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Adventures of Superman #515 (August 1994)

Massacre in Metropolis, Part 2: the ice cream heist turns fatal! As seen last week, Massacre and his wormy little sidekick, Skimmer, have come to Earth to steal ice cream for a space mobster, but Skimmer ends up doing all the work while Massacre goes straight to punching Superman. In fact, Massacre cares so little about completing the mission that he punches Superman right into the spaceship carrying all the ice cream, causing it to come crashing down and explode. Superman, Massacre, and Skimmer survive the explosion but the ice cream, sadly, does not.

Massacre gleefully pummels Superman, who's having trouble punching him back -- Massacre always seems to know exactly what his next move will be and act accordingly. After deducing that Massacre doesn't have psychic powers (otherwise he'd be taunting him with stuff like "I bet Lois is making out with Jeb Friedman right about now!"), Superman figures out that he's predicting his moves by "sensing nerve signals," whatever that means.

What's important is that Superman deliberately misses Massacre with his heat vision in order to drop a wall on him from behind by surprise, and then just starts beating the crap out of him while Massacre is too distracted to sense any nerves or whatever. The massacrer has become the massacred!

Meanwhile, Superman's own wormy little sidekick, Jimmy Olsen, is taking photos of the fight from a rather flimsy-looking half-destroyed bridge, as a worried Lois looks on. Skimmer, who is also worried about his guy losing (and ending up stranded on Earth), sneaks up on Lois and takes her hostage. Lois, however, is pretty used to being kidnapped by "meta-weirdos" by now, so she quickly frees herself...

...at which point the entire bridge starts collapsing due to a blast shot by Massacre. Superman is able to save Lois and Jimmy, but Skimmer is buried by the rubble and it looks like he's about to go the big Ben & Jerry's in the sky. Supes wants to take him to a hospital (it's Metropolis; they probably have a whole unit for aliens crushed by debris during fights), but a weirdly emotional Massacre says no. He says Skimmer may be a bug but he's his bug, so he wants to transport him to a "xeno-med" instantly, which is his only chance of surviving. Superman agrees, and as Massacre disappears with Skimmer, he says something about having "learned his lesson well."

On the final page, we see that, after leaving Skimmer at the space hospital, Massacre retired from punching and now works a normal office job at a space insurance comp-- wait, no. He actually just let Skimmer die while he sat on an asteroid, thinking about how he's glad his little pal is dead now, because that means his rivalry with Superman is now personal.

(No, he's not cheekily winking at the camera, he just got a swollen eye from the fight.)

Creator-Watch:

As with Massacre's first appearance, artist Barry Kitson is credited as plotter in this issue, with regular writer Karl Kesel handling dialogue. You can sort of tell they're working Marvel style (art goes first, then the writer figures out what the characters are saying) because the narrative style is WAY more action-driven than your average Kesel comic, and some of the dialogue has a distinct "OK, what do I make them say in this one?" vibe to it.

This might explain why parts of the fight feel repetitive, as Don Sparrow points out (but I'll let him talk about it in his section below!).

Plotline-Watch:

When he goes off to take photos of the fight, Jimmy leaves his clothes-scavenging partner Lucy Lane with the white-haired girl from Adventures #514, who turns out to 1) be named Case and 2) want to be a rock star. In fact, she and some friends are currently looking for instruments in the wreckage of a music shop so they can form a band called the Riot Grrrls and play at the upcoming Metropolis benefit concert. They're nice enough not to ditch her, but Lucy doesn't really fit in with the group; she's more of a Tiffany person, as we find out.

Lucy apparently doesn't realize that the "Babe" mentioned above is Jimmy's old friend Babe Tanaka, now a big death metal star (as mentioned in Man of Steel #36), whom she should probably remember from that time they were both turned into vampires and almost slayed by Robin. Or maybe Lucy does remember Babe but she's playing dumb because she's still jealous of that time two years ago when she saw her "kissing" Jimmy at the hospital...

The Massacre/Doomsday comparisons continue. Don Sparrow says: "Massacre gets more of a push, with still some more Doomsday invocations, as Lois' fretting establishes that Superman had an easier time fighting Doomsday than he did Massacre." Because, you know, he could actually lay a punch on Doomsday. Lois' concerns turn out to be misplaced (one distraction and Massacre turned into a punching bag) but I think we should cut the girl some slack; she did just watch her guy get beaten to death a few month's ago, in the comic's timeline.

After successfully ricocheting his heat vision to drop that wall on Massacre, Superman thinks: "And Ma said Pete and I were wasting our time in that pool hall!" Imagine young "aw shucks" Clark Kent and Pete Ross angering redneck hustlers by being inexplicably good at pool. Why wasn't that included in the World of Smallville miniseries?! Why wasn't the whole mini about that?!

Plug-Watch:

SPARROW ALERT! Don will be appearing at SaskAssemble AND Sask Expo Regina in September, so if you're from those parts, go there and confront him about his shameless Jimmy Olsen apologism.

If you're using League of Comic Geeks (sort of a Letterboxd for comics), I've started an account where I'm slowly posting blurbs from our older blog entries in the corresponding Superman '86 to '99 era issues, so feel free to follow along! I'll also be (briefly) commenting on the non-Superman comics I do read from time to time, including the '90s DC stuff I scour for Superman references for the Super Titles Round-Up posts. Be warned that you might suddenly see like 40 Zero Hour crossover issues show up in your feed...

Shout Outs-Watch:

Riot Grrrl-loud shout outs to our supporters, Aaron, Chris “Ace” Hendrix, britneyspearsatemyshorts, Patrick D. Ryall, Bheki Latha, Mark Syp, Ryan Bush, Raphael Fischer, Kit, Sam, Bol, Dave Shevlin, and Dave Blosser! Join them (and get extra non-continuity articles) via Patreon or our newsletter’s “pay what you want” mode!

Oh yeah, Don is also appearing RIGHT HERE AND NOW:

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

We start with the cover, and it’s a little bit of déjà vu, a conceptual mirror image to last week’s Superman #92, where Massacre was decking Superman. On this week’s cover, Superman is striking back. Apart from the reference to the previous cover, this one is fine, but maybe a little stiff and static.

Inside the book, we’re greeted almost immediately with a big old explosion as Superman, Massacre, and Skimmer’s ship crash back down to the rubble that is Metropolis, miraculously hurting no one important.

An odd thing in these fire-lit pages is that aside from slightly curlier hair, it’s hard to tell Lois Lane apart from “Dis”, one of the Riot Grrrls. The image on page 4, though, of Superman’s fighting stance in the flames against Massacre, is a good one.

The art team seems to thrive at drawing teeth, which are prominently featured in a sequence of panels on pages 11 and 12. Say what you want about intergalactic villain Massacre—he takes care of his chompers.

The battle scenes here are well-drawn—generally Barry Kitson is a terrific and consistent penciller—but there is something repetitive about the fighting. Apart from Superman’s heat vision bank-shot, it’s literally just a slugfest, with the fight choreography just being haymaker after haymaker.

It’s not only visually a bit repetitive, but seems to forget that Superman learned to fight smarter (using his flight, heat vision and arctic breath more to his advantage) in his second fight with Doomsday.

To this point, Skimmer seemed like a harmless hanger-on, so it’s a bummer to see him go full villain, threatening (and very nearly groping) Lois Lane. Nice to see Lois do some hand to hand combat to free herself, and her dialogue about not being a damsel in distress is in-character.

The images of Massacre crying are unintentionally hilarious, as is Superman’s stern, vice principal like admonishing that so long as Massacre continues killing, they’ll remain enemies, BUT HE’S FREE TO GO. [Max: I always took the "crying" as a side effect of the beating, since it's only in one eye and it's the one that looks swollen on the final page. Maybe Massacre's blood is white? Or maybe Kitson intended it as blood but the editors toned it down to avoid implying Superman punched someone's eye off.]

I suppose Massacre staying would threaten Skimmer’s survival, since Massacre says he’s taking off to tend to his care, but still, this seems super weird and casual after they’ve built Massacre up as an unstoppable killing machine for three issues.

SPEEDING BULLETS:

You might be sitting there thinking an excessive amount of time is being spent on the characters Azuki, Case, Dis, Margo and Sinda forming a band, a band called the Riot Grrrls. If that’s what you’re thinking, you’d be right. [Max: Maybe once Kitson learned he'd be plotting the issue he said "Awesome, I can turn it into a backdoor pilot for my Riot Grrrrls comic pitch!"] Aside from taking up a lot of panels and not really advancing the story, I also have to chuckle at the on-the-nose band name, which Is also the name of a Pacific Northwest punk movement or genre. Calling your band Riot Grrrls would be as literal as naming your band “Seattle Sound” or “Grunge Music” in 1994. On the plus side, Dis mentions Bessolo Boulevard, which we’ve established is a reference to the adopted name of tragic 50’s Superman, George Reeves.

I had thought that Case’s mention of “Shonen Knife” was some kind of in-universe slang (the Legion books were always establishing future slang terms, as were off-worlders like Lobo, whose expression “Feetal’s Gizz” became almost like a catch phrase, or in Batman Beyond, the young people called things “shui”, an apparent abbreviation of the principle of feng shui) but that’s just because I wasn’t sufficiently hip to know that Shonen Knife was an all-girl Japanese pop-punk band. In our universe, even! So Case was dismissing her lyrics as being too close to a Shonen Knife song. Which one? I have no idea.

A little later in the story, the Riot Grrrls take up two more full pages to scavenge the rubble of a music store, called Tom N’ Nancy’s Music Mart. I believe this is a reference to frequent Karl Kesel collaborator Tom Grummett, and his wife, Nancy Grummett (a celebrated potter/artist in her own right, in these parts). [Max: And the store seems to be located in Grummett Ave., too!]

There’s also pop culture references, one to Teen Talk Barbie, the controversial 1992 Barbie doll who famously said “Math class is tough” (among 270 other less offensive phrases, including ��I’m studying to be a doctor”) earning the ire of the National Council of Teachers of Mathematics. The doll is misquoted in this issue as having said “Math is hard.” Lucy Lane also shows her pop culture illiteracy when Margo mentions lead singer/vampire harpy Babe Tanaka, and Lucy asks if she’s anything like Tiffany. Pop singer Tiffany (nee Tiffany Darwish) was largely out of the public eye by the mid-90s, and a far cry from a Riot Grrrl.

Seriously, it’s just so weird to try to give Massacre a heart, like he’s a big softie at the end! [Max: Whether he was crying or not, I still think he should join the Riot Grrrls and write a heartfelt song the sad passing of Skimmer.]

#superman #barry kitson #karl kesel #ray mccarthy #massacre #riot grrrl case #skimmer #lucy lane #massacre and the riot grrrls - skimming my heart #clark and pete: pool fiends

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butididntpourthewhiskeys · 1 year ago

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D O P A M I N E

Chapter III

🎧: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQeBFjbo4KQ

She sits there, sandwiched between her family, right around the big round table in the middle of the cozy living room. Her uncle Andrew tells everyone about their recent vacation to Hawaii, and in the corner of her eye, Taylor can see her mother nodding at everything she hears with a smile. She’s in desperate need of a beach holiday. And so is Taylor. While unlocking her phone, she makes the mental note to plan a nice getaway with Matty and her family. After the past six months of this little human disrupting life as they knew it before, a tropical holiday is definitely needed. Taylor checks her phone screen for the tenth time in the past thirty minutes. She swallows once, then carefully opens the baby monitoring app again. The little boy in the big bed upstairs seems to have turned his head to the other side a few minutes ago. Aside from that, he’s still peacefully sleeping in the big bed that’s theirs for the night. Taylor doesn’t even know why she’s so anxious all of the sudden, but she has to stop herself from not running upstairs and just grabbing the little body and holding it close to her. Maybe it’s because this is the first time that her baby is sleeping in a house that’s not hers. They have security with them, and made sure the house is as safe as possible. Still, she worries. As always when it comes to this little human being.

"Are you okay, honey?" she hears her mother's voice close to her ear, pulling her out of her thoughts. Of course, her mother would notice her staring at the sleeping baby on her screen. Taylor nods quickly, but Andrea can see from her face that she's not fully herself tonight. She knows that Taylor's been a lot more irritable since becoming a mother. But still, she notices that Taylor's drifting away in her thoughts quite a lot tonight. A sense of uneasiness that she's lacking this weekend.

"Yeah, I'm just... it's weird that he's sleeping in that room all by himself, so... far away from me. I just... I think I'm going crazy," she says, almost laughing at herself while placing the phone on the table in front of her. She knows her phone will go off the second there's any movement or crying in the room upstairs. Time to put the phone down for a second. She looks back at her mother, who gives her a warm smile. She's been there too, it seems.

"Have some dessert, and your mama hormones will calm down." Andrea laughs at her daughter and moves the little plate filled with Alison's world-famous pumpkin pie into Taylor's direction. Taylor smiles, and a "thank you" rolls off her lips. Of course, her mom still offers her to eat the dessert first. Just one of the many kind gestures she's always known from the warmth of her mom.

"Where's Matty? His special order of pumpkin pie with vanilla ice cream is coming right up and will be melting soon," she hears Alison's voice yelling from the kitchen. Suddenly, she feels all these uncomfortable stares on her. She swallows a bit, unsure how to react. In fact, all she's been trying to do in the past few minutes was to distract herself from the fact that she knows he's struggling yet he prefers to be alone rather than talk to her. She doesn't want to seem uncomfortable, doesn't want anyone around this table to suspect that something is going on. She clears her throat, then slowly gets up.

“Uhm, I think he.. he got a work call a few minutes go.” she says, a little fake smile escaping her lips hoping that her story makes sense. Because the truth is, she doesn’t know where he is. She doesn’t know where he went to blow off some steam in this house.

“Okay honey, can you tell him to come sit back down? If not there will only be melted ice cream.” Alison replies and Taylor nods, slowly leaving the living room off to find him for a second time tonight.

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<Shit, I should’ve texted you. Sorry. Just wanted to get away for a few minutes. Want to come join me?>

<Don’t laugh, okay?>

Taylor stares at her phone, suddenly receives a shared location from him. She clicks on the pop up message, can see on the little red dot that he’s less than 10 mins walking distance away from the house. She zooms in. What on earth is he doing? Running away from her family’s thanksgiving dinner just to blow off some steam? She can’t believe him sometimes. As much as she loves sharing her life with him, and the fact that he will forever keep things interesting and exciting, she sometimes wishes she could look into his soul. See the things like he sees them. Understand his fast, intelligent and chaotic mind that she loves so deeply.

Taylor has to laugh quietly while standing in the hallway, staring at the lid up display of her phone. He must have walked to a gas station?

<Don’t tell me you’re hiding at a 7 Eleven from me.>

It takes less than two seconds and he sends her a picture as a reply. She can’t help but giggle. He’s just sent her a selfie of himself inside of what seems like a Starbucks. The background is lid up, and he’s holding up a coffee cup with the dark green coffee logo. She can’t believe him sometimes. But she also knows he needs his space whenever he’s not well. She’s learned that in the past 15 years of knowing him. She’s learned that while supporting him in his therapy. It’s his way of carving out space to find new mechanisms to not indulge himself in substances. And she’s glad he’s been able to find ways to deal with it. Healthy ways. Non-destructive ways. Even if that means he wants to be sitting at a random coffee shop all alone to clear his thoughts in the middle of the night.

<It’s actually a Walmart. Come join me. Not a single soul here.>

She can’t help but laugh once more, wants to reply but then hesitates. She can’t believe he’s sitting inside a Walmart. On Thanksgiving. This weirdo. Taylor checks the time on her phone. 10.25pm. Of course no one else is shopping at Walmart at this hour. She looks up again, takes a deep breath. Time to live a little?

<I’ll get a hot chocolate with caramel syrup and whip cream. There in 10 minutes.>

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“Where are we going exactly?” Brandon asks, takes a look at Taylor through the review mirror of the big range rover. She can tell that the strongly built man is confused to drive her around, all by herself, on Thanksgiving eve in this tiny town. She reaches for her seatbelt, has to giggle a bit about herself. She’s glad she reached for her navy wool coat. It really is cold outside.

“So apparently my husband decided to spend the rest of the evening at Walmart. It’s like.. five minutes from here, I think.” she says, already leaning forward to share the location he just sent with him. Brandon takes a look at the map, then slowly starts driving. Taylor leans back, takes a deep breath. As weird as this situation is, she has to admit that she craves to get away for just a bit too. She can’t remember the last time she was at a Walmart? It must have been at least fifteen years ago.

Taylor checks her phone again. Thank god her mother promised to go upstairs, and check on Marly. She’s so lucky to know that her baby is always in the best possible hands whenever her parents are around.

“I think we’re already there, miss.” Brandon says after what feels like a minute of driving. The big car pulls up and drives through the big empty parking lot. It’s not a normal parking lot though. This one is massive. Right next to the gas station she could see on Google maps earlier, she can now also see the huge Walmart. This really is Texas.

“I’ll be right behind.” Brandon says as he parks the car right in the first parking spot near the entrance.

“Sounds good. I think there’s not many people in there at this hour anyways.” she says, leaves the car with the big man right behind her. He gives her some space, never walks right besides her to at least make her feel like she’s not under surveillance when she’s in private. Taylor enters the big department store, can already see the big Starbucks logo on left hand side. This store really is huge. The smell of plastic and cleaning products reminds her of past days. When she was younger, she would love to go shopping at Target or any of these department stores on the weekends. Getting a large Starbucks drink and roaming the stores with her mom. Memories of her life, back then, when she was just a normal person running errands like everyone else in this country. Without paparazzi hunts or fans building groups around her.

With the white wool beanie on her head that she got last week, Taylor slowly walks across the sterile shiny floors. The radio is running in the background. Only one cashier is busy. It really seems like no one else had the idea of going shopping here on Thanksgiving eve. Not a single soul looking at her weirdly. No screaming. No nervous laughters. A nice feeling of normalcy on her chest for once. Even though there’s nothing normal about being at Walmart at 11pm on Thanksgiving eve.

After a few more steps, Taylor can see the big Starbucks counter, filled with lots of sweets. The girl behind the counter smiles at her. It’s a confused, nervous and insecure smile. She knows exactly what thought process she just went through. From confusion, to denial, to nervousness. It’s really true that no one would probably expect her in a Walmart in a small town in Texas on Thanksgiving. Taylor just smiles kindly at her, hoping deeply that she won’t take out her phone and film her the next second. Just when she looks away again is when she can see the familiar man sitting on a chair on one of the small tables by the window, right in the corner. He turns his head to look at her, and the smile she’s met with almost still makes her knees go weak. She doesn’t say anything, just slowly opens the buttons of her winter coat and sits down across him. He still smiles, a little laugh escaping his lips as he carefully moves the warm cup closer to her. Her hands are being warmed in an instant.

“Nice to meet you, you look just like your pictures.” he says with a smirk. Taylor wants nothing more than to stay serious, but she can’t help escape a little laugh too. She takes a first sip from the comforting hot drink in her hand, closes her eyes relishing the sweetness. She just loves chocolate. As well as whip cream. All of the things she so happily indulges in since she’s pregnant.

“I actually like meeting strangers at Walmart in the middle of the night. It’s just a normal thing I do, you know? When my husband is busy with work.” she replies, and it makes him laugh. Matty just can’t stop staring at her. All these dark thoughts on his mind, that almost seemed to kill him from the inside a few minutes ago seem to have vanished. Now that he can look into her face again. Now that she sits there in front of him at Walmart with her blue eyes and short nails, the little eye bags and her bangs that are ever so messed up since taking off her beanie. It’s been ages since he experienced her in an environment as mundane as the four walls of a department store chain. He’s always loved reality with her, more than anything else they do. Because both of them are very much aware that the majority of their lives happens in a non-reality like universe. A beautiful, privileged bubble that not many get to experience. A bubble, that the both of them almost never get to leave.

But not tonight.

“Thanks for joining me, my love.” he says then, his voice suddenly on a level of gentleness that it hasn’t been before. She can feel him reaching with his hand for hers. He still looks at her, hasn’t stopped looking at her face since the second she walked in tonight, a little laugh escaping his mouth as she puts her drink down. A mustache of whip cream is covering her upper lip.

“Can I kiss you?” he says then.

“Not here.”

“Baby, there’s no one here.”

“Okay, but..”

In that second, Matty has already leaned across the table, stolen two gentle kisses from her lips. When he sits down again is when she can see him licking his lips, clearly enjoying the taste of her caramel whip cream. She suddenly realizes, carefully reaches for her upper lip to check if she’s got any more whip cream stuck on there.

“You could’ve just told me, you know.”

“Nah, this was more fun.” he says, doesn’t let go off her hand, just leans back in his chair and takes a sip from his coffee.

Silence comes over them. The radio in the background is playing an old Justin Timberlake tune. Matty just sits there, staring at the blonde woman in front of him. She doesn’t say anything either, just gives him this one look he knows too well.

“So?”

“So what?”

She sighs, her hand definitely not letting go off his right now.

“What are we doing at Walmart instead of being at Alison’s house at this time? Where my entire family is at? Where our baby is fast asleep…”

Matty doesn’t reply. He just sighs, takes a look outside of the window. It’s pitch black outside. There’s a huge digital banner at the end of the big parking lot that switches from advertising an insurance company to a bunch of fruit displayed. A local fruit shop. They really are in the middle of nowhere.

Matty can feel her squeeze his hand gently, taking him right back to reality. He takes a deep breath, looks back at the familiar face across him.

“I just wanted to get away for a bit. Just went for a walk and decided to get a coffee. Then you texted, and I couldn’t think of anything better than to get away for a bit with you instead of just being by myself.”

Taylor feels her heart growing, swallows for a second. She’s never been more thankful for any explanation he’s ever given her before. He’s being honest, and it fills her heart to know that he still chooses her. That he still wants to spend time with her. Still looks at her with the same amount of gratitude and love as he did back then.

“It’s been a while since we went on a date just you and me.” she replies then with a little smile on her lips, and Matty laughs quietly.

“Is this a date?”

“You bought me a drink and we’re sitting around a table that’s not ours, in public.”

She convinced him. He adjusts himself a bit, then sits upright again. Both his elbows on the table, his head hunched forward to be able to speak with her a bit closer.

“I was thinking a bit, clearing my thoughts while walking here, and I.. I just want to apologise to you.” he says then, a bit more serious than he was a minute ago. Taylor still hasn’t let go off his hand, just sits there across from him in her coat. A slight smile on her lips. She places her cup in front of her to have both hands free. Both hands free to wrap around his hand. To hold onto his hand as tight as she wants to. For the rest of her life.

“My head’s been everywhere this week. I just.. I feel ashamed sometimes when I get confronted with that aspect of my past. Especially when I’m around your family. Because it becomes even more obvious to me then, that you deserve so much better. And all I can..”

“Will you shut up?” she interrupts him. She can’t believe he says this. If only he knew how much better he is than any other man in her life before.

“I’m just being honest. You know. Sharing my feelings with you.”

She sighs. His eyes are fully focused on his hand now, and especially on the way her small hands are caressing his. She’s so gentle. She’s so full of love. He can’t believe she decided to get married to him. He can’t believe she’s his. After all these years.

“Matty.” she says in a soft voice, not demanding, not mad or as passionate as she was before. He looks back up into her eyes. A moment of calmness overcoming him. “I love you. You’re the best person for me. Stop these thoughts please. Nothing about your past will change what we have now. I was there back then, remember? I’ve seen you at your worst and I’ve seen you today. And I’m so proud of you. And I’m so… in love with you. Stop these thoughts, my love. Promise me.”

He lets her words sink, and just nods. She’s right. The more he lets her words sink in, the more he realizes that this train of thoughts was caused once again by his anxiety. By his anxiety that always comes up when thinking about Trevor. About Trevor’s laugh, and the warmth of his family. The smell in his nose whenever he walked into his parents house hallway. The very first day they met at school back in Manchester when he was just a kid. The very first day he showed him how to find the right vein, for the right shot. The right shot of clear crystals in his blood stream. The right shot to take his life away.

He swallows.

“I love you, too.” he just says quietly, a whisper more than anything else. He knows so well that this is the only way to ease his pain.

Her love. The cure for everything else these past years. She looks at him, her left hand caressing his stubbly cheek for a moment.

“Also, I don’t want you to apologise. I’m glad you share with me whenever you’re not feeling great. That’s what I’m here for.” she smiles at him. He can tell that she’s so much happier than she was an hour ago. He can tell how happy she is that he’s let her in. And Matty nods, manages to fake a smile as well.

“You’re unreal.” he just sighs, moving her hand closer to his mouth. He’s ready to leave these dark thoughts behind. Just for tonight. He gently kisses the back of her hand.

“Thanks for coming on a date to Walmart with me. Brings up some memories for me actually.”

She giggles, takes one more sip from her cup and just looks at him with a smile.

“Here, have you tried this? It’s so good. The whip cream with the caramel drizzle.. might be my new pregnancy craving.”

She’s already shoved her drink into his hand, and Matty takes a sip. His face looks disgusted all of the sudden. He looks back at the cup, opens the lid for a second to reassure himself that she’s not drinking poison, then looks back at her. She already has to giggle at his face. He looks as disgusted as back then when she made him try the celery juice she always drinks while being on tour.

“Your taste buds are broken, my love.”

“Shush.” she laughs, rolls her eyes and enjoys the warm drink herself again. Matty laughs at her jugging down the sweet drink. He has no idea how she can drink the whole thing without feeling sick. It’s sweet. More than sweet. A sugar rush that will make her shaky in a bit, that’s for sure.

“How are you feeling? How’s little bean doing in there?”

She has to smile at his words. She loves whenever he calls the baby in her belly ‘little bean’. When she was pregnant with Marly, he would always call the embryo in her stomach ‘tiny bug’. It’s his way of loving whatever is growing in her stomach even before having met the baby. She smiles.

“Little bean is good. I’ve been feeling pretty good, just a bit tired. I can’t believe I’m not nauseous this time around, but let’s not jinx it. Maybe keeping busy really is the secret to not feeling pregnant. Like, I’m too busy with Marles than to feel tired or sick. It’s actually amazing.”

He carefully listens to her talking, his chin resting on his left hand. He smiles. With every word, he feels like realizing more and more that there will be another soul living with them soon. Another bundle of love, that will absolutely turn their lives around. Again. Making humans with her was something he always wanted, but never dared to actually do. Until there was that second pink line on this test. Out of nowhere. Unplanned but oh, so so wanted.

“You’re superwoman, you know that?”

Taylor has to laugh at him.

“Stop it. You’re weird tonight.”

“When have I not been weird.” he replies in a thick accent. But she knows. She knows he’s extra clingy these days. He looks at her with a certain level of gratitude these days. She loves seeing the love in his eyes these days, that is extra strong at the minute. But at the same time, she knows he suffers. She knows he suffers, and their connection is his only cure right now.

“You know what I think?”

He looks at her in expectation, his coffee cup already empty.

“I think we should go shopping now before heading home. Haven’t been to Walmart in ages. Let’s get some candy, and some slippers. Maybe they have some cute stuff for the cats. Their pet section was always amazing.”

Matty pretends to be annoyed. But she knows he loves this, can’t hide a smile from her. She gets up, reaches for his hand and pulls him up as well. He sighs, wraps his arm in the big old leather jacket around her shoulder. He presses a kiss onto the fabric of her beanie and lets her drag him into the first isle of the big store.

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“Here, what about this one? I think this one will absolutely make sure your tree will go up in flames..” he mumbles, holding up a box of fairy lights shaped like Santa Claus. He can already hear her giggling, a few meters away. In her high heels and her short hair in a beanie, she just gets back to him. Her red lips forming a smile.

“Nah, I have a color theme. Remember? I said green, gold and burgundy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How could I forget.” he says with his big curls, making her giggle again.

“Give me that.” he mumbles now, reaching for the shopping basket in her hands. She doesn’t really react, doesn’t want to show him how appreciative she is of this little gesture. She knows that he would hate to admit it. But he does have a soft side to him. It always jumps out whenever he’s trying to hide it away the most.

“Okay, so we got… fairy lights, napkins, candles…” she mumbles to herself, looking at the shopping list in her phone.

“Mental breakdowns…” he adds to her list, making her giggle again. He loves whenever that happens.

“I think we’ve got it all, actually.” she says proudly. Matty nods, the christmas playlist playing in this Walmart making him sick to his stomach. But maybe it’s not the background music. Maybe it’s the fact that he knows that having gotten everything that was on her shopping list will mean that they’ll be done soon. That his chance has passed.

Taylor starts looking around, almost as if she’s trying to find her way back to the check out section. And he’s not having any of it. Maybe, it’s time to be bold.

“Hey, I think we forgot something…”

“Really? Wh…”

The second she feels his lips on hers, is the second her brain starts to melt. She didn’t expect him to be this gentle. She didn’t expect him to do this, right here, right now, right in the middle of the Christmas section.

He slowly pulls back, his hand still gently on her cheek. She swallows once, almost seems out of breath.

“Sorry, I just.. I had to..”

“It’s okay. It’s.. you’re allowed to do that.” she starts mumbling, and it makes her laugh. He loves making her feel this way.

As they stand there, caught in the moment of their very first kiss, two pounding hearts and the smell of smoke in her nose, the bustling sounds of Christmas shoppers in the isle right next to them seems to fade into the background. The world is on pause, as if granting them a private moment amidst the chaos of this time a year.

Taylor looks into Matty's eyes, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. She brushes her fingers through his curly hair for a second. His cheeks flush with a mix of nerves and exhilaration, realizing he has taken a leap of faith for once. They both sense the electricity between them, a magnetic force drawing them closer. Suddenly, nothing really matters. With a shy smile, Taylor leans in for a second kiss, deepening the connection for a moment. Time slows down as they lose themselves in the soft touch of their lips, savoring each moment of this unexpected intimacy. Savoring each moment of her becoming bold suddenly, her hands still securely on his cheek.

As they make their way to the checkout a few seconds later, the atmosphere seems to have changed. The aisles that once felt ordinary and mundane now brim with a sense of magic and possibility. The Christmas lights twinkle with renewed brightness, mirroring the sparks that ignited between them.

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Taylor opens her eyes. The first thing she sees is his face. She closes her eyes again for a second, stirs once more before opening her eyes up a second time. Morning light is flooding the room. He smiles at her from his side of the bed. His hair as messy as mostly when he’s just woken up. Grey brown curls in all directions. A very active, very happy baby on his back right between them. His father’s protective hand on the small belly. Marly is stretching his legs out, a cooing noise escaping his mouth while his tiny fist almost punch his mom’s face. Taylor rubs her eyes then. She loves to find Matty’s hand gently caressing the baby’s stomach. It seems her boys have spent the morning waking up without her.

“Morning, my love.” he smiles at her. His hand leaves his son for once, and lands gently on her soft cheek. She knows her hair must be messed up and in all directions. But the way he looks at her makes her feel at her best again. The most gentle smile. He loves her. She feels it in every ounce of this moment.

“Morning.” she murmurs, the side of her head still in the big pillow of Alison’s guest room. Her hand now on the baby’s cheek, kissing the bald head good morning.

“Gimme a kiss.” she hears the sleepy man next to her whisper, feels him come closer and then enjoys every second of peace in her while he just casually gives her a gentle good morning kiss, leaning over the baby between them.

“You guys are up already?” she says with sleep in her voice, and Matty laughs quietly. He seems to be in a much better mood than last night. She loves it. She loves the inner peace it brings her.

“I woke up to someone sucking my nose, as if it was a boob.”

Taylor has to laugh instantly. This has happened already a while ago and it was a picture for the gods. Marly sometimes mistakes fingers or noses or other objects that are suckable for the place where he gets his food. A good indicator that someone’s ready for breakfast.

“It happened again?” she laughs, already sitting up a bit to steal her baby a big kiss on the chubby cheek. Matty just remains still, leaning with his back against the bed frame, and nods. He loves watching her right now. He loves how much sleep there is in her eyes. He loves how gently she just sits up, wearing one of his old 1975 shirts that’s way too big on her. How she leans down to her baby, stealing the happy baby what feels like a dozen kisses. Marly starts giggling, wiggling his legs in excitement. He can’t help but laugh, too. These are these moments. These moments that will change his heart forever.

“You’re so funny… you are so funny, you know that?” she whispers in a high pitched voice at their son, and Matty has to laugh as much as Marly does. Taylor notices Matty’s smile as she reaches for her baby, places him securely in her arms. She moves around in bed until she finds a comfortable seating position, leaning against Matty’s torso, sitting upright in bed. Her naked feet securely tucked into the warm bed sheets from before. She casually lets herself fall against him, loves feeling his arms wander around her already. One hand on her thigh, and the other one stroking her long blonde hair away from her neck, so that he can kiss the spot gently while she starts freeing her left boob, adjusting her baby right underneath her. The little boy needs less than five seconds to latch onto her, and starts chugging down his breakfast. Both Taylor and Matty have to laugh at him. He seems to be extra voracious today, loud swallowing noises coming from the little mouth.

“He’s got the thirst from his father.”

Taylor turns her head, gives him an annoyed but amused stare.

“Come here.” he mumbles then, helps her lean back an inch to be fully cuddled into his arms. He lowers his head to kiss her shoulder once, then looks at his baby just like she does. An unreal feeling to see these beautiful green eyes staring back at them. A one in a billion chance to ever be able to look into his son’s eyes. One in a billion and he still shares this moment with these two humans. Matty’s right hand wanders to her stomach. She welcomes the gesture, moves her head to his face then. She looks at him with puffy eyes and smiles, doesn’t need to say anything else. He can’t wait to meet their second angel.

And neither can she.

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“Alright, do we have everyone on board?” Alison yells, while standing in the door frame. Half of the Finchley’s are out of the door already, whilst the other half is still getting dressed for the cold. Ready for a true autumnal walk through Kingwood park. One of the most beautiful areas to be at during winter. The leaves are still colorful, the trees not too empty and naked as they are in almost any other part of the country now. It was Taylor’s idea. One of the things she always tries to do, now that she’s a mother. She wants her son to experience seasons. She wants him to leave the house, not just grow up in between four protective walls. She knows that the risk of someone taking a picture is there. But she’s doing the most to enable him to grow up normally. Seeing colorful leaves on the ground. The fresh air of autumn. Her favorite season.

“Andrew, Scott, Austin, Maureen, Jackson - you can take the first car. We’ll take the bigger one with the baby.” she already organises the big group to get going. Taylor has got Marly on her arm already. A small bag wrapped around her torso, her favorite green scarf wrapped around her throat. But she’s not the only one dressed ready for the cold. The little boy on her arms is packed up in a warm winter jacket. The tiny beanie with cat ears is covering his bald little head. He looks so cute, isn’t even crying at all. He just looks around all fascinated by everyone gathering outside and jumping into one of the cars one on one.

Matty is still busy unbuckling the baby shell from the portable stroller they brought. He’s just getting a look from Alison, and has to laugh as well. He’s got two diaper bags around his shoulder as well as the maxi cosi in his hand now.

“Are you guys sure you’ll need all this for an hour of a walk..”

“She’s the boss.” Matty just replies, making Alison laugh as he already disappears by the car to store the bags securely in the back. Taylor just looks at Matty and rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know if we’ll need all this but I just want to make sure we have everything in case.”

Alison laughs at her niece, closes the door behind her. She knows what it means to be a mother for the first time. It comes with a lot of anxiety and uncertainty. Always wanting to do the right thing.

“That’s fine. Let’s get going, darling.” she says. Andrea and her aunt Marjorie’s husband Greg both get into the car. Matty signals Taylor to hand Marly to him.

“Get in and I’ll give him to you when you sit.”

Taylor hands him the little boy, then slowly makes her way into the mini van. She sits down right behind the driver, facing the little baby’s car seat next to Andrea and Matty. She reaches for the little boy and places him gently in the car seat. Andrea immediately helps her to buckle him up securely while Matty gets into the car himself. Unbelievable how much effort it is these days to go for a walk somewhere.

“Are you sure you want to sit this way, honey? Do you get car sick?” Alison asks but Taylor shakes her head, already fastening the seat belt herself.

“No, if I sit this way I can have an eye on him.” she says, and everyone nods. The car starts driving and Matty opens the hood of the little grey maxi cosi a bit more. Marly looks up at him, then back at Taylor who’s sitting right in front of him. He looks confused, doesn’t really understand where they’re going.

“Where are they dragging you now, huh” Matty jokes, making everyone in the car laugh a bit. Andrea starts talking about the last time she visited Kingwood park. Taylor watches Marly’s eyes getting smaller and smaller. But what makes her feel warm inside is the fact that he’s holding onto Matty’s big finger for the entire drive. It melts her heart how much they love each other. Taylor looks out of the window. She loves driving through new cities, seeing people walk on the pavement and just live their day to day lives. She listens to the conversations of everyone, slowly closes her eyes for a second.

She opens her eyes for a second time today, realizes she’s still sitting in the car, and they’re still driving to Kingwood park, at the very Northern end of the city. Alison told her that the ride would be a little less than an hour, but she didn’t expect the drive to take them around oh so many curves and bumps here in nature. She turns her head to the front, finds Marly still fast asleep in his baby shell. Matty smiles at her, still in the midst of a conversation with her mother. She looks outside again. The scarf around her neck making her feel like she can’t properly breath. She swallows once, feels this exhaustion in her legs again. It’s weird. She’s used to feeling tired, but this is a next level tiredness. She takes a deep breath. If there’s one more bump on the road, she might actually get sick. With her hand, she just holds on tightly to the scarf on her lap. This can’t be happening. She can’t be getting sick now. Taylor looks outside of the window, taking a deep breath. Of course she can feel that Matty feels that something is up. He’s still listening to the conversations in the car, but reaches for her hand now. Just when she touches him is when he looks at her a bit more worries than before. Her hand is cold and sweaty. She’s shaking.

“You okay?” he says then, and everyone suddenly stares at her. She would’ve loved if he hadn’t said anything. But maybe, it was the right call.

“I don’t.. I just feel really dizzy and..”

“Mate, can we please stop the car for a second?” Matty already yells at the driver, who stops the car at the sideway of the road. Taylor just brushes her bangs out of her forehead with her free hand, the shaking of her fingers being visible to everyone now.

“Honey, what’s going on?” Andrea says now, can clearly see that her daughter is as pale as a white wall. She holds one hand in front of her mouth, as Matty already opens the door, helps Taylor to step outside for a second.

She just stands there, taking deep breaths. Her entire body in her wool coat is shaking. Matty’s arms wrapped around her from the side.

“You okay?” he whispers, she just shakes her head.

“I just.. I’m so sorry. I just got so dizzy and… nauseous.” she mumbles, and he can still tell that she’s shaking. Her hands that hold onto him are cold, sweaty and shaking more than he likes to see.

“Come here, sit down for a second.” he says, walking with her to the pit of the highway and helps her sit down for a second. She needs fresh air right now.

“Do you.. do you need to..?”

She doesn’t say anything, just shrugs her shoulders. If she wasn’t feeling so dizzy, she would definitely be more than embarrassed now. Her family, including the driver are just witnessing her having a pregnant breakdown in the car. If she actually throws up on the side of the road now, they will officially think she’s lost it. She just covers her eyes, taking deep breaths. She can’t throw up now. She can’t throw up now.

“Do you have some water?” she then hears Matty asking everyone in the car. It takes less than a second and Andrea gets off the car as well, handling him a bottle of still water. Matty takes two steps closer to her, sits down in front of her and opens the cap, handing her the plastic bottle instantly.

“Honey, is this from driving backwards? You never had problems with that, did you?” Andrea just looks at Taylor in worry.

“I.. I don’t know. I just got super shaky and sick suddenly. Was weird.” she mumbles then, sipping on her water bottle, praying that her mother won’t get the obvious. It’s true that she never suffered from motion sickness. She never does. Unless she’s pregnant, apparently.

“I’m so sorry guys.” she says, still shaky and pale. She just sits there, in the middle of nowhere, next to the big car, praying that she won’t throw up in front of everyone. Matty knees in front of her. Of course, he’s worries. She can see it in his face. He takes the water bottle from her, then reaches for her ice cold and sweaty hands again. He looks at her, wants to reassure himself that she’s okay.

“Stop apologising. Want a snickers bar? To get your blood sugar up again? We can also drive back and get some rest.”

She shakes her head. Just the thought of food could result in her vomiting right here, right now.

“No, I.. I just need a few minutes. Fresh air is good.” she says, just sits there. Everything is still turning. Little stars in the corner of her eyes. She hates whenever this happens. It happened only twice in her life. Once when she was sixteen and had a bad sun burn, and once last year. Being pregnant and not having eaten enough.

Matty sits down next to her, his arm around her making sure she’s supported and comfortable.

“No rush, baby. Take your time. Drink this.” he says, handing her the water bottle again. She looks back at him, then nods. Thank god she’s got the most caring person by her side, as always. She takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels herself slowly coming back to her senses as her mother’s eyes meet hers. She knows. Taylor should’ve known that she knows. Andrea just smiles, having figured out in Taylor’s face that she understood and then slowly gets back into the car.

It takes less than five minutes, another desperate try of Matty to get her to take a bite from the snickers bar he found in the car door until Taylor gets up and feels ready to get into the car again. But this time, she’s taking Matty’s seat. He insists. As she sits back down on the warm cushion, she can feel everyone’s worried looks on her.

Uncomfortable. More than uncomfortable.

“I’m good. I promise.” she says, a smile on her face again. She does feel better, takes one quick look at the sleeping child next to her. Matty looks at her with a questioning look. She knows that she just needs to say a word and they’d be on their way back to the house. She appreciates it. But she’s okay. She will be okay.

Just in that second, she can feel her phone vibrating in her small bag. She reaches for it, can see that she’s got a missed call as well as a text from Matty’s mother. She clicks on the notification and reads. Her heart stops beating for a second, and her stomach almost churns once more.

She swallows, texts her back and looks at her husband in front of her. This time, he’s the one looking out of the window. She doesn’t know why, but a bad feeling creeps onto her chest. A really bad one.

#dopamine #dopamine fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #taylor swift fanfiction #taylor swift #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #maylor

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lildreamycyclone · 4 months ago

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Can I req a fluff spive fic? First kisses perhaps :3c

Okay... I PUT A LOT OF EFFORT LMAO

Daisy Bouquet

(Ship: Spive, Category: Teeth-rotting fluff)

Bive quickly trotted through the park, to the hill nearby, trying not to panic, as she squeazed a messy little bouquet in her sweaty hand. She was very nervous since she decided to confess her feelings to Split. Her heart beated like a golden bell, as she was trembling. Such jitters… As soon the self-proclaimed detective looked up, she saw Split. The centaur sat on a lovely bench, under the white blossom tree. She hummed some silly songs to herself, waiting for her friend to arrive. She looked so adorable, especially when sunlight shone in her glasses. Bive took a sharp inhale, puffed her chest, and walked up the hill. It will be alright. "Umh… H-Hi, Splitsy…" she grined awkwardly, waving to Split. The centaur turned her head and smiled, waving back. "Hello, Bivey! There will be some time before sun sets down… It's always sunset-ional, isn't it?" she giggled, as Bive sat next to her. She noticed that Bive was holding something in her hands. "Oh, what is this?" "T-These are s-some flowers… f-for you…" Bive muttered, looking away, showing her bouquet of daisies. Split's cheeks turned a little pink, as she took the bouquet. "Aww, that's so sweet, Bivey!" She chuckled softly. Hearing her made Bive feel butterflies in her stomach. Split's voice was like a lovely melody… She was now so flustered that she almost forgot why she wanted to meet Split in first place. She just peeked at Split in silence, as the centaur sniffled the bouquet, swaying her legs back and forth. After a while, Bive took a very deep breath. It was time. No more worries. "Y-You know… You a-are a very dear friend… t-to me…" she started carefully, still shivering. Split turned her head in curiosity. "Oh, thank you!" She smiled. "B-But I realied t-that… You are actually… v-very special to me…" Bive looked away shyly. "Y-You are the… kindest, funniest and p-prettiest girl… I-I ever knew…" Split listened to all these words, her cheeks blushing. It was so nice to hear that. She was also very attached to Bive, in fact… "Y-Your laugh warms m-my heart… s-so much… A-And any time y-you smile… i-it feels so wonderful…" Bive's glasses turned foggy. She was panicking, but could not stop speaking. She was so scared she would say something dumb, her heart was beating frantically, her entire body felt so hot… But she did not say the most important thing yet. "A-And well… I-I think… I fell in love with you, Splitsy…" Bive became quiet. She was shaking in mix of embarrasement and anxiety. She took of her glasses with her quivering hands, so she could wipe her tears of fear. Did it sound stupid? Will Split ever treat her the same anymore…? Split's etes shone, as she gasped softly. Bive loved her! Actually, Split also had very special feelings for her… Bive was always caring and protective for her. Some people may think she was crazy… But it was just a lonely soul in beige cloak… "Oh Bivey…" Split gently caressed Bive's hands, stroking the black fuzzy hair on them. Bive turned to Split and sniffled loudly. She looked at the centaur with puppy eyes, if she even had those. "Did you know I also love you?" Split said, smiling blissfully. She leaned very close to Bive, their noses almost touching. Split knew Bive did would not believe her, but the centaur already had an idea how to prove her words are genuine. She slowly closed her eyes… With this, their lips touched. Bive was absolutely shocked by the sudden kiss. She had sparkly fireworks before her eyes, she thought it was a dream… But it was true, it was real. It was the best moment of her life so far. Her entire face was flushed, her eyes melted like ice cream on sun. Oh, she wished it was forever. After a minute that felt like a century, their lips separated, and Bive gasped for air. Her inhale was so dramatic that Split giggled. Bive stood still like a statute, her braincells trying to understand what just happened. "Please. Let's do it again." She said suddenly, making Split laugh again. "As you wish, Bivey!"

JESUS I PUT A LOT OF EFFORT TO IT LIKE HOLY MOLY

#regretevator #spive regretevator #split x bive #regretevator bive #regretevator split #first kiss #fluff #teeth rotting fluff #lesbian

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geralt-of-baevia · 8 months ago

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Call It What You Want: Chapter Eight

pairing: nobreakout!joel x f!ofc (Violet Fletcher)

rating: explicit, MDNI 18+

word count: 3.7k

summary: Seeking solace from a painful breakup, Violet relocates to a tranquil town, purchasing a neglected house to renovate. In her new neighborhood, she befriends Harlow, who introduces her to Joel, a gruff and seasoned contractor with a heart of gold. Despite Joel's initial grumpiness, Violet finds herself drawn to his expertise and hidden kindness.

As Violet immerses herself in home renovations alongside Joel, their dynamic begins to shift, with Joel unexpectedly opening himself up to the possibility of love. Their budding relationship faces challenges as shadows from their pasts emerge, testing their newfound connection.

warnings/tags: alright folks. dirty talk, softdom!joel, hung!joel, kitchen sex, nipple/breast play, vaginal fingering, p-in-v sex, unprotected p-in-v sex, one pussy slap, oral sex/cunnilingus (female receiving), size kink, consent king joel miller, baby. 😎

a/n: uhhh, maybe after you read this I'll have some water waiting for you to cool down? bahahaha, just kidding. but man, these two finally get freaky and thank GOD. 😈

The next week flew by faster than I realized. Joel and I dove headfirst into the house. While he was fixing things like the roof and crown molding, I was alternating between painting rooms and baking pies for taste testing.

It turned out Harlow was right, Frank and Bill loved my croissants and asked me to bake them a few pies to try. They just used frozen pies, but for years had been wanting to have homemade ones instead. Once Joel mentioned that damned apple pie I made the day he came over to them, they knew they wanted to potentially sell them at the diner.

Saturday afternoon, Bill and Frank, along with Joel and Harlow, all got together to taste tested the four pies I made. Apple, banana cream, lemon meringue and cherry. I figured those four gave a range and variety to show off my skills. The chorus of ‘oos’ and ‘ahhs’ rang throughout Bill and Frank’s dining room. I giggled to myself, hiding my smile behind my hand. I had forgotten how much I loved making food and it making people happy.

“Goddammit, Violet. Where did you learn to bake like this?” Bill asked in his gruff voice, greedily cutting a piece of the lemon meringue to try next.

“Now I can understand why you said Joel was eye fucking that apple pie. This is fucking amazing, Vi,” Harlow mumbled through a mouthful, causing Joel to choke on his bite. Frank and Bill broke out into giggles at her statement, Joel blushing as he coughed.

“Violet, how many pies a week can you bake?” Frank asked, putting his fork down and wiping his mouth with a napkin. I sighed and stared off into the corner, mentally doing the math.

“Well, we can do this. What I did at my bakery was prepare pies in advance and then each morning I would bake the pie before opening the shop, like when I would also bake the bread and stuff. Then give it time to rest before serving. So what if I prepare two of each pie you’d like me to make, I’ll freeze them raw. Then we can see how quickly you go through those pies to know what is the most popular and what you go through the fastest,” I rambled, “But to answer your question straight I can bake four pies a day and prepare like 8 a day.”

“Violet, I’m very impressed with you,” Frank told me, a beaming smile on his face, “that plan sounds great. We can talk about costs in private.”

I giggled. “I respect your professionalism Frank, but I’m just going to tell Harlow and Joel any way. How much were you thinking per pie?”

“$50 a pie? And make whatever flavors you know sell, I trust you on that,” he said with a friendly wink. “Will you make five different flavors? 10 pies total? Would you be willing to do half of the payment now and the other half when you deliver them?”

“That sounds perfect, Frank. And you two are welcome to keep these pies I made,” I said with a smile.

“The hell they are. This pie is coming home with me,” Harlow said, grabbing the apple pie and putting it next to her plate. We all chuckled.

The following evening I stood and stared at my kitchen, it was a complete mess. I was a complete mess. Flour, sugar and various fruits were all over me and had stained my hands. I had only cut myself once, which was a miracle. But six pies sat in my freezer ready and done. I had obviously miscalculated to Frank how long it would take me to prepare the pies, but I had to remind myself I was a little rusty and used to working with an assistant.

I made two cherry, two pecan and two apple. Tomorrow would be banana crème and chocolate creme. But for now, I needed to be done. It was almost 8pm, and I had been going since noon. I began to clean up, but then I heard that all too familiar knock at my door.

It was Joel.

I didn’t care if I was a mess or the kitchen at this point with him. When I opened the door, Joel’s hand was up, me interrupting his second knock.

“What happened to you?” He asked, looking me up and down.

“I’ve been baking pies all day,” I told him. His eyes lit up. “No, that doesn’t mean there’s any pie for you. You just had some last night and if you want anymore you’ll have to wait until you buy some from Frank at the diner.”

His eyes grew wide. My words came out harsher than I meant them. “Wow, I’m sorry I-”

“No, no, I’m sorry, Joel. I’m just very tired and frazzled and I need to clean the kitchen and shower-”

“Well if you let me in, I’ll clean the kitchen for you while you shower,” he offered, raising his eyebrows at me. I sighed.

“That would actually be wonderful,” I stated. I let Joel in and we both headed to the kitchen.

“Oh this isn’t that bad at all, I’ve got this,” he told me. I watched in amazement as Joel went over to the sink and put my dark green apron on before collecting dishes off of the table. He looked up at me and gave me a smirk. “Go, shower and don’t worry about this.”

“Thank you,” I told him. He gave me a wink, and with that I turned around and headed up the stairs. I took a longer shower than normal, just basking in the heat of the water, almost forgetting that Joel was there.

When I was done showering, I dried off and got dressed in pajamas in my room. I threw on a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized sweater. In the shower I had decided to ask Joel to stay over. Part of me felt like he wanted to, coming over at eight at night.

I headed back downstairs and to my surprise, Joel had not only cleaned the kitchen, but had food waiting for us to eat together on the table. Joel looked up from the fridge as I entered, wine in his hand. My eyes started to well up at the sight.

“Hi,” I moused out with a smile. I bit at my bottom lip as Joel set the wine down on the counter and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as I placed my hands on his chest.

“How was your shower?”

“It was nice. Joel, this is so wonderful. You didn’t have to-”

“Maybe not, but I wanted to,” he said with a scrunch of his nose. I quickly wiped tears away from under my eyes with the sleeves of my sweater.

“Why?”

He chuckled, shaking his head at me in amused disbelief.

“Because Violet, you deserve it. You said last night that you were going to be baking all day, and when you texted me earlier saying you were on your last pie I went and picked up food for us. It’s what Harlow said she sees you order all the time,” he said with a smile. My heart felt like it was swelling in my chest. I just beamed up at him, speechless at his actions. The way he continued to take care of me amazed me. He did it just because he wanted to, not because he had to.

“So, I thought we’d eat this and have a glass of wine and then-”

Without another thought, I cut Joel off mid sentence. I reached up and grabbed his face to pull him down into a deep kiss. I needed to kiss him. To touch him.

Joel reacted immediately, his hands eagerly grabbing at any part of me he could. I felt one of his hands sneak up under my sweater. Soon it found what it was searching for, cupping my breast. I moaned against his mouth as his rough fingertips found my nipple, pinching and twisting it. His other hand slinked down my shorts and grabbed at my ass, keeping me close.

My mouth broke away from his to breathe as he planted sloppy, needy kisses down my neck.

“Fuck Joel,” I panted out. He removed his hand from my shorts and released my tit, much to my dismay. Joel picked me up under my ass, my legs wrapping around his waist, all while still kissing and biting at my neck. My arms clutched onto his shoulders as I felt him walk me backwards. Soon my ass was placed on the counter to sit. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, rubbing my throbbing core against his hardening cock.

His hands tugged at the bottom of my sweater and I lifted my arms above my head so that he could take it off. He looked me over for a second, a wicked smile playing on his face.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said as his eyes took me in. His hands reached up and cupped both of my tits, massaging them roughly and causing fire to spark between my thighs again. I placed my hands on either side of Joel’s head and guided his face to between my tits.

He took in a deep breath, breathing me in before kissing and biting at still damp skin. I let out a loud cry as he pinched both my nipples at the same time. He removed one of his hands and replaced it quickly with his mouth. I clutched onto him as he bit and sucked at my nipple, still twisting the other one in his fingertips.

“Joel…” I whined out through a moan. I had never felt so needy, the space between my legs aching. He looked up at me, my nipple still between his teeth. I watched with quick breaths as he released it from his mouth, my nipple now swollen and peaked. He reached around and hooked his thumbs under my knees, prying me off of him. I watched confused for a moment as he knelt down, but then I realized what he was doing.

Joel reached up and grabbed at the waistband of my shorts. He tugged them down as I lifted my ass up, discarding them to the side. My breathing became shallow as he spread my legs apart, he was now eye level with my aching, wet pussy.

“Fuck, Vi…” he said, his eyes turning dark with lust at the sight before him.

I leaned back on my hands, bracing myself against the cold quartz of the countertop. He began to kiss at the inside of my thighs, making his way painstakingly slow towards my core. Joel placed one of my knees over his shoulders and pulled my ass a little closer to the edge.

Joel hovered over my pussy and I felt like I was going to explode if he didn’t touch me. Moans formed in the back of my throat as he kissed the outside of my slit, crying out as he began biting lightly at my pussy lips. My mouth gaped open as I watched him slide his strong nose between my slit, the tip of it hitting my clit and causing me to cry out again.

Joel looked up at me, a cheeky grin on his stupid, sexy face.

“You like that, Vi?” he asked, kissing the inside of my thigh. Before I could answer, he did it again. When I didn’t answer him soon enough, I was shocked when he slapped my pussy, causing a surge throughout my body.

“I asked you, did you like it?” he questioned again, his voice stern now. “I expect an answer when I ask you questions.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I liked it,” I replied through heavy breaths . He smiled.

“Good girl.”

Before I had anytime to respond, he dipped his tongue into my slit and swiped his tongue against my clit.

“Fuuuuuck, Joel,” I whined out. He smiled to himself before dipping in, this time burying his face in my pussy. My arms buckled and I fell back against the countertop, catching myself on my elbows.

He pulled away for a moment to mutter out how I ‘tasted so good’ before diving back in. I reached down with one of my hands and raked it through his hair, gripping at it.

Joel began to suck on my clit, causing my hips to instinctively grind against his face. He moaned against me, causing that familiar tension to build between my legs. I knew what was coming, but I wasn’t ready.

“Joel-Joel I’m gonna-”

Before I could finish my sentence he gripped onto me tighter, his strong arms locking my legs into place. He moaned again against my clit, alternating between licking and sucking on it.

“Joel-Joel-“

In a matter of seconds I was peaking, shockwaves causing my body to convulse with my loud orgasm. Joel continued to circle his tongue around my clit as I came, letting me ride it out.

I laid back against the counter, my breathing heavy as I was still reeling. Joel got to his feet and pulled me up off of my back, and against his warm chest. He leaned down and kissed me hard, feeling myself get turned on again already as I tasted myself on his tongue.

“But, I wanted you to-”

“Do you think I’m done with you?” he practically growled low in my ear. My eyes grew wide and without another word, he picked me up. I relaxed against him as he led us out of the kitchen, my legs still feeling like dead weight.

My heart began to race again as he ascended the stairs, heading straight for my bedroom once he hit the landing. Once in my room, he set me down on my bed. I immediately reached out and began undoing his belt. While I undid that and his jeans, Joel began working on the buttons on his shirt. At almost the same time we got done. He pulled off his shirt and discarded it to the side before pulling down his jeans and boxers, kicking them off.

My eyes grew wide. Joel was much bigger than I had expected. I reached out and wrapped my right hand around his cock. He let out a sigh of relief as I began stroking him.

“God, you’re so big,” I told him, looking at him through hooded eyes.

“Hmm, I can’t wait to fuck that pussy of yours,” he said, his eyes closing in pleasure. His head fell back as I quickened my pace, moans escaping his parted lips.

I stopped the movements with my hand and released him from my grip. His head snapped back down, looking at me intensely. I bit at my lip as I scooted back on the bed, laying so that my head was at my pillows. Anticipation rippled through my chest as he kneeled onto the bed and started crawling towards me.

Once Joel was hovering over me, he leaned down and crashed our lips together again. I wrapped my limbs around his naked frame and pulled him down on top of me. Joel moved to lay to the side of me, and I met his eyes with a curious expression.

“Spread your legs for me,” he said. I followed orders, bending my knees and letting them fall to the sides, one of my legs resting on Joel’s thighs.

I watched as his right hand trailed down my torso, my chest rising and falling as my breathing sped back up.

“Joel, it’s been a long time since I’ve had any-”

“Shhh, don’t worry. We’re going to get you nice and ready for my cock.” He slipped his hand down to my pussy and grabbed it, massaging me gently with his palm. My clit was still extra sensitive and sore, so this felt amazing. I tried to spread my legs a little more as I felt his middle finger dip into my slit. He circled around my clit softly for a moment, eliciting soft moans out of me.

I couldn’t help but moan out Joel’s name as he plunged his thick finger into my pussy. He moved very slowly, letting my walls adjust to him. I grabbed onto him where I could, trying to keep grounded. After a moment he began to move his finger in and out, producing more moans from me.

As soon as that felt comfortable and I began to thrust against him, he added another finger. I winced out in pain for a moment, but that pain quickly turned to pleasure again.

“Are you okay? Am I going too fast?” Joel asked, scanning my face for an answer. I nodded eagerly, not being able to form any coherent words.

My walls adjusted again as he began to finger fuck me with his fingers, my pussy stretching and getting wetter with every thrust.

“Joel, Joel I need you,” I quietly begged.

“What was that?” he asked in a devilish tone. He was such a fucking tease.

“I need you,” I said a little louder.

“Hmm?”

“Fuck Joel! I need you to fuck me with your cock!” I said loudly through gritted teeth.

My pussy squelched as he finger fucked me a few more times before pulling them out. He started to move his hand to wipe me off on the bed, but I stopped him. He watched curiously as I brought his messy hand up to my face. His jaw slackened as I put his two wet fingers in my mouth and began sucking and licking my juices off of them.

I groaned as he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and started moving so he was sitting on his knees between my legs. He roughly grabbed onto my hips and pulled them up onto his thighs. I watched as he lined the head of his cock up with my pussy with one of his hands, the other holding me still.

Without another thought, Joel began to slowly plunge his cock into my center. Even though he had stretched me out with his fingers, it still ached as I adjusted. I closed my eyes and breathed and he continued to push into me, filling me up to the brim. We stayed like that for a moment, allowing me to get used to his size. He reached down and gently stroked my clit, causing my pussy to tighten again around his cock in pleasure.

“Jesus, Violet. You’re so tight,” he breathed out, “you feel so fucking good. Am I hurting you?”

I shook my head, words failing me again. After another moment I finally spoke. All I could say was, ‘start moving.”

Joel’s eyes lit up. I began to feel empty as he almost pulled all the way out, but not for long. He thrust back into me, it aching less. After a few times of him moving slowly, he began to quicken his pace.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back in my head as he held a steady pace. Moans escaped both of us as he fucked into me, my pussy gripping his cock.

“Joel, fucking hell,” I mumbled out, bliss taking over my senses. Suddenly Joel pulled out of me, granting a whine from me. He slapped my pussy in response.

“Roll over,” he said, in more of a demand than a request. I moaned and slid down off of him before rolling over onto my stomach. Joel grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up onto a fours. I laid my upper body back down, arching my back and sticking my ass up more in the process. As he slapped my ass I turned around to look at him the best I could, only being able to see him roughly out of my peripheral vision.

I almost melted into the mattress as I watched him lick his finger tips before rubbing the saliva he had collected on the head of his cock. His eyes were hungrily fixed on my cunt. I spread my knees out, just enough for him to kneel in between them. I felt again as he lined himself up with my pussy, this time sliding in much easier at this angle.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered out as he filled me up again. Joel let out a heavy moan as he began to thrust in and out of me, going slowly again at first. But that’s not what I wanted.

“Joel, harder,” I told him, my face half smothered in my pillow. He thrust into me, holding my hips so that we didn’t move.

“Speak up, baby,” he told me, his pet name sending a shiver down my spine.

“Harder,” I said louder this time.

“That’s my girl.”

Joel’s fingers dug into my hip bones, threatening to leave bruises tomorrow. One of his hands moved to my shoulder and pulled me backwards, pressing my back against his chest. This angle suddenly began to hit a new spot, and I gasped as I began climbing towards a second orgasm.

“Joel, Joel I’m so-“

“Me too, come on, baby. Cum for me,” he crooned into my ear.

That was enough to send me over the edge. Joel wrapped the hand not gripping my hip around my middle, keeping me close to him as came. He continued to thrust into me and within moments he was moaning in my ear, his cock throbbing inside me. He trust in and out of me a couple more times, softer as he spilled into me.

When he was finished, he slipped himself out of me with a groan. I felt as he then immediately laid me down, not wanting to make a mess on my bed. But at this point, I didn’t care. I had extra bedding if things needed to be changed.

We moved underneath the covers and Joel cuddled up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I immediately relaxed into him, not sure if my body was still actually there.

“That’s the first time I’ve done that,” I told him, my voice just above a whisper. He kissed my shoulder.

“What’s that?”

“Orgasmed twice in one go like that,” I said. He chuckled a sleepy laugh. “What?”

“Oh, just that it won’t be the last time that happens.”

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #joel miller x oc #no outbreak au #no outbreak!joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us

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rissararity · 9 months ago

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Ideal Triad's First Beta Rut - (Stucky + OC)

By RissaRarity

(NSFW, abo/omegaverse, unprotected p/v sex, cream pie, cum eating, dom Bucky/ sub Steve /dom(ish) Prism, slight cuckolding, voyeurism)

This is an excerpt from the story I'm writing to accompany Keep My Secret. This happens long after KMS, and it's the first time Bucky went into rut since the boys claimed Priz)

“Steve?” Prism called from the kitchen, voice just a tiny bit shaky.

The blonde entered and raised an eyebrow in amusement at the sight: she was standing at the counter with a mug of tea, a very horny beta coiled his arms around her, rubbing up and down her waist, squeezing her breasts and lightly humping her butt.

“I have a question…about Bucky…”

He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, smirking.

“Does he go into rut? Because this….feels…” her head fell to the side as he reached under her shirt and pressed kisses to the side of her neck, nipping his mark. “feels…like pre-rut.” She finished, unable to stop herself from arching her back to push back against him and to encourage him to paw at her chest.

“Why…yes he does. How did you know?”

She gave a small laugh, “Call it a hunch. He even smells like an alpha right now.”

Steve nodded, “Naturally, he’s more interested in his omega mate than another alpha…even if I’m his mate too. He’s gonna crack any minute, Dollface. If you want me to stop him and take over tell me now.”

She gave a small whine as Bucky sucked at his mark on her neck, flesh hand sliding down her waist, to her thigh and slowly sliding up her skirt.

“I’m not complaining.” She turned her head to press submissive kisses to his jaw, one hand coming up to softly cradle his other cheek. Bucky let the omega show him affection for a few seconds before pushing her against the counter, breathing heavily while his metal hand slithered around her throat while making her bend over the counter with his pushy dry humping.

“…fuck…” she gulped, eyes fluttering as her clit began to throb, crying for attention.

“Atta girl!” the alpha praised with a wink, standing to leave. “Call me if you need me to tag in so you can rest.”

As soon his he turned away, Bucky growled angrily, making the omega whimper and tilt her head for him even though the growl wasn’t for her.

Steve turned back, meeting his beta’s eyes curiously for a long moment before glancing down at Prism’s moonlight gaze, now with a glaze of lust.

“He wants me to stay. To watch.”

“Why?” she asked, gasping as Bucky grabbed her wrists and pressed her hands flat on the counter top, “Stay.” He grunted the command.

The omega rubbed her legs together as she felt like her wrists were bolted down. He kicked her feet apart, pushed her skirt up her waist and quickly tore her panties off, massaging her ass and thighs while glancing over at Steve every few seconds to make sure he was watching.

Boy was he watching.

“He knows I’m his mate but also sees me as a rival. He wants to fuck my Omega in front of me. The fact that you’re also his is a bonus.” He gave an amused smirk as he read Bucky’s hazy mind.

“He’s trying t-to…” she moaned, throwing her head back as he rubbed her clit with two cool fingers while his flesh hand gripped her waist, making sure to keep her skirt pulled up to show her bare ass. “Emasculate you?”

“Uh huh.” He ran his hand over his dick that was hard as a rock in his well fitting jeans, blue eyes wide as he took in the beautiful scene.

She looked up at Bucky with obedient, soft eyes and puckered her lips desperately as she craved reassurance. He eagerly molded his chest against her back and pressed an upside down kiss to her lips, one hand around her throat while the other pushed his gym shorts down.

He purred against her lips until she gave a chirp of approval before sheathing himself deeply into her, a groan rumbling in his chest. She moaned his name, back arching as her body stretched around him.

It didn’t take long for him to begin fucking her like an animal in heat, only grunts and growls leaving his lips. Every few thrusts, he’d glance back up and watch Steve touch himself while he watched the show.

Cheeks ablaze, Bonnie turned her head away from their alpha, only for Bucky to grab her hair and tug it to make her turn back and lock eyes with the blond who nearly came right then.

She gasped as his orgasm triggered hers just like a real alphas would, making her ball her fists on the counter top as her body took his load as deeply as possible. Steve’s sharp eyes even caught his mates balls throbbing at each long burst, each one accented by a groan.

The omega slumped on the counter as her beta pressed passionate kisses to her shoulders and rubbed her back with his flesh hand while shallowly thrusting a few more times, breathing deeply.

“He doesn’t last as long…but as an Omega, neither will you, and he’s ready to go again pretty much immediately.” Steve informed breathlessly, voice tight just before he cursed and came all over his hand.

Her silver eyes watched each burst of cum as it erupted from her alpha, still limp on the counter as Bucky slid her skirt all the way off then easily flipped her to perch on the counters edge.

He placed his vibranium hand on her bare thigh and squeezed it, locking eyes with her. “Stay.”

“Yes, alpha.” She agreed, cheeks pink as his eyes filled with a smoldering intensity that made her legs feel like jelly.

Steve’s heart fluttered as he admired absolutely smitten look she gave Bucky.

“Good girl, ‘mega.” He pressed a kiss to her nose then walked over to where Steve stood by the kitchen table, dick already hard again and a few wadded napkins littering the table.

The men stared each other down for a few tense seconds before, to Bonnie’s surprise, Steve looked away first.

If there’s one thing Buck and I are good about in our relationship, it’s compromise. While he’s in rut, he gets to play the alpha. She jumped a little as Steve’s voice rang in her head.

She nodded, watching with interest to see what he would do. Part of her wanted him to grab Steve by his perfect golden hair, pull him to his knees and tell him to open his pretty mouth so he could taste them.

As soon as the thought occurred to her, both men turned to look at her for a moment, eyes darkened by lust and pupils wide. Realizing she’d accidently broadcasted the thought, she immediately covered her hot cheeks with her hands, eyes stinging with embarrassed tears.

No need to be embarrassed, Sweetheart. We love that you’re so attracted to us and there'll be plenty of shows for you too, but right now it’s Buck’s turn to play.

She peaked through her fingers to see both of her mates smirking, the beta winked but shook his head.

He did grab Steve’s hair, but he used it to tow their mate to stand in front of her. “Present, Omega.” Bucky spoke at last.

Prism opened her knees to bare her dripping hole to both of her mates, a fresh layer of slick forming in response to the hungry looks they gave her.

The omegas body sang in response to both of her mates pheromones, nearly drunk on them alone.

Bucky used his vibranium arm to force Steve to his knees, lifting her legs to rest over his broad shoulders. “Clean her up for me.” His command had no actual effect on Steve, but the rough, lusty tone he used certainly did.

“My pleasure, alpha.” The blonde submitted, burying his face eagerly into her heat and slurping up the mess that had begun to seep from her folds.

The combined taste of both his mates was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, even if he didn’t love not being the one in charge. The scent of her aroused omega pheromones in his face, the taste of her previous release and Bucky’s was a symphony to his senses.

Priz left her hands on the counter top at her sides, moaning and whimpering as her alpha swiped his tongue in all her crevices, pushing his nose against her throbbing clit to fuck her with his tongue and get as much cum into his mouth as possible.

Her back arched, eyes closed as she lifted herself a little for him. To her surprise, Bucky grabbed her hand and placed it in Steve's soft hair, letting her do the same with the other one.

“Ride his face, ‘mega. Use him to cum. He is yours to use as you please.”

She gasped, glancing up at Bucky to see his own sky blue orbs watching the blonde lewdly slurping at her offering. A purr of approval rumbled in Steve’s chest to encourage her and soon she was clutching his soft blonde locks and humping against his mouth with needy whimpers.

It didn’t take long for the coil in her stomach to snap, coating Steve’s face in her slick that spouted like she hadn’t known possible. When her legs unclamped from around his head, her eyes fell down to his messy hair and glossy eyes.

Steve looked at her like there was nothing more he wanted in the world than to stand up and rail her himself, but he knew that wasn’t his role today.

“Fuck you’re such a good boy for me…” the words fell from her angelic lips as one of her hands caressed his damp cheek, making heat rush to his face as he leaned into her touch.

Bucky smiled at her natural instinct to praise the one who serviced her; the one who was doomed to have her dangled in his face and wouldn’t be allowed to claim her until his Beta told him he could.

“Such a good boy for us.” He agreed, caressing the back of his mates disheveled halo of sunshine.

Something about seeing Steve this way felt almost filthy to Priz. He always looked so coiffed and angelic…but right now with her glistening on his ruddy cheeks, hair in disarray and eyes full of sin…he looked so…perfect.

She let herself open to him, sharing her approval and adoration through their bond. His gaze softened and he turned and pressed a kiss into the hand that touched his face.

Bucky purred at the display, both of his twin souls brimming with joy at his choice of mates. The next few days would be some of the best he and Prism could remember.

And the longest of Steve's.

The end! I hope you liked it!

In the fic, this will likley be one of at least two scenes; possibly more. The most I've done per chapter is 3 and that was That Time in Space from Keep My Secret (KMS) and it was heat smut 😅

This is the Fic masterlist. Idk why it keeps glitching and saying it's my AO3. Lmk if it's fixable! Please, I am but an infant😅 (new to the Tumblr world)

And here is the fic that will, at some point, include this passage or a version of it. I'm just too excited to wait and feel somewhat far from where it would fit in. I really just wanted to write it lol

#marvel fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x oc #ao3 fanfic #ao3 recs #ao3 writer #omegaverse #omegaverse fanfic #alpha bucky barnes #alpha steve rogers #the avengers fanfic #wattpad recommendations #stucky fanfiction #stucky x oc

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shares-a-vest · 2 years ago

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Platonic Stobin Month, Day 7: Scoops Ahoy

Prompt List

Robin bursts through the swinging door from the back room of Scoops Ahoy with a box of fresh napkins. She claws open the box (having long misplaced the store's scissors), probably further chipping her nail polish. But who gives a shit, it's pointless keeping up a fresh manicure when you're slogging through day after day of slinging ice creams.

She quickly decides to overstock the takeaway accessories counter with white napkins, each printed with the dorky Ahoy! logo and anchor. At least it'll be one less job to do come closing time. She jumps with a high-pitched squeal as someone taps her on her shoulder.

Robin turns to find a girl about her age. And she rolls her eyes immediately. Typical. Blonde hair, tied up in a high ponytail with a scrunchie matching her earrings and bracelet, all tied together with a pastel pink and purple coordinated ensemble.

"Is Steve here?" she asks, seemingly disinterested as she smacks gum.

Ah, yes. Steve's latest conquest. Carla, wasn't it?

"On a smoke break," Robin supplies, feigning a smile.

"Ew," Carla says, recoiling as a disgusted look washes across her face.

Robin has seen her co-worker Steve Harrington strike out with the ladies an embarrassing amount of times so far this summer. And they aren't even halfway there yet. But she has to agree with Carla's weary look and yeah, the dingus deserves to miss out on a hot date (fine, this chick is pretty hot, okay?) due to his smoking predilection.

It also serves him right for taking a stupid amount of smoke breaks just to weasel his way out of wearing the dumb Scoops hat for as long as possible. But Carla doesn't have to worry about that part.

"If he asks about Carla," she drawls, eyes darting about as she presumably works through a reasonable excuse. "Tell him I haven't come by."

Ouch. Not even a half-elaborate lie. Just plain stone-cold.

"Sure thing," Robin says, giving a weak salute that makes Carla huff a mocking laugh.

Why would she salute while wearing a freaking sailor's outfit?

She should give Steve a 'You Rule' point just for her own lameness.

Robin waves the board about as Steve walks back into Scoops Ahoy, begrudgingly slapping his sailor's hat back on as he steps over the threshold.

"What? No!" he whines, looking at Robin as she peaks over the board.

"Turns out smoking is a big turn-off for girlies like Carla," she teases, slowly drawing a tally on the 'You Suck' portion of the whiteboard. "And you didn't even go on the date."

She tsks as she sets the board atop the counter, on full display for any enquiring hot girls. Steve practically vaults over the counter to grab it. But she's sitting on the back bench so she has a momentary height advantage. She snatches the whiteboard up and out of his reach.

Steve collapses against the counter, defeated as he retrieves his scooper from his apron belt and twirls it with a cowboy-like flourish.

"I'm making myself a USS Butterscotch."

"Ooo!" she coos, jumping down from the counter and practically tossing the board away. "Can I have some?"

She grins and leans into his personal space.

"Only if you pack away the whiteboard for the rest of the shift," he bargains.

"Deal, Steve-o!" she sings, sticking out a pinkie finger as a promise.

Steve merely pushes past her to get to the bigger glass bowls set aside for their corporate specialty.

"God, you are annoying!"

Robin is finally packing down for the night, mostly by herself because a certain hair model moron is sulking out the back as he mops the floor at a snail's pace. She's walking towards the front of Scoops Ahoy, readying to slam the roller door shut with deep satisfaction when what she can only describe as a gaggle of children come striding in.

She backs up, outstretching her arms in a failing attempt to block them.

"Nope!" she says, popping the 'p'. "Sorry kiddos, but we are closed."

She chops her hands in the air, punctuating the 'closed' part of that sentence as she rounds the counter, hoping it will give her some authoritative defence. But it doesn't. Of course, it doesn't. Because this is Scoops Ahoy and Robin is a mere worker in this new, big, dumb mall. And this is a summer job where no one cares about the people providing summer refreshments actually having their own lives… Her life being going home and finishing up lino-printing a pattern onto a lightweight throw over she'd just finished sewing. But these kids don't need to know that.

She looks them over and only recognises former Missing Child Will Byers, standing at the back and blushing. He looks nervously at the redheaded girl in front and Robin assumes whatever is happening isn't actually his idea.

The redhead narrows her eyes and gives a sly smile.

"Is Steve here?"

Well, maybe it's more of an evil smirk. This girl is quite terrifying. She certainly has the boys behind her Bambi-eyed and cautious. Or maybe they're just that lame and using Red to ask for them.

"Hey, Dingus!" Robin calls over her shoulder, reaching back to pound on the wall that separates the back room and kitchenette from the ice creamery. "A bunch of children are here asking for you."

Steve slides open the dividing window and groans.

"Oh no," he laments. "Guys, no. Please, leave me alone."

Despite his whining, Steve walks through the swinging door, shoulders slumped more than they were when he found out about Carla ditching him.

"We just need you to sneak us into the movies," the sour-faced kid with black hair pleads.

"Fuck off, Wheeler," Steve spits, folding his arms. "I'm not paying for five movie tickets."

"We just want you to sneak us in," the third boy (dressed like every different Goonies kid rolled into one) chimes with a hand flourish as if his suggestion is plain as day.

"Lucas!" the girl shoots back at the boy. "Shut up! I'm doing the talking."

Steve grumbles, stepping towards Robin and leaning against the counter so they are shoulder-to-shoulder in defiance against an onslaught of demands.

"We spent all our money at the arcade," Will Byers explains, speaking just above a whisper that has Steve tilting his head to hear him.

"We could just sneak them in out the back?" Robin suggests, sending Steve into a wide-eyed gawking stare.

"Why are you chiming in?" he shrieks.

"I like her," the redhead chuckles, giving Robin a low nod of approval.

"Please?" Wheeler begs, sending the others into a series of groans.

Okay, that one was just plain pathetic.

Robin pushes herself off the counter.

"Come on, dingus," she begs. "Don't you want this never-ending nightmare shift to be over?"

Steve looks between her and the kids several times before he begins untying his apron like a total drama queen.

"If you assholes get caught by mall security, I'm not taking any blame whatsoever," he chides, flailing about with every word.

Robin still has no idea who these annoying children are but, judging by their snickering, this is their general dynamic with former King Steve.

"So what's with the gremlin squad?" she asks as they finally make their way out to the parking lot.

Sneaking the kids into the movie theatre was actually quite easy. Turns out, there's no security scouring the halls of Starcourt Mall as the stores close, nor do theatre attendants seem to notice either. Even though the Scoops uniforms stick out like a sore thumb. Not to mention the cacophony of twerpy nonsense that wouldn't pipe down the whole time...

"Nancy Wheeler dumping me somehow led to me babysitting her brother and his asshole friends 24/7."

"Oh please," Robin laughs, playfully slapping his arm as they reach his shiny maroon Beemer. "You don't shut up about that Henderson kid."

"You wouldn't believe the whole goddamned story if I told you," he warns, unlocking his car.

And for once Robin actually notices a social cue that's flashing like the neon sign of Startcourt telling her to shut up for once. Honestly, Steve just looks sad. It’s the only word for it. She’d teased him about Nancy and no longer being the reigning King of Hawkins High but sue her, it was the talk of their grade. What else was she supposed to talk about working alongside this dweeb?

Steve… yep, Steve.

Maybe she should start off by saying that. And she swears on her life that this sudden realisation hasn’t come conveniently right at this moment because she has one hundred percent, missed the last bus back into town.

"Hey, uh…" she trails off and goddamnit, she shouldn't have been such an asshole. "Can I maybe get a ride home?"

Steve sighs, looking up and giving a weak smile. "Fine. You wanna go buy beer?"

The ‘You Suck’ board is still in full effect, but Robin will remove the tally point for Carla, just this once.

And it isn’t because Carla was hot.

#robin immediately forced into babysitting shenanigans #it must have happened before that initial s3 'hey dingus your children are here'#who knows if i'll post tomorrow - prompt 8 went from a stupid idea to a full one-shot about cats (whyyy am i like this)#robin buckley #steve harrington #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #stobinmonth #stobin month #the party #platonic stobin #stranger things ficlet #stobin 🍨

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pearlplusau · 1 year ago

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Pearlplusau Chapter 10 Part 1 - The Farewell

It’s been weeks after Rose’s big announcement. It took a while, but the gems were able to accept her decision despite how scared they all were for the future.

Greg was trying to come up with new songs for his unborn child. He didn’t want to go for the easy stuff like the star song or that sheep thing. He wanted to make his own nursery songs despite not knowing much about them. He figured simple and catchy would do the trick.

During the final month of the pregnancy, Rose had been conducting meetings on the future of the clan after she was gone. She talked about the other gem monsters roaming around corners of the planet. She talked about how they need to be contained and do what’s best for them. She talked about how the planet will need its guardians despite its peace for now. The gems didn’t want to upset their leader and listened well. They didn’t want their last moments together to be anything but good.

Normally, a pregnant couple would be having visits with a gynecologist or an obstetrician. But Greg figured it might not be a good idea to have Rose on the local news with the front pages screaming, “HYBRID ALIEN CHILD FOUND PREGNATED BY IMMORTAL ALIEN!” So, to minimize the risks of Rose or the baby getting whisked off to a lab for experiments, they figured to keep things on the down-low until the birth. This meant going to zero doctors for any of the pregnancy checks. Even getting an ultrasound might not be such a good idea with the local clinic.

It also meant not knowing what gender the baby was until he or she was born. Fortunately, neither Greg nor Rose cared too much about the sex of the baby. It also kept things exciting until the baby was finally born.

It was a week before the baby’s birth. Greg and Rose had been busy prepping for the arrival of the baby. They had been closely studying how Vidalia looked after the now toddler sour cream. She also gave her own pointers and experience of the newborn experience by feeding him, changing his diaper, and generally making sure he was out of harm’s way. The single mother was a great source of information, cuz now Greg knew where to get all those baby stuff without costing him his van. Vidalia also found a list of pre-birth activities for parents to try out. She had them listed out herself when she found out she was pregnant but didn’t get through the first few items on the list. One of them was a video recording for the unborn kid to see.

It was a day at the beach. Rose and Greg were doing their favorite thing at the waters: Getting sand between their toes. But today is a different beach day, today is a beach day with a video camera.

Rose had this idea to film their day at the beach for the unborn baby so they’ll get to know their mother, even if it’s a short five minute video of her rambling at the beach. She held up an old video camera they borrowed from Vidalia. After some briefing by Greg on the simple but also ancient form of audio-visual capturing technology, she got the hang of it rather quickly.

For most of the day, Greg wasn’t even aware that Rose was recording with the tiny audio-visual capturing device. Rose also didn’t want to alert him that could likely make the day weird and unnatural. She was able to secretly record a bunch of beautiful little moments like the beauty of the gem temple (in its original, non-beach house version), the peaceful waves, and Greg’s interactions with the seagulls (or the same one). She recorded a few more but ultimately was found out by Greg.

Greg peeked into the gallery and found various close up and far away shots of the beach, the waves, and the sea. “Wow, looks like you’ve been busy while I took a nap.”

“And speaking of napping…” Rose pressed a left arrow button and went through the gallery. She found that clip of Greg waking up from his nap. She giggled and teased him when he realised what it was. “Here’s a recording of you getting startled by that seagull.”

Squak

Agh! Wha! Who- *heavy panting* (Rose giggled uncontrollably while Greg looked at her, confused.)

(Hopefully, this goes without saying that these are screenshots of an episode and that I owe none of these.)

The reliving of the incredibly hectic moment made Greg furrow his eyebrows and face somehow.

Greg noticed his receding hairline and turned away in slight embarassment, “Hehe, yea, I remember that pretty well.” He said while patting his dangerously balding head.

She pointed the camera towards the beach again to proceed with her recording, but Greg had a little skit in his mind. While Rose was filming the glistering sea, Greg got into frame and crab-walked into the focus, making Rose giggle and lose focus on the scenery. “Hehe, what are you doing?”

“Making this fun than it already is.” He replied while crabwalking from the other side of the frame.

After that, they filmed a bunch of other schenanigans that involved more goofy scenes and some rare interactions with the local white sea birds (seagulls). The filming was a lot of fun until-

“Oh wait! I have an idea.” She turned the camera to focus on Greg, startled by the sudden attention. The camera zoomed in and focused on Greg. “Let’s record ourselves for the baby! We’ll do little introductions so they’ll get to know us better when they get to see it!”

She pressed record and prompted a very nervous-looking Greg. “Come on,” Her voice was very gentle as well as very encouraging.

“Sorry, getting a little stage fright here.”

“Tell us about yourself.”

“My name is…Greg. Nono wait this is all wrong!”

Rose paused the recording and set the camera down, “What is it Greg?”

“I thought of an idea, wait here a sec.” He ran off and came back with a guitar and a pair of sunglasses. “Alright, I wanna look cool for the baby, so I’ll pose on that rock with the guitar like im on stage or something. We can even do some kind of transition thing, here, let me show you which buttons to press.”

Rose resumed filming at the sand until Greg shouted his cue, “Okay… now!”

Rose panned the frame up to Greg with a guitar in hand. “They call me…*strumstrum* Mr Universe! Get ready baby! You’re gonna have the coolest dad in this side of the cosmos!” Dododododdododdo (Air guitar). “Press the button Rose!”

“Oh!” She pressed a button but it was a wave of light shining across the screen. “Is it this one?”

Greg, being pretty far away from the camera, wasn’t sure. “Uhh, maybe?”

“What about this one?” Upon pressing, a star shaped outro frame transitioned from the outer frame into the middle of the frame, which ceased the recording. “I think I did it!”

“Alright! Let’s see the video!” Greg prodded over with the guitar strapped to his body and investigated the recording. “Hmm, hows about we do another take?”

Take 2

“They call me…*strumstrum* Mr Universe! Get ready baby! You’re gonna have the coolest dad in this side of the cosmos!” Dododododdododdo (Air guitar)

“I press it now right?” Rose asked.

“Do it!” Just as Greg said it, his foot slipped off the rock and had him fell on his butt. For an even more entertaining scene, a seagull landed on the tip of his guitar like it was all an orchstrated act.

Greg, embarrassed from the fall, faced Rose and asked, “Can we cut that part out?”

Rose, trying really hard to hold in her giggles, said, “Nono, its perfect.”

The video camera was depleted most of its battery, but the couple didn’t really take note of it.

The camera started recording again and the screen showed Greg sitting on the beach with a seagull nearby. Rose giggled as she recalled how the seagull had been an intrusion at the last recording. “Heh, maybe it’ll help you with your intro this time.”

While Rose recorded what she wanted to say to Steven and Nora, the video was aimed at Greg and the seagulls he befriended. She didn’t mean to be filming them while she was talking to the baby, but it felt right if she was talking about the beauty of the planet and its living beings.

“Norah, we can’t both exist. I am going to become half of you. And when you love yourself, that’s me, loving you and loving being you. You’re going to be extraordinary. You’re going to be a human being.”

Greg, from a distance, seemed to have something in his hand that he was going to share. Seeing how excited he was, her eyes lit up with the same level of ecstacy before ending the recording.

“Take good care of them Nora.” Rose ended the recording with the star outro, making the zoom sound as Nora’s recording came to an end.

“Rose,” Greg came over to her with what seemed to be a rock on his hand, “Check out this cool rock I found in the sand.”

On the palm of his hand was a simple white rock that had been in the erosion process for a while. Rose noticed the smooth texture of the rock while also spotting tiny holes that were not visible to the human eye. There was something familiar about the rock tho, something Rose didn’t notice at the first glance.

“If you turn it around, you’ll notice it looks awfully familiar…” Greg teased while Rose was still trying to decipher the rock puzzle.

It took her a while, but the rock was beginning to look like a deformed shape of the number 2. “Is it… because it looks like a bird?”

“Not just any bird!” He handed her the artifact. “It looks exactly like the seagull that scared the living daylight out of me!”

Upon closer inspection, Rose noticed the resemblance between the rock and the aforementioned seagull friend. Her starry eyes and ecstatic gleam showed how, once again, everything on this beautiful planet can surprise her even after residing longer than any living being on Earth.

*Beep beep, beep beep*

As the pink lady was further admiring the incredible parallel between the rock and its live counterpart, who was squeaking and picking at the sand, there was a quick but brief beeping sound coming from the video camera right next to her. However, she was too entranced with the rock in hand to take note.

Greg picked up the device to see what the fuss was about. There was a pulsing red battery symbol and a box of text was shown on the screen.

Warning: Battery lower than 10%, please plug in.

“Huh, that’s not good.” Greg turned to Rose with the low-battery display. “Hey uh, Rose? The battery is almost gone. I think its time we head back to Vidalia’s for that charger.”

Rose, now broken from the seagull-rock trance, was not following. “It’s almost gone? Oh dear, is it dying? I can heal it with my tears!”

“Nono, no.” Greg put a stop to it before Rose could think of anything upsetting. “It just needs power from the charger port at Vidalia’s house. We can come back another time.”

“Oh uhm, about that.” Rose explained how she planned to guide the gems in the next few days until the expected birth date. “There’s still a lot of things for us to cover. There might not be another time for another beach day.”

Greg didn’t want to interrupt her time with important gem stuff, so he decided on a better idea. “Why don’t we just stay a bit longer? We don’t have to get it charged right away. The recordings will still be there when we get it charged.”

“Really? Oh that’s wonderful Greg! Don’t worry, I just have one more thing to record. I just finished my message to Nora. I’ll need a bit of time to document what I want to say to Steven. After that, we can head back to revive this little fella if it ever dies out.”

The soon to be father checked the battery on the video recorder. “Alrighty, looks like there’s still enough juice for one more video.” He gave a thumbs up before he handed back the camera and continued, “So you’re really committed to this whole Steven or Nora thing huh?”

“Well of course.” Rose responded, “Those are the two names we’ve narrowed down, weren’t they? We’ll know which name we’ll use when the baby’s born.”

“Will do. Guess I’ll leave you to your messages.” Greg, being a considerate boyfriend, gave Rose her space, plopped onto the sand a few feet further away, and stared into the waters with his new seagull companions.

After Rose ended her recording to Steven, she went up to Greg for a little kiss on the beach. But when she returned with Greg, she couldn’t turn the device back on.

“Guess it finally ran out of juice.” Greg commented. “Come on, let’s head back and charge this bad boy!”

As the pregnant couple walked back to the van, Rose asked Greg if he could edit the film and create two separate tapes for Steven and Nora. The order of the video should go by sceneries, shenanigans, and then the message.

Greg was hauling almost all the beach equipment on his left shoulder. He was doing his best to adjust everything, so nothing falls off. He contemplated and asked, “Even the embarassing ones?”

“They’re not embarrassing! They’re perfect just as they are!”

“Okay sure, we can watch the final product after tonight together. But, here's a head-scratcher,” He reached for her left hand with his free right hand and turned her towards him, “How will you know which tape to keep for the baby?”

“Oh that’s easy!” Rose grinned at the question. “I’ll ask her when the time is right.”

That… doesn’t really clear things up much. For a moment, Greg was very confused.

“Ask who?” He took a moment to register and remembered, “Oh right, Garnet. Sees the future and all.”

Rose giggled and nodded. It was too early for anything to be solidified, so Rose wouldn’t be consulting the fusion anytime soon. She just needed enough time for her to put everything in their place.

End of part 1

(A/N: It's me, hi. Tbh my drafts for this chapter started last year but as I've mentioned in the previous post, life stuff happened. I went for my master degree in the capital city, while also working part-time at a nearby cafe.

It took some time to research on what Rose said to both Steven and Nora in the tapes. But I also couldn't just repeat everything she said into one single fic, that would be too much to read. So I briefly touched on what Rose wanted to say and focused more on the in-betweens as well as the before and after recordings.

I have also been studying on literature that introduces the different stylistic tools for emphasizing certain points or scenes in a piece of writing or a movie. I won't be listing out every single one of them here, but one brief analysis I can offer is the scene where Rose points the camera at Greg and the seagulls while talking to Steven and Nora. It's the perfect use of Imagery, which conveys the tone of the speech in a calming, peaceful manner. You can't think its a random scene to be paired with Rose's speech about the beauty of human life. Think about it, why else would she be talking about the beauty of Earth while also capturing the visuals of the different inhabitants of the planet. The purpose of this scene is to illustrate and emphasize the uniqueness and distinctive experiences of the different living beings. (With the examples and descriptions provided by Rose.)

But anyways, I've been studying on the importance and relevance of certain writings and now I can't read much without overthinking "Why did they have to write it this way? What possible implications or meanings they are trying to emphasize?" It's basically what I've been dealing with most in this chapter writing process.

Hope I didn't bore you guys with my brief analysis. Anyone here with an interest in language or literature might be able to power through what I've written but this kind of thing isn't for everyone to enjoy.

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this and be on the look out for part 2 coming up in the next few days! See ya!)

#pearlplusau #writing #fanfiction #stevenuniverse #rosequartz #greguniverse #Lion3straighttovideo

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coconurt · 2 years ago

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HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR FRIEND @owlfacenightkit !!!! I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH BESTIE 💞💖💕💝

Here, I wrote you a lil something :3 I hope you like it!!

~~~

"Alright, one chocolate, one strawberry, and one mint chip." The lady behind the ice cream cart set the frozen desserts down with a practiced movement and accepted the wrinkled wad of cash Sasha gave her.

With a quick smile, Sasha thanked the vendor and walked back towards where she'd left her girls. Balancing three cups of ice cream in her hands at once was a bit of a challenge, but she managed.

Once she was sure she wasn't going to drop her precious cargo, she tilted her face upwards, savoring the feeling of the sunshine on her face. It was a mild April day, one of those precious few meant to be enjoyed before the LA summer sun came along and burnt everything to a crisp.

Which was exactly why she had dragged her two oldest friends along for a relaxing day at the park.

She heard Anne before she saw her, over at the outdoor chess tables.

A shout of, "Again?! How?!" echoed conspicuously through the park, shortly followed by, "HOW did you do that?!".

Sasha found the other girl engaged in a boisterous game with an older gentleman she was pretty sure Anne had never met before. It was a pretty amusing sight, to say the least.

Anne was too busy loudly protesting the seizure of her knight to notice Sasha's approach. Barely even slowing as she passed, the blonde simply slipped her her styrofoam cup and moved on.

Now to find Marcy. She wasn't on the bench where Sasha had left her, which was only slightly suspicious. She mentally shrugged and rounded a corner, past a swing set and a few hedges.

And, there she was. Sasha smiled warmly at the sight. Even after everything, in some ways, Marcy hadn't changed a bit.

She was sitting cross-legged on the grass, in an open spot away from the main walkway. Two crows ambled around remarkably close to her, evidently not frightened of her in the slightest. They were pecking at little pieces of granola bar Marcy had obviously given them. She watched them intently, her phone dangling loosely from one hand. Upbeat music struggled from the phone's speakers, the sound tinny but audible.

Sasha tiptoed closer, trying to be stealthy and failing. Marcy didn't look up. The shiny black birds considered her warily, but stayed where they were.

"Hey, Marce," Sasha whispered in greeting. "You make some new friends?"

Marcy smiled then, finally acknowledging Sasha's presence, but still didn't tear her eyes away from her birds.

"Yep!" she replied, popping the P. "At least, I think so. These two seem to remember me. Which. Cool."

"Wow, so you know these two in particular?"

"Mm-hm! I've been interacting with them for maybe a month now."

Sasha sunk down onto the grass beside Marcy and passed the other girl her ice cream.

"Ooo! Mint chip, thanks Sash!" Marcy quickly shoveled a large scoop into her mouth and shut her eyes in bliss. When she reopened them, she turned her head and peeked at Sasha shyly.

"Do you… wanna hear more about crows?" she asked around a mouthful of ice cream.

"Always," she answered immediately. Marcy's face lit up.

"Okay okay so!" She swallowed. "Their binomial name is Corvus brachyrhynchos, also known as the American crow!"

She went on, excitedly moving her hands as she spoke. "These are extremely intelligent birds. In studies, they've been shown to have the capacity to remember human faces!"

Sasha cracked a small, genuine smile at that. "That's really cool. Got any other interesting crow facts?"

Marcy thought for a moment. "Hm… OH! Did you know they have the same brain-weight-to-body ratio as humans? Amazing right?!"

"Wow! Yeah, that is pretty amazing, Mar." Lost in thought, she absent-mindedly rubbed the scar on her cheek with a fingertip, then reminded herself to stop. She glanced down at Marcy's phone, which was now lying in the grass and still playing some chipper electropop song. "So… what's that for? The music, I mean."

"Oh! Yeah, I had the thought one day to play some music for these guys, and they seem to like it," she answered simply and shrugged.

The song playing ended with a smooth final chord, and another started. Sasha tilted her head and considered the lyrics.

~Oh, oh, I can't even take it in, Oh, oh, I can't even take it in, Oh, oh, I left my heart in Metropolis…~

"Heh, makes sense," she chuckled. Marcy turned her head and looked at her quizzically.

Sasha blushed. "Owl City… for the crows…" She gestured vaguely to the phone. "Ya know… fits the bird theme…"

She trailed off awkwardly. The other girl blinked at her once, twice, then snorted.

"You're such a dork, Sash," Marcy chuckled.

The blood rose in Sasha's cheeks, but not in a way she really minded. She huffed out a laugh and rubbed the back of her neck self-consciously.

"Pfft, yeah whatever…"

They sat after that for a while in comfortable silence, enjoying their rapidly-melting ice cream and Marcy's Owl City playlist. Marcy resumed telling the other girl bird facts as soon as she finished eating, and Sasha laid back on her elbows and listened.

Eventually though, one of the birds apparently grew tired of granola and strutted over to the two of them. It ducked and bobbed its head, eyeing them curiously.

Sasha grinned and propped herself up. "Hey Mar-mar, I think your friend wants something."

Marcy's smile was radiant. She leaned forward, slowly offering her hand to the bird like she would to a shy cat. "Hey there, friend," she cooed. "S'okay, I'm not gonna hurt ya!"

The sleek animal croaked at her in response. Beady black eyes regarded her a moment longer, then with a smooth flap of its wings, it hopped upwards to perch on Marcy's outstretched wrist. Temporarily stunned, Marcy's arm dipped from the sudden unexpected weight, but she quickly recovered and sat rigidly still.

Both girls stared, open-mouthed. After a few moments, though, Marcy broke the silence by releasing a sound that was very obviously a suppressed squeal.

"Sasha!" she hissed. "Sash, are you seeing this?!"

Sasha broke out of her shock just enough to think to hit record. "Oh, yeah. Sure am."

She plunged her hand into her pocket and whipped out her phone just in time to record Marcy's avian friend pecking at the drawstring of her Saint James hoodie and trying to pull the plastic tip off, Marcy giggling uncontrollably the entire time.

Oh, she was definitely sending this to Anne later. If it was even possible, the grin on her face grew even wider.

Yeah, park day had definitely been a good idea.

#*HUGS* I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT OWL!!#and where does this fit in with canon you ask?#*shrugs* i have no idea #:)#amphibia #amphibia fanfic #marcy wu #sasha waybright #my fics #my writing

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7r0773r · 2 years ago

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Kilometer 101 by Maxim Osipov, translated by Boris Dralyuk, Alex Fleming & Nicolas Pasternak Slater

My concerns today are exactly the same as they were some thirty years ago: First, not to sink into the mud, to sully my conscience; second, not to land in jail; and third, not to miss the moment when one ought to leave, forever. And I harbor the same illusory hope I harbored then: that we’ll wake up one day and find ourselves in the clear, with all this darkness behind us. (Sventa, p. 10)

***

In the early ‘70s, Yakov Grigoryevich secured a place for himself in the old cemetery (there were already two at that point) and began to make trips here— much more frequently than one would expect of a relatively young, happy-go-lucky man. He ordered a white slab-limestone, locally sourced—and had it engraved with his name, surname, year of birth, and a frivolous epitaph: "All's well that ends well." The invention was this: below, at the foot of the slab, was a hidden button—you click it, move the slab aside, and descend into a little bunker. Protected from moisture and even from extreme cold, this bunker held an entire library, ranging from works that were of oficially classified as "defective" (Gumilyov's poems, Sinyavsky's Strolls with Pushkin, typescript translations of Orwell) to those that were out-and-out anti-Soviet (Gulag Archipelago and issues of the Chronicle of Current Events). When Sasha was in seventh grade, he and Yakov Grigoryevich stopped meeting at the ice cream parlor and started taking trips to the old Luxemburg cemetery. This led to the happiest moments of Sasha's youth. (Luxemburg, p. 124)

***

She'd changed a lot over the past few years. "Men grow old and women change..." Who said that, Goethe? Eva herself studied at a perfectly first-rate Moscow school, but, for all that, can't even add fractions. What goes on in the head of a person who can't add fractions? Then again, who cares about fractions? Just think of all the things he himself doesn't know—the rudiments of music theory, for instance. True, Eva is just as ignorant of music theory, but... (Luxemburg, p. 142)

***

"We've got Tsinandali by the glass now."

The young waitress's face is impenetrable. Last time he was here he'd noticed a bottle with a portrait of Stalin on the label, with a fake quote: "When I die, they will dump a lot of garbage on my grave, but the wind of time..." and so on. The paranoid Generalissimo would never have said, "When I die"—he planned to live forever, as they all do.

Sasha had asked, as calmly as he could: "You wouldn't happen to have one with Hitler on it, would you?"

The waitress caught his drift: "What have you got against Stalin?"

"Without going into specifics, let's just say that he murdered millions of my compatriots."

"Ah, I see..." she drawled, as if he'd told her that he was allergic to chocolate. At least she didn't ask him to say who, exactly, his compatriots were. In any case, Sasha won: they started serving Tsinandali by the glass. (Luxemburg, p. 143)

***

BIG OPPORTUNITIES

Opportunities, you understand? Soon he'd have enormous, almost limitless opportunities. He kept insisting on those opportunities—opportunities that would open up for him soon, that lay just around the corner. She should know, though, he added, that he was doing just fine as it was, better than fine, better, in any case, than she could imagine. She, of course, hadn't the slightest intention of imagining his current opportunities, much less the ones at which he was hinting. All she needed was for him to deliver her as quickly as possible—who can remember where, after all this time? The editorial office, a party, the theater. So what, she doesn't want to hear who he is? Oh, she knows well enough, but she won't say it: another annoying, chatty driver, a grdonchik—one of a handful of words of Armenian slang she'd picked up from friends. Despite the cluster of consonants, grdonchik was still, in her opinion, far more euphonious, more affectionate than the Russian bombila, although it meant exactly the same thing—an unlicensed cabbie. This is Moscow in the nineties, every other car is a cab. Raise your hand and someone's right there: "How much?” "How much can you spare?" No, he's no bombila, the fellow yammers on, and this isn't his car—he gets this one through his job. His own vehicle's totally different, of a whole other order, and he isn't about to ruin it on these roads. He didn't pick her up for the money, either—pronounced "eee-ther," with a kind of Jewish intonation, though he clearly isn't a Jew. Then again, he also doesn’t look Russian: maybe Komi, Chuvash, Udmurt? A small man, but with enormous, in his words, opportunities ahead of him; a rapid, choppy manner of speech, matched by a rapid though generally careful manner of driving; a face that isn't exactly ugly, just expressionless. He's entitled, he says, to a personal driver, but he prefers to do everything himself. For the sake of encounters like this, maybe? But what's it to her? "Stop over there." So that's it? Maybe she'd like to have lunch or dinner, "get a meal" together? Oh God... Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? No, she doesn't want to offend him. His courtship, let's call it, wasn't arrogant, but rather naive, automatic, terribly foolish. He tried to seduce her not with a show of prowess, of wit, or of talent, but with big opportunities. The only appealingly human thing about him was his speech impediment, a childish one: his s's sounded like sh's. She had tried to leave him two hundred, or maybe twenty thousand (she can't remember what the money was worth back then), but he refused to take it. Instead he handed her a card with his personal number, saying he never gave this number out, to anyone, hardly ever, so if she happened to change her mind... Oh, certainly—merci.

Victories of this sort don't bring even a hint of joy, and she would never have remembered the pint-size grdonchik—considering the number of men who had hit on her before and after, although seldom quite so clumsily—if not for an incident, an occurrence that changed her life forever. They showed up at her door early in the morning—six men and a dog put her eighteen-year-old daughter in a car and took her away, and then they turned the apartment upside down. She was having the place renovated and it had seemed to her that it couldn't be made more of a mess than it already was, but apparently it could. She was afraid for her daughter, felt all this was happening to someone else, not to them, not to her, and was ashamed—embarrassed by the piles of underwear, old letters, photographs. She also knew she needed to fight, of course—to call lawyers, say nasty things to these goons—but her life seemed to be over. "What are you looking for, gentlemen?" Gentlemen, right. "Listen, on what basis are you searching my apartment?" On the basis of an order—see for yourself. Extremism, terrorism, anarchism, social-media records. When the time comes, she'll hear all about it. The dog alone behaved itself more or less decently: walked around, sniffed a few things, then plopped down. She gave it some water. "What's this?" the one in charge asks her, sounding for the first time, the least bit interested. A real professional: he had found a card in the lining of an old purse—name, surname, number, that very card. "Give it here!" she snatches it from his hands and, without giving herself time to figure out what exactly she wants to say, makes the call. "Yesh,' with the characteristic sh. Their conversation hardly lasts two minutes, and she's the only one talking: tears, vows, pleas—not the moment for shyness or discretion. He finally says, in the same dispassionate tone in which he'd told her about his opportunities, "Pass the phone to the one in charge." The man goes out, then comes back: "All right. We'll lock her up for a long time if she doesn't leave the country by Tuesday. Never call that number again, got it?" He grins: "Go over to the station and pick up your darling. Caesar, come." They leave. "Life's fucking sense..": a half-finished inscription on a fence, author unknown. The good things, the best ones, are often anonymous.

A number of years passed—quite a few years, because her daughter had since managed to graduate from the university in Lille, while the daughter's Moscow friends and acquaintances, boys and girls from good families just like hers, had managed to serve out their sentences in prisons and camps—they were given from seven to twelve years—while after numerous adventures and travels she herself had ended up in her own house in the South of France. And, of course, all these years she'd been following, peripherally, out of the corner of her eye, the career of (it must be said) her benefactor, the bombila, the grdonchik—following it with horror, since here and there, in Africa, Asia, and even at home, he was invariably to be found at the center of some unthinkable, unimaginable evil, in violation of all divine and human laws. Until finally she comes across an announcement that he's been awarded a hero's Gold Star, his second—this time, however, posthumously. "In an attempt to save the crew" and so on, and so forth—implausible nonsense, without even a single believable detail, which is of course never the point—"he died a hero's death," along with some number of people. And to her, as to all commentators, it's perfectly obvious that all this official chatter is intended only to conceal, to drown in itself the shameful, disgusting truth of what had actually happened—a drunken death while out hunting, a political murder, or something of that sort. How strange, she thinks: he's lying there in a deluxe coffin, powdered and made-up, with his enormous, limitless opportunities, waiting to be buried in the best cemetery next to writers, artists, and composers, all to the sounds of beautiful music that he probably never liked. And would she want to find out that the announcement of his death was false? No, better not to ask oneself such a question. He had done her a favor, been good to her, while to everyone else—judging by the terrible things they write and say about him—he had been exclusively bad. All right: Does she feel sorry for this little man with his childish speech impediment? After all, she owes a very great deal to him, if not her own life: her daughter's freedom, this South of France. Maybe she does feel sorry. A little.

***

N. IS THE principal town of one of the regions next to Moscow, and I've been working here as a doctor for a year and a half. It's time to sort out my impressions.

The first and most dreadful one is this. The two most obvious feelings in the patients here, and many of the doctors too, are a fear of death and a dislike of life. They don't want to think about the future. Everything ought to stay as it is. Not life, just living out one's days. On vacation they have fun, they drink and sing, but if you look into their eyes you don't see any merriment there. Here's an acute case of aortic stenosis, needing urgent surgery. If he's not going to have it, no point lying in a hospital bed. "So what's going to happen? I have to die, is that it?"—Yes, so it turns out: he's going to die.—No, he doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want to travel to the regional center either, with all the fuss and bother of appointments and the rest. "I'm already fifty-five, I've had my life."—So what is it you want?—Retirement on health grounds. A sickness certificate. He doesn't believe in the possibility of getting well, what he wants is free medicine. "Doctor, am I going to live long enough to draw my pension?" (People who don't live to draw their pensions are failures; so long as you do get that far, it makes your whole life worthwhile).

Second: power is split between money and alcohol, i.e., between two manifestations of Nothingness, emptiness, death. Many people think that problems can be solved with money, but that's hardly ever true. How can money help you to awaken an interest in life or love? And that’s when alcohol takes over. Here's an example of what it does. Not long ago, a two-year-old child named Fedya fell out of a first floor window. His drunken mother and her live-in boyfriend got Fedya back into their flat and locked the door. Luckily the neighbors had seen it all, and called the police. When they came, they broke down the door and the child ended up in the hospital. The mother, as mothers do, was standing hollering outside in the corridor. Ruptured spleen, splenectomy. Fedya lived, and even pulled out his airway himself (no one was watching—all busy with another operation). Then he pulled out his intravenous cannula too.

Third: practically every family has had a violent death in the recent past. Drownings, exploding firecrackers, murders, disappearances in Moscow. All this contributes to the background against which our own family life is played out. I have often had to deal with women who had buried both their adult children.

Fourth: I have scarcely ever met anyone deeply involved in their work. It's just that sort of feeble-spiritedness that makes people incapable of focusing on their own medical treatment. All those drug names (trade names, generic names) are another problem, and so is dosage. In order to take 25 milligrams, you have to break a 50 milligram tablet in half, or a 100 milligram one into quarters. That's difficult, and no one wants to bother. Weighing yourself daily and doubling your diuretic dose if your weight goes up—that's simply unrealistic. There aren't any scales at home, and the idea of buying one never occurs to them. It's not about the money. People are just practically illiterate—they know how to join letters up into words, but they don't apply their knowledge in practical terms. Their usual response, when I ask them to read the recommendations I've written for them in large print, is: "I haven't got my glasses with me." But if you've come out without glasses, that means you weren't planning on reading anything today. And that's illiteracy. Here's another test: "Do you understand where you have to go? Do you understand that you need to say you were referred by me?"—"Yeah, I suppose so."—what's my name?"—Angrily: "How should I know?"

Fifth: it seems that friendship is an experience restricted to intellectuals. So-called ordinary people don't have friends. I haven't once been asked how a patient was getting on by anyone other than a relative. Mutual help doesn't exist—we're the biggest individualists you could ever imagine. Our nation doesn't seem to possess the instinct for self-preservation. That's just our lot: it's easier to die than to ask your neighbor for a ride to Moscow. "So, no wife, but what about friends?"—None. "I've got a brother, but he's in Moscow. I've got his phone number somewhere."

Sixth: men are almost always idiots. A man with heart failure, if he doesn't have a wife trailing around after him, is bound to perish before long. This idiocy begins in adolescence and progresses steadily, even if the man grows up to be a chief engineer or, say, an agronomist.

A man who cares about his relatives is a rarity, and those who do, inspire respect. One such, Alexey Ivanovich by name, is a patient of mine. He's managed to arrange for his wife to get a kidney transplant: he sold everything they had, and spent forty thousand dollars on the operation. It's not usually like that. Mostly it's "the Lord gives and the Lord takes away," a funeral and a memorial. (My Native Land, pp. 193-95)

***

I remember my horror as a child when I first discovered that grown-ups could be idiots. Many of my patients still haven’t realized this, and that gets them into difficulties. (My Native Land, p. 200)

***

If you look at Olya, it’s obvious that evil isn’t an inherent part of human nature; it’s something that gets into it, penetrates it, to fill up an empty place, the intercellular space. Evil and good are different in kind, and emptiness has an affinity for evil. (My Native Land, p. 204)

***

Getting a gangster to help sort out any problem you like—that's the great temptation of our age. In the old days, you'd have gone to the KGB—just as ubiquitous and all-pervasive. Getting them to help you, if you were a respectable person, was regarded as out of order. But with gangsters, it's different—and now here's a very sweet elderly lady recommending that I apply to a certain rich peasant, if I need funds: "He's not a gangster anymore, though he might have been one..." And he donated a set of curtains to the library, and a local bigwig recites poetry at his birthday party. And it isn't that the bigwig is telling himself, "Hold your nose; look the other way and kiss the villain's hand"—he genuinely feels friendly toward this man of action. So what does it mean—"he's not a gangster anymore"? Has he undergone some grand spiritual conversion, repented, done his time? Or does he simply no longer need to kill people? "Yes, but his children are studying at Oxford..." Children, as Gogol wrote of Chichikov, are such a sensitive subject! What happened to "visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, and upon the children's children"? There's enough evil there for years to come, but lady intellectuals are easy suckers for a man of action. (A Sin to Complain, pp. 211-12)

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What is it that unites all these different Russias? What saves our country from falling apart? At your worst moments, you tell yourself it's nothing but inertia. A friend from Boston writes, "It has occurred to me, paradoxically, that the Soviet system perpetuated many of the weaknesses of prerevolutionary Russia." We're scrambling back into the nineteenth century, even in our spelling: give us back our old orthography! In the family of nations, we're the pupil who has to repeat a year. He's finishing up the year with his classmates, but you can't expect anything much from him. Everyone else is subject to discussion, and, if need be, to condemnation, but we aren't. Here's this beanpole sitting behind his desk, the tallest in the class—but what's he thinking about? No answer. A meaningless dream—that's the feeling we sometimes get about our own history. There's no line of direction in it, no vector. (A Sin to Complain, pp. 216-17)

***

“They’re just primitive, ignorant people,” good folk tell me. I’d put it differently. They’re bad people. They’re primitive because they’re bad, not the other way around. (A Non-Easter Joy, p. 232)

#maxim osipov #book quotes

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Anniversary fun

Florence Pugh x G!P Reader

Summary: It’s readers and Florence’s 5th year anniversary, after a innocent but not too innocent massage givin to florence, reader gets turned on by accident, so florence decides to help her get relief.

Warnings: 18+, G!PxReader, Blowjob (r receiving), Thigh riding, dirty talk but not too dirty, mommy kink, Top!Reader, Bottom!Florence. female/reader but not that specified.

ps, don’t judge, this is my first time writing an actual kinda detailed smut.

"Baby? We're here" I say, removing the hair out of Florence's light makeup covered face.

"5 more minutes" Florence groans, not wanting to wake up.

"Mhm, I guess I'll just go eat by myself; Guess my wife doesn't want any ice crea-" I try teasing, it ends up working just as well as she had guessed.

"Who are you taking to? Hurry up, let's go!" Florence says jumping out the car not giving time for me to get out and open her door, as she'd usually does.

"I love you"I say laughing, as Florence opens my door fast- but still gently and grabs my hand, leading me to the restaurant doors.

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"Oooo! how does bigoli in salsa sound!" Florence says, looking at me with the biggest smile on her face.

"Yummy darling" I say, looking at her with a matching smile.

"I think I want oysters as well" She says agreeing with herself, looking back at the menu. "So yum"

“Mhm..." I responded, trying to keep the disgusted face at bay.

"They’re really good." She says, her face scrunching as if she was to prove a point.

"Mhmmmm" I reply while squinting, dragging my words.

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"I wonder how they make it sooooo yummmyyy" She says her eyes practically making hearts, while taking another lick of her ice cream as we walk along the board walk. (I don't know if they have these in italy, but they do where I live. it's a longgg bridge that is above the river..very romantic to watch fireworks off of)

"You've made better" I say tasting it and handing it back.

"You know darlin, just because I’m your wife and a damn good chef!.” She points out.

“Doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to say others food taste better than mine, or that it's delicious" She shrugs as if it’s nothing.

"Well, then I’d be lying" I say cocking an eyebrow and looking at her.

“You’re cute" She says pulling me down for a soft kiss.

“And you’re cuter" I say licking the little bits of ice cream off my lips.

“mm no" Her cheeks pushing up and her eyes squinting in an adorable grin.

"Yes and millions of people would agree with me" I say confidently, smirking knowing i'm right.

“Wow... that's a lot of people, I can’t believe how many people look up to m, it’s like insane to think about.... it amazes me every time" She says tearing up slightly.

"Hey, no crying and you’re the best; most wonderful soul AND most prettiest face. If they don't look up to you, then they’re fucking crazy" I express opening the car door for her with ease.

"Get in darling, I know your feet are hurting and I'll give you a nice back massage when we get home" I say, putting my arms the roof of the car to steady myself.

"You’re the best" She says with a sigh, kissing me as I buckle her seatbelt.

“That's why you got to marry me" I reply with a wink, closing the door and not missing the teasing eye roll she gives me. I quickly goto my side of the car before starting it up, to make our journey home.

"Can we please take a warm bath before bed?" Florence asks politely, as she grabs my fingers that are rubbing her thigh.

"Of course love, anything you'd like" I say with a smile on my face.

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"Hi Billie girl! What’ve you been up too?!" Florence happily squeals, as Billie runs up to her when we enter the house.

"Hey clam down girl, it's okay. We’re not going anywhere." I say, to the happy dog who jumps up for pets.

"We should take her to the park soon!" Florence shouts an idea from the kitchen. "Would you like a drink?" She follows up after.

"Yes we should and no thank you baby, I’m good" I say walking up behind her and kissing her neck lovingly.

"Kay then" She replies leaning her neck back for a kiss.

“Come to the room when you’re done, I want to give you your massage" I say kissing her neck again, before walking off.

"Kay, be there in a second!" She replies back.

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"Ooooh, romantic!" Florence says as she walks into the room.

"Sure baby" I say laughing as she thinks, the four scented candles lit up in the room is romantic

"It isss, anything with you is" She whines slightly, sitting her drink down on the bedside table and crawling on her knees to me on the bed.

"Ready?" I say looking in her eyes as she smiles winch makes me smile.

"Yes" She says kissing me, our lips making a slight smack in process.

"Okay, I’ll go get the lotion, take your clothes off" I say as I walk in to the bathroom.

"Yes ma'am" Florence whispers to herself, a grin making her way to her lips, as starts to strip.

After I gather the lotion and a towel, I go back into the bedroom to see Florence naked and on her belly.

"You look hot" I say, shaking my head to continue. I start lay the towel on her butt and moving to sit on her thighs carefully.

"Thank you baby" She reply's, putting her drink up on the table as she's finished it.

I start by moving Florence’s hair to the left side of her neck, so it wouldn't be in her face as her face is towards the right side. I then apply a generous amount of lotion on my hands, rubbing them together to warm it up, before applying it onto her back.

after it’s warmed up. i apply it onto her entire back and rub it in. once rubbed in a little, i start to massage, with my thumbs on her back and my hands onto her side. gently rubbing and pushing down. once the lotion is gone, i move onto her back. gently pushing down and hearing a crack along with a light moan followed by a “do it again please”

i gently do it again as to not hurt her, i gain another light moan followed by a quiet pop. “feel good?” “yes, harder” and that, that does it. i feel the growing boner grow more and more every-time harsh words and light moans fall from her lips.

after cracked her entire back, i move to her lower back to massage it. looking up at florence, i see her look back at me. “you okay?” she says trying to hide her smile. her boobs moving doesn’t go unnoticed to me as she lean her head up to look at me. “y-…yeah” i reply with a red tint in my cheeks. “okay” she smiles hiding her face back into the pillow.

scooting closer to her, with my dick basically being pushed into her ass check. i start massaging her shoulders, ignoring the pain and pre-cum dripping from me as thoughts overflow my head of me pounding into her.

i shake my head clear of the thought and focus on massaging her shoulders. gently pushing myself into her as my hands go further up. the smirk on her face telling me that she knows i’m hard, as if to make matters worse. scoots her ass into me. gently grinding and the arching her back and laying down playing it like she had to get situated.

“that feels good” she says grinding into me again.

“i bet it does” i say pushing on her shoulders a little harder to relief the pain faster.

“i could help you, with no problem. i’d be happy to help you, we’re married ya know” she says with a light moan as a result from the pain and me pushing my dick into her by accident.

“i know baby. but this is about you and i wanna help you. i’ll be fine” i say as she looks back at me. “but what if i wanna help” she says getting up.

“then i’d have no choice but to let you. but think, massage over gagging. sounds much… better to me” i say pausing as she undoes my belt.

“i know, but i like the sound of me gagging around you. then bouncing on you as you suck on my tittys. that is a way to end a anniversary, you really need to let me help you when you need it baby. i’m not your past, i’m not gunna force you to help me and not give you anything in return. i’d rather help you then be rewarded for doing nothing” she says taking my shirt off then uncliping my bra. “am i understood?” she ask strictly.

“yes, i just don’t wanna bother you” i say as she lays me on the bed. “it’s not bothering if i’m having fun, and you can never bother me. now shh” she says as she kisses down my body.

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“take control, tell me when you want me faster? slower? harder?” she says telling me to tell her what to do as she slowly starts to bob her head back and forth, using her hand for the rest her mouth can’t take.

after all. i did meet her after being in a toxic sexual relationship. forced to do things i didn’t wanna do. so she tried to show me, even after 5 years, that i’m allowed to touch her when i want, and she’s not gunna force me to touch her if i don’t want too, vise versa. it’s just hard sometimes.

“..okay” i say wrapping and then balling her hair up in my hand slowly thrusting myself into her throat. opening my mouth from the feeling as i start to go faster. holding the back of my thighs, florence starts to breathe through her nose, closing her eyes and moaning at the feeling.

i start to go faster and faster, speeding up catching my high. deep moans start to slip out of me as i start to feel my orgasm approach. going harder but keeping the same past as to not hurt her, i feel it coming. “almost there” i announce to florence in a shaky moaning voice. she taps my thigh to let me know it’s okay.

with a couple hard thrust, i cum into her mouth. her swallowing it and rubbing her thumb over her lip to suck the access off. all while keeping eye contact.

“see! you did great, and i didn’t even do anything!” she squeals proud of me for taking control.

“i didn’t hurt you did i? and i just feel like i’m using you if i take control” i say sitting on the bed.

“your not using me, i love it. and you like when i’m in control don’t you?” she replies sitting on my lap, throwing her arms around my neck.

“yeah. it’s hot”

“exactly. now” she says starting to roll her hips onto my thigh grinding herself. “mommys a little hot. do you mind helping her?” she says as her hips start to roll faster.

“yes mommy” i reply, holding her hips as i lay her down.

kissing her neck gently as she lightly moans out. “i need you, now” while kissing me “god yes” i reply situating myself and putting the tip of my dick almost inside her, gently spreading her juices as lube, not like it’s needed. she’s so wet it looks like she’s done came 4 times. and neither of you are ashamed, i find it hot, her, she’s just glad she doesn’t have to wait too long for you to fuck her silly.

gently, i slide into her. picking her thighs up and settling them upon my shoulders as i start to speed up my paste. having had sex plenty of times in the past 5 years you to have been together, it gets easier every time you two have sex for me to have to lessen the wait to start thrusting. but it still surprises her every time i thrust into her, not like i haven’t been inside her before. it just feels like it gets bigger every time i fuck her. although, she isn’t one to complain.

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“oh fuck, faster baby!” florence moans, vibrations coming from the back of her throat along with pornographic moans that could make me cum on the spot.

“yes mommy” i moan, the bubble in my stomach wanting to burst, but as i just came. i feel like i’m cumming again to fast. so i hold it in and push my dick farther into her while spread her legs more open, leaning down to kiss her open lips she moans loudly in my mouth at the new found angle.

“oh yes baby, right there. fuck!” is what flys out of her mouth, along with what sounded to be whimpers as i lightly nip at her left boob. “fuck, i’m so close” she whines, desperate to cum.

i kiss and suck on her sweet spot while she grabs at my hair with her right hand, scratching my back with the other.

“baby, can i-” florence suddenly gets cut off by her orgasm hitting her. her mouth opening and closing rapidly as she tries to say something but is put in euphoria as she cums on my dick.

seeing her in such pleasure and the loud gasping raspy moan that comes from the back of her throat. All while still cumming, makes me let go not being able to hold it any longer.

deep moans and breathes fill the room along with the smell of sex. the candles still burning along with billie still in the living room as she left as soon as she heard the first moan come out of her moms mouth. she knew it was about to be loud. and she wasn’t having it.

“oh god, i love you” florence breaths out as i pull out, laying on her sweaty chest as i catch my breath. “i love you more”

“no, i don’t think there’s a way possible you could love me more. not after what you just gave me” florence replies, always fighting to win the i love you game. “if only you saw your face. you’d see why i love you more, and for the record. you just gave me the same thing i gave you” i reply smirking as she moans in annoyance. “whatever” she says laughing as i kiss her neck over and over.

“best anniversary. ever.”

#florence pugh #mcu yelena #mcu fic #mcu fandom #mcu x reader #marvel mcu #mcu imagine

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seawater-aurelia-writing · 4 years ago

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The Break

Pairing(s): Fem!MC/Yuu/Reader x TBD

Summary: MC finally shuts down from all of her acts of helping with overblots and the countless favors/demands that are asked of her. When the Prefect of Ramshackle is the one who needs help, who steps forward?

WARNINGS

I am not the best at labeling warnings or triggers but I can say that this story is laden with neglect, self-neglect, anxiety, possible depression and attempts to justify the above. There could be more labels that I can add but i’m unsure how to word them - so please exercise caution.

Quick Note: The reader in this story is largely based upon Cinderella, for multiple reasons (#1 being that I want to and #2 being that I absolutely love Cinderella and think she’s amazingヾ(•ω•`)o ) . If that type of character behavior annoys or offends you, I recommend skipping this!

She should have seen it coming; The break. Her break.

Her sight blurred with tears, which spilled over her eyes quickly as she laid upon the floor of the library – cold and alone. In front of her, just out of reach, laid her phone amidst the plentiful books which laid strewn chatoticly across the floor from her harsh tumble. Her phone vibrated constantly cause M/C o flinch as she imagined the messages that must be flying across her notifications; Her friends and upperclassmen asking for favors and why she hadn’t completed what they asked.

‘I need to… get up.’ She thought to herself, willing herself to move her arms but her body was more akin to cold, ancient steel, a machine that had been abandoned and forgotten throughout time; It felt nothing like how she was a month ago, a week ago, a few hours ago. ‘ I have.. so much left to do.’

As she tried to find the will to stand – M/C thought of how she ended up in this position; body battered and bruised after falling from the top of the ladder in the deserted corner of the library.

She could barely life her feet as she made her way down the path, back towards Ramshackle Dorm. In her arms, Grim lay curled into her chest as he slept peacefully in her arms.

‘We both had a long day.’ MC mused to herself, gently pressing his closer as the cold, wintry wind blew harder. She recounted their day slowly, going over each task they had accomplished.

Crowley wished for them to wake up earlier to remove unwanted, viney weeds from around the campus gates, Sam’s Store, and the fencing around the Flying Course field in exchange he’d give them some aid to finally repair their roof. Unable to refuse such an offer, M/C awoke at 3 am to be able to accomplish all of the weeding.

However, Grim had not woken to any of her calls or he just ignored her, leaving M/C to venture into the darkened morning on her own to do the weeding.

After 2 hours, when she was finally able to head back to Ramshackle to freshen up before breakfast, she was stopped by Vil. The Pomefiore Dorm Head all but demanded her attention for an hour in the afternoon, her lunch period specifically, to fetch him some arctic sea water from Azul.

Vil was supposedly unable to pick up the water himself as he had an impromptu photoshoot and Azul would only meet during lunchtime.

Despite the tone he used, M/C could sense that Vil was more antsy about missing his photoshoot -made more evident by the slight twitch at the mention of potentially missing the event. She agreed with a bright smile; choosing to ignore Vil’s comment about grass sticking to her and her ‘odor’ when she turned to leave.

Finally, she made it to Ramshackle and rid herself of the stray remnants of debris before she freshened up. Grim, who finally awoke, all but rushed her from the home before she could rest – determined to beat Ace and Deuce to breakfast.

But as luck would have it, M/C could not make it to the Dining Hall before she was stopped by a rather, frazzled Ruggie, who all but shoved a bag of food onto her. He left rushed orders to take it to Leona as he was asked to help restock the lounge before classes. He ran off before she could refuse.

Grim happily skipped to the dining room, telling her not to waste time since he wasn’t going to save her any of the food. However, before she could rush off – Grim yelled back at her to pick up some tuna for him at Sam’s since she was going out of the main building anyway.

She only nodded, ignoring the hollowed feeling in her stomach and the way it rumbled in protest.

M/C remembers being stopped before she could reach Leona, the botanical garden just in sight. That view had been blocked by the ever-looming, Leech Twins. Floyd grinned down at her and plucked the sandwich from her hands.

“Ah! Koechi-chan is so sweet!~ She brought food for us, Jade” Floyd cheered, ignoring her protests and pleas for him to give her the food back.

“Indeed she did, Floyd.” Jade chuckled, doing nothing to stop his twin, who began to eat the food in front of M/C. “And by the way, Prefect. Vil told us that you would be the one picking up his items later today.”

“Y-yes that’s right. At lunch time.” She clarified, her voice softer as she deflated. In retrospect, she still didn’t know what she could have said to Floyd to make him stop. So many girls on Magicam were adamant about how they maintain dominance over their own friends to avoid being stepped on but they always sounded cruel; Giving instructions to ‘clapback’, to insult them, to physically hurt them or poke at their insecurities to make them listen. She didn’t want to snap at the twins, not only would it not do her any good but angering them isn’t what she wanted.

“Azul needs to push that time to this evening, at dinner. Vil suddenly requested twice the amount and thus more payment is required.” M/C remembered the chill that ran down her spine as the Twins seemed to loom over her even more.

“P-Payment? But I don’t-“

“Rook is handling the payment but,in the even he doesn’t, please he prepared to pay any outstanding fees.”

The Twins ignored her pleas for clarification, with Floyd only turning around to demand that she be present for his basketball practice later today.

M/C recounted how, after that, her day became a blur with random intervals of clarity when another request or demand was made of her.

Ace and Deuce asking her to handle their chores in Heartslabyul of feeding the Hedgehogs and Flamingos while they went to mandatory study hall with Professor Trein.

Trey caught her and asked for her to pick up some cream from Sam’s shop for him. She also picked up the tuna that Grim had asked for and the only thing she could afford to eat to replace the breakfast that she missed – a discounted egg salad sandwich.

A sandwich she could only eat half of, as the other half was given to Silver, who had missed breakfast looking for Malleus. He had not asked anything of her, she remembered, but the way he looked at her was odd to say the least. He was adament on her sitting down and finishing her half of a sandwich before leaving but the appearance of Ortho, who asked for her to run an errand for Idia, pulled her away.

Her classes came and went, leaving her feeling isolated as usual. Professor Crewel, never one to shy away from a ‘training’ opportunity, chided her for using an incorrect about of Phoeniz wings in her potion. He only became agitated when she proceeded to answer his questions about the potion, a simple draught, completely wrong. Grim was of no help as even he didn’t know the answers, nor did Ace or Deuce by what they had said but Ace and Grim took great joy in laughing at her misery.

Normally, it wouldn’t have affect her but today, it hurt.

But she smiled anyway.

Lunch time came and, again, she was stopped before she entered the dining hall. Sebek demanded her help in finding Malleus, who was not present at lunch. Again, Grim deserted her as Sebek grabbed her and dragged her along beside him and Silver to find Malleus.

Again, Silver regarded her in an odd way but he said nothing out of the ordinary towards her.

They never did find Malleus and Sebek took too yelling at her for being unable to be of any use in finding him.

“..Sorry, Sebek. I’ll try harder next time.” Was all she could say, while Silver chided him on being too harsh.

As they made it back to the main building, it was time for classes; She had missed lunch as well.

‘Perhaps that’s why I was so dizzy.’ She thought to herself, managing to prop herself onto her elbows. The floor beneath her moved and rippled, similar to the waves in the great oceans back in her homeworld. ‘Correction, why I AM so dizzy…’

Her mind again wandered back to her day after lunch time; Where her day only worsened.

Without any proper food in her, there was no way that she could stay awake with Professor Trein’s class. Lucius quickly spotted her and alerted Trein, before Deuce could fully wake her up.

“Do you believe yourself too smart to pay attention within my class, Miss M/C.” He sneered, a glare firmly on his face as he gazed down at her.

“N-No, sir. I’m sorry, Professor! It wasn’t-“

“Silence.” His voice was firm as harsh, caushing her to flinch and shrink in her seat. “There will be no talking back to me of any kind. I had high expectations of you, Miss M/C and yet you have a complete lack of manners. As punishment, you will write me a paper explaining the important of Magical History, no less than 10 pages. If it is not on my desk first thing in the morning, then expect a harsher punishment. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” She mumbled, her head bowed in submission. M/C could remined the feeling of the heat behind her eyes; How hard it was to hold back tears in that moment.

She hadn’t expected kindness from Professor Trein but it seemed no one was recognizing that she was doing the absolute best that she could do with the circumstances that she was in.

She was blunt and sarcastic at times, yes, but she can’t think of anyone who can hold their tongue constantly. Yet when she seemed to speak, unless it was humorous in nature or her agreeing with those around her- she went unheard. But if she pressed and asked for help, who would drop their things to come to her aid?

Those thoughts plagued her for the rest of the day;

Even as Floyd threatened and scolded her for missing basketball practice, where she was supposed to stock the ice water and the cool towels for him, even though Epel asked her to pick up some old weights from Ruggie.

Even when Ruggie scolded her for not delivering Leona’s sandwich, calling her a thief for eating the sandwich when she reassured him that she didn’t and that Floyd had taken it.

Even when Ace and Deuce whined and complained about letting them down for not feeding the animals properly, when she couldn’t do it properly as they never explained all of the rules to her.

Even when Azul asked, demanded, that she find a specific book for him within the dark recesses of the library before closing as Vil’s additional fee– the thoughts never left her.

In truth, she was merely an anomaly in this world; An irregularity that didn’t belong, didn’t have a place within this magic, twisted world that she found herself in. She was without even the most basic magic to help her through her day to day life as the other had. M/C didn’t know even the most basic of terms within classes that would help her – shown by her struggling grades and performance.

She wouldn’t last outside of NRC, even Crowley had alluded to that. She had no birth certificate, no I.D. on her person, and no family of which to speak of.

Who would risk their own education and future to help someone who wouldn’t be able to do anything on their own anyway?

Even Grim, the other half to her ‘whole student’ was beginning to separate from her as his magic was matured and refined.

But that was why she smiled, was it? She smiled because she liked being needed, feeling as if she had a place in a world where she had none. Even if it ended with her being overworked, sleep-deprived and feeling so hollow – she was needed. A little suffering was nothing.

If her friends would excel in the world around her, wouldn’t that be worth it all? They shouldn’t have to suffer and fail in their classes just because a useless anomaly couldn’t handle the most basic of things.

‘It’s fine.’ She thought to herself, finally pushing herself to her knees. She winced, her movements letting her know just how bad her fall had truly been; Her chest hurt and ached with every beat of her heart, her right leg, the one which hit the ground first, was pulsing and red hot and all over – it felt as if fire ants were stinging her.

“It’s..fine.” She mumbled to herself, reaching with shaking hands to begin the task of stacking the books that she knocked over.

“No, it is not.” Came a hardened voice from behind her.

M/C tensed, her eyes widening as she registered the voice as Professor Trein. As she straightened her back quickly, aiming to turn to look at her professor, the room began to spin once more. Sound all around her became muffled as it felt as though her entire was was submerged underwater.

“ -s M/C. Are your manners that abhorrent that you cannot even turn to face when when I speak to y-.” Professor Trien fumed but his voice faded away despite how hard she attempted to focus on it.

“P-Professor…” She whimpered, curling into herself to try to stop the sensations around her; But they never ceased, even as she felt something wet run down her face - a pain beginning to bloom upon her head as she focused on the wet feeling.

And it all went dark.

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flower-slut004 · 3 years ago

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nsfw allison argent

NSFW ABC- Allison

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Super cuddly. She's at your service after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She adores your tits. She loves the shape and curve of them.

Allison likes her ass. She knows she can get you to do anything just by flashing you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She can drown in your cum and thank god for the wonderful death.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She one time wore your panties by accident and got so turned on she played with herself in them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She isn't very experienced in lesbian sex. Sure she's had hookups here and there but you helped her out.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She loves scissoring, you both get the same pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No games in the bedroom darling, it's business.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She has some hair there, not very much though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She is a hopeless romantic. The whole shabang. Roses and music. Your hers tonight and forever.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Allison doesn't like touching herself. It makes her cranky after. She wants you and only you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She loves it when you rub ice cubes on her tits. Food play defiantly makes her panties soaked. Just the idea of you licking whipped cream off of her just makes her want you more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Her bedroom or yours. Our Allie can be vanilla when it comes to location.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your laugh. It's what drew her to you. It gives her butterflies and makes her think about all the naughty giggles in bed.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

No to public sex or choking. Sex is about love for her, not pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves it when you eat her out. She loves the little kisses you give her with the small teasing licks.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She's painfully slow. She grips your tits as she slowly grinds into your pussy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She hates them, she thinks there isn't enough time to give each other attention.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

she's more cautious when it comes to risks. Threesome? Sure but it'll have to be with Malia or Lydia. Handcuffs? maybe...

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

With her athletic body, she can go on and on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

she has a whole collection. Pink, green, orange, any color you name it. She loves it when you use them on her. Drives her insane.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She's to the point where you get nervous every time she comes near you. You never know what she's planning.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You'd get noise complaints from how loud she whines and moans. It's like honey to your ears.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She pressed you against the floor one time while you were training. Face first on the floor, Allie ripped your leggings and ate you out from behind.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She has some muscle from working out and training.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

At first, it wasn't super high but she came out of her shell and now practically drags you to somewhere hidden.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She doesn't fall asleep quickly, maybe a shower and Lil snack first then she'll fall asleep.

#multifandom imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #allison argent smut #allison argent x reader #allison argent imagine #allison argent

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chiliiscereal · 3 years ago

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Well my standards have really lowered when I comes to writing fanfiction a XD

First I didn’t want to write any at all, then I didn’t want to write for any cartoons, then I didn’t want to write for cartoon turtles... and here i am.

Here I am starting a x reader fanfiction... with the 2014/2016 version of Raph

Still a bit uncomfortable with this but I had an idea so here we go! If I like it then I’ll keep going :p

Lol what am I doing with my life XD

Too tall

Raph x tall! Fem! Reader

Summary: yes this is me self projecting. Reader is 6 foot 4 inches tall and literally every boy she meets is too insecure to date her when she’s that tall. After a while of being treated like she unbreakable and a giant she gets tired of it. Luckily there’s someone else out there who understands how she feels.

———-

You tapped the cafe table impatiently, trying not to watch your friend and her boyfriend across from you. You attempted to look at the door instead. Maybe if you stared at it long enough then your date would show up.

“It’s okay! I’m sure he’ll show up.” She tried to console you as her boyfriend held her tiny little hand.

Perfect.

Small.

You looked at your own clenched hands and wished that yours could fit so perfectly in someone else’s hands. But, sadly, big hands come with height.

No boy your age ever came close to you.

It’s not that you minded.

It’s that they did.

You didn’t care that practically every boy you met barely went up to your shoulder. You wanted companionship. You didn’t need them to be a hulking giant. You needed someone who loved you.

This wasn’t Tall Girl for goodness sake.

You weren’t waiting around for some tall man to show up.

Unfortunately no guy was willing to step up to the plate.

Why might you ask?

Insecurity of course.

The last three guys that turned you down all said they weren’t comfortable with being shorter than their girlfriend. Others said they weren’t looking for a girlfriend.

Funnily enough they all ended up with girlfriends maybe a week later.

The other girls were incredibly tiny. They barely even made it to the boys shoulders. If that.

But you thought maybe this boy would be different.

He seemed like he was.

He seemed interested at least.

He SEEMED like he was excited when you asked him on a double date with your best friend and her boyfriend.

But an hour passed already and he wasn’t there.

You sat up with a bit of a huff. “It’s fine. Let’s just... let’s just enjoy dinner.”

Your friend frowned at you but decided to let it drop. She knew you hated whenever anything like this was addressed so she bit her tongue and changed the subject.

You couldn’t enjoy dinner or pay attention to anything brought up.

Oh you tried.

You gave it the old college try.

But you found your mind wandering back to the lost date way to often.

After another thirty minutes you stood up. “You know what? I’m kind of tired and I still have some homework to finish up. You two enjoy your date!” You grabbed your bag and walked out before your friend could even call you back.

You just needed some time to yourself.

Time to think.

You walked down the sidewalk slowly, half heartedly wishing that the boy would call you and give an amazing reason as to why he was two hours late.

You stopped yourself from reaching for your phone to check for a text.

No it was his loss.

Not yours.

Surely there was someone out there for you... waiting for you to come along.

Someone that wouldn’t care if you were a little taller than them.

You huffed and zipped your bag shut. Whoever they were, they definitely weren’t that boy.

“Hey girl, who you all dressed up for?” Came a voice from the alley you were about to pass.

“No time to talk.” You answered quickly and continued walking.

You weren’t about to give them the time of day. There was a tub of ice cream and a sappy romance movie waiting for you back at your apartment.

“Come on, a girl like you with legs like that? Surely you’re dressed up for somebody.” The man stepped out of the alleyway and leaned against the brick wall. “I’m thinkin’ maybe it’s me.”

Oh you wanted to turn him around and hit him with your bag.

But it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Hell no.” You stated curtly and walked by him briskly.

He snatched your wrist, effectively making your skin crawl. “Look at me when I’m talking to ya.”

He pulled you into the alley before you could stop him.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me.” You growled and tried to rip yourself away. “HELL. NO.”

“Come on, baby! Give me a chance-!” He attempted you sweet talk before he was interrupted.

You caught his hand before he could grab you anywhere inappropriate. “I have had a REALLY terrible day. I am a MINOR and if you don’t get lost RIGHT NOW then you’re gonna have some serious problems.”

He was close enough that you could smell the bitter alcohol on his breath.

He was probably a head shorter than you and had no idea what he was getting into.

“I don’t care if you’re a minor-.” He started.

Your fist smashing into his nose stopped his words.

“Like I said!” You growled as you shook the pain out of your knuckles, “I have had a really really REALLY bad day. And YOU are some little gnat just buzzing in my FACE!”

He gripped his nose with a cry, blood dripping down it like a waterfall. “YOU BROKE MY NOSE!”

“YOU PULLED ME INTO AN ALLEY AND TRIED TO TOUCH ME!” You shouted back, hitting him with your purse before he could charge at you. “YOU MADE THIS CHOICE AFTER I WARNED YOU!”

It felt good to take your rage out on somebody. And it was justified to! It wasn’t like you were just beating this man. He wasn’t letting you leave! He kept grabbing you before you could go.

————-

Turtles pov

They crouched above the alleyway, watching the man pull you into the alleyway.

“We gotta get involved man.” The red masked one whispered. “This doesn’t look to good.”

“I told you, we only get involved if it gets really bad.” The blue one responded with an eye roll. “We can’t risk being seen!”

“It already looks really bad!”

“If she gets anymore hurt then we jump in!”

The orange masked turtle jumped into the conversation. “I don’t know, I think my money’s on the girl.”

“Mikey shut up!” The purple masked brother whispered. “This is serious!”

“So am I! Look at her! She isn’t even scared!”

“I think she at least looks a little scared.”

“Probably cause she’s trying to keep herself from beating the shit out of him!”

Raph rolled his eyes and shoved his younger brother. “It’s our job to do the protectin’ round here. Shut up and- HOLY SHIT!”

The all gasped as you reeled your hand back and knocked your fist into the creeps nose.

“Damn that looked like it hurt.” Leo observed. “Maybe she doesn’t need our help.”

“I say we stay here in case it goes south.” Raph argued, waiting for Leo to argue with him.

“Fine, but we leave when it looks like she’s safe.” Leo nodded and looked back to the fight.

Raph didn’t have time to feel proud that he’d been listened to. Mikey was inching closer to watch. “What the hell are ya doin’?” He reached forward to pull him back. “She’s gonna see ya!”

Mikey leaned over the edge anyway. “Look at her go! I told you he didn’t stand a chance!”

“Who knew using a purse was so effective?” Leo nodded. “Think she’s got it?”

“Looks like it to me!” Mikey laughed and watched with glee. “This is real entertainment.”

“Mikey you’re too close to the edge!” Raph tried to grab him but was shoved away. “You’re gonna fall-!”

————

With that you shoved the man into the wall. “Are you FINALLY done? Have you FINALLY learned your lesson?”

He spit out the blood from his mouth and nodded. “Fine! Please just leave me alone!”

“Good choice!” You shoved him away from you. “Go before I change my mind!”

He was gone before you could even blink.

“That’s right! Get out of here!” You shouted to him as he scurried away.

You lifted your chin triumphantly.

Maybe you hadn’t gotten that date but you sure did beat the crap out of a creep.

You dusted your hands off and snatched your purse off the ground.

“If I catch you harassing anyone else you’ll get it twice as bad!”

No answer of course.

He was long gone.

Still, it felt good to shout.

You could finally go home.

You turned back to the edge of the alleyway with a sigh of relief.

You took one step forward.

Then, the least expected thing happened.

“OH SHIT!”

Next thing you knew you were on the ground after something very large crashed into you.

“What the hell!” You sat up and rubbed your head. “Who just sits on a roof above an alleyway?!”

You grabbed your purse quickly and stood up, ready for another fight.

It wasn’t another creep.

And from the looks of it... it wasn’t even human.

Well, THEY weren’t even human.

You didn’t know what they were.

Green...

Huge...

And shells...

The finally looked at you.

Why were they wearing masks?

What even were they?

Why were they there!?

The one in orange immediately scurried behind the one in red. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit!”

The one in red looked at you and then looked at the guy behind him. “You dragged me into this! You fix it!”

He pulled him forward.

Honestly you had no idea what to think.

There were two GIANT turtles right in front of you! And they were talking!

You gripped your purse a little tighter, waiting to see what they would do.

The one directly in front of you tried to speak only to look back at the red masked one and then back up at where they had fallen.

You looked from him to where he was looking quickly. “Are there more of you?”

He gulped quickly and attempted to hide behind the bigger turtle. “Uh... yeah?”

You took a small step to the exit. “Are you... are you gonna try to take my purse or something?”

The red one glared at you. “No! We’re just.. just here to protect the city. We ain’t monsters!”

You noticed him getting defensive immediately and nodded. “...okay then. Well, if you’re not going to rob me then I’m going to pretend I saw nothing and go on my way.”

The red one frowned.

You were acting waaaaaaay too casual.

Surely there had to be some other motive.

“Hold on a minute... you ain’t goin’ anywhere yet.”

You glared at him and held out your purse. “Are you gonna stop me?”

Mikey took a step back and Raph rolled his eyes.

“I don’t think a purse is gonna do much against someone like me.” He stated.

“I don’t even know who you are.” You stepped back again and tightened your grip. “I didn’t even know people like you existed until now.”

You looked them up and down, taking them all in.

This couldn’t be real.

It couldn’t be.

“You say anything bout this and you’re dead, got it?” He pointed around you as if aggression could make you quiet.

“Can you at least let me go home and finish my ice cream before you decide to kill me?” You backed up again.

You were so close to running away.

So close to escape.

Before you could back up any further, two more creatures dropped from the sky behind you.

You jumped and scrambled away, nearly running into the red masked turtle.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the way my brother phrased everything.” The new turtle glared at his companion. “What he meant to say is that we protect the city. We were watching that man just in case he tried anything and these two,” he glared at the first two again, “fell off the roof.”

The one next to him pushed up his glasses. “I’m surprised you haven’t passed out from fear yet. The first person we met did just that!”

Your back hit the wall and you had no where else to go. “I’m not too sure if I won’t do that.” You glanced between the four of them. “What even are you guys?”

“Turtles!” The orange one spoke up before the red one could shush him.

“Mutants as well.” The purple one joined.

“And ninjas.”

“And teenagers.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Mutant turtle teen ninjas? I think you need to rebrand that.”

Maybe you were insane.

Here you were cracking jokes with large turtles at dinner time.

But so far they were harmless, despite their stature. According to the blue one they protect New York.

“Ya got a problem with it?” The red one grew even more tense.

You shook your head quickly. “No. Just... surprised.”

“And scared?” He added. “Scared of monsters like us?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you just said you weren’t monsters.”

That seemed to stop him.

So you continued with a deep breath. “You’re all just... really huge. I thought I was tall but standing next to you...” you swallowed and tried not to let your nerves get to you. You turned to the blue one since he seemed to be the leader. “...can I go now? I won’t tell anyone you exist or... whatever it is you want.”

The blue one was skeptical but the purple one butted in.

“Do you have a way home? Like a friend you can call?”

You opened your purse. “Yeah I should be able to call an Uber with my...” you pulled out the broken device. “...my phone.”

Well crap.

You stuffed it back in quickly. “It’s okay I’ll just walk-!”

“I can fix it.” He offered. “Besides it’ll be an extra security measure for us if we have your contact information.” He gestured loosely to the hand you’d punched the creep with. “We could also bandage up those cuts.”

You brought up your hand and inspected the blood with surprise.

Well... when were you gonna get another opportunity like this? It’s not everyday a girl gets invited into the homes of local mutants.

Besides you really didn’t want to walk home with your phone destroyed.

The red one looked at the purple one angrily. “You wanna being ‘er back??”

“Our job is to help people, Raph.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m with Donnie. It’s only fair since we broke her phone.” The blue one nodded.

“Well if it’s not too much trouble...”

—————

Next thing you know you were whisked away to none other than the sewers.

Well that kind of made sense.

No one would ever really want to go down there anyway.

The purple one, whose name you learned was Donnie, had your phone in his three fingers the moment you stepped foot in their home.

“I’ll do a little fixing up, maybe an upgrade, and Raph can take a look at your hands.” He muttered as he started to disappear into a lab like room.

Raph...

He was the red angry one wasn’t he.

The tallest and biggest out of them all.

He didn’t seem too happy about it either.

“Why me?” He protested. “What ‘bout Leo? Or-or Master Splinter? Heck, even Mikey!” He gestured to his orange masked brother as if to showcase how he’d be better at it.

You couldn’t help but silently agree with him.

Mikey seemed the most open on the way here. He’d talked your ear off the whole trip, asking questions about what it was like to be a human and bragging about all the people he’d saved. He’d even wanted you to play a video game with you when you got to their home. He’d been a bit overbearing but that was better than Mr. miffed muscle mountain.

“Hey you’ve broken the skin on your knuckles before. You’ve got experience in it. Just fix her hand and be done.” With that, Donnie was gone.

You shared an awkward moment of eye contact with Raph before he sighed.

“Well, I’m gonna go play my game.” Mikey dashed over to the tv. “Let me know when you two are done and we can play!” He grabbed Leo by the back of his shell and pulled him along.

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously.

It was just you two.

You and the giant turtle boy beside you.

“Aight well...” he cleared his throat. “I guess I’ll take you up to the work out room then?”

He stopped and you realized he was waiting for you to say something. You quickly tried to scrounge up a comprehensible sentence.

“Y-yeah, sounds good with me.” You followed after him quietly, holding your hand so the blood wouldn’t drip everywhere.

The room was smaller than you imagined but still... it was huge to you.

He began rummaging through a box on the table, fumbling with objects. “You can uh... you can sit down while I grab the-the stuff.” He told you quickly.

You didn’t know where to sit so you interpreted his words to mean that you should sit on the work out bench.

You watched patiently as he found the roll of gauze.

Clearly he was just as nervous as you.

You didn’t know why HE was nervous though. He was a giant turtle for goodness sake. He could snap you in half easily.

“Here lemme see that hand.” He shuffled over and reached out.

You gave your right one to him, trying to hold in your nervous shaking.

“Ain’t gonna bite ya.” He rolled his eyes.

“I know.” You commented, watching him start applying disinfectant. “Just never been in a situation like this before.”

He snorted and continued his work.

You couldn’t help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his. Ha. That was new. Usually it was you watching little pick me girls compare their hand size to their crushes. How strange it was for it to be you.

“And I thought I had big hands.” You couldn’t help but blurt out.

He kept his eyes on your hand, examining it a little more. “Ya call this big?”

“Yep.” You glanced around the room, taking in the ‘scenery’.

He snorted. “Damn tiny to me.” He pulled out the gauze and began wrapping your knuckles. “Look, I’m uh... I’m sorry ‘bout the way I handled earlier. My dumbnut brother got us exposed when ya clearly had the situation handled.”

You cringed, remembering that they’d seen you beating the creep. “Yeah I could have handled that better as well.”

He paused for a half second, as if considering his next words, and then continued. “Heard ya say you were havin’ a shit day as well.”

You weren’t exactly sure if you wanted this brought up in the middle of the weirdest experience ever but you were desperate for a smooth conversation. “Yeah, some jackass stood me up.”

He frowned and momentarily made confused eye contact with you. “Stood ya up?”

“You know, as in he said he was gonna go on a date with me and just didn’t show up.” You forced out a laugh. “But it’s fine I got ice cream at home.”

“Mmm.” He muttered. “Sounds like a douche bag.”

Well outta room! Part two will be up I had too much fun :)

#tmnt headcanons #tmnt raphael #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt #tmnt 2014 #raph x reader

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