hadn't, though.

Tubbo wasn't fearless. He wasn't cool, calm, and collected. He wasn't flawless, and worst of all, he had two huge, glaring weaknesses.

Two weaknesses that were currently being dangled by their throats over a lava pit by a villain.

Ranboo was unconscious. This was the first problem. If he was awake, he would be able to at least get himself out of there, maybe even Tommy. He wasn't, so that a backup plan that Tubbo had to shelve.

Tommy was very awake and very irate and Tubbo had to act quickly before he said the wrong thing and the villain decided the drop into lava was too slow an ending.

Tubbo grit his teeth. Breathed in. Breathed out. He had plans, for situations like this, ones he never discussed with his teammates because he knew they'd be shot down. For being too risky, for being too dangerous, for being too violent and immoral.

Tubbo could not give less of a shit.

"You'd best let my friends go, big man, if you know what's good for you," he called out to the villain.

The man turned his head slightly and looked back over his shoulder at Tubbo. He sneered, lip curling unpleasantly.

"Right, like I'm going to listen to a little pipsqueak vigilante like you. Do you kids even know how much trouble you've been causing me over the last four months?"

Tubbo figured the question was rhetorical, but he answered anyway, just to piss the guy off more.

"Oh, plenty, I would assume. It's not like you and your gang of idiots are much of a match for a bunch of teenagers in masks," Tubbo says, and he grins when the guy whips around in fury, Ranboo and Tommy swinging like marionettes in his hands.

Most importantly, though, is the fact that they're no longer dangling over the lava pit.

"You son of a-" the guy starts, and chokes off into permanent silence when Tubbo presses a button and three sets of arrows each shoot from Tommy and Ranboo's vigilante suits and clean through him. Another press of a button and the suits magnetize towards Tubbo, who darts forward to catch them and give the villain's corpse a solid kick to the chest. He plummets over the edge and Tubbo leans over to watch him disappear beneath the lava.

Tubbo grins.

No body, no cameras, no conviction.

"What the fuck," Tommy says quietly, and oh. Hm. That'll be a conversation for later, won't it.

"Don't worry about it, bossman," Tubbo says cheerily. "There's like a ninety-five-percent chance no one saw that."

Tommy just stares at him dumbfounded.

"That's what you think I'm worried about. The possibility that someone else saw, not the fact that you-"

Tubbo drops Ranboo to slap a hand over Tommy's treacherous mouth.

"We'll discuss this back at home," Tubbo says.

"Mmf-"

"At home," Tubbo repeats, smiling pleasantly. 

Tommy shivers but stays silent when Tubbo drops his hand. Tubbo scoops Ranboo up in a fireman's carry and sets off at a trot away from the scene of the battle. Tommy follows, just barely noticeably reluctantly, in his footsteps.

. . .

"Tubbo you did what!?" Ranboo shouts.

Oh, wow, he's really worked up then. Ranboo almost never shouts at him, not with any real anger anyway.

"I did what I had to do," Tubbo says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

He's busy at work on Tommy and Ranboo's suits, resetting the failsafes he used and double-checking that the others are still in place. He might need to run through the diagnostics again, he doesn't want to take chances. Maybe develop an A.I., just in case he's not there personally to activate them? It bears some thought.

"No, Tubbo, you didn't- you didn't have to do that, that was not something you should have- FUCK!" Ranboo shouts.

Tubbo startles. He's never really . . . heard Ranboo curse, before? At least not frequently enough to make it normal. This is maybe the third time he can think of, off the top of his head. Tubbo drops what he's working on and stands up. Folds his hands behind himself. Makes himself look up and across the room at his two friends.

Ranboo has his hands in his hair, tugging violently, purple sparks pouring off him. Tommy is slumped in the chair by the door, looking worn and tired and half a second from crying.

"I thought you knew I was prepared to do anything to keep you two safe," Tubbo starts, slowly. "I remember I made myself very clear about that, back when we first began all of this."

"Tubbo," Ranboo begs, near tears, "Tubbo I didn't think that would include murder."

"But it wasn't murder," Tubbo points out, because it wasn't. "It was self-defense. He was going to kill you guys, and me as well, if I didn't stop him."

"But you didn't stop him, Tubbo, you killed him," Ranboo says, pleads.

"I did stop him! I stopped him permanently!" Tubbo protests.

Ranboo looks like he's going to keep talking; Tommy looks like he wants to sink through the floor. Tubbo holds up his hand for silence. Ranboo, as riled up as he is, politely obliges.

"No, listen. We've been tracking this guy for four months. We've been targeting his informants, messing with his suppliers, interrupting his heists, saving his victims. He was always going to try and take us out. We were always going to get to this point. I was more than ready to do the old bag and tag, drop him at the authority's doorstep, but I'm also not stupid. Of course I was going to prepare for every scenario."

Tubbo quiets. Looks at Ranboo's face, full of pain and guilt. Looks at Tommy's face, full of understanding and resignation.

"This has always been a war. I just . . . I thought I wasn't the only one who realized that."

Ranboo snaps his mouth shut. Squeezes his eyes shut too. There is a tremble in his lip, a twitch in his eyebrow, little tells that mean he's seconds from crying.

"I can't deal with this right now. I'm- I'll be- I'll see you guys later," he says, and then he's gone in a shower of purple sparks.

"What about you," Tubbo says quietly to Tommy.

Tommy raises his eyes from where he's been staring at the floor. There's blood on his face, Tubbo realizes. It's not Tommy's.

"Tommy?" he asks gently.

There's something haunted in Tommy's eyes now. Some loss that he's contemplating, something irreversible that's happened that Tommy will keep self-contained until it bursts out in ugly words and thoughtless actions and dangerous ideas. It scares Tubbo, to think he's the cause of this change. It isn't a comfort, to know that it would have happened eventually anyway.

"I think Ranboo's right, Tubs," Tommy says, and it sends a lance of fear through Tubbo's chest, "I can't deal with this right now. I think I need some, some time to process."

Tommy stands. Wobbles, for a moment, like his feet haven't caught up with his head. Turns to the door, realizes he's still wearing his suit. Presses the pattern that causes it to disengage with startling ferocity and then in stark contrast lays it gently across the seat he just vacated. It hurts, in a way that Tubbo can't articulate, to see Tommy pulled to such extremes.

"See you at school, Tubbo," Tommy says, and then he's gone.

Tubbo goes through the motions of collecting Tommy's suit, cleaning the three suits of blood and grime and damage, and resetting their cores and supplies. He cleans the lab on autopilot. Sets the computer running on testing some calculations. Turns the lights off. Goes upstairs to his basement room. Sits for a half an hour in the dark. Goes up to the kitchen and sits in the dark there.

Schlatt gets home late, from wherever it is that he works, and jumps and curses when he flicks on the kitchen light to see Tubbo sitting at the table. When Tubbo turns, eyes wide and tears running down his face, Schlatt softens. Reaches out and tucks Tubbo to his chest.

Tubbo isn't sorry. He knows he did the right thing. It's still overwhelming, the first time you take a life.

. . .

When Tubbo goes back to school, he's expecting Tommy and Ranboo to ignore him. He gets it (even if they're wrong about the validity of Tubbo's actions), because they apparently weren't as mentally prepared for the consequences of their actions as he was. He's not going to hold that against them, he's not a terrible friend.

Tubbo isn't expecting Ranboo to scoop him up in a hug as soon as he walks through the front doors.

"Urmph," Tubbo says, from where Ranboo has him squished into his shoulder.

"I'm still mad at you," Ranboo says.

"Mphph," Tubbo says.

Ranboo squeezes him harder. Tubbo is starting to get concerned for his air supply.

"But we're still friends," Ranboo continues. "We're still- we're still partners in crime. I don't want you to ever think that I . . . I don't want you to think that there is ever something you could do that would make me stop wanting you around."

Tubbo forgets about air for a second. Smushes his face a little further into Ranboo's shoulder.

Ranboo sighs and puts him down.

Tubbo gasps in a breath dramatically. Ranboo rolls his eyes and flicks Tubbo's forehead.

"Hey! Ow . . ." Tubbo says, rubbing the spot.

"Tommy's going to have my hide for keeping you so long to myself," Ranboo says. "C'mon."

Ranboo slings a long arm around Tubbo's shoulders and steers him through the waves of students trying to get to their classrooms. He doesn't let go until they make it to homeroom, and even then only to get through the doorway. Their seats are right next to each other; Tommy's is right behind Tubbo's seat. His spot is still empty (Tommy has never once been on time for anything in his life).

Ranboo reaches across the aisle and holds Tubbo's hand.

True to form, Tommy skids through the door seconds before the final bell rings. He's got a big triumphant grin on his face, and it takes some of the weight off Tubbo's shoulders when he bursts into laughter at Tommy's face and Tommy laughs with him.

Tubbo and Ranboo lift their arms and Tommy slips under them and back to his own seat. A few minutes later and Tubbo feels Tommy prop his foot up on the back of Tubbo's chair.

It's not a proper conversation. It's not forgiveness or approval. But it is Tommy's olive branch, offered via a muddy sneaker to the back of Tubbo's nice clean shirt.

Tubbo will take it.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy jack and tubbo

requested: yes/no

an: part 6 of the great adventures series - swimming with the boys

warning: cursing

an: starts with tubbo&y/n friendship as i had an idea, sorry if tumblr messes up paragraphs again, tried to make this gender neutral i’m sorry if it doesn’t come off that way, as always anything with y/n and the others especially tubbo is platonic

twitter had been going crazy the past few days. you had been telling your community something was happening, however you weren't going to tell them what. today was the day you were going to reveal what was happening, tubbo made a tweet that he was outside, and sent you a text he was in your street and to start streaming.

you started your stream like any other stream, however this time you were streaming from your phone rather than your pc, and at a much later time. you spent 10 minutes talking to chat, making comments that someone was going to randomly walk into your room of course your chat didn’t believe you until,

“Hiya y/n!”

tubbo walked into your room and stood behind your chair leaning over in order to give you a hug. chat started spamming asking what was going on.

“well chat tubbo is here for a reason and we’re not allowed to tell you why, but we did decide to stream late for a reason. you may notice it’s getting dark outside, however we’re doing a camping stream, except you ain’t watching us sleep!”

the stream wasn't going well, you and tubbo couldn’t put the tent up, mainly because you lost the pegs for the tent. you did however have an air mattress and two thick blankets. you both looked at each other and nodded. within 10 minutes the air mattress was blown up and had a blanket laying on it, and you and tubbo sat comfortably chatting to the viewers. within minutes the pair of you were trending again, this time with pictures of you both sat together with the blanket and fairy lights wrapped around you both so that you could both be seen on stream.

“well chat it’s getting pretty late we’re going to do something for a little while-”

“STARGAZING!”

“guess we’re going to stare at the stars for a bit, then figure out if we actually want to sleep outside. we will see you all later, thank you all for showing up to this random stream. i’m gonna raid ranboo, goodnight!” you waved goodbye and tubbo ended the stream for you. a shooting star was passing, full of excitement you tapped tubbos thigh and pointed at the star telling him to make a wish. the pair of you laid on the air mattress under the stars, eventuality you both drifted asleep.

the both of you woke up to the sound of your mother telling you that you had around an hour to get ready before jack and tommy would be there. soon enough, as always you and tubbo were sat in the back of jacks car while you set off on your adventure. like normal, you all sang along to the radio, until you and tommy decided to yell at random cars that passed you, giving jack flashbacks from the time he took you and tommy to tesco and a lake. this went on for a long time as the water park was a lot further than any other adventure you all went on. “is now a bad time to say i can’t swim?”

“are you joking y/n? please tell me you’re joking!”

you just sat laughing, tubbo took this as a sign to tell the now concerned jack that you could in fact swim, you just wanted to see their reaction.

“i thought you both said you were never going on an adventure with us again?”

“you know what they say...people change like the tides in the ocean...did i say that right?”

you and tommy filmed the intro to the vlog and then you all walked into the changing room. you and tubbo went off straight away to get ready, tommy and jack instantly commented on how warm it was, then putting the blame on the lights that looked like the sky, before deciding to get ready. like the others you wore a shirt over your swimsuit, the four of you then made your way to the pools.

“holy shit!”

“what the fuck there’s no one here like at all!”

you all passed the lifeguards on the way to the pools, thanking them for their service. you could already tell this was going to be a long day for them watching over all four of you, especially because you and tommy kept joking about drowning each other.

“this is ours...for the whole day!”

you stood recording your pov whilst tommy ran into the water, the rest of you following shortly after. for a few minutes you all decided to float in the wave pool, realising that shouting you were drowning or couldn’t swim probably wasn’t your smartest idea. everything was going well till you heard tubbo shouting to you and tommy as he realised he still had his phone in his pocket.

“next vlog is going to the apple store so tubbo can replace his phone..”

whilst he went to put his phone away, tommy dragged you under the water with him and jack for a split second, and wouldn’t tell you why.

“stop tryna drown me!”

you watched as tommy struggled to climb onto the surface nearby, followed by tubbo climbing on and being pushed off in seconds.

walking up the stairs you and tommy joked about this being physically exhausting,

“you both literally did a military assault course...this is a water park for children.”

you started defending your point that this was a lot more exhausting, especially as your ankle had only just healed from the military assault course. once up the stairs you were met by a capsule, you knew this as jack kept repeating that it was one. “thanks, jack we all know it’s a capsule now!”

you stood with jack as tommy decided to go first. you couldn’t lie you were thankful he was going first as that thing looked scary as hell, tubbo clearly agreed with you as you turned around to see him nervously laughing and walking around in circles. you turned around to jack making several comments about how scary it is, “looks like something jigsaw would put you in. it even has a control thingy.”

“i was taking you seriously till you said control thingy.”

you stood as a group watching as tommy got ready to go down the slide, you were nervous for him. you stood counting down as jack waved and tubbo stood with his hands covering his face as tommy went down the slide. jack went down next and like before you and tubbo waved him off. “hope you don’t die bossman!”

it was now time for you or tubbo to go

“are you going tubbo? you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

you messed with his hair as he nervously laughed, questioning if he should go down. “i’ll go down first. if you don’t wanna go down, that’s completely okay, you can go down the stairs.”

you got into the capsule, tubbo watched nervously as the lifeguards began counting down. he waved as you were sent off laughing and screaming as loud as possible. once you were with the others, you stood waiting for tubbo to come downstairs.

you and tommy stood questioning a lifeguard about if he knew your friend george before you all made your way to the next slide, this time the four of you were carrying inflatable rings with you. you went first again, screaming due to the fact you started spinning. within a couple of minutes the others stood impatiently, waiting for you to pass them on your way near the end as they were told that they’d be able to see you go by. “oh look there they go!”

tommy went down next and encouraged you to go with him to the spinny thing he saw earlier rather than wait for the others. you agreed and made your way to the slide with a lifeguard asking him what he thought about the pair of you.

“he thinks we’re awesome y/n!”

“i agree tommy.”

the pair of you stood looking for tubbo and jack. tommy found them first and lightly tapped your arm pointing to the childrens pool, causing the pair of you to laugh.

tommy went first and you stood laughing as you heard him scream.

"just wanted to see if it was safe, you know?”

it was then your turn to go down the slide. you honestly loved it and it very quickly became your favourite slide there. as soon as you got out the water, tommy was waiting for you to go to the others. you both made your way to where you saw them last, the children’s pool.

“i am the leader of the children’s kingdom!”

you tilted your head to the side as tommy told him what he said was dodgy.

tubbo informed you all that the wave pool was on so the four of you ran to the wave pool. you and tubbo stayed together floating as the waves were rather light, and tommy bragged about you both going on the hard slide whilst they stayed in the children's pool. once tommy finally got his goggles off, he was met by you and tubbo floating. the water constantly splashing over your face and jack messing around under the water.

“y/n is drowning!”

“no, we're riding the waves.”

you looked up to notice tommy and jack constantly jumping up then going under the water shouting.

the four of you walked with the lifeguards to the next slide. tommy attempted to make conversation with one of them, however it didn’t go to plan, resulting in everyone else laughing. you stood with tubbo listening to jack joke about tommy having to sit on his lap, it was only till tubbo pointed out there was three slides.

“ill go down after you tubbo!”

“nonsense y/n you can go down with me, they can do that, right? they just have to sit in front of me and i keep them safe?”

the lifeguards nodded, so tubbo helped you get ready before the others were also ready to go down the slides. they counted down and the four of you raced down, you and tubbo made it down first. you cheered before pulling tubbo into a hug. jack came down next followed by tommy, claiming that he won the race. after arguing who won, the four of you went down again for a re-match. you and tubbo won yet again and tommy finally called it quits. you overheard tommy telling jack his face throbs because he’s ageing followed by jack getting his age incorrect

“jack i hate to tell you this, but you’re wrong hes 17 now.”

tubbo wanted to go down the spinny slide and dragged you with him, whilst the others went swimming in the other pools. you went first and tubbo followed shortly after, he noticed you waiting for him and reached his hand out to you so you could help him up, or so you thought. this was not the case, instead he decided to pull you back into the water whilst laughing. “TUBBO!”

after few minutes of tackling each other in the water, you decided you probably should find the others so they don’t think you both drowned.

“i’m not built for this kind of action, i’m made for much more relaxed things.”

“me either, wanna watch the office later with ranboo?”

“you read my mind!”

the pair of you went to go find the others. as the floor was now extremely slippery from all four of you walking around, you nearly fell several times. tubbo then made you hold his hand so you didn’t fall and hurt your ankle again, “i’m not 4 tubbo.”

“maybe not but you’re extremely clumsy...where the hell have they gone? WHY IS THERE A WATER JET THING?”

“i think they’re drowning tubbo!”

you were both told they turned up the intensity of the wave pool. you then ran to the wave pool whilst tubbo ran to tell the others. a few moments later they ran to the pool to see you floating with the waves, or at least you were trying to do that.

“think they're drowning again!”

jack swam over to you and dragged you over to the others. the four of you then swam joking about being pulled into the waves, and how you were drowning and needed a lifeguard. once the waves stopped, you stood with jack as tubbo and tommy prepared to race by running across the floats that lay on the water. within seconds they fell and you and jack bragged about how you could do better, so of course they made you both race against each other. somehow it was possible for the pair of you to do worse than tommy and tubbo as you both instantly fell.

you all made your way to the fast moving water. jack yelled to tubbo that it was rapid, this however did not stop him as within seconds he was dragged away by the water. tommy grabbed your arm and swam into the water taking you with him.

“hold me y/n!”

“you’re weighing me down bud go hold onto jack!”

tommy clung onto a bar, jack followed. you and tubbo however did not and would have continued to go around if jack didn’t grab tubbos hand, and you didn’t hold his. “HEY I'VE ALWAYS SEEN THIS IN FILMS!''

“NOT THE TIME Y/N!”

“we saved them we're heroes!”

the four of you went to the hot tub for a few minutes to relax, as the afternoon was pure chaos, and to ‘celebrate tommy and jack saving you and tubbo.' you sat laughing as tommy struggled to put his swim shirt back on and was asking jack to help him, despite jack repeatedly saying he wasn’t going to help him clothe.

not long before the final slide, you and tubbo ran off to get the double ring so you could go down the final slide together. jack found the pair of you spinning around whilst singing ‘you spin me right round baby right round like a record baby,’ you all then made your way to the final ride. tommy and tubbo bickered for a few minutes about who got to go down the slide with you, whilst you and jack just stood laughing. jack joined the conversation telling them to either pick or he was going down with you, tubbo wasn’t having this and pulled you into his chest “mine!”

“fine you can go down with y/n,” tommy rolled his eyes.

tommy and jack went down first, a few minutes later you and tubbo were sent down the slide. laughing the entire time as tubbo cheered about the fact he won. you were sat in the front, then tubbo announced he could reach your hair, and began playing with your hair. in other words you now had a tangle in your hair that was going to be a pain to get out. within seconds you made it to the colourful sections of the slide, “Y/N LOOK ITS ALMOST AS BRIGHT AS YOUR HAIR!”

“I'D HIT YOU, BUT I CANT REACH!”

the first half went well, but you ended up going backwards down the second drop.

“SHITTTT!”

once you got off the slide, tommy told tubbo he was going down the capsule slide since he was the only one who hadn’t gone down, and ended up going down the slide with you. you agreed to wait at the bottom of the slide so you could greet him when he came down, 5 minutes later you were met with a unhappy tubbo who instantly pulled you into a hug.

“YOU DID IT BESTIE!”

“that was awful!”

once you made it back, jack dropped you and tubbo off at yours. you thanked them for taking you both, and tommy told you to keep checking your discord as he was planning something. you agreed and said your goodbyes. you and tubbo went up to your room, you set up netflix whilst tubbo rang ranboo, nights like this were your favourite. you were huddled up under the blanket with your best friend, whilst on call with one of your other best friends, watching your favourite show. tubbo noticed the tangle he left in your hair and began untangling it, he went on to start playing with your hair whilst the office played in the background. hours later ranboo ended the call to stream, leaving you and tubbo to fall asleep in each other’s embrace.

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