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enderlovez · 22 hours ago

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Soft as a Feather

Spencer Reid x Female BAU Reader WORD COUNT: 869

Summary: You and Spencer have decided to keep your relationship private, but when he comes into work with a mysterious lipstick mark on his neck, everybody's asking questions he doesn't know how to answer... at least, that's until you come in and leave a strangely familiar kiss mark on his cheek.

Content Warning: kissing (does that even need a warning)

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It's always the most wonderful feeling, waking up next to Spencer. Especially on mornings like this one—when he's still sleeping peacefully, the early-morning sunlight peeking through the curtains and somehow making him look even more like an angel than usual.

You cannot physically stop yourself from reaching out to him, brushing a lock of hair out of his face with your finger and tucking it behind his ear, smiling softly to yourself.

"What're you doing?" he asks groggily, eyes still closed, but a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, leaning forward and leaving a tiny peck on the tip of his nose, "I didn't mean to wake you, sweetheart."

"Didn't wake me," he tries to argue, but the sleep in his voice suggests otherwise.

You're a profiler, he should know by now that it's practically impossible to lie to you, especially since you know him like the back of your hand—better than the back of your hand, maybe.

"Whatever you say, Spence."

Unwilling to break the peaceful quiet you're both submerged in, you watch him a moment longer, before finally forcing your eyes away.

Spencer opens his eyes, watching as you push the blankets off yourself and get to your feet. "What're you doing now?"

"We do have a job to get to, Spencer," you remind him with a little chuckle.

He groans and rolls onto his back, stretching out his limbs. "Can't we just call in sick and stay here all day?"

You shake your head and hand him a pile of clothes before beginning to dress yourself. "Remember that huge case we need to get started on today—the one Hotch called about last night?"

Spencer sighs heavily, but nods and crawls out of bed, pulling on the clothes you've chosen for him. You've already left by the time he's finished getting dressed, standing in the kitchen and hurriedly trying to pour coffee into two travel cups.

"We'll need to leave now if we wanna get to work on time," you mumble as you hand him one of the two travel cups—the one with the little blue flowers printed along the bottom.

You press your lips firmly to the skin beneath his jaw, then again to his lips before practically flying out the door.

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"Has our pretty boy finally found himself a pretty girl?"

Spencer flinches at the sudden voice beside him, turning to look at the smug grin on Morgan's face.

It wasn't like you and Spencer really wanted to keep your relationship a secret from your friends, but it was so much easier without the teasing and word-twisting that would surely come from Derek.

"What's this about Spencer having a girlfriend?"

Garcia suddenly appears beside Morgan, tilting her head curiously before her already-wide eyes widen further, nearly bulging out of their sockets.

"I don't know where either of you are getting that idea, but it's unprofessional in the workplace," Spencer mutters, his mind briefly flicking back to you.

You haven't come in yet, usually waiting a few minutes after Spencer goes in to avoid any suspicion.

"What's unprofessional is the—"

Morgan is abruptly cut off by your arrival, bursting through the doors in a flurry of positivity.

You don't say anything as you drop your things off at your desk and casually stroll over to where everyone's huddled. "There's a party at Spencer's desk, and I wasn't invited. I'm crushed, you guys!"

You and Spencer were close before, almost to a strange degree, which might be part of the reason nobody thought any different when the two of you got together, so nobody questions it when you lean down and leave a slobbery kiss on his cheek.

Nobody questions it, until you pull away from him, leaving behind a reddish-brown lipstick print on his cheek.

One that matches the one on his jaw perfectly.

Garcia's jaw drops in shock, and Morgan looks overjoyed. For selfish reasons, of course, but overjoyed nonetheless.

"When were you going to tell me you two were dating?" Garcia demands, almost angrily as you wipe away the print with a tissue from your pocket.

Both you and Spencer immediately freeze. You look like you've seen a ghost, all the color drained from your face, and Spencer is quite the opposite, his face red and hot. So... like he's seen a living person?

That makes absolutely no sense.

"What are you t-talking about?" he manages, frantically looking between the two gawking agents. Even if it weren't for the lipstick, the slight stutter in his voice was enough to give him away.

Neither of them say a word, but Morgan gestures to his own jaw with a finger. There is a lipstick print there from this morning, one that neither of you had noticed, identical to the one you've just wiped off Spencer's cheek.

Well shit.

"Uhm... we were going to tell you," you try to reason, but they've already left, telling everyone within ears reach (and still further) about what they've just found out.

"We should probably go tell Hotch before they do," he suggests weakly, getting up from the chair.

Gently pulling him along by his arm, you nod. "I absolutely agree."

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burrowdarling · 1 day ago

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Playing Games

Summary: You head over to Joe's apartment for what you thought would be your usual hangout, things get competitive between you two in a whole new way.

Pairings: lsu!Joe x bestfriend!reader

Warnings: descriptions of sex (p in v), no protection (wrap it before you tap it), weed smoking, praise, MDNI

Note: Hi! Happy victory Monday 🧡 I got a bit carried away while writing this one, I tried to proofread the best I could so sorry for any mistakes. This is my longest fic to date, I hope you all enjoy it!

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You arrived at Joe’s apartment for your usual weekly hangout, your bag slung over your shoulder as you used your spare key to let yourself in. You always brought your things for the next day, just in case you decided (or inevitably) fell asleep here. It wouldn’t be the fist time, having some of your clothes stashed here for those times. Joe didn’t seem to mind, appreciating that you guys had established a close enough friendship to do so. There was also a small part of him that wished you kept more of your things there.

You heard his footsteps padding down the hallway, towel drying his hair with sweatpants sitting low on his hips and his t-shirt slung over his shoulder. You took the time he was distracted to look at him a little longer than a best friend should. You’ve had the biggest crush on Joe since you guys met when you were younger, rekindling your friendship when Joe transferred to LSU. You stayed in touch before, but it was hard to make time for each other when you were apart, now it’s hard to imagine how things used to be between you two.

Joe looked up and held your gaze, smilings as he dropped the towel onto the back of the kitchen chair in front of him. He stepped closer to give you a quick hug, feeling the small droplets of water that remained across his back. He pulled away, reaching behind you to grab a drink from the fridge.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in” Joe spoke as he pulled his t-shirt over his head while heading towards the couch. You watched as his taut back muscles flexed as his arms went over his head to pull the short down, knowing how much work he put in day after day to have those. His work ethic was something you had always admired about him.

Joe settled in on the couch, propping his socked feet up against the edge of the coffee table and picked up his controller. He slipped the hat he left there backwards onto his head, letting out a content sigh as he settled in. You took his comfort as a cue to follow him, replying as you went.

“I wasn’t here long, we had some perfect timing” you said as you settled on the other side of the couch. You sat criss crossed with your back against the arm of the couch, facing towards Joe when you noticed the joint tucked behind his ear. He must’ve done that before you came over, knowing it was something you both liked to do from time to time. It wasn’t often that either of you smoked, but it was something that always eased the tension you felt in the room with Joe.

You felt extremely comfortable with him, it was more of the realization that your feelings for him weren’t going anywhere any time soon that made things harder, particularly in times like this. Joe was so laid back in this moment, no stress of classes or the season on his mind to weigh him down. Your time together was his priority and it put off an energy that made you want to be closer to him. The hard part was discerning the lines between what a best friend would do and when it felt like something more.

Joe must’ve felt your gaze on his face, slipping the joint into his fingers as he looked to face you. He toyed with it between his fingers before saying, “I was gonna head out for a smoke before we started anything, would you wanna join me?” Joe asked as he started to stand up.

You nodded your head, trying to keep your emotions in check as you followed Joe out onto his small balcony. You each took a seat across from one another at his small patio table. Joe took out the lighter from his pocket, bringing the joint to his lips as he lit the end of it. Joe took a good inhale, pulling it away from his lips as he held his breath for a few seconds. He let the smoke exhale from his lungs and oast his lips, blowing it straight up in the air.

You felt your own breath catch in your throat at the sight of his exposed neck, wanting to drag your lips across it and mark it up to your heart's content. Joe passed the joint over to you, along with the lighter. You thanked him before repeating the actions he just did moments before. You didn;t smoke much, not loving the burn in your chest or how it could send you into coughing fits. You did love the way it made you feel, though this time would be one of the coughing sprees. You could feel your cheeks stat to heat, a small wave of embarrassment as if you couldn’t keep up washed over you.

Joe chuckled as he passed you his water and extended his other hand for the joint as a trade, nodding a silent thank you to him before downing some to give your throat some relief. You could see the gears in Joe’s head turning as he fiddled with the joint between his long slender fingers.

“I have an idea that might help you out and help you not cough so much. Do you trust me, sunshine?” you smiled at him from the use of your nickname. It was one Joe had given you years ago due to your happy-go-lucky nature and positive attitude, having stuck ever since.

“Of course I do, I would trust you with anything Joey” you said honestly. You meant it wholeheartedly, knowing he would never intentionally hurt you.

Joe nodded and he lit the joint again, and brought it to his lips to take an inhale of his own, motioning for you to move closer. You scooted your chair as close as you could with the proximity of the balcony. Joe exhaled the hit he took before preparing to take another, a look of confusion crossing your features.

“I’m gonna need you to open your mouth a bit and relax for me. Trust me remember?” Joe asked sweetly, not giving your brain much time to process his request and just doing what you were told.

Joe took another hit, this time leaning over in your direction. The next thing you knew Joe’s lips were ghosting dangerously close to yours, feeling the smoke exit his mouth and fill your own. In the haze of his actions, you could hear Joe instruct you to slowly inhale what he’d given you. You did so, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling. You didn’t feel the same burn you did before and there was no cough after, just the effects you liked to feel after you smoked.

“Again,” you said before you could overthink it. Joe nodded and did as you asked, feeling yourself become more weightless as time went on. You and Joe chatted about nothing and everything while you smoked, catching the other up on anything they might have missed during your short time apart. By the end of the joint, Joe took the last hit while you were sat feeling like you were on cloud nine and let the realization hit you on how close you had come to locking your lips with his. There was so much charge behind the action, with his mouth so close to yours, it was a true test of willpower to not have closed the small gap and crossed over that line with him.

Joe was feeling a similar feeling, kicking himself for letting things get as close with you as he did. He never wanted you to feel uncomfortable with him and knew it would allow you to feel good without the added repercussions, he was always trying to make you feel good.

You took a minute to compose yourselves before making your way back into the apartment. You sat closer to each other this time, your legs grazing one another as you sat. Feeling the slight heat of his body against yours had your mind racing. The buzz from your high made you feel like you were tensionless, Joe’s energy pulling you into him. You couldn’t get your mind off his lips and what it felt like when they brushed against your own ever so slightly.

Joe handed you a controller, bringing your thoughts back to the present, thanking him lightly. He picked up the remote and started to get everything going.

“I figured we could fuck around with some Madden, it’s been so long since we played together” Joe said, reminiscing on how you guys loved to play when you were younger. Joe had the advantage having been better at video games than you ever were, but he’d always help you out. You nodded shyly, smiling to yourself as you thought back to similar memories when everything with him was easier.

You fiddled with it in your hand as he started to get everything set, wandering into the kitchen to find some snacks for you both to have on hand. Even doing the most mundane things this man was so distracting. You focused on the controller in your lap, trying to memorize where every button was instead, it being some time since you used one, in an effort to calm yourself.

You guys played a couple games, getting your bearing in your current states. You both were giggling throughout it all, making everything into a joke whenever you had the chance to do so. Joe’s laugh was like music to your ears. It was so contagious you found yourself laughing along with him, even if it was at nothing. You were unsure when the tension became palpable in the room, the air seeming light between you two for the majority of the evening. You felt your bodies drifting closer as you guys laughed, ending up slouched into one another. The feeling of Joe’s body on yours had your mind reeling with the most inappropriate thoughts about your best friend.

You let your eyes wander over him, taking him in as he played. Your eyes scanning over him, lingering too long in places they shouldn’t. You thought about what things would be like if you were on the same page with each other. If Joe really felt the same about you, desiring your body the same way you wanted his. You wondered what he thought about when he pleasured himself, what he liked. Your body reeling at the thought of Joe’s hand gripped around his cock, his mind filled with thoughts of you. It was as if Joe could read your mind, sensing exactly where your thoughts were headed. You couldn't help but think and hope that his mind went there too, wanting you in all the ways you desired him.

“What do you say we up the stakes, hm?” Joe spoke, cutting through the silence like a knife. His voice pulled you out of your thoughts of him to the one in front of you, the lines between the two starting to blur.

“What’d you have in mind?” you asked, feeling your competitive nature shining through at his idea. Bringing your attention there instead of where it shouldn’t be.

“What if instead of just a winner or loser, we make it into strip madden” he said so matter of factly, Joe’s idea causing your mind to go blank. You had to think for a second if he really jus said those words out loud.

“Do tell, Burrow” you questioned as passively as you could muster, trying not to let your overt excitement show through.

“Every time the other person scores, you have to remove an article of clothing. If it’s something special like a 2-point conversion or an interception, it's an extra piece of the opponents choosing” Joe finished confidently, laying back on the couch as he spread his legs further apart. You couldn’t help your eyes trailing down to the lower half of his body, the weed lowering your inhibitions. You figured you didn’t have much to lose at this point, Joe seemed as engaged and turned on by the tension in the room as you were.

You took an inventory of all of the layers you had on. You were wearing a hoodie and t-shirt, thanking yourself for it being the day you decided to wear a bra for an extra layer. You had on some leggings, underwear, and socks. It didn’t feel like much, but it felt fairly even to what Joe was wearing.

“You’re on, may the best player win” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“I intend to have you naked for me by halftime”Joe said so matter of factly that you almost spit it right back out. How was he being so cool in this situation? You could already feel yourself crumbling for him.

“We’ll see about that” as composed as you could sound, keeping your focus on the screen. If you looked in his direction, you feared it would be game over before it even started. Joe lightly coughed to get your attention, his hand stuck straight out for a handshake. So you’d have to look at him AND touch him? He was smarter than you thought.

You shook on it to make the deal official and took up spots on opposite ends of the couch. You were hoping the slight distance you put between you would help to clear your mind a little. You hadn’t played in so long, hoping you could do well enough to get Joe to lose some clothing. Joe started up the game, scrolling through the different options for teams.

“I call the Bengals though,” you said with a playful smirk crossing your lips. Joe gestured as if to say ‘go right ahead’, opting to play as the Lions instead. You messed around, trying to pick the exact uniform you wanted before settling on the all-white one. Joe set the rules for the game, turning towards you and dropping a wink as he hit the start button. You inhaled a deep breath, giving yourself the strength to hold your own.

Joe scored the first touchdown fairly early on, with you opting to go for your socks first. You were intending to play hard to get, it was one of the only things you really had to hold on to if he was going to beat you. You slowly pulled them off one by one, wiggling your eyebrows at him while you did so, earning a small chuckle from him as he shook his head at you.

“You’ll have to score more than that to see what’s underneath, Joey” you said with a sing-song tone to your voice. You were enjoying this, watching his eyes darkness with lust as he looked at you. It was as if he was seeing right through you anyway, able to see every dip and curve of your body in his mind.

“Oh I intend to, I told you what my goal was and I’m not giving up on it” Joe said confidently. You felt your confidence waver slightly, feeling like this wasn;t just a game to him anymore, but a reason to have you where he wanted you.

“If you wanted me naked for you, all you had to do was ask me,” you said quietly, not as confident as it was in your head. The lines between friendship and more were essentially nonexistent at this point, both of your highs wearing off and the sober truth coming to the surface.

“Believe me I do, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. I’m also not a quitter and intend to draw this out fair and square, a deal is a deal after all” Joe said as he turned his focus back to the TV, leaving you breathless and thoughts spinning. His confession had heat shooting straight to your core, feeling yourself getting wetter with each second that passed.

By halftime, the game felt unfair despite having more layers on than Joe at the start. You managed to score two touchdowns, which felt like a victory in itself. Having copied your ideas to go socks-first, he was left shirtless which you weren’t complaining about. You, on the other hand, were left in just your bra and panties, watching as Joe had to try his hardest to keep his gaze fixed on the screen.

You could see the hard outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants, envisioning what it would look like to have your hands wrapped around it. Wondering if he would be too big to take in your mouth, needing to use your hands to take the rest of him. You squeezed your legs tighter at the thought, the movement not going unnoticed by Joe. You were silently wishing he chose to let you score more points to put you out of your misery. You felt like your skin was electrified with the amount of tension that was in the room. Just as the next half was about the start, you felt Joe move on the opposite end of the couch.

“Fuck the game, I’m taking you now” Joe said with a groan as he shifted over to your side, leaving you no choice but to end up underneath him.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your mind tried to process what was happening. The number of times you imagined this scenario in your head was too many to count, trying your hardest to be in the moment while it was happening. You were sure you had soaked through your panties by now, praising yourself for choosing a cute matching lace set this morning when you got dressed.

“Do you know how hard it was to just sit there and watch you play in this little excuse you call underwear, hmm?” Joe teased, his voice low and sultry. He brought his hand down to touch your bare shoulder as he inched closer to the strap of your bra.

“It seems like you’ve been enjoying the view of this little excuse just fine if you ask me” you chided back as you brought your own hand to his shoulder, letting it fall slowly down his chest. Your touch was feather light, a shiver coming from Joe as he let his eyes close just for a second to revel in the moment of having your hands on him.

“Once we fully cross this line, I don’t want to go back to how things were with you. If you want out, now is your time to say so and we can forget all of this happened” Joe said with a sincere concern in his tone. You could tell by the look on his face that he meant every word he said, even if it would crush him to go back on things with you.

“I feel like we crossed that line hours ago and I have no intention of wanting to go back if you’ll have me Joey,” you said honestly as you locked eyes with each other. You gave him a nod and that was all it took. It was as if a cord of restraint had snapped within him, his head dipping down to your neck as his lips trailed kisses all along it. He found your sweet spot almost instantly, earning a moan from you that you tried your best to muffle with the back of your hand against your mouth. Joe stopped, moving his lips to your ear as his hot breath fanned over it.

“Don’t you dare quiet any of those sounds, I’ve wanted to hear what you sounded like beneath me for so long, don’t hold out on me now. Let me know just how good I’m making you feel sunshine” Joe said as he made quick work of trailing his hands down your body to your center. You let a loud moan escape your lips as your back arched up into Joe, a triumphant smile across his face.

“Is it bad to want to skip all of the other stuff and have you in me now?” you asked a bit shyly, hoping you weren’t coming off wrong. “Not that I don’t want to do everything else, considering I’ve imagined what it would be like to have my mouth on your cock.”

“Jesus, sunshine, you’ve got quite the mouth on you huh. As long as it means we can go back to it later, I’ve been dying to fuck you” Joe said as he moved his fingers to slip them into the waistband of your panties, slipping them down your legs and tossing them somewhere across the room. He dropped his face to be between your thighs as he licked a quick strip through your folds, a gasp coming from you.

“I had to get a taste of you first, though and you bet your ass I’ll be going back for more later. I plan on having you be a mess below me and above me” Joe said as he made quick work of taking off his boxers, coming back to be above you on the couch. He lined himself up at your entrance, pausing to meet your gaze first.

“This okay?” he asked, wanting to make sure one final time. It was sweet how much he cared for you, always making you feel safe despite the situation.

“It’s perfect, Joey” you answered, your voice full of adoration for the man above you. With your reply, he slowly pushed himself into you. Your breath hitched in your throat before letting out a long moan. You heard Joe groaning above you as he moved himself deeper, allowing you time to adjust to his size.

“God Joey you’re so fucking big” you moaned out, letting your head fall back against the couch and your eyes close.

“Eyes on me sunshine, I know you can take it” Joe talked you through it, eliciting sounds you didn’t even know you could make at his words. “I don’t know if I’m gonna last long, you’re so damn tight.”

“That’s okay, that’s what another round is for” you joked back, bringing your hands to his back as he started to move into you at a quicker pace. You dragged your nails down as he hit just the right spot, the feeling only making him fuck you harder. Joe was putting any of the other guys you had been with to shame, the expectations in every fantasy you’ve had being surpassed with flying colors.

“Fuck Joey, I’m gonna-” you didn’t finish your sentence before you felt one of his hands make its way down between you, his thumb rolling small circles on your clit. That’s all it took to send you over the edge, moaning out his name as you rode out your high.

Joe finished soon after, the feeling of your walls tightening around him becoming too much to hold back. He pulled out quickly, finishing himself on your stomach with a few quick strokes of his hand. Your name fell from his lips as he tucked his face into your neck, leaving a few sweet kisses on your skin. You both took a few moments to catch your breath, lying and holding each other's soft gaze.

“What do you say we get you cleaned up in the shower, as much as I love what a mess I made of you” Joe asked, a hint of desire lacing his words. You simply nodded, feeling too worn out to speak. Joe chuckled, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. He sat you gently on the counter while he started the shower and grabbed an extra towel.

“What does this mean for us?” you spoke up, voice soft and mellow. Joe turned to look at you from across the bathroom, making his way over and standing between your legs.

“I’d love to take you out on a real date, make you mine officially” Joe responded, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear.

“I’d love that, though I feel like I’ve always been your girl” you said, full transparency in your words. Joe leaned down to meet your lips in a sweet slow kiss, the full gravity of the situation settling in the room between you.

“And I’ve always been your guy, sunshine,” Joe said as he parted from you and helped you into the shower. This was not the way you anticipated your weekend to go, but you wouldn’t change playing the game for the world.

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kittynugg · 2 days ago

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allow me to add stanford as a playable character and some other mechanics because this concept had me up at four fucking thirty in the morning thinking of ideas

first i'll start with those stats i added, fears paranoia allat shit (under the cut its a long post

fears are basically just consequences without actions, ford needs to be near stan or have a light to sneak in the dark. otherwise he has a time limit of how long he can remain in the dark area before the player is forced back to his and stan's room and has to start it all over. not to mention, ford's fear of the dark causes his eyes to play tricks on him and he may occasionally see a shadow in the shape of filbrick in the dark. the big problem? ford is a baby insomniac! he has to have certain conditions to sleep and will not if they aren't met. simple things like "i need a glass of water." if he doesnt do them he'll stay up for most of the night or the entire night and spent the next day with the "tired" stat, which gives him eyebags and worsens his ability to lie, cover up for stan and may even cause him to get worse grades in school if its a school day which causes filbrick to become suspicious

so to combat the fear of the dark you can obtain a flashlight, but the problem is its a fucking flashlight and you're trying to sneak under the cover of darkness so if filbrick is nearby there's like an absurdly high chance he'll see you

stan's fear of heights prevents him from hiding in certain high places or reaching certain areas. ford can climb into his bed (i always imagine he takes the top bunk because stan is afraid of heights) when filbrick or caryn walk in but if prompted to hide there stan will just freeze for a moment and potentially get caught that way

paranoia is basically fear but at random moments of the day, sometimes ford will get bullshit missions to avoid something or do something for someone and it'll be completely unnecessary. the "tired" stat exacerbates his paranoia

as mentioned on the character select screen, ford can keep snowball from meowing when stan walks past, making him an asset when sneaking. he'll pet snowball and keep him distracted while stan does his thing and feed him something if he has treats in his inventory (an item i made up just now that stan or ford can obtain to shut snowball the fuck up) if given treats snowball will remain quiet for a certain amount of time but it isnt necessary if you have ford with you

i wish snowball had some depth to him other than just being an alert, maybe he's another thing that keeps ford from freaking out in the dark. like maybe at the cost of making some noise (meowing, purring) you get a few more seconds

lets see uhh what else

ford has to deal with bullying at school, so his future readings are related to that. he can piece together the meanings a lot quicker than stan and as such will occasionally receive missions according to the meanings

like here, he'd be shoved into his locker and teased about his hands, so he may receive a mission to avoid the lockers

i wanna think lying is based on the skill of the player via qte, stan's are fairly easy while ford's are intermediate and hard if he has the "tired" stat

failing the qte will place a filler word into the sentence (uh, um, well, etc.) and raise filbrick's suspicion. failing too many will end the sequence and create the shittiest, most goddamn preposterous lie possible if you're playing as ford. like he'll be asking why they were late for dinner and he'll blurt out "we were at the waterpark!"

i dont think getting stan into trouble would be a game over for ford it'd just end the day, idk what the loss condition *would* be though

which is a good segway into my next mechanic, anger!!! if ford fucks up stan can get mad at him, which will make him more reckless when sneaking and slightly less willing to cover for him. not unreasonably so though it depends on the fuckup im so sorry for how much i swear wow

anyway this works the same way for stan as the player, if stan *did* white out ford's name on his report card and got him into trouble, ford might find out and confront stan which risks filbrick overhearing and finding out himself

also stan breaks the fourth wall occasionally. just because. he can react to some menus like the word "special" in his character select screen, and will comment about some missions like "hey, that's a good idea! ..that was my idea. that text up there stole my idea!"

also also cosmetics!!!!

they can give buffs, debuffs and cause little events during your day like going to the nurse for a headache from wearing the wrong glasses or the hat blowing away and being home from school late because you and stan had to go out and find it or you find a mysterious journal hidden deep within the woods

idk ive been working on this since i saw the post i had a lot of fun with it thank you for your time im just way too excited to post this to keep adding more

Had a dream last night about a gravity falls game where you play as young Stanley having to sneak around and lie to stay out of trouble with Filbrick. It wasn't really a horror game but it had a lot of horror game-like mechanics and there was a general sense of discomfort the entire time.

The only quest I can remember is one where Stanley gets a bad report card while Stanford gets a good one. Filbrick is out doing business until tomorrow so you have until the morning to try and make it look like you got good grades. There's an option to use white out on Stanford's card while he sleeps and write your name instead.

You could also get future readings from mom, who would give hints on what will happen to you next so you can start setting up lies and stealing in advance instead of scrambling to cover yourself last minute. (If you could figure out what the readings were hinting at. They got progressively more vague as the game went on, going from "I hear" and "I see", to "I feel")

You didn't get to see what happened when Filbrick caught him, it just cut to a game over screen. You could be caught and sent to your room three times before this happens (which ends the quest you're on. Because you failed to lie well enough). There is no way to win. The game would just keep going with scenarios until you lost or gave up

There was a vending machine on the board walk that had warped reflections in the glass that corrected itself when you looked at it head-on

#oh and if it explains anything im going under the assumption that theyre ten here #because i thiiiiiiink they were confirmed to be ten in the start of a tale of two stans?#anyway sorry i was bored and this made me so not bored tysm for posting this #gf stan #gravity falls stan #grunkle stan #stan pines #stanley pines #stan gravity falls #grunkle stan gravity falls #stanley gravity falls #gf ford #gravity falls ford #grunkle ford #ford pines #stanford pines #ford gravity falls #grunkle ford gravity falls

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stevesgother · 1 day ago

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Chalkboard Hearts - Pt II

Pairing - Teacher!Steve Harrington x Fem!Mom!Reader

WC - 4.3k

Contains - slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, single motherhood, kindergarten teacher AU, school field trip, awkward bashful stevie, ONE use of y/n bc the story called for it sorry i don’t make the rules, mention of parent death

AN - here’s part two! I’m so thankful for the love and support you all showed on the first part and continue to show on all my works. It means so much that you guys enjoy my silly little delusions that i happened to turn into silly little stories!

Much love ~ emma

“Well, she’s excelling in English and reading, but struggling a bit with our math unit,” your daughter’s new kindergarten teacher informs you across a maplewood desk clad with plenty of miscellaneous trinkets; Abbey sits on a plastic chair next to you. Normally, it’s not recommended to bring your child to a parent/teacher conference, but with the cost of hiring a sitter lately, this was your only feasible option.

“That being said,” he continues optimistically, “I have plenty of practice worksheets I can send home with you, and if she’s still not getting it in a few weeks, I'm more than willing to stay after hours to work with her.”

You cringe at the idea of him working overtime for you or Abbey, even if it’s literally his job.

“That’s very generous, Mr. H, but–”

He cuts you off, speaking your name in a reassuring tone, “I promise, I’m happy to. It’s not as if I have anywhere else to be,” he chuckles, gesturing to the empty room where you sit.

He senses your hesitation but continues anyway, “Look, I’ll give you the worksheets, and check back in next week. Deal?” he’s clearly asking you, but Abbey beats you to the punch, “Can I use my crayons?”

“Obviously,” he phrases it as though he would expect nothing less.

Abbey gives a barely noticeable little pump of her fist. She’s wriggling around in her seat and you can tell she’s getting antsy with all the ‘grownup talk’. Steve rises first and sticks his hand out for you to shake and when you return the gesture, he takes your palm in both of his.

“Hey, Abbey’s doing great, seriously. You have nothing to worry about,” maybe you look anxious at the prospect of your child struggling in a subject because you somehow weren’t attentive enough, or maybe he can just read you like a book. Either way, his hands on you are dizzying.

“I appreciate that,” you offer him a tender smile as he releases you from his grasp. “What do you say, Abbey? Wanna head home?”

She immediately deflates at the question. School has been in session for barely two months, and all she can seem to talk about is her new teacher. The car rides home and dinners at the table are spent telling tales of his Star Wars impressions, or how he hangs up every picture he’s given on the corkboard behind his desk– how he lets the class have extra recess time if they behave all day long, and how he ‘never ever’ raises his voice.

You can always picture it so easily. There’s something naturally whimsical about him, and anyone can tell he was made for this career. There’s a distant fear that the infatuation Abbey seems to have with him is caused by the absence of her own father, and you wish constantly to be able to give her that– to be two parents for the price of one– but as much as she adores you, there’s always going to be a void in her life that you alone can’t fill. It makes you ache to dwell on it for too long.

“Can’t we stay just a little bit longer?” She pleads with glistening eyes.

“I’m sure Mr. H wants to get home too, Ab,” at that, her features twist into a pout.

Steve kneels in front of her, “I’m gonna see you on Monday though, right?” She tearfully nods, “Good,” he grins and gives her hair a little ruffle when he stands.

“You two have a good weekend, and drive home safe, okay?”

You send him a shy wave, “You too, Mr. H,”

As you’re making your way down the hallway towards the exit with Abbey's hand clasped tightly in yours, you hear a voice along with heavy footfall echo after you, “Wait!--”

When you turn around, Steve’s lightly jogging towards you with a flyer in his hand, “I forgot to give you this,” he pants when he catches up. He hands you a colorful paper advertising a class field trip to Spiller Farm– an orchard a few miles outside of town.

He runs a hand through his hair, mussed from a stressful day doing exactly that, “We still need a few more chaperones, I wanted to ask if you’d be able to?”

Abbey’s demeanor becomes instantly lighter as she begins tugging on your arm, “Please, mommy?!” she begs, as if she’d even have to. “Definitely! Let me double check my schedule and make sure I’m not working,” you smile kindly, “I’ll let you know on Monday when I drop her off,”

For a split second, Steve considers just giving you his number before he thinks better of it. You barely know him, for Christ’s sake. I’d look like a complete creep, He thinks.

“Y-yeah– that’s fine,” he winces at his own awkwardness, “Trip’s on Wednesday,” again feeling like a blundering idiot, as the flyer he just handed you clearly states as much.

If you notice though, you don’t mention it. You simply say,

“See you Monday,”

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Abbey seemed to be in better spirits by the time you made it home and popped a frozen pizza into the oven. You’ve always envied the rebound rate of her sour moods; maybe you should take a page out of her book.

She sits at the table playing with two perfectly groomed Barbie Dolls. Her other toys were a different story– baby doll’s with botched haircuts, stuffed animals with unidentifiable stains and the occasional hole, but her Barbies were always considered with the utmost care a five-year-old could offer.

“Mr. H says his favorite pizza is pepperoni,” she says from where she sits behind you, “is that what kind we’re having?”

“No, silly goose, you don’t like pepperoni,” you remind her, “you always say it’s too spicy,”

“Oh, okay,” she sounds indifferent; she trusts you to remember what she likes and dislikes on her behalf, sparing no room in her growing brain for such trivial facts.

“Can I have four slices?” She asks sweetly. You hum and pretend to give it some thought before bargaining, “How about I give you one slice first, and then if you’re still hungry, you can have more?”

She nods, taking the bait. You eventually make it to the table, plates in hand, and eat the greasy slices in a comfortable silence until Abbey asks,

“What kind of pizza did my daddy like?”

It’s not the first time she’s asked questions about Jeremy, and you know it won’t be the last, but your heart still sinks a little every time she does.

“Your dad liked hawaiian pizza, that was his favorite,”

“‘ha-way-en’?” she mispronounces, “what’s that?” her little features contort with confusion.

You correct her pronunciation and reply, “Well, technically It’s a state, but hawaiian pizza has ham and pineapple on it,”

Her confusion morphs to disgust and she giggles, “Ew!”

“I know,” her laughter is contagious, “I don’t like it either,” you wave your hand in front of your nose in a ‘P.U’ gesture.

Her father is no longer a topic of conversation after that. It was always like this– the questions generally mundane and inconsequential, not realizing that the images she’s conjuring are covered in cobwebs and dust; buried deep in the forgotten corners of your subconscious.

When you’re a kid, nothing holds that kind of weight. Petty things like broken toys or an early bedtime are the most of her worries and memories aren’t so burdening– yet another thing you envy of her youth.

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The next few days go by without a hitch– school, ballet class and homemade dinners every night– that is until Wednesday morning when you wake up and are immediately confronted with the sun cascading through your curtains, and your alarm that's been beeping for thirty minutes longer than it normally does.

Abbey is straddling your lap and vigorously shaking your shoulders, “Mom! Mom, we have to go!” The panic you feel outweighs the embarrassment of being woken up late by your own child, and you rush to slip on a pair of jeans and the first sweater you make out on top of your hamper.

A sideways glance at the clock tells you that you have exactly three minutes to get out the door– it appears that your go-to look lately is bags under your eyes and your hair scooped up into the nearest claw clip. The trend continues today, though you’re able to dab on a little concealer while Abbey puts her boots on in the mudroom.

You’re both shocked and amazed that she’s dressed– her outfit even mostly coordinating. Unfortunately, the remains of what was supposed to be a ham and cheese sandwich are littered all over the counter. Crackers for lunch today it is.

Grabbing her mostly empty backpack, you ask, “You got everything, Ab?”

“Yep!” She shouts, mostly because she was already outside and standing in the driveway, waiting for you to unlock the car for her.

When you get to the school, several golden buses are parked in a single file line and opening their doors for dozens of children to pour in. A little mortified, you realize you’re the last parent here, and silently pray that there’ll still be a seat for you and Abbey on the bus.

You’re searching for Steve, albeit unconsciously. You aren’t acquainted with any of the other teachers, and he’s your life raft in this sea of chaos and PTA soccer moms. You don’t have to look for very long though, before your name is being shouted from a few feet away on the tarmac. Grasping Abbey’s wrist, you shoulder your way over to where he stands waiting.

“Hey–I’m so sorry, I somehow slept through my alarm this morning,” you blush and muss Abbey’s hair, “this little gremlin woke me up, actually,”

She shakes your hand off her head, “Hey!” she frowns.

“You’re good, promise. I saved you a seat, and Abbey,” he redirects his attention, “Clarissa B. asked to sit with you, is that okay?”

She’s too excited to bother responding, instead dashing inside in an attempt to find her friend. You hear a muffled warning of ‘no running!’, eliciting a shared laugh between the two of you.

“After you,” Steve steps back to let you in first. You spot the only available seat which is dead in the front of the bus– and when you sit down, Steve sits down next to you.

“Well, uh,” he scratches his neck nervously when you scoot to make room for him, “I saved us a seat. Is what I meant.”

“It’s okay,” you give a reassuring breath of laughter, “I don’t mind,”

“Right,” he clears his throat and you feel the bus shift gears to make its way towards the

orchard.

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You’ve never been this close to Steve before and right away the space is enveloped with whatever cologne he’s wearing and the spearmint scent of the gum he’s been absentmindedly chewing. He smells of cedar and something musky; cinnamon and spice. You notice now all of the freckles and moles that form constellations over his forearms and neck.

When the silence between you becomes a little too stiff– pleasantries about the weather having subsided nearly ten minutes ago– he asks, “Have you ever been to Spiller Farm?”

“Yeah I– I have,” you say, unsure why you’re suddenly nervous, “My parents used to take me every year when I was Abbey’s age to go apple picking. Have you?”

“Oh, no,” he’s fixated on his hands folded in his lap, shaking his head, “this’ll be my first time, I actually grew up in Indiana,”

“Indianapolis?” You question curiously.

He gave a humorless laugh, “I wish. It was a uh…much smaller town,” he finally looks at you then, faces much closer than you realized in the cramped bus seat, “I came to Maine for college, liked it so much I guess I didn’t want to leave.” This time when he smiles, it looks genuine.

He clears his throat and continues, “Abbey tells me you work in a hospital– RN?

It was remarkable how much you knew about each other despite having very little conversations that didn’t surround Abbey; thanks to your oversharing kindergartener.

You wish that you could tell him you were a nurse, feeling increasingly embarrassed at your lack of a college education, but instead you reply, “Reception,” with a tight lipped smile. Having Abbey so young, and doing it alone at that, left no time for degrees or prestigious jobs.

You expect a sympathetic expression in response, maybe even distaste, but you find only sincerity etched across his features when he says, “That’s really neat, I could never do that. Hospitals they…kinda give me the heebie jeebies,”

“It’s definitely not for the faint of heart,” you agree, “I have so many crazy stories,”

“Well, I’d love to hear them sometime,” he smiles at you so tenderly that it makes you want to disintegrate and float away among the air that breezes through the open bus windows.

“Yeah, I’d like that”, you say, distracted by the hazel flecks in what you had previously thought were brown eyes. Luckily, the distinct jolt of tire on gravel bails you out of more awkward silence and before you know it, you’re filing off the bus and breathing in the scent of freshly picked apples and cow manure.

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You foolishly forget that Steve isn’t just here with you and your daughter on his own accord, and does actually have to do his job of wrangling children and organizing the day's activities. He proceeds to do a headcount, looking like he means business with one hand propped on his hip and a clipboard gripped in the other.

He captures everyone’s attention with ease as he does a quick call and response gesture, ‘Clap, Clap, Clap Clap Clap,’ you’re shocked at how efficiently it works to halt their chattering.

“Good morning, everyone!” He beams and the class responds with a choir of high-pitched ‘Good Morning, Mr. H!’’s, he continues, “Alright, so, I’m going to be splitting everyone into small groups. Each parent will have about five kiddos, and I’ll just be floating around to make sure everything goes smoothly. Sound like a plan?”

Everyone agrees in a sea of nods and murmurs and the kids bounce with anticipation– hoping that they might get placed in the same group as their friends. Finally, you hear your name called and Steve pairs you with five children: your own daughter, her friend Clarissa B., a little boy named Beck, his younger sister and a timid little girl named Sophia. You breathe a sigh of relief that you hadn’t realized you were holding when it becomes obvious that all the kids you were assigned seemed to be fairly reserved and not too rowdy.

You lead your little flock over to the barn, where several farm hands are waiting to assist the children in petting the cows, pigs and other various animals. There are red buckets full of pellets that you assume is feed for the goats scattered along the ground, and you can practically feel Abbey buzzing with excitement beside you. She had been begging you for a pet practically the second after she said her first word.

Steve makes his way over to you from the rows of apple trees in the orchard section of the farm while you supervise the kids holding their tiny palms out to the ravenous livestock– slightly anxious that one of them might lose a finger.

You feel a strong hand on your shoulder, “C’mon, don’t wanna pet a dirt-covered sheep?” Steve quips when he reaches you.

“Not particularly,” you huff a laugh, “I was never really a ‘farm animal’ person. I think a dog would suit me just fine,”

“Do you have one?”

“Oh, no. Abbey’s been asking me for one since she was, like, two? I think? I just don’t have the time, you know?”

“Believe me, I get it.” He seems pensive when he responds, looking out over the expanse of the farm, “I never had a pet growing up, either,”

Before you have the chance to express your remorse, Abbey calls, “Mommy, look! Come pet the goat!”

“Be right there!” You call back with thinly veiled reluctance.

“You heard the girl,” Steve pats your shoulder where his hand had been as if to say ‘Go on’. He has an amused if not smug expression when you turn to face him.

“Why don’t you go pet the goat, Mr. H,”

“Hey, she asked for you! Don’t shoot the messenger,” He laughs, “Don’t worry, I'll take over supervising for a minute,” he sends you a wink and it makes your stomach drop, just a bit, like when you miss a step on a staircase but catch yourself just before you fall.

A similar feeling strikes you when you actually do fall, slipping on a particularly slick patch of mud and landing flat on your back. It temporarily knocks the wind out of you, but the sensation is quickly replaced by a white hot embarrassment. Steve’s at your side in an instant, albeit poorly concealing a laugh, “Oh my God, are you okay?” he asks, a little bewildered as he kneels down to help you up and getting his own jeans muddy in the process. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind.

You groan, out of discomfort or humiliation, you’re not sure. He wraps two calloused hands around your biceps and hoists you up with a surprising amount of strength. By the time you’re on your feet again, Abbey’s also rushing towards you.

“Mommy, you have mud on your butt,” she giggles. Always Captain Obvious, your daughter.

“Thanks baby, I see that,”

She’s trying to shrug off her jacket to tie around your waist, even if she finds your current predicament rather amusing, but you stop her before she can get very far, “Keep it, Ab, it’s chilly out. I’m okay,” you falsely promise.

“Here, you can have mine,” Steve takes his windbreaker off to hand to you.

“Oh– you don’t have to do that, Steve,” feeling guilty that he’s even offering, “I’ll get mud all over it– and won’t you be cold?”

“Nah,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “I run warm, plus I hear they just came out with these cool things that clean your clothes for you when they get dirty– washing machines I think they’re called?”

You playfully smack his arm and he smirks, “Don’t get smart, Harrington,” taking the jacket from him nonetheless, “Thank you. I’ll wash it for you tonight,”

He shoves his hands in his pockets after you take the garment, unsure what to do with them now that they’re empty, “Don’t mention it,” and there's that damned smile again.

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You promised Abbey yesterday that you could pick a bag of apples to make a pie together, so once everyone is satisfied with the time spent at the barn, you all make your way to the dozens of rows of trees, adorned with fresh, bright red fruit for plucking.

“What kind of apples do you think, Ab?” you look down to ask her, “They have Gala, Empire, Granny Smith,” you read off the signs marking each aisle.

“Whichever is the most juicy!”

“That would probably be HoneyCrisp, those are over this way, I think,” you say, putting a hand on her shoulder to guide her in the right direction.

Abbey does more eating than picking, leaving you with all the heavy lifting, despite the numerous ‘No Eating’ signs. You just can’t bring yourself to stop her– not when she looks at you with so much unbridled joy. Eating the apples straight off the tree had always been your favorite part, too.

A row over from the one you were in, you watch as Steve lifts another student onto his shoulders so he can pick the specific apple he was jumping for, and you have to fight the corners of your lips from quirking up into a smile.

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There was a small wooden cabin near the gravel parking lot that doubled as a gift shop, and the shelves were stocked full of handmade knick knacks, glass bottles of maple syrup, and all sorts of treats. It smelled wonderfully of freshly baked fritters and cinnamon.

“Can I get this candy apple, mom?”

“I don’t know, baby, we have to make sure it doesn’t have any peanuts,”

Petulant whining follows before a cheerful, silvery voice declares, “Don’t worry, dear, It doesn’t.” When you turn to find the source, you’re met with an older, stout woman with grey hair adorned in a bandana– the owner, you presume.

“Can I, mommy?”

“Alright, okay. Put it on the counter with the bag of apples,”

She makes a beeline to the wooden counter, barely able to reach over the top as she slams the treat down, sporting a toothy grin.

“Thank you–” you search for her nametag but find nothing.

She fills in the blank for you, “Dorothy,” her lips wobble just a little when she smiles, face wrinkling from decades of laughter and grinning.

“Any time, honey. You two take care now,” she says when she finishes checking out your items. She wags a finger at Abbey, “You be good for your momma, missy,”

“Yes ma’am,” Abbey replies politely.

She skips in front of you contentedly, apple in hand, out of the shop and towards the rest of the waiting students.

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Back on the bus, Abbey naps against your chest despite being slightly too big and the candy apple she begged you for is now getting stuck to your sleeve, but you don’t dare disturb her. Steve sits beside you again and this time the silence is much more tolerable; both of you exhausted from a day of governing twenty children, give or take.

“Abbey, uhm, told me about her dad,” he says timidly, nervous that the subject might cross a boundary, “I wanted to offer my condolences.”

You’d already resigned yourself to the fact that you’d have this conversation eventually– especially with Abbey being school aged now.

“I appreciate that,” you reassure, “It was a long time ago, I don’t think Abbey even remembers anything about him.” You realize in real time that this is the reason her questioning of her father has increased in the past few weeks.

He nods and pauses before he continues; contemplating, “Can I ask what happened?”

You turn only your head to look at him and he clarifies, “Abbey only said he ‘went to heaven’,”

“He, uh– car accident.” you answer simply, returning your gaze back to the crown of Abbey’s head resting peacefully on your chest, “She was just about a year old,”

The expression twisting his features urges you to reiterate that you’re okay– you’re both okay. You’ve had nearly six years to reconcile the loss of Jeremy; you’ve mourned, you’ve grieved and you’ve placed his memory tight in a sector of your heart that was designated just for him. But you didn’t want the pity anymore– you didn’t want to be the widow.

He seems to comprehend this despite you having said very little, and decides to drop the topic for now.

“She talks about you all the time, you know.” You nudge him gently with your shoulder and he becomes suddenly shy– a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

“She talks about you all the time,” he counters, “just goes on and on about how her mom makes the best boxed mac and cheese, and always plays make believe with her– even when she says she’s tired.”

You feel the sting of unwanted tears welling behind your eyes, “Well, I–”

“--You do the best you can, and you don’t give yourself nearly enough credit,” he interrupts before you have the chance to discount yourself, “You’re a great mom, Y/N.”

One of the aforementioned tears breaches the edge of your lash line and falls rapidly down our cheek, dropping onto the soft cushion of Abbey’s hair. When the bus abruptly stops, you wipe your face quickly and smear the salty trail it left in its wake.

You harshly clear your throat, “Thanks, Steve,”

“You do that a lot,”

“I feel it a lot.”

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Back at home, you set Abbey up in front of the television and peel your mud stained jeans off to throw them immediately in the wash, along with Steve’s jacket; not bothering with the hamper.

Once you’ve taken a quick shower to rinse the remaining crusted dirt off your thighs, you make your way back into the dimly lit living room to find Abbey asleep, once again, with her knees tucked into her chest, and the technicolor screen illuminating her features in tones of muted blue.

You strain your back to pick her up, but it’ll be worth it when she’s no longer small enough to carry bridal style into her all pink bedroom, and set atop her princess sheets. You’re thankful to have gotten her into her pajamas already– foreseeing this would happen.

There’s a dull longing in the center of your chest as you kiss her forehead and tuck the comforter up to her chin. It’s that same tug you felt after Jeremy died, when you realized you’d be putting your daughter to bed alone from that point on. It festered and grew until one day it became so routine that you didn’t remember what it felt like to have your partner there next to you, and then it dissipated completely.

Until tonight.

Except for this time the longing wasn’t for Jeremy. It wasn’t even for that ‘perfect man’ you’d sometimes conjure up in your mind’s eye just before you fell asleep at night.

It was for someone new.

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lovesturni0l0s · 1 day ago

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FLUFFMAS DAY 16: pranking Chris

After losing a bet to Matt you have to prank Chris all day

wc: 1.2k

lmk if you wanna be tagged 🫶🏼

a/n: I hope I did ur request justice! Literally was so sad for Chris, this poor baby I just wanna hug him

dividers by the lovely @bernardsbendystraws

“Matt, do I seriously have to do this?” I asked him, “Yup, a bet’s a bet. Plus I think it’ll be funny.” He laughed. “No he’s gonna be crushed and think I don’t love him anymore!” I argued, “We both know he’ll get over in two seconds, he’s whipped.” Matt reassured me.

I had lost a bet to Matt and as punishment I had to mess with Chris all day, ignoring him, wiping off his kisses, trying to sleep, things like that. I knew Matt was right and the second I told him it was a prank he’d be fine, but I felt awful at the thought of him doubting my love.

I had come over early this morning, at Matt’s request, while Chris was still sleeping because Matt knew that normally I would go lay with Chris till he woke up. Matt, Nick, and I sat on the couch watching a show for over an hour while we waited for Chris to finally come upstairs.

“Dude I’m fucking starving” we heard Chris grumble as he made it to the top of the stairs, stopping in surprise when he saw me between Nick and Matt. “The fuck? When did you get here baby?” He asked, confused, “Um a little over an hour ago I think.” I said as I checked my phone.

”Oh, why didn’t you come down to my room?” He asked, “No reason” I brushed it off, not fully paying attention to him. “Oh well good morning gorgeous.” He smiled as he leaned down to kiss me, when he stood up I tried to discreeting wipe my lips and if he noticed he didn’t say anything.

”Well, now that I’m up do you want to go get some food?” He asked as he grabbed his shoes, assuming I would say yes. “Just eat something y’all have here, I’m really into this show” I turned him down, his smile faltering. “Ok no worries” He said as he went to rifle through the pantry.

With Chris’s back turned Matt nudged my side, “How long do you think until he breaks?” He whispered, “Hopefully soon, this sucks” I complained quietly. “It’ll be good for him, maybe he won’t be attached to your hip all the time.” Nick joked. Nick wasn’t wrong, we were very close and Chris was very touchy and lovely, but it was one of my favorite things about him, I never doubted how much he loved me.

We continued to watch the show as Chris made his food, bringing it over to the couch, “move ur ass Matt” He said so he could sit next to me, “No you move, I can’t see the TV” Matt complained, lightly kicking Chris’s shin. “Dickhead, I want to sit next to my girlfriend.” Chris said, getting annoyed.

”Too bad, I was here first and I’m comfy” Matt insisted as Chris huffed and sat on the other end of the couch, looking at me, silently asking me to sit with him but I turned my eyes back to the TV.

After a while the boys had to get ready to stream, “You can chill in my room while we stream if you want, my bed isn’t on camera” He said as he got up to throw his trash away, Matt and Nick already in Matt’s room. “I’m chill out here” I dismissed his idea, “Ok well let me know if you need me.” he smiled, kissing me quickly.

”Once again, I wiped my lips, “What I got something on my lip?” He asked, staring at me in confusion, “Nope” I responded. “Then what you wiping off my kiss for?” He asked, “I was just wiping my lip Chris, no big deal” I insisted. “Ok, well I gotta get in there, love you baby” he said as he headed to Matt’s room, “See you in a bit.”

Matt texted that Chris came in all pouty and clearly in a mood and I knew it was because I didn’t say I love you back. All I knew is that I was counting down the hours till this day was over so I could shower Chris in my love.

I went out and got dinner with a friend while the boys streamed, for nearly five hours, and got home just as they were wrapping up. “Holy fuck that was a long stream” Nick sighed as he flopped onto the couch, “Matt we need to order food now I’m fucking starving” He complained as he turned the show back on as they all settled on the couch.

Chris sat down next to me, throwing his arm over my shoulder but I leaned away and towards Nick to watch as he scrolled through DoorDash to find dinner. Eventually they all settled on what to order and we watched the show as they waited, a clear distance between me and Chris on the couch.

They got their food and we ended up binge watching the show for a few hours, Nick and I occasionally yapping dramatically about a scene. Eventually we all got tired and Nick and Matt decided to head to bed after cleaning up their trash. “Yeah I’m beat too, ready to head to bed baby?” Chris asked hopefully as Nick and Matt left.

“Actually I’m just gonna sleep on the couch tonight” I said as I scrolled on my phone, “What?” He asked, his voice breaking. “Look if I did something so awful that you don’t even want to share a bed with me, I’m sorry, but you take my bed I’ll sleep on the couch.” He offered, holding back tears.

“Oh no Baby, you didn’t do anything, I’m so sorry” I said as I rushed over to him, taking his face in my hands. “Then why have you been ignoring me all day?” He asked, “I’m sorry honey, it was stupid fucking prank Matt came up with because I lost a bet. I love you, I’m sorry baby.” I explained as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me.

“So you’re not mad at me? I didn’t do anything?” He sniffled as he wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. “Not a thing baby, I promise” I reassured him as I pressed a kiss to his head. “Oh thank god. But please don’t do that again, today sucked” He breathed out as he pulled away.

“No, never again, it killed me to see you so sad” I reassured him, pressing my lips to his, “Now let’s go to bed and you can get all the cuddles and kisses that you want” I promised. “That sounds perfect Ma” he smiled, “Fuck you Matt!” He called, Matt’s laughter heard from his room.

After the long, draining day, Chris fell asleep with a smile, laying on my chest with my hand running through his hair, and everything was right again

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pedroscurls · 1 day ago

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training partners (pt. 15)

summary: hugh leaves for the world press tour for deadpool & wolverine - leaving you back in new york. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: smut (18+ mdni), phone sex, hugh is away for the tour so how else are they gonna relieve themselves??? lol, implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), no use of y/n. word count: 2.6k a/n: sorry for the delay on this everyone. anyway, i actually enjoyed writing this chapter so much. these two are literally so in love and i hope i captured that 🥺 stay tuned, y'all. angst is right around the corner... as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part.

You’re standing in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around Hugh’s midsection as your cheek rests against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat quiets your mind and his hand continues to rub your back.

“Gonna miss you,” you whisper.

Hugh nods in agreement, kissing the crown of your head. “I’m gonna miss you too, baby. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Slowly, you pull away to look up at him. He brings a hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb across your jawline. “You’d think after being together for a year we’d get tired of each other,” you tease.

“We could be together for ten years and I won’t ever get tired of you,” he chuckles.

You smile to yourself and stand on your toes to peck his lips. Hugh cups the side of your neck and presses his lips firmly against yours. His arm snakes around your waist instead and holds you close to him as his lips move slowly. He’s going to be gone for over a month to do this world press tour for the movie; part of him is anxious to leave you here, knowing that Jack could reach out to you while he’s gone.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, eyes falling shut briefly. “I love you, baby.”

You move your hands to card your fingers through his hair, hearing him let out a contented sigh. You gently kiss the tip of his nose before you pull away, eyes gazing up at him. “I love you too.”

“I don’t wanna go,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just wanna stay here with you.”

“I know,” you smile, reaching for his hand. “But once you’re done with the tour, we’ll have all the time in the world… until you get busy again,” you tease.

“Can never be too busy for you,” he says honestly. “I’ll call you. I’ll text you. I’ll FaceTime you. It’ll feel like I never left.”

“Good,” you smile. “Have a safe trip, baby.”

He nods and wraps his arms around you once more, face burying into the crook of your neck. Hugh lets out a quiet sigh and then pulls back to look down at you, hand coming up to your cheek. “And you call me if anything happens, okay?”

“Of course,” you turn your head and kiss the inside of his wrist before he begins walking towards the front door. You follow closely behind, leaning against the doorframe once he opens the door and sees a car waiting for him..

“Love you, baby.” He leans in once more and pecks your lips. “I’ll call you when I land.”

“Take lots of pictures,” you smile.

“Never as good as yours.” He winks and then walks towards the car. Just as he’s about to get in, he looks at you once more and sends a kiss your way.

—-

Hugh sends you a text that they’re about to take off and when he sees your reply, he smiles to himself and sets his phone aside. His mind drifts momentarily; he didn’t think that this last year would have turned out the way it did. He certainly didn’t think he would find someone like you nor did he think he would be so deeply in love after his divorce with an equally amazing woman.

He didn’t know what he did in this life to deserve another chance at love, but he knows that he’d do anything for you. Ryan gently taps him in the shoulder, taking him out of his thoughts as the other man grins in his direction.

“You doing okay?”

Hugh nods. “Yeah. Excited for this tour.”

“You know, she could have come with you.”

He chuckles. “I know, but she’s got some upcoming shoots. She’s been busy since we got back. Caught her a few times asleep at her computer, still editing.”

Ryan smiles. “She loves what she does, that’s always a good thing and the pictures she’s shown us so far from set have been amazing. I’m glad she was there to capture those special moments.”

“Yeah, she’s– she’s amazing.”

“You know,” Ryan chuckles. “It’s been a year since you both got together and you’re still so…” he shrugs. “Head over heels in love with her, man.”

“I really am,” Hugh answers immediately.

“And things are okay after…” Ryan begins, implying that the conversation is beginning to shift on the topic of Jack.

“Considering everything that’s happened, I think things are better.” Hugh nods. “He hasn’t tried to reach out to her, which I’m grateful for because I don’t know what I’d do if he did.”

“Knew that there’s some anger hidden in there somewhere,” Ryan chuckles.

“I just–” he sighs. “I don’t ever want her to feel like she isn’t safe, you know?”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, Hugh.” Ryan shrugs. “She’s got you.”

Hugh bites his lower lip and then looks over at Ryan. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

“I can’t–” Hugh sighs, a small smile lining his lips. “I think I want her forever.”

Ryan chuckles, reaching over to clasp a hand on Hugh’s shoulder. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t.”

“We’ve only been together for a year, Ryan. Isn’t that–” he shrugs. “Too soon to know?”

“Has anything ever been slow for you?” Ryan teases. “You never take things for granted. For the time that I’ve known you, you’ve always gone after what you wanted. How is this any different?”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way?”

“Oh, trust me. She does.”

Hugh chuckles. “You just know everything, don’t you?”

Ryan sighs dramatically. “What can I say? I’m just an endless source of wisdom.”

Hugh laughs to himself and shakes his head, turning his gaze back out to the small window of the plane. He hears his phone chime and he takes it in his hand, swiping the new message from you and immediately smiling to himself. It’s a picture of you in the kitchen, making breakfast for the morning. You’re smiling, eyes filled with so much love and happiness that Hugh wishes he can just be there with you.

Ryan looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Thank god it’s just a picture of her cooking. Can you imagine if I had looked over your shoulder and saw a different kind of picture?”

Hugh shakes his head, gently nudging the other man. “And why are you looking over my shoulder in the first place?”

“I’m bored and was curious.”

“Oh, we’re gonna have the greatest time on tour,” Hugh laughs.

—

When Hugh and Ryan finally get to the hotel, Hugh quickly sets his luggage near the bed before he dials your number. He had been so eager to hear your voice, sending you text messages not being enough to fulfill his need to talk to you. It rings twice before you finally pick up and immediately, Hugh feels a sudden sense of relief wash over him.

“Hi, baby,” he smiles, falling back on the bed as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Hey,” you answer. “You at the hotel now?”

“Yeah, wanted to hear your voice so badly.”

He hears you let out a quiet giggle and he shuts his eyes, trying to imagine you right here with him. “How was the flight?”

“Long,” he answers. “Missed you a lot.”

“How are we ever going to get through this next month?” you tease.

Hugh chuckles to himself, keeping the phone pressed against his ear. “I don’t know. I’m already suffering without you.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you laugh. “You get to explore the world, baby. Have fun.”

“Wish you were here to explore it with,” Hugh answers. “It’s hard to have fun when all I want to do is be right there with you, back home.”

“This place does feel very lonely without you,” you say. “I’m glad I’ve been busy, though, or else I wouldn’t know what to do with my time.”

Hugh chuckles. “You could come here, for one.”

“You won’t get anything done.”

“Wouldn’t be a bad thing. You’d be a nice distraction.”

“Oh, a distraction, huh?”

Hugh smiles to himself. “Yeah. After a long day of press, I can come back to the hotel room and you’d be there. Waiting for me.”

“Ah, so that’s all this is, huh?” you laugh quietly.

“Oh yeah, thought we established that?” Hugh teases.

“Ha ha,” you smile to yourself. “You’re funny.”

“I love you,” Hugh says. “Missed your voice. Your laugh.”

“I love you too,” you reply. “Missed you, Hugh.”

“You in bed already?” Hugh asks.

“Yeah, was a long day of editing. Giving my eyes a rest.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that you’re not spending all night editing,” Hugh says softly. “I’m not there to wake you up from your desk and take you back to the bed.”

“I know,” you answer. “I’m trying to act more responsible now that you’re gone.”

“Ah, so you’re telling me that you like being picked up from your desk and taken back to bed, is that it?”

“Oh, of course,” you answer instantly. “Nothing gets me going than a strong man.”

You both erupt into a fit of laughter. Behind closed eyes, Hugh can imagine you so clearly. The sound of your laughter fills his ears, a warmth blooming in his chest. He wonders if you would feel the same way he does – wanting to be with you forever. He hasn't had to have that conversation with you yet and he isn’t sure if it’d scare you away, but Hugh is so sure about his feelings for you.

“I miss you so much, baby,” he finally says after your laughter dies down. “Wish you were here with me.”

“Me too,” you answer. “This bed is very lonely without you.”

“You sleeping in my shirt tonight?” he asks, his voice dropping lower. “Or are you wearing just a tank top and panties like most nights?”

“What if I told you I’m wearing nothing?” you answer.

Hugh can hear movement on the other end of the line, followed by a very quiet whimper that escapes your lips. He clears his throat, feeling his length stir from beneath his shorts. “Are you wearing nothing, baby?”

He hears his phone vibrate and pulls the phone away from his ear to look down at the message. He furrows a brow in confusion and opens the text from you, his eyes widening at the sight of the picture you just sent. “Fuck me,” he growls. He saves the picture to his phone and stares at it for another second longer before he brings the phone back to his ear. “You really are wearing nothing.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” you ask.

“Never,” Hugh whispers, pushing his shorts down to relieve pressure against his hardening length. “Need you bad, baby.”

“Yeah?” You turn the call into FaceTime and Hugh is quick to answer it, his other hand wrapped around the base of his length.

“Are you–” you whisper, biting your lower lip. “Touching yourself, Hugh?”

Hugh nods and then sits up on the bed, resting against the headboard as he positions the phone so that you can see him clearly. He looks down at the phone, seeing you do the same and when he sees your bare frame come into view with your hand already between your legs, Hugh lets out a quiet groan.

“Fuck, baby,” Hugh groans. “Talk to me…” he strokes himself at the sight of you, your head tilted back just slightly as you move your fingers slowly in and out of you.

“It’s not the same,” you whimper. “Need your fingers, need your co–”

“Fuck,” Hugh bites his lower lip and moves his hand away from his length to spit into the palm of his hand before he strokes himself once more. He’s already leaking at the tip, his eyes never leaving you as he watches you move your fingers in and out of your heat. “You look so good, baby. Doin’ so well. Tell me what you need…”

“Need you,” you moan loudly. “Need to feel you,” your eyes flutter as you bring your free hand to cup your breast.

Hugh’s strokes pick up in speed, the sight of you pleasuring yourself at the thought of him bringing him closer and closer to his own peak. “Yeah? Your fingers not doin’ enough, hm?”

“N–No…” you moan. “Imagining your fingers, your c–cock and– Oh, Hugh…”

Hugh groans, watching as you kick the blanket off to the side. He watches you part your legs for him and he can see you glistening, can see your fingers move in and out of you so clearly. Your back arches off the bed and he wishes nothing more than to be there with you, face deep between your legs.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Hugh groans. “Wish I could fill you up right now,” he says, seeing your eyes open and widen at the sight of him stroking himself. “Wish I could feel your tightness wrap around me– fuck, you always feel so good wrapped around me, baby.” His own eyes begin to flutter, but he can see your fingers move quickly, can sense that you’re close. “You’re always such a good girl for me,” he groans.

You moan loudly, curling your fingers within your own depths as you watch him stroke every inch of his throbbing length. “Fuck, Hugh…”

“Come for me, baby,” Hugh growls. “Fucking come for me, imagine me deep inside of you, fucking you until–”

“Hugh!” you scream, back arching off the bed once more as pleasure surges through your veins. You’re breathing heavily and your body is trembling. When you pull your fingers out of you, you can see it slick with your wetness.

“Fuck, baby,” Hugh groans, the tightness building and building in the pit of his stomach. He thrusts up into his hand, white spurts of his own come landing on the pit of his stomach and he moans, eyes fluttering. “Fuck…”

You let out a quiet giggle, biting your lower lip as you stare at him, watching him slow his own strokes. “Wish I could lick that all up,” you tell him.

Hugh looks over at you from the phone and smirks. “You minx.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” he smiles. “And I love you.”

“We should– We should do that again.”

“Yeah, you like that, huh?”

You nod. “I like the real thing even better, but it’ll do until you get back.”

Hugh chuckles and grabs his phone with his clean hand, standing from the bed to walk into the bathroom to clean himself up. “This might sound a bit… weird, but you think we can stay on the phone?”

You smile to yourself. “Want to fall asleep like this?”

Hugh nods, turning on the faucet in the sink to wash his hands. “I mean, it’s day time over here but I do have the rest of the day to catch up on sleep and I just– I really miss you.”

“I’m happy to fall asleep like this,” you answer. “And I really miss you too, Hugh. It’s actually quite concerning.”

Hugh chuckles and dries his hands on a nearby towel before he walks back into the main room. He removes his shirt and pulls on his boxers before he climbs back into bed. “Concerning? How so?”

“I just–” you bite your lower lip and turn to lie on your side as you stare at him through the phone. “I don’t know. I love you, a lot, and now that you’re not here with me, I just…” you sigh. “I just haven’t felt like this. Ever.”

Hugh smiles to himself. “I love you, baby,” he repeats. “You’re really something else, aren’t you?”

“I’m just me,” you shrug.

“And you’re by far the best person I know,” he smiles. “Now, go and get some rest.”

You nod, eyes falling shut as you tuck an arm underneath your pillow. “Love you, Hugh.”

“Love you too, baby. So fucking much.”

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Congrats on 1k ahhhh!! Can you do 5 + 10 with Jay please?

"we-we shouldn't be doing this," jay moans but doesn't stop his mouth from peppering kisses along the side of your neck, his knee rutting against your clothed core.

"i don't care. the second i saw you when i walked in for that interview i knew i wanted you."

jay groans against you, almost whimpering at your words. it's true you were hired to be his assistant and being here with him, pressed against the wall of his office late at night after everyone else has gone home is so cliche, but you don't care. having him all over you is all you've dreamed about for weeks now, and you'd be stupid to give that up just for simple office decorum.

a tap on your thigh encourages you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist while he carries you over to his desk, lips feverishly smashing, biting, and pulling against yours.

jay holds you with one hand, using the other to push everything on his desk off to the side and onto the floor. the clang of the miscellaneous items falling to the floor does nothing to interrupt the way you're both clawing at each other.

the desk is cool beneath your skin as jay lays you down, taking a moment to let his hands and eyes roam across your body. the electricity of his touch, the suaveness of his words, and the way he looks at you has your body in a state of desperation that you're never experienced before.

"wait. let me get down." you sit up and start to scoot to the edge of his desk.

"is everything okay? do you want to stop? did i do something wr-"

"i want to suck you off, jay."

"oh! oooh," he exhales with a relieved look on his face. but he stops you just before you're about to get down on your knees.

"as much as i would love that, let me take care of you. i'll do the work. you already take care of me enough during business hours. it's my turn now." jay tilts his head so that his eyes are level with yours, demanding you to hold his gaze. he says his words softly, but with confidence, his low leveled tone sending vibrations throughout your whole body. at this point, you don't care what happens. all you want, all you need, is him.

"just sit here and look pretty. wanna see how you look when you come undone under me." jay's hands trail up your thighs until they're pulling down your underwear. he doesn't even have them all the way down your legs before his fingers are gliding through your slick. "just look at you. this all for me?" his eyebrows quirk up as he raises a digit to his mouth, slowly licking his fingertips clean while maintaining eye contact with you.

"all for you," you sigh. jay doesn't waste anymore time, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he kneels down in front of you. the next few hours are spent with you both exploring one another. whispered promises fill the space between the sounds of your bodies connecting, knowing that this will be the first of many between you two.

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elderwisp · 7 hours ago

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Kai: DND? Of course you would play DND!

Alex: Are you shaming me?

Kai: No… Maybe just a bit.

Alex: I SHOULD THROW YOU FOR THAT!

Kai: Are you gonna use a little spell?

Alex: Oh my god, COME HERE-

Taryn: Erm Kai… And boy?

Kai: Hello, sister.

Alex: Ah, the infamous Taryn.

Taryn: What have you told this man? Why does he sound so menacing?

Alex: Nothing bad, I swear. Well, nothing I’m sure he didn’t deserve.

Kai: HEY!

Alex: Listen, after that comment about DND, you’re on THIN ICE. I’m Alex by the way.

Taryn: What’s wrong with DND? I thought you’re into stuff like that. What’s it called with the little guys? Warmallet?

Both: Warhammer.

Taryn: AH yes, that. Aren’t they similar?

Kai: Not even close.

Alex: They’re both table tops-

Kai: Shh!

Taryn: Aren’t y’all supposed to be brothers in arms?

Alex: Exactly! Thank you. Kai just likes to start drama apparently.

Alex: I think you shouldn’t be so harsh on DND. Give it a shot.

Kai: Can I dress up?

Alex: You’re such a little shit.

Taryn: Well I don’t mean to interrupt the couple’s-

Kai: We aren’t dating.

Taryn: Oh! Oops. Anyways, uh, help me with the groceries?

Alex: Need my help?

Taryn: It's okay! You sit tight.

[ thunder rumbles ]

Kai: I know what you’re doing.

Taryn: I dunno what you’re talking about.

Kai: He’s a friend.

Taryn: A close friend. Why haven’t you told me about him?

Kai: Because!

Taryn: [ giggles ] Alright.

Kai: What?!

Taryn: You look happy.

Kai: And now I’m stressed!

Taryn: I think the word you’re looking for is flustered.

Kai: Don’t correct my grammar!

Taryn: Sorry.

Alex: You’re a writer, Taryn? I swear I didn’t look through it! I just saw a title and your name.

Taryn: Oh, it’s garbage. I meant to throw it away.

Kai: Don’t put yourself down now. Self-confidence isn’t really Taryn’s forte-

Taryn: KAI!

Alex: A scoundrel that one.

Taryn: It isn’t that I hate myself-

Kai: I totally didn’t say that but ok.

Taryn: I don’t wanna make a big deal out of it. It’s been rejected by every publisher in the area so it’s trash.

Alex: Not everyone.

Taryn: It has, I swear.

Alex: Can I have a copy of your book?

Taryn: Why?

Alex: I think I can help you out with this. My dad owns a publishing company. Uhm, he started it up after his books did really well. He loves unknown writers. That’s like his thing. It’ll be fine. Trust me.

Kai: That was really nice of you by the way.

Alex: Of course. Your sister’s really sweet. I hope this is good for her.

Kai: Me too. Do you have any siblings?

Alex: One, a sister. Much older but we’re close.

Kai: Cool. You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?

Alex: Positive. You should rest and enjoy the weather.

Kai: It could start raining on your way back, what if something were to happen-

Alex: I’ll text you when I get home. See you around?

Kai: Mhm.

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annebd · 3 days ago

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winter warmers, day 15: roleplay. ~950 words. credit to @girlsdads' tags on this post for the idea!

When Max opens the door, he thinks that there must have been some sort of mistake. He’d called down to Jean-Luc, the concierge of the apartment building, earlier this morning because Max had a leaky kitchen sink and he wondered if Jean-Luc could recommend a repairman. Jean-Luc had given him a number of someone to call; Daniel, he’d said. Great guy, does good work, doesn’t charge an arm and a leg for a simple call out. But when Max opens his door and sees the man in front of him, he wonders if Jean-Luc hadn’t been having a laugh and given him the name of an escort agency instead.

Daniel is gorgeous, with big brown eyes and a mop of dark curls. He’s wearing a white t-shirt so threadbare that Max can see the dark shadow of his nipples through it and, if he squints, the outline of a well-defined set of abs. The t-shirt is also so long and his shorts so short, that below the hem of his shirt, all Max can see is the toned length of his legs. His thighs are colorful with a smattering of tattoos. He’s wearing an old pair of Vans, grey, with no show socks that only serve to further highlight the naked length of his tanned legs.

He’s carrying a small tool bag, which can’t be big enough to contain much more than a single screwdriver. There’s no way that he’s going to be able to fix a busted sink with that.

Max has been staring for long enough that the smile on Daniel’s face falters when he asks “Are you Mr. Verstappen? I’m Daniel; we spoke on the phone earlier. About the leak?”

Max shakes himself out of his thoughts. “Yes, that’s me. I’m Max. Come in, please.”

He steps aside and waves Daniel in. “The sink is just through here. It broke this morning, I think. It is leaking all over.”

They walk through the apartment to the kitchen, where the drip drip drip of the sink provides the only soundtrack to an otherwise quiet afternoon.

“Ah,” says Daniel. “Yes, I’ve seen this before. Quite common, actually. Let me take a look.”

He opens the cabinet beneath the sink and peers inside, to check the pipes underneath, Max assumes.

“Hmm,” Daniel says. “Yes, I see. Alrighty, let’s get in there.”

He stands up and, without any fanfare, removes his shirt. Max startles as he’s confronted with the high-def evidence of exactly what he’d suspected earlier: a perfectly defined six pack and dark nipples that wouldn’t look amiss with a bite mark or two around them. Daniel’s chest is lightly fuzzed, and Max imagines what it would feel like to run his tongue along the planes of his pecs. But still, this can’t be proper repairman protocol. “Why did you? What are you doing?”

“Oh, right. I just thought it’d be better this way, in case the leak gets worse, you know? Don’t wanna have to walk out of here like it’s a wet t-shirt contest. You don’t mind, do you?”

Max gulps, audibly. “Um,” he says. “No, no, I don’t mind. It’s fine. You should be comfortable. Um, thank you?”

Daniel winks. “Don’t thank me yet, mate. Let’s get this all fixed first.”

He opens his tool bag which contains, as Max suspected, a single screwdriver, and gets down onto the tiled floor to lay on his back under the sink. He’s got his knees bent and his legs spread wide, the combination of which gives Max a perfect view down the inside of his shorts leg. And a perfect view of the fact that he’s not wearing any underwear.

“Oh,” Max breathes.

“Everything all right there, Mr. Verstappen?” Daniel asks.

“Yes. I… yes. But I think maybe that we should-”

Max isn’t sure what he’s about to suggest. Perhaps Daniel won’t mind if Max takes this moment to rip those shorts off completely and swallow his cock, which appears to be rapidly hardening in his tiny shorts, to the root. Or perhaps he’d like to bend Max over the countertop and fuck him until he’s crying and coming and leaking more than the sink is. Or perhaps…

Before he can offer any of those suggestions, though, Jimmy leaps down delicately from the counter and lands right next to Daniel’s hip. He assesses the situation for a moment and then steps right onto Daniel’s perfect six pack and curls into a little ball on his tummy, where he promptly falls asleep in that instantaneous way that only cats can.

Daniel laughs. “Oh come on, JimJams. Are you serious? You’re ruining the mood here, bubs.”

Max has no choice but to laugh, too. If Daniel were a real handyman, Jimmy wouldn’t have anything to do with him. He and Sassy would have been ensconced firmly underneath Max’s bed and would have watched suspiciously until he’d left.

Daniel sits up and cuddles Jimmy into his arms. He deposits him right next to Sassy on the cat tree in the corner and smiles as they snuggle together in a beam of afternoon sun.

“Well, Mr. Verstappen,” he says, turning back to Max. “I think it’s fair to say that your leak is all fixed. Now, we’ll need to discuss my service fee. It won’t be cheap.”

Max grins and pulls off his own t-shirt. He loops his arms around Daniel’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss. “How about I pay you back with a bit of servicing of my own?”

“I reckon we can make that work,” Daniel replies and grabs Max’s hand to lead him back to their bedroom, where he makes sure to close the door behind them. No cats allowed.

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achilles-rage · 1 day ago

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achilles-rage’s twelve days of christmas

day eight: the man with the bag (ft. evan buckley)

summary: when shopping for some new clothes, you come across something that gives you an idea of how to surprise buck for christmas.

word count: 2.1k

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a/n: so sorry this is a day late, i didn’t wanna release a half assed fic because i think this idea is so silly lol. every other fic will still be released on time, so tomorrow, and then every other day after that!! also, i think this is so goofy and borerlines on cringy, but simply embrace the cringe because i think buck would love this scenario LOL. anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: smut, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ only!

You feel like you’re in a scene of an early 2000’s rom com as you walk to Buck’s from the parking lot, your coat clutched between your hands; trying to make sure it stays closed. You know it’ll be worth it once you get to his place, but right now, you feel weird and slightly wrong.

It started when you were doing some online shopping, and when you opened one of your favourite clothing store websites, you saw a big flashing ad for their “holiday lingerie collection.”

You got curious; you had no idea what the holidays had to do with lingerie, so you clicked on it. Much to your surprise, most of the items were pretty normal, just in either red or green, but when you saw the set you had ended up buying, you couldn’t hold back your laughter.

It was silly, and you’re not really sure why you actually ended up buying it, but you know it would make Buck laugh just as much, and it’s a perfect gift-not-gift to give him before the actual gifts you bought for him.

When you finally get to his front door, you knock, anxiously looking down the hall as you wait. When you hear his voice from the other side of the door telling you to come in, you’re quick to turn the knob and slip in.

“Buck?” you call into the house when you look into the kitchen, and then the living room, and don’t see him.

“Up here!” he calls from his room.

Well, that’s sort of perfect, you think to yourself.

You take your coat off quickly, then check yourself out in his entryway mirror one more time, looking down at the bright red, mesh babydoll slip you’re wearing with white fuzzy detailing along the neckline and the bottom hem, and the matching red panties. You make sure your makeup is still in place, and then you take your santa hat out of your bag and put it on before slowly ascending the stairs with a smirk on your face.

“No fucking way.” you say with a giggle when you get to the top of the stairs, your smirk falling as you see Buck laid on his bed in nothing but a pair of red santa pants and a hat.

The smirk falls from his face as well, and his jaw drops, eyeing your curves in your lingerie set. He stands up from the bed and closes the distance between you, chuckling as he reaches out and grabs your hips.

“Did we both have the same idea?” he asks, and you nod, resting your forehead against his bare chest as you laugh along with him.

So much for your funny, sexy, weird idea.

“You look fucking incredible. The perfect Mrs. to my Mr. Claus.” he teases, his eyes dark with lust as he eyes the tops of your breasts peeking out of your slip when you look back up at him.

“Now, we’re gonna find out if you’ve been naughty, or nice.” he purrs, lowering his head towards your neck.

“I was gonna say that!” you exclaim, laughing in disbelief as you push him back from your neck by his chest.

His brows raise in surprise, and then he smiles widely, bringing a finger up to the underside of your chin and pulling your lips up to his.

You’re absolutely perfect for him, he knows it.

He kisses you passionately, clumsily, and his tongue is quick to dart into your mouth when you part your lips to catch your breath.

“I can’t believe you stole my idea.” you whisper against his lips, hands moving down his firm chest to the waistband of his pants.

He chuckles lowly, his hips moving from your hips to your ass, grabbing and kneading it roughly. The fabric of your slip tickles his bare chest, and he’s not sure what he wants more; for you to keep it on, or to rip it off of you himself.

When he begins to walk you back towards the bed, you break the kiss, tutting softly.

“Uh uh, I walked all the way up to your apartment in this.” you argue softly, then flip him around and push him down onto the bed.

He groans as he hits the bed, his hands immediately finding your thighs as you straddle his lap. Your lips find his quickly, and you kiss him with fervour as you begin to slowly grind against him.

“Now, do you think you’ve been naughty, or nice?” you ask when you pull back, massaging his scalp with one hand while your other arm loops around the back of his neck.

“Hmm, I think I’ve been pretty good to you.” he murmurs, his blood running hot when he sees the devilish look in your eyes.

“I don’t know, I think you’ve been naughty. Might have to do something to make it up to me.” you purr, your hips still moving slowly against his.

He smirks, slowly bringing one of his hands up to the waistband of your red panties, letting his fingers dance along the fabric and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“I can do that.” he hums before dipping his fingers under your panties and finding your clit effortlessly. You let out a soft moan, grinding against his fingers as they circle your clit.

“Yeah, you better.” you manage to get out before he’s inserting two of his fingers into your cunt, moving at an achingly slow pace.

You moan quietly, bringing your lips to his as your hips continue to move against his fingers, desperate for more. Your kisses are sloppy as he swallows your moans, tongues licking into each other’s mouths and teeth clacking together as you both get more desperate.

His thumb moves to circle your clit, his fingers speeding up their pace and making you tilt your head back in pleasure, your hands squeezing his biceps in a desperate attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“What are my chances of getting back into your good graces after this?” he rasps, a wicked grin on his face when he sees how easy it is to have you moaning and squirming for his touch.

“Pretty fucking good.” you whimper, bringing your face back down and smashing your lips to his again.

When he curls his fingers up to tap your g-spot, your mewl loudly, back arching as you clench around his fingers.

“Cum for me, baby.” he whispers, parting from your lips and attaching his own to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin hard.

You fall over the edge with a few more thrusts of his fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as your body goes taut. Buck slows the movements of his fingers slowly, cooing softly as you come down from your high.

When you finally open your eyes, you smile at him lazily, then bring your lips together, humming softly as he brings his hands up to your hips.

Then, in one swift motion, you push him back to lay on the bed completely, his feet still over the edge of the bed and firmly placed on the hardwood as his back hits the sheets.

“Am I on your nice list yet?” he teases, his eyes widening slightly in surprise, but feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the way you take charge.

“Not if you keep asking.” you tease back, pinning his wrists on either side of his head. He groans, smirking as he feels you resuming your grinding against his lap again, hard cock pressing against your dripping folds.

“Yes ma’am.” he whispers before your lips are on his neck, pressing searing kisses down his skin and towards his broad chest. He tries to buck his hips against you, desperate for more friction, and you giggle softly, pulling back from his chest to look down at him.

“Eager, aren’t we?” you tease, smirking. “Keep them there.” you tell him sternly before you take your hands from his wrists.

He’s tempted to grab your hips and flip you over so he’s back in control, but he doesn’t. He loves the way it feels to lay under you like this, and he wants to see it go on for a little while longer.

“Good boy.” you tease, then raise your hips just enough to tug his pants down and let his hard cock spring free. He lets out a ragged moan at the nickname, feeling your fingers ghosting over his length as it hits his stomach.

You pull your panties to the side, and line him up with your entrance, and you don’t waste another second, sinking onto him until he’s completely buried inside of you.

Your hands go back to his wrists as you begin to move, moans tumbling out of both of your lips as he stretches you out.

“God, you feel so good, baby.” he rasps, resisting the urge to get his arms free from your grip. You both know that he could very easily get out of your grip; those muscles aren’t just for show, but it wouldn’t be any fun if he didn’t let you pin him down every once in a while.

“Yeah, you trying to sweet talk me, Buckley?” you tease, rolling your hips against his in a way that has him moaning desperately.

“Is it working?” he asks, letting out a low groan when you lean down and start pressing kisses on his chest, biting and sucking on his skin every now and then.

“Could be.” you whisper against his skin, beginning to bounce on his cock.

He can already feel himself getting close, but he tries to hold back as he watches the way your plush belly and chest move with each bounce.

God, what he’d give to touch your soft skin right now.

When your movements begin to get sloppy, hips moving out of time and your eyes beginning to roll back, he finally rips his wrists from your grip.

He grabs your hips and flips you onto your back before you can react, pushing into you as soon as you’re situated.

You look up at him with a surprised, and slightly dazed expression, and he just chuckles lowly, thrusting into you hard and fast, and moaning loudly as he feels how well you grip his cock.

“What? I’ve still gotta prove that you’re a good girl, don’t I?” he teases, and you let out a quick, breathless laugh, which turns into a moan as he grabs one of your thighs and pulls it up to his hip.

You look up at him, barely able to fight back as you feel the pit forming in your lower belly. Your hands are gripping his biceps hard, and when he brings the hand from your hip up to your neck, you can feel yourself about to fall over the edge.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, baby?” he growls, and all you can do is nod. Your nails are digging into his biceps, making half moon indents in his skin, and he stares into your eyes, wanting to watch your face as you cum on his cock.

With a few more thrusts, you’re clenching and cumming around him, overwhelmed with the feeling of him spilling his seed into your pulsing cunt.

He practically collapses onto you, still buried deep inside you as you both come down from your highs. Your chest is heaving as you hold him close, bringing one hand up and massaging his scalp.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, and then each of your cheeks, and then your nose, and then finally your lips with a soft hum.

He pulls out with a low groan, feeling his release slowly dripping out of your cunt and falling down to the bedsheets under you. He watches your soft belly and chest rising and falling under your nearly-see-through slip with each breath as he kneels over you. He’s unable to resist the urge to place his large hands on your tummy, just to feel your plushness between his fingers.

He lets his hands move up under your slip, slowly squeezing and kneading at your tummy, and you giggle softly, feeling your face and the tips of your ears get

hot at the attention.

“Am I on your nice list, now?” you ask with a lazy grin, watching as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the middle of your tummy, just above your belly button.

“Oh, absolutely. But now I think I’ve gotta reward you for being such a good girl.” he purrs, moving to hover over you again with a smirk.

Maybe holiday lingerie wasn’t such a bad idea after all, you think as he flips you over onto your stomach.

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doja365 · 2 days ago

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[Unwanted Ransom(Chapter 6)]

Masterlist Brutus

TW- some shows of mental illness

10 years ago...

"Xerxes come on say something this is a safe place."

"Then why is there a camera?"

"It's there just in case you get-"

"I get what, crazy? Yeh, lady I know the drill"

"It says in your file that you have gone through multiple doctors in the past since your mother's death."

"And what makes you think you can fix me?"

"Because you are special, you have so much potential, and you put it all to waste."

"Who cares? My so called 'family', if I can recall they abandoned me, neglected me, and one of the little brats scarred me." Yep you obviously know who I'm talking about

"Xerxes, don't put the blame on others."

"You've been married for 15 years, three kids, one teen, one toddler, and one infant.

You're parents are divorced and no matter how many times you and your husband hate each other you wanna stay married in order to prevent the same trauma you had pass on to your kids.

Did I get it correct? Oh wait don't answer that I'm always correct." I sighed laying my head down.

"And you've become observant when it comes to hurting others, see I've studied your pattern of behaviour based on the reviews all your other doctors have represented to me before I took this case. And boy was it a long read.

Technically I'm entitled to tell you anything that could help you. And you thought that you could go through me?"

"I don't give a fuck what people say, who do I trust? No one, if a friend wants to jump on train tracks, don't expect me to hold their hand.

I don't give a damn what they insinuate about me anymore, I am an Amala never a Wayne, so I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to." And with that I abruptly stood up and grabbed my bag, I head out there.

The only reason I went there because, my 'dad' heard that I got into a fight and handcuffed the brat in the janitor's closet.

Just suck it up Xerxes, in a few years, you can finally escape them.

'Just suck it up' That's the advice I'd always tell myself no matter how much I cried, scream, or hurt myself.

Present...

"AHHHH, PETE, THERE IS A FUCKING BUILDING!!!!" I screamed as I held on tight to him.

"JENNY MOVE YOUR HAIR, OH SHIT!!!" he lost a bet so he had to swing me from Vincent's house to dad's. When we finally descended, I sighed and laid on the floor for a while.

"Y'know MJ would normally puke with this." He sighed.

"I'm built different" And I walked normally inside my house, I didn't feel any signs of...

fuck

oh wait

Oh shit

never-mind

I rushed to my bedroom's toilet and hurled a lot. Gosh, I should've listened to MJ. With that I washed my face, and brushed my mouth. I went down-stairs ignoring my surroundings.

I kinda had a crush on Pete for a while, but then I met Vincent and felt like Pete is a brother to me.

"AYOO, PETE LET'S GO WATCH SAW 2-" I immediately cut myself off when I saw, something I thought was a dream.

oh wait

it can't be

tell me I'm dreaming.

OH SHIT....

"Hey baby bird-" Richard stuttered, and tried to hug me.

"Back off Grayson, dad what the fuck is going on."

"Xerxes-"

"Who said I was talking to you limp-dick? Now dad seriously what the hell is going on here?" I looked at dad with puppy eyes, gosh I'm so adorable.

"Now, they just came here to drop your stuff." He explained.

"They are not my things they are Xerxes' things, I only things that I need are what I have now." I stated, as I looked at the cunt who ruined my life, I only sighed.

"Xerxes-"

"Zip it Timothy, or I'll tear you're tongue from your head." I stated, I've been watching the Originals again, and might I add, Nikklaus' has been looking good.

"Xerxes-" Jason tried to start. But I cut him off with a glare, he then corrected himself.

"Jennifer, we miss you and we apologise-"

"For what? Neglecting me? Abandoning me? LEAVING ME TO DIE?"

"We didn't mean to." They all protested.

"Bullshit!"

"Language!" Dad sighed.

"When is my birthday?"

"January 7?"

"No, it's September 8, what the hell is wrong with you people?" I was eager to run and ditch these people and run up to my room.

"Xerxes, you're my sister come on." He tried to grab me, but I dodged it and grabbed his hand spinning him downwards. Thanks Nat.

"Touch me one more time, and your arm won't be the only thing that will hurt."

I immediately rushed upstairs and ran to my room, locking it, which activates voice-recognition. Gosh, I was so angry with them. I started to get really angry and accidentally punched a hole in my wall that was connected to Morgan's room.

"JENNY!!!" Oh fuck.

"SORRY M! I'll fix it later." And with that I just dropped onto the bed. I grabbed my phone and texted Vincent.

Jinx- Hey V

V- Hey Jen, how r u?

Jinx- My previous fucked-up family is back now

V- damn, wanna hang tommorow? 🙂

Jinx- Sure, but I gotta lotta hw tho 😢

V- call me if you can then 🤙🏻

And with that I decided to lay down and wonder how fucked up my life could get. I started to fall asleep so I decided to shut down all of my devices, in order to avoid the annoying sound of the 'Brady Bunch' trying to text me.

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A/N- It could've been longer if my dumbass didn't accidentally delete my first draft, could've been so much better.

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natashaslesbian · 2 days ago

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Fears | SJ

Summary: when you fall ill, you’re forced to face one of your biggest fears

Request: Scarlett’s daughter having to have surgery after her appendix burst

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Appendicitis / Hospitals / Surgery

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“Mommy!” You cried out into the dark night. Scarlett instantly shot up in bed at hearing your cries, she knew straight away that you were in pain, a lot of pain. “Mama!” You sobbed as the blonde came running calmly to your bedroom. “I’m here baby, mommy’s here” Scarlett said as she came to your side in seconds. She saw the way you were tightly gripping onto the right side of your body and carefully pried your hands away to take a look. “Mama it hurts!” You screamed, not wanting to let go of yourself. “It’s ok sweetie, you’re ok” your mom cooed as she inspected your small frame. She couldn’t see anything but as soon as Scarlett pressed down on your abdomen you wailed in pain again. “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry. Take some deep breaths for me ok” she said as she pulled out her phone.

Scarlett had an idea of what might be wrong, but the sheer pain you were in sent her into panic. She decided the best thing she could do was call 911. You clutched your stuffed giraffe right, almost popping the seams as you gripped him with every sting of pain. “It’s ok baby, you’re gonna be okay” your mom continued to coo as she was on the phone. You couldn’t focus on what Scarlett was saying, you could barely hear her above your own intense cries. You vaguely heard your mom ask when the ambulance would be arriving at your house and your anxiety instantly grew. “No mommy!” You screamed “I don’t want to go to the hospital” you cried, still clutching at your side. “I know sweetie, but they’re gonna make you feel better okay don’t be scared” Scarlett said as she used her free hand to stroke through your soft hair.

It was 5am by the time a doctor had seen you at the hospital, and as Scarlett had suspected, your appendix has burst. You were very much displeased at the news, especially considering you were going to need surgery. You hated hospitals and everything they entailed, doctors, nurses, needles and especially surgeries. You hadn’t stopped crying since you arrived, even now that you weren’t in pain, still the tears came flowing from your eyes. “Oh baby is the medicine not working?” Scarlett said as she lifted you into her lap. “I wanna go home” you whined “I know sweetie, but you just have to have a little operation to make you feel better okay” your mom cooed. “But it doesn’t hurt anymore mommy, I’m better” you said as you curled into Scarlett’s side. “But you don’t want to feel that pain again do you y/n? That’s why you need the surgery” she said. “No” you whined.

A soft knock alerted you to the presence of another person. “Hi y/n, how are we doing?” A nurse said as she entered. The lady frowned upon seeing your distressed state “we’re gonna get you prepped for your operation now okay?” She said. You shrunk back into your mom, too afraid to let her go. “I think someone’s just a little nervous” Scarlett sadly frowned. “Well there is absolutely nothing to be scared of, the doctors are gonna make you all better. You’ll just be asleep for a little while and then when you wake up you’ll be with mommy again, I promise” the nurse kindly smiled as she crouched down beside you. “See?” Scarlett said, trying to cheer you up. “I tell you what, I have a very special friend who might make you feel better” the lady said before exiting the room. She returned quickly with a stuffed bear in her arms.

“This is benny, I heard that he needs to have an operation to take out his appendix too” the nurse said. You looked down at the brown bear, wearing a matching hospital gown to your own. “We can have the surgeons do Benny’s operation at the same time as yours, so that way you’ll see that there’s nothing to be scared of, how does that sound?” She asked. “Okay” you shyly nodded, allowing the nurse to help you down off the bed. “Can mommy come with me?” You whimpered. “Of course, she can stay with you until we get you to sleep alright?” You wished Scarlett could stay for longer, but you agreed to the conditions laid out. You walked down the hall with your mama until you reached a new room, when you saw all the doctors waiting for you, silent tears crept up out of your eyes. “Mommy” you sniffled. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s ok” Scarlett said as she picked you up.

The doctors had tried to give you the general aesthetic many times now, but you scurried away each time. Even after the surgeons had shown you how safely Benny had fallen asleep, you were still terrified. “I don’t want to mommy” you sobbed into Scarlett’s arms. “Okay, I know” she cooed “but you need to listen to me baby alright? All that’s gonna happen is you’re gonna have a little sleep while the doctors make you better and before you know it you’ll be back with me. Everything is going to be okay, I promise. And mommy never breaks her promises does she?” Scarlett asked as she held out her pinky for you. “No” you cried, linking your smallest finger to your mamas. “That’s my brave girl” Scarlett smiled, giving you a kiss on the forehead. You sat closely against your mom as the doctor handed her the mask, they allowed her to give it to you as it was the only way you would agree. You felt your eyes grow heavy as you leaned against your mommy and after a while you gave in to the sleep clinging to you.

It felt like a blink. A second pause before you came back into reality. You groaned at the pain in your tummy, before a soft hand was placed on your skin. “Y/n baby?” Scarlett whispered. “Mommy” you weakly smiled as you opened your eyes, delighted by the sight in front of you. “Hi sweetie” the blonde cooed “oh it’s good to see you, I’m so proud of you” Scarlett smiled. You briefly smiled back until you felt the sharp sting in your abdomen. “It’s hurting me mommy” you frowned. “I know baby, your belly is gonna be a little sore for the next few days, but some mommy kisses will make it better right?” Scarlett said as she lightly pecked your stomach. You giggled at the feeling despite the dull ache. “Oh and I can’t forget Benny can I?” Your mom said, reaching for the bear beside you. You’d only just realised the stuffed animal was beside you and you watched as your mom gently kissed over his stitches.

You pulled up your gown to inspect your own tummy “we’re matching!” You grinned when you saw your own small stitching. Scarlett was surprised you weren’t frightened at the sight of your patched up skin but she watched as you pulled Benny closer to your own body, showing him your closed wound. “See Benny, we’re okay, right mommy?” You said. “That’s right baby. Your mom smiled. “Can we go home now?” You asked. “Not just yet sweetie, but hopefully tomorrow” Scarlett frowned. “Oh ok” you sighed “well I think I’ll be alright mommy, I’m not scared anymore” you tiredly smiled. “That’s great baby” Scarlett giggled, noticing you already falling back to sleep. “Why am I tired mama, I just woke up?” You questioned with a big yawn. “It’s just your medicine sweetie, you go back to sleep okay, mommy’s right here” Scarlett smiled, beginning to gently trace her fingers along your forehead. You fell asleep again instantly, knowing that you were safe. Because wherever you were, if Scarlett was there, you were safe.

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A/N: Sorry this one took a little while to get done, I hope you like it :))

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velvetvexations · 6 hours ago

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(note: generally I try to avoid reblogging the same people in a short amount of time, but I asked permission in this case)

First, I wanna be clear that I'm gonna talk a lot about things that non-trans women go through, but that nothing I say is intended to imply that trans women don't also experience the same thing. Overlapping experiences are natural and do not invalidate each other.

The issue with "you most certainly have privilege over the transfem with all of the same marginalizations as you" is that, while things like race can intermingle with gendered issues, being trans is in and of itself inherently an issue of gender, and how one's place is in the gendered hierarchy is determined. Male privilege cannot exist for people whose whole thing is that they are men who are not considered men by mainstream society and must struggle in order to be seen as such. The perfect neutrality of "all things equal" does not really exist because it assumes

that - for example - a White heterosexual perisex trans man and a White heterosexual perisex trans man do not live in a transphobic society that denies them both their status as the gender they know themselves to be

and

that the queer community replicates the cisheteropatriarchy 1:1

Neither of these things are true. "Person with he/him pronouns privileged" is just being taken as a universal maxim, but that falls apart when divorced from cishet men, who are the ones with actual structural power and who're more than anyone else in charge of determining who that that power privileges. That doesn't even make sense for "TMA" folks, since a cis man who crossdresses is not going to be asked his pronouns before people hate crime him for the same thing they'd hate crime a trans woman for.

This is interesting when looking at self-identified TME transmascs There's the idea that trans women are objectively women because we occupy a space in society that's been designated "woman," right? I have a ton of problems with that, but assuming it was right, under the framework that trans women are objectively women because society treats men good and women bad and trans women are treated badly, either trans men are privileged or they're not men. And as much as I've said the bizarre idea that transphobes treat us as women exists entirely because it's weirdly comforting for some people, that's also definitely true of transmascs who buy into this stuff. So many of them have this meathead thing going on that's almost like, oh my God, I've heard of performative toxic masculinity but it feels like they are literally reading from a script?

Like this dude yesterday who was like "transandro chuds harassing m'ladies need meet me at my address here I'll fucking beat your asses!!!!!" and it's like, yo, what the fuck. There is such a heartfelt desire among a lot of trans people to interact with the world in a way that validates their identity and most of the time that's great but then you have people fundamentally misunderstanding why we're oppressed, which wouldn't be the worst mistake in the world if it didn't also come with powerjacketing some of us, a portion of whom go along with it because theoretically having structural power is what they find validating. But genuinely I have met trans men who tick the most wildly stereotypical bro traits exclusively from people who are really into looking at the world through this lens arguing against things like transandrophobia.

A common refrain is that being treated like a woman is a trans woman's best case scenario, so trans men don't actually have it as bad because trans women will always at least face misogyny but will more often than not also be the target of faggotization. But that assumes that "being treated like a woman" means being treated like a cis perisex woman. White trans men are regularly assaulted for being trans men, and not because they were simply mistaken for being a trans woman. Are they being treated like either "men" or "women" in that scenario? Or are they also singled out even among the category of "woman"?

I could understand the misconception that male privilege is granted to trans men within the queer community. After all, it makes sense, trans men are men, they are generally more accepted as men among other queers. But while queers and liberals both have a lot to work out with misogyny, the fact is that women are relatively much more socially empowered in queer spaces than elsewhere, not to the point of having social cache over men universally but certainly contextually. I've never personally seen someone who argues in favor of transandrophobia that does not fully admit that TERF-y or otherwise transmisogynistic trans men exist. No one, at least that I've ever palled around with, believes that gendered bias in queer spaces is not simply dependent on the queer space in question and can vary radically.

Even then though, when trans men do have bias in their favor, it's generally because they're seen as women. TERFs, for instance, do not associate with trans men because they like men. Even if one thinks TERFs in general are not opposed to men, which is a whole 'nother conversation, it must be admitted that their connection to trans men is based what they perceive as some innate womanhood.

People also bring up trans people AFAB reverting to being "female" whenever it's convenient to use against a trans woman. This is very confusing. Are trans men privileged for being men or for being women? There's no coherent way of explaining that aside from saying trans men have essentially won at life and get the best of both. Trans men, by this logic, are more privileged than either cis men or cis women.

As one last thing, I think it's important to note that other marginalization are often brought up in a specific context. A lot of White trans women on this website believe it's possible for anyone they consider TME to be able to socially murder them with a glance and do actually portray us as the people who have it the absolute worst out of anybody without exception. While that's not explicitly mutually exclusive with trans women with further marginalization having it even privilege, it is ignoring one's own potential privileges over non-trans women.

It's good of you to acknowledge that you have privilege in one area if not in others, but a lot of people in this discourse seem allergic to doing so. I realize that is, of course, ironic, because I'm arguing that trans men do not have male privilege, but (a) things like racial privilege is not acknowledged despite it being something we can very easily agree on, and (b) again, I'm not saying anyone has it worse than trans women, I'm saying it's either equal wrt cis society or a dice role wrt the queer community.

I'm not saying one must always list out their privileges and marginalizations when talking about transmisogyny, but a lot of this is tied to how hyperbolic transmisogyny discussion can get around here. Which, yes, I know, transmisogyny is horrible, don't take this as me saying transmisogyny isn't a horrific ongoing genocide, because it is, but it's very frustrating for White trans women to tell PoC who are also trans themselves that all it would take for them to destroy her life is a snap of their TME fingers.

I feel you can really see the privilege in action when the frame of transmasc privilege over transfems gets reoriented as "Well does the disabled transmasc of color have privilege over the non-disabled white transfem?"

no that transmasc doesn't, in any way shape or form. The white transfem has obvious imminent privilege over him.

But it is just the beginning of the transmisogyny in action against the disabled transfem of color that you forgot to include (intentionally excluded).

Either you do not understand intersectionality- a position I personally doubt based on the structure of the reframing- or you are intentionally or accidentally leaving out the transfem that belongs in that frame and either way you are being transmisogynistic in that capacity.

I am a privileged transfem- my white privilege is extremely real. Maybe that means you will believe me when I tell you that the transmisogyny transfems of color face is worse, much worse, in every single vector.

If you hear the phrase "transmascs have privilege over transfems" and you think about the transfems that have other privileges over you, you most certainly have privilege over the transfem with all of the same marginalizations as you you didn't give even a second of your thoughts.

She needs your support far more than Any of us privileged transfems. She sees when you leave her out, and I see, and none of us forget.

#transmisogyny #transandrophobia #discourse

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Another Complicated Love Story

A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic

Chapter 2 Part 1 | Masterlist

CW suggestive, fade to black, post coitus, mentions of sex, fluff

Chapter 2: Let it Burn Part 2

And baby, I’m caught in the light and I ain’t gonna fight it

There’s no use in tryin’, I’m yours

And I want you to want me the way that I want you and more

- Let it Burn by Jazmine Sullivan

Rhea and Jey strolled into the restaurant hand in hand. Rhea was surprised by how many heads turned. It seemed to be a mix of fans and folks checking them out. Jey dropped her hand to put his arm around her waist as they headed to the semi-private booths in the back.

Jey made a point to sit by her where he could rest his hand on the thigh where the dress split. He had gotten comfortable doing that on the ride over.

While looking at their menus, Jey was making small circles on her thigh with his finger. She looked at him. His hair in the front was starting to get curly, which meant it was getting long. He would probably get a trim soon. But she liked it curly. She gently touched it, not wanting to mess it up. She remembered Damian’s comment about her and guys with mullets and grinned.

“You’re supposed to be looking at the menu,” Jey said, glancing at her. He smiled.

“Yeah, well someone is drawing circles on my thigh. It’s a little hard to concentrate,” Rhea said. She moved her hand and went back to the menu.

“Sorry,” he said, giving her thigh a squeeze.

“You don’t have to stop,” Rhea said.

They looked at each other, heat passing between them. Rhea bit her lip and went back to her menu. Jey started making circles again.

They ordered appetizers and entrees and stuck with water to drink for now.

“You ready for your fight with Raquel?” Jey asked.

“Yeah that’s easy work,” Rhea said.

“It’s been a while since you had an official match on Raw,” Jey said.

“I haven’t had an official match, but you know I’ve been fighting. It seems like I’ll need to help you when you get back. I still can’t believe it was Drew.”

“Yeah, we can’t really talk about it until Monday though,” Jey said.

“It’s okay. I can drop him for you. Nobody touches Jey Uso.”

Jey laughed. “Thanks, boo.”

The food arrived and they talked about wrestling and holiday plans. They would both be on the holiday tour in a few weeks. They were looking forward to spending time together.

“Wait. With this transfer window, you don’t think you’ll be moved to Smackdown, do you?” Rhea asked.

“Naw, I don’t think so,” Jey said.

“Better not be,” Rhea mumbled, finishing the last of her food.

“What was that?” Jey asked.

Rhea grinned. “Nothing.”

“You said I better not be?”

“So you did hear me?” Rhea said, rolling her eyes.

Jey wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

“Naw they know you’ll miss me too much,” Jey said, grinning.

Rhea rolled her eyes, trying not to smile, but failing. “Whatever. You’d miss me too.”

“I would,” he said gently.

He licked his lips and Rhea’s eyes shifted to them. She looked up at his eyes.

The word love slipped into Rhea’s mind, but she didn’t say it. In August, all she could think about was revenge. She had never thought she would be this happy so soon, let alone this happy with someone.

Rhea pushed her rising emotions down before her eyes started to water. She touched his face, glancing between his eyes and lips.

“Why you looking at me like that?” Jey asked, his voice low.

“Like what?” Rhea said, quiet now too.

“Like you wanna get outta here,” he said, looking between her eyes and lips too.

Rhea smirked and kissed him. She was tired of talking. And worried she would say something she shouldn’t. She kissed him deeply, not holding anything back. And he returned the kiss with the same fervor.

They heard the waitress say oh sorry before shuffling away, but didn’t stop. She felt Jey’s hand drift down to the slit in her dress and travel further up her thigh. She felt his thumb searching for a certain spot and grabbed his hand just before he found it. She broke their kiss and they stared at each other breathless.

“Let’s get the check,” Rhea said.

Jey nodded. He sipped his water and stood up to look for the waitress.

*****

Rhea sighed, her dazed eyes coming into focus. She was looking at the ceiling. Jey roughly grabbed her chin and turned it toward him. He kissed her and she moaned. A shiver went through her body. He pulled her toward him and she rested her head on his chest. The sheets were a tangled mess beneath them. The comforter had fallen and disappeared on the floor.

“We shoulda did that ages ago,” Rhea said, rubbing his chest.

“Hell yeah,” Jey sighed.

They caught each other’s eye and grinned.

“It was worth the wait though,” Rhea said.

Jey nodded. He blinked slowly, sleep threatening to take over. As blissed out as Rhea was, she felt a wave of sleepiness wash over her too.

“Is this okay?” Jey asked, giving her a squeeze. “Or do you want some space?”

“No, this is good,” Rhea said, smiling. He had been so good about asking if she liked this or if that felt good. She shook her head. It was too early for flashbacks.

“Good. I know I can be very touchy-feely,” he said. “It can be a lot for some people.”

Rhea stretched her arm out across his chest and snuggled closer to him.

“I like it. I’ll probably stretch out after we fall asleep,” Rhea said, quietly.

He was so warm and he smelled so good. She closed her eyes.

“Sounds good,” Jey said.

Rhea didn’t have to look to know his eyes were closed too. After a while, Rhea felt herself starting to drift off when Jey started snoring. Soft snores fortunately. Nothing too loud. Rhea smiled and looked at him. He looked relaxed, but the arm wrapped around her held her tightly. She touched his face and said her scary thoughts out loud.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Jey. Don’t ruin it.”

#jey uso #rhea ripley #jhea #wwe fanfiction #jey uso x rhea ripley #cw suggestive #cw sex mention #cw post coitus #fade to black #jey uso fluff #rhearipley #another complicated love story

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