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fandomwe1rd0 · 10 months ago

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RICK REDEMPTION ARC IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD GUYS LIKE OH MY GOD

Now just to make myself clear, by "redemption" I mean him being a better person, don't get me wrong he's still an abusive, toxic, manipulative, asshole but he's trying you guyssssssss. Like he started going to therapy when he says he doesn't respect therapy in season 3 you guyssssssssss. He's spoiling Morty you guyssssssssssssss. He's treating Morty like an actual human being you guysssssssssss.

Ok onto the actual post- His redemption arc is actually so good omfg- Now to be fair, he's still in the process, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little optimistic about where it's headed, I mean so far it's going really well, he started changing after season 4, which makes sense considering in the finale he said "Holy shit I'm a terrible father." and sat alone in the garage, which is what he deserves but I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry at that scene even though it's exactly what he deserves considering what an asshole he's been in that season. Now after this realization, seeing what a terrible father he truly was, he started changing, for most of season 5 he was still mostly the same ol' Rick. He was still an asshole, was still insulting Morty, y'know much of the same, he wasn't as bad as he was in season 4, but he wasn't exactly good, then then we get to the finale, he actually feels guilt for coming back to Morty after the crows left him, when Morty asked, he couldn't even give Morty a straight answer, he just looked to the ground and sighed. He couldn't even look Morty in the eye. Season 4 Rick would probably just say yes and brush it off with some sarcastic comment, but season 5 Rick couldn't even bring himself to do that.

In season 6 we can see that he stopped his hunt for Rick Prime, even if it was just temporary because Morty sees him as his grandfather and not Rick Prime, you can tell that meant a lot to Rick since his angry expression melted away as soon as Morty said that. (Also yes, this scene makes me cry shut up)

He's also a lot gentler to Morty here, is he perfect? No but a lot of his actions seem more like him being a goofy grandpa then him actually being mean, he gets closer to Jerry, lays off of Morty a bit, and actually puts in effort to spend time with the kid, and he actually goes to therapy on his own accord, sure he didn't want to call it therapy at the beginning but he still kept going even after Dr. Wong said it was therapy and is now going every week, I mean could you imagine season 3 or season 4 Rick going to therapy? Actually scheduling his appointments and paying for therapy? Need I remind you that this is the man who turned himself into a pickle so he doesn't have to go to family therapy? Who pretending he was disintegrating so he wouldn't have to go? Who literally programmed his garage to have a "family therapy mode"? Who programmed the therapist's office with voice activated commands in case he needed to leave? This man, the same man, is going to therapy.

At the end of the season when Morty called him "boring" he regressed and continued his self-destructive hunt for Rick Prime again. Now I may have poked fun at him for this in some of my other posts, but it was more than that, that was the moment where he thought Morty just stopped caring about him. He thought the most important person to him, the only thing holding him back from a mental breakdown *cough* codependency *cough* didn't care about him at all. When we know that's not true, sure Morty lashed out, but he earned the right to after everything Rick put him through. So he left and built a perfect copy of him to take his place. He could've programmed it to be just as mean as him, or even more mean than him. But he literally programmed it to be a good grandpa to, love, and make Morty happy. That was it. He did this for someone who he thought didn't care about, someone he though, in his own words, had become "dogshit" to. Yet he still put in the time and effort to make a robot designed to make Morty happy, when it would've just been easier to just make the robot the same as him. And here's the kicker, when Rickbot reveals it, sure Rick is frustrated and sends Rickbot an angry glare, but he doesn't deny it. Could you imagine season 1-5 Rick doing this? I couldn't. Also in this scene, he manhandles Morty significantly less, I honestly think this may have been the season where he stopped manhandling Morty, correct me if I'm wrong.

Now in season 7, in all the episodes he never treat Morty all too bad. Let's analyze how he treats Morty in each episode shall we?

Episode 1 ~ How Poopy got his poop back

They don't really interact in this episode, Rick just gave Morty a sarcastic response when Morty said "Hey buddy, got you a coffee" and when Morty asked "Have you found him (Rick Prime) yet?" which while it isn't nice, it's better than how he treated Morty in season 4, since he never insults Morty directly.

Episode 2 ~ The Jerrick Trap

Another episode where they don't interact a lot, and when they do it's not really Rick it's like half Jerry half Rick. Buttttt he does have a new "Touch my grandson and die policy" and it's confirmed in that episode that both Rick and Jerry love their family, even if they are horrible at showing it. He does snap at Morty for literally no reason at the end, but still. Comparing it to say, Mortynight Run, the second episode of season 2 where he constantly insults Morty, it shows progress.

Episode 3 ~ Air Force Wong

Again, they don't really interact a lot, man they really ignored Morty in season 7, but he does stand up for Morty when the president insults him, when the president said "Tell Morty to shut up!" Morty says "Tell him he can't talk to me like that!" And season 1-4 Rick would probably just ignore Morty, he actually listens and tells the president "You can't talk to Morty like that." This episode also reveals that he's still going to therapy every week, which is a huge thing!

Episode 4 ~ That's Amorte

He's pretty rude to Morty in this episode, even straight up telling him "The only reason why you're still alive right now, is because you don't turn delicious when you die." Which we all know is a lie, but that doesn't make it better. But I'm pretty sure this was supposed to mirror Mortynight run, which is why I at least found Rick to be pretty out of character in this episode, but he's still physically gentle with Morty, with putting his hand on Morty's back instead of manhandling him like how he would in earlier seasons, and even if it's wrong that he was feeding the family people, he didn't do it out of malicious intent like how most would expect, he just genuinely thought it was good and wanted the family to try it, does that make it right? No, but still. He also (Like everyone else) lost the taste for it when he saw exactly what they were eating.

Episode 5 ~ Unmortricken

Honestly besides his sarcastic comment at the beginning of the episode "Thanks buddy, means a lot that your bar for mental health has gotten lower than mine." and "You should count chickens professionally, Morty." He's pretty sweet to Morty, he was worried for Morty and didn't move until he made sure Morty was ok when they were all in the box, and when he finished making the portal, he made sure Morty got in by pulling him in by his shirt to be sure that Morty was safe, these are all very small details but they say a lot, he also doesn't let Morty come with him because he was worried about him and wanted to keep him away from a very dangerous adventures, which considering that he took Morty on a traumatizing adventure in "Rest and Ricklaxation" It's nice to see that he's actually starting to worry about taking him on dangerous adventures and wants to keep him out of them, this was confirmed when Evil Morty replied "I'm not worried about him, I'm evil!" when Rick angrily said "You brought Morty with you!?" and he even lets Morty hug him without pushing him away

which is a step up from him softly pushing Morty away when Morty attempted to hug him in "Solaricks"

We can also see that he fakes a smile in the end, which is, again leagues above what he would've done in seasons 1-4

Episode 6 ~ Rickfending your Mort

Ahhhh he's so sweet to Morty in this episodeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. We see in this episode that his inner grandpa comes out with Morty and that he spoils Morty, he gives Morty basically whatever he asks for with no resistance or complaining. They do argue, but Rick really mellowed down and didn't insult Morty like at all during the argument, really the only insulting things he did was when he called Morty a little gremlin and accused Morty of lying about the punch cards. Even when Morty fessed up, he didn't rub his nose in it or brag about it like usual. He just said one thing "Hah! Can we playback that confession?" but that was it, and he still accepted the punch cards anyway and is extremely excited when him and Morty are going on adventures again, and smiles when he sees Morty excited about another gun, don't give guns to kids. But when Rick does it, it's his way of spoiling Morty, he just doesn't really know how, but he's tryinggggggggg. He also genuinely thanks Morty for keeping him on track with the punch cards instead of giving some back-handed thank you like how he did in season 1 episode 10. which is nice to see. He also is genuinely bonding with Morty with the pet cemetery scene.

Episode 7 ~ Wet Kaut Summer

Another one without many Rick and Morty interactions...man Morty gets pushed away a lot, butttt we do see more of him spoiling Morty, which is always welcome, and he does try to get Morty back which is sweet, I also thought him bragging to Summer about how he saves Morty a lot was kinda cute in a pathetic way "I save Morty 8 times per season!" We also see him be nice to Summer and open up to her about Diane "I treat you like an equal because I respect you! You remind me of your grandmother."

Episode 8 ~ Rise of the Numericons the Movie

Eh this one was just a weird fever dream, Rick wasn't in this episode like...at all. He wasn't even mentioned once.

Episode 9 ~ 90s fad toys

Rick is just really sweet to Morty here, when Morty messed up by releasing Bigfoot, he seems more worried about how him and Morty will get home rather than mad, and listens to Morty explain without interrupting, unlike other seasons the only mean thing he says was "I could probably teach these idiots how to hit a red button!" which is really pretty mild considering some of the other stuff he said during his arguments with Morty in seasons 1-4 including but not limited to: "You're a piece of shit Morty!" "I'll let you know when I have a point, and the world will know when I try to hurt you!" "Morty, you little lying world-ending pervert!" "I'm really glad you insisted on getting that Fart home, at least all the death and destruction wasn't for nothing y'know?" "I'm going to take a biggg fat Morty, that's my new word for shit due to today's events." "Okay Morty, you big party-pooper buzzkill! Boo!" and is pretty sweet to Morty during his fight with Bigfoot, even encouraging Morty not to help him due to a fear of Morty getting hurt, even when he was getting brutally beaten "Don't worry Morty, I got this under control" and he even cried in front of Morty instead of pretending like he has no emotions, which is a lot more significant when you consider that Morty was the only person (In the smith family at the very least) to see Rick cry

Episode 10 ~ Fear No Mort

Rick isn't in this episode for the majority of it, since this is a Morty centric episode! Finally! Buttt we do see that he brought Morty to a carnival just to spend time with and see a haunted house with Morty, that was literally it.

He also eats with Morty at Dennys (Well was about to before they hear about the fear hole) and really only said two mean things to Morty "You little turd!" when Morty actively didn't listen to Rick, which is a step up from season 6 considering he didn't just ditch Morty and replace himself with a robot. "I mean...define 'irreplaceable'" when Morty asked if he was irreplaceable. But he did sounds genuinely happy and excitied when Morty was back, happily calling out his name as soon as he moved, and he doesn't immediately backtrack on sounding happy or smiling which is a step up from season 1 episode 9 Something Ricked this Way Comes where he was happy, but immediately backpedaled and tried his best to sound like an annoyed grandpa. and he did attempt to awkwardly hug Morty back after Morty hugged him, it was half assed but he still tried. He didn't even seem mad when Morty pushed away, he looked more worried that he messed up more than anything. Also yes, this does still bring me pain.

AND WE LITERALLY SEE THAT HE NOT ONLY LISTENS TO MORTY'S ADVICE BUT ALSO HAS A PICTURE OF MORTY IN HIS WALLET AND LOOKED SO PROUD OF HIM! HE ALSO CHOOSES MORTY OVER A FAKE VERSION OF DIANE

Uh so yeah Rick's redemption arc is amazing, and no I do not regret that I spent an embarrassing amount of time gushing over an abusive old man's redemption arc.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick c137 #rick #and #morty #rick and morty season 7

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ahaura · 2 years ago

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yellowjackets s2e5 lb

A VHS TAPE MY OLD FRIEND THE VCR <3

VAN OWNS A DVD/VHS RENTAL STORE AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"happy wife happy life" fjakjkdjksaj but also DID lottie stop her from sleepwalking?

callie you are hanging out with not only a grown man but a COP callie PLEASE

"if i get a strike you have to kiss me" oh jesus fucking christ

i will say that callie is being stupid but it's teenager stupid and it's also "my mom confessed murdering someone to me and i am going to lash out" stupid so it's like. an expected stupid but oh my god callie please

"i sexually hustled you" i hate this <3

YES CALLIE USE GOOGLE!

omg i forgot about javi

are they going to eat him

crystal and misty bestie hour <3

"you can talk to me if it helps" HE'S A COP! TELL HIM YOU WERE LYING AND SCRAM!

CALLIE LYING TO THE COP TELLING HIM SHAUNA WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH RANDY INSTEAD OF ADAM SAVING HER MOM'S ASS JESUS CHRIST

teenagers can be so so so stupid (i know i was one) but also they're not NEARLY as stupid or oblivious as adults think. point in case callie

"there's only ever one rule. win" they're perfect for each other

"a fucking cop?" "how old is he?" parent time

"so... i did fix it?" oh callie oh callie oh she's just a kid in the middle of a shit show trying to deal with her stupid parents and their stupid drama and their stupid murder and even though they've been lying to her and then making the HORRIBLE decision to make her party to their crime (shauna.) she's still trying to help oh god i feel so bad for her

love seeing more of akilah in this ep i rly hope they dont find out about her mouse <3

hardy boy mention <3

ok so either crystal is going to get eaten OR misty pushes her off the cliff or they have some sort of scuffle because she wants to tell the others if misty confesses she stranded them out there for social points

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :( IM SORRY CRYSTAL (KRISTEN)

you know walter is taking the whole "misty could have murdered adam" thing very well all things considered

"my grandma killed my grandpa and even though she was in jail for 30 years she never failed to send me a birthday card. she was thoughtful, like you" COMEDYYYYYYYYYYY

"maybe you dont have to be dying to have regrets" OH?

OH TAISSA :(

loving the lottie and nat back and forth its so fun

who is javi's friend

SLEEPWALKING TAI LETS GOOOOOO

THEY BROUGHT IT BACK

THE SHADOW

ITS SO CREEPY ITS SO GOOD

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xatsperesso · 2 years ago

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"Wait, wait wait what do you mean by psycho? And-"

"He was literally a cannibal. 'What do I mean by psycho' what do I not mean by psycho. Listen young man, I may be 2153 years old but that does not mean I don't keep up with the dictionaries you humans keep updating! And everytime I meet someone new I have to tell them that vampires are cool, and tell them that we literally drink animal blood and that drinking or eating humans is basically cannibalism. We’re literally the same genus! It's just that you guys are sapiens and we are suco like seriously.

And what is up with you guys? You keep taking words out and everytime I say those words I get bullied for being a 'grandpa' like come on. I say the word crapulous once after a wicked hangover and suddenly I am bullied by a bunch of twenty year olds! I am older than them but I am too young to be a grandpa and why do you keep updating the dictionary? And why do you keep taking out the fun words? Like what is wrong with the word twattle? Brabble? Curglaff like come on. Soon you'll take the word English out of your dictionary. Gosh"

"..."

"...uh-"

"Listen, I got, este, dared to isolate myself for a hundred years because Will heard that this is a new torture you people have incented and thought is bullshit, and, o sea, these were sone of the words that were circulating in here. Heheh.

You're actually one of the first people I've met since I got out. This place used to be a vampire safe-space, o sea, since the whole "Dracula" thing haha"

"Oh. No, it's, uh, it's ok-"

" I have to go. Find my friends. I'll send you a letter soon, once I found them. May god be with ye. O-or may he not! In case you're an atheist. Goodness. Uh, see you later"

"....so he's just going to run?"

"Yeah. Maybe we shouldn't have done those plastic surgeries and basically changed our whole look to prank him"

"Yeah"

"Worth it though"

"Totally"

“You’re a…Vampire!? Are you going to suck my blood?” “Ew no. I’m a vampire not a cannibal. Just like regular humans, Vampires are all different. The one the old stories were based on, was just weird. He was a psycho before he was turned too. Tea?”

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aquiloneblu-000 · 2 years ago

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Agatha's Grandpa

Some things in life are fucking dark. Just like this bathroom. Couldn't find the light switch, don't even know why the lights were off in the first place; someone else was in there just before me.

I lean back facing away from the mirror, I'm already getting reflected by the floor tiles anyway. I think they're pink. Dark pink maybe.

I've cleaned myself up, i should be getting out of here. Wonder if he's still there.

These walls ain't shit, i can hear every single thing happening outside. I remember a couple of years back YouTube was full of music edits meant to sound like you were locked in a bathroom in the midst of a party. What kind of party would play arctic monkeys? You only want to listen to them when you're alone, thinking of someone, or when you are actually fucking them.

Sex is such a funny thing. One minute you're enjoying it, the next you think back to what had happened and it is not fun anymore. Are you ok what happened did i do something. You didn't do anything wrong stop worrying. Stop looking at me like that. Can't have pity for what you've never known.

It's just that some things in life are fucking dark. Maybe I should just tell him that. I think he could understand. He looked confused. Shouldn't have done this.

Someone's knocking at the door.

I get up, straighten my clothes, my hair.

I get out of that god awful dark pink bathroom and into the party. I don't know the songs they are playing. Something about sex for sure. God it is always there. Sex sex sex and sex again. We should have just kissed. Just a kiss and then pretend that nothing happened. That's what friends do i think. Never had a friend like him.

I try my best to walk in a straight line, anything to seem composed. It shouldn't be so hot. It's fucking december. January now. God I'm drunk.

Down the wooden stairs there's the door, open, the air of a new year filling out the crowded room in all of its twirls, twisting upon itself.

I grab a coat; just now it got cooler. I should go outside. I look for my cigarettes, open a new package. It's so goddamn cold the lighter won't start, it's almost frustrating really.

"Do you want me to light it for you?" Said this girl. "Your hands are shaking. Mine shake all the time too, it's a real bummer, you know? Well i suppose you do."

I let her do her thing. Thank you.

She's still talking to me. Are you okay do you need some water.

"I'm good" i say. "You don't look too good yourself" after i have actually looked at her. She was right, her hands were pretty shaky. She had long bony fingers. Veiny.

She laughs a bit. "Yeah i did something kinda dumb".

"No shit, me too." I confess. "Do you want one?" I ask shaking the package.

"Was about to ask."

She lights a cigarette and her eyelids slowly meet each other as she exhales.

She asks me what I've done. I tell her i slept with one of my best friends.

"Was she good at it?" She asked

"He's a man." I say

"Oh that's cool. I slept with a woman."

"Tonight?" i ask.

"Yeah." She doesn't say anything else.

We sit on the porch, smoking rather slowly. There's no hurry in going back in there. I wonder what he's doing.

We're not the only ones out, a bunch of people in small groups, some talking annoyingly loud, waving their hands with their cigarettes attached; in the dead of night they look like little lighthouses gone mad: waving erratically and signaling the ships lost in the endless blanket of mist that will cover us all up until march.

Me and the girl are lighthouses too except we're sitting still. I wonder what she's thinking about.

"Are you thinking about that girl?" I ask.

I'm not looking at her but i can feel the fresh breath of her gaze.

"Who? The one i fucked in the bathroom?" She gets a bit cocky, a bitter smile.

"The bathroom with the pink tiles?"

"Why? And also yes".

"No shit. I just used it."

"Well isn't this a small world."

"Is she a friend?"

She seems amused. "Why do you care?"

I don't think I do, I just want to be reassured that someone is having a worse night than I am.

"No, i met her tonight for the first time"

Damn her.

"It seems ideal really. That's what i prefer, at least".

"Oh wow. So cool" i think she's teasing rather than straight up insulting me. I'm just being honest why would she be insulting? It's less embarrassing if you don't care about their opinion.

I tell her just that, she makes a humming sound.

"I'm not really good at that." She says. "My attention span is devastatingly short, it takes a lot for a stranger to entertain me enough to hook up with them". She's wearing a sly smile.

"Wow."

"Yeah i know how pretentious it sounds" she huffs, looking a little embarrassed. There's no need for that though, i think i get it.

I'm the exact opposite. My attention span is so mortifyingly short that anybody can get between my legs. Or let me in theirs, though it only happens on rare occasions.

Apparently we agreed upon mutual silence that we would stay outside a little longer. I go for another cigarette, mostly to keep myself occupied. She wants to be occupied as well and starts talking. I don't mind, really. She's being nice. Maybe she gets it.

I'm actually starting to feel better. Maybe i never felt bad in the first place. Yeah that seems right. Overreacting as usual. I just liked him. I like him. I think he liked it. Who the hell knows what he thinks now. Where is he anyway? He said there was a girl hitting on him. He said that when he came looking for me. That's got to mean something.

Yeah that's it. It didn't happen because of all of that. I freaked out because i liked him. Think i was in love with him up until an hour ago. Crazy what a pair of unzipped pants can do…

I ask the girl her name, guilty of not paying attention. Has she already told me?

"Agatha" she says. "It's a good name. It's great. But it makes me feel old." Chuckles.

I like that name. "There's nothing wrong with being old" i point out. "My grandad is one of my best friends". I say

"My grandad has dementia i think. Poor guy, i truly love him. I do."

"Oh. I'm sorry" i start dating something else but I'm not really sure what.

She just shrugs. I guess it happens. Yeah it does.

Sometimes i lose my memory as well. All of those moments i had lost coming back in dreams rolling through roundabouts and back alleys. Dirty dirty dreams. I remember now. It's not that bad. I'm not that dirty. How much filth doeas Agatha have under her skin, i wonder.

"What's a young person name then?" i ask her instead. She looks at me for a while and then i notice her stare is actually blank. She is really thinking about it, playing with a strand of hair and biting her left cheek.

"Probably Anna. It still starts with an A and it is a palyndrome, which is funny. "

"It's not that funny" i point out

"Well it doesn't have to be hilarious!" She says back, amused, her voice slightly higher.

I don't remember how we got to walking around the garden. I'm sobering up slowly, a courtain opening up to shame.

The place is nice though. Green. Blue. It got easier to see the stars once the air cleaned up a little. Stars and lots of hills, hills up until the end of the world. They are green just like this one. Earthly sibilings i guess. They are green with loads of orange: houses, lights. So many people awake. I won't ever meet them. Maybe some. I probably will never meet the ones Agatha will.

Down this hill lies our city. There's my mom somewhere asleep, i hope she's with dad. Who knows where my sister is. Should i call her?

We get to the top, a small wooden fence guarding the area, making sure nobody rolls down. Behind us there's woods.

Agatha has told me lots of stuff. She knows a lot of gossip about the people here but she only tells me about the people she doesn't like. Serves them right. There's this guy fucking the best friend of the girl he's going out with; this other chick is cheating on her boyfriend; one 'fucking asshole piece of shit' almost molested one of her friends. Fucking asshole piece of shit. And then she says the girl she slept with (even though they weren't in a bed or even horizontal for all that matters) tried to touch her even when she kept saying no. Agatha slapped her so hard her glasses flew out of her face.

Yeah, she gets it.

I tell her about him. I tend to do that a lot. Talk about him, that is. I truly hope he doesn't mind.

I was the one who started it, but he kissed me first, he'd been a real fucking gentleman about it. Really, he was. He looked at me with smiling eyes. His eyes are blue. Of course they are, and his hair is blond. He looked at me like that and he leaned in gently, asking for permission with the time it took for his lips to place onto mine. I was smiling as well.

Should have kept it like that.

At least among all the orange around me there's gotta be someone that did the same thing as me tonight. Or tomorrow or ten years ago. I truly don't believe in originality anyway. He's the only one who's different.

"Why is he?" She asks.

"He just is. You'd see it if you met him. It's all in his eyes. I think he knows something nobody else does."

"I think everybody does. But you only see it in him because it's him. Or maybe it's him because you see it."

"That's not true. Think of how many bland people there are in the world"

"Thanks. I'm pretty fucking bland but i know that i have something nobody else does. Just like everybody else." She says "I watched Fight Club in eighth grade, maybe that's why I don't believe in individuality. But I'm still a big individualist. Oh yes, damn right i am. I am the only real person in my life just like you are the only real person in yours. We don't really exist to each other. I'm glad i met you and all of that but how can i be sure you are real? It takes enough strength to convince myself that i am. Don't you ever just want to go to sleep?"

She stops for a second.

"Stop saying that" i plead. "Just don't. I can't hear this shit I'm sorry."

"No man, I'm sorry. Really. It's dumb. I said some dumb shit. Sorry."

"That's okay" i mumble. "It's okay," i repeat.

#brought to you by the can't deal with ons gang #writing #original piece #sorry if it sounds pretentious im just a dumb girl #tw???#short thing #can you tell i read an unhealthy amount of gay fanfic in middle school

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yakumtsaki · 2 years ago

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It’s a new day and Half-Alien Prof is still on the premises because SHE STAYED THE NIGHT. I legit still can’t believe this is happening, VICTORIA IS ROLLING IN HER VAST MAUSOLEUM.

-What the hell am I looking at?

You’re looking at the consequences of your actions, Eliza, not that you give a fuck.

-I sure don’t.

Meanwhile, DJ Verse destroys Sophito with FACTS and LOGIC.

-Nice try, manwhore, you think I don’t know you’re banging your way through every sorority? -Hey! I’m banging my way through the fraternities, too!

Ya you tell her, Soph!

-What are these darn kids doing in the hot tub, I wanted to soak my arthritic bones and then bang Reginald in it!

First of all GROSS, secondly they’re on a date having a fight about ladybugs, as one does.

I hadn’t noticed until now that DJ has a modified version of the Wyatt template, so she and Sophito have the exact same nose LOL. I still miss Wyatt💔

My dedication to Sophito’s awful LTW truly knows no bounds, apparently I’m even willing to sacrifice his education as I completely spaced out during this date with Blossom Moonbeam (who I thought was named Blossom Moonblossom and was disappointed to find it’s not so) and he missed like half his final exam.

-Uhh, Soph, shouldn’t you have left like 2 hours ago? -Nah it’s fine, Junie, I’m taking it same time as Liz and she said she’d come get me when it was time to go. -Ya, she left 2 hours ago. -Of course she did. ‘Xcuse me, Blossom Moonblossom. -That’s not my name. -It should be, it’s way funnier.

Thankfully nothing, not even Eliza’s sabotage, can beat those brainchad Sophie genes! I’m not even gonna show you everyone else’s grades, but rest assured, they were horrible (as usual) except June’s (as usual). We’re officially half-way through college now, man does time fly when you’re on the worst college run ever.

Liz is currently going through it, so I cave and have her throw this toga party she wants, even though our last party was the stage of Reginald bringing untold shame on this family.

Well that’s just great. Having fun, Liz?

-It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.

Obvious Business Major is very cute but since we’ve already gone on a date with her it’s time to dump her for Phineaus Furley’s r/atheism ass.

-Hey there ;) -Oh my God, someone wants to talk to me!!! Of course, there is NO GOD. -Greeting you was a mistake ;)

Good Lord, Phineaus Furley, will you stop ranting at Sophito?? You are the worst date of all time.

-And don’t even get me STARTED on the fact you have a butler. -Ya I know, he’s so glitchy. The last one was super glitchy too, he almost crashed our lot until we fired him. -YOU FIRED HIM?!?! -Well, not me, my ex-girlfriend, Eliza. Well, she wasn’t really my girlfriend, she was my uncle Reginald’s girlfriend, who is now dating Half-Alien Professor. We were just banging. -With the ‘Half-Alien Professor’?? -No, with Eliza. But Eliza is now banging my cousin Wilfred. Well, not only ‘now’, she was also banging him when I was banging her. She’s re-banging him now. Also my grandpa Jojo used to date both of Eliza’s fathers. -’Your grandpa Jojo used to’.. What the fuck?! You know what, I’m just gonna go. Don’t call me! -FINALLY, I thought he’d never fuck off. Had to bust out the family dating history.

At least we’ve found a use for it!

The party’s over, and having learned nothing from the Furley Fiasco, we ask passerby Tom Freshe out.

-Hey, I’m Sophito Union ;) -Say no more.

Unlike the previous disaster, this date is actually going pretty well since Tom does not appear to be criminally insane-

-unfortunately, we are interrupted by YET ANOTHER FIRE. Ok seriously, does it seem to anyone else like this entire generation we’ve been having WAY MORE fires than one should??? Like between all the kitchen fires, the thunder fires, and the trainset fire THAT KILLED CYN this shit is for real starting to feel like the number of fires directly correlates to the number of affairs-

-ARE YOU KIDDING ME. BREAK IT UP

-Wow Liz, I can’t believe we almost died. -I can’t believe you passed that exam. Imagine what you could achieve if you actually applied yourself. -Sorry, the only thing I’m ever gonna apply myself to is hooking up with 50 people ;) -God, why are you such a himbo loser? -I don’t know, why are you such a coldhearted bitch??

Why am I still playing this household???

ALRIGHT THEN. Can I order a thunderstrike for this bedroom? Thanks so much.

#gen 3 #ts2

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sagessoftwings · 3 years ago

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hi hi i was wondering if i could get a matchup for haikyuu and jjk please. im an infp bi, and i go by she/they pronouns.

i am 5’2 i have brown hair with tinted highlights and hazel eyes. i’m pretty soft spoken tho depending on who i’m around i can be louder than usual. i’m kind, creative, patient, loyal, smart, and easy going. my friends would describe me as a ray of sunshine and the mom friend of the group. i’d like to think i’m kind i try to be nice to everyone.

i like photography, hanging out with friends, watching anime and movies, shopping, listening to music, reading, and baking. i like wearing oversized sweaters and hoodies. i like boba and different kinds of sweets. i try to avoid confrontation when i can since it’s not my favorite thing.

when it comes to relationships i guess i look for someone that i can vibe with and someone that i feel comfortable with. my love languages are quality time (giving) and physical affection (receiving). thank you so much!!

Yes yes my love!! You sound so wholesome and sweet. 🥺 I hope you enjoy love bug!

For Haikyuu I ship you with: Chikara Ennoshita!!

This man? This man right here is so underrated

He is absolutely smitten with you I’m jealous babes

He had accidentally ran into you cause he's late for work and felt so, so bad but your voice was so soft and he was just entranced. You’re so pretty! And he had to see you again so he offered to pay you back with a coffee

The more you two talked the more in love he fell

Don’t be surprised if you catch this man staring while you two are grocery shopping and you’re just making conversation with this little kid. When you ask if everything is ok, he just goes “You’re perfect” and just pulls you in close

He likes observing you? Not in a weird way but just so lovingly because in his eyes you’re everything to him, you could be cleaning dishes and he just looks at you with huge love adorned eyes

He likes taking you to pretty scenery so you two can take cute pictures. He has an old camera that was his grandpa’s and likes to make new memories with it just like his grandparents did

Also if you surprise him with one of those tiered picture things he won’t make it past the first one without crying

He likes to carry your bags for you when you go shopping and gets so flustered if you ask him if something looks good hehehah

Please for the love of god take his hoodies, he practically throws them at you. I feel like he has a lot of like vintage sweaters so take those too while you’re at it

He likes to text you late and be like ‘Boba?’ and pick you up and go on a lil late night drive/ jam session

You make him feel alive, and he never fails to text you that after your outings together

If you can’t go out or are sick he’ll leave a gift/get well basket and various sweets for when you feel better on your doorstep

He has a habit of just staring into your eyes and pushing your hair back with a smile

He will and can tackle you and just plant kisses all over your adorable face

Ennoshita likes to take you out and see constellations while you huddle under a blanket together

His favorite thing is caressing or holding your face and give you a fat ol smooch (he gets so flustered tho so feel free to poke fun of him and watch him glow red)

For jjk I ship you with: Toge Inumaki!!

SUCH A SWEETHEART, he treats you so well

You don’t ever worry about him having to ask you to speak up, he has good hearing, plus he likes seeing you flustered when he leans down to hear you

Toge admires how sweet you are to everyone and likes to tell Panda about you <3

He craves physical touch and if he wants to ask you something he’ll write it on the palm of your hand

Once you catch onto what he’s saying through cursed speech he never stops talking and compliments you 24/7

You have so many pictures of this man, he also likes to steal your phone to take stupid pictures

You definitely have a blurred picture of Panda on the toilet for no reason other than Inumaki

He likes to lay on top of you when you two watch anime together and he holds onto like you’re his teddy bear

He’s used to carrying your bags but does it more willingly than with Nobora

You two have weekly boba dates and he always buys, you get no say so in this

When you get new clothes Toge won’t hesitate to try them on when you’re in the shower

You once came out of the bathroom to him in a pair of skinny jeans and a wicked smile on his face. “They make by but look good” he attempts to twerk but it’s not a pretty sight

He loves when you wear his stuff, I mean it’s only fair

Inumaki always sprays them with cologne before though so it smells like him

Inumaki likes to braid your hair and then will put two rubber bands in your hand for you to do his

He likes to dance battle you, even if you don’t dance back he literally will fortnite dance it's embarrassing

Never ever fails to put a smile on your face :’)

#hq ennoshita #ennoshita x reader #ennoshita smut #haikyuu ennoshita #ennoshita headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader headcanons #haikyuu x reader #toge inumaki #inumaki headcanons #inumaki x reader #jujutsu kaisen inumaki #inumaki scenarios

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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O̶l̶d̶ M̶a̶n̶ M̶o̶v̶e̶s̶

__________________________ Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve shows you a thing or two about being an old man.

Warnings: *AGE GAP*, smut 18+ minors dni, very dark/inappropriate joke (only mentioned once but beware)

Author’s Notes: I know this isn’t the most original but hEr yA gO lol (ps this a long one but boy is it a good read #prettyproud ;) lmao) __________________________

“Hey Nat, do you know anything about World War II?” you peeked your head in her room.

“Nope, ask Steve.”

“Hey Tony, do you know anything about World War II?” you walked into the lab.

“Nope, ask Steve.”

“Hey Sam, where’s Bucky?” you walked in the kitchen.

“Mission.”

“Well, do you know anything about World War II?”

“Nope, ask Steve,” you grunted and rolled your eyes.

“Hey Wanda, do you know anything about World War II?”

“Nope, have you asked Steve?”

“Ugh! Everyone keeps saying that,” you flopped down on her bed.

“And why aren't you asking him?”

You looked at her raising an eyebrow. She was the only, well you think Nat knows but Wanda is the only person you told about your little crush on the super soldier. Upon seeing your face, Wanda chuckled humorously. One time she caught you during a meeting thinking about Steve; every part of Steve. To say you were embarrassed would be an understatement.

“What about Bucky?”

“He’s on a mission. Hey, what are you watching?”

“Malcolm in the Middle.”

“Nice.”

You laughed at the show for a bit before grunting remembering that you had to finish the history report for your college professor who’s as old as sliced bread. Before you walked out Vision phased through the door.

“Ooh! Vis, tell me everything about World War II!”

“No, Vis! Don’t tell her a single thing! You have to ask Steve,” she scolded.

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Wanda,” you whined.

“I’m pretty sure he’s in his room,” she smirked.

“Please don’t make me do it,” you begged hyperbolically.

“Then fail your report,” she smirked evilly.

“Dammit, Wanda,” you left her room hearing her snicker.

You stomped to your room and collapsed on your bed. You sat at your computer for twenty minutes until a knock disturbed your dreadful staring.

“Steve!” you shouted opening the door.

“Hey, Sam told me you needed help with a history report?”

“Sam told you?”

“Yeah; and Tony, and Nat, and Wanda,” Steve phoned chimed suddenly.

“Oh, uh, Buck just texted me saying Sam told him that you need help with uh, a history report,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, World War II,” you gritted.

“Well,” he stood awkwardly at your door still.

“Come in,” you moved over to let him in.

Steve walked in and sat on the edge of your bed. You scurried over and threw yourself on the bed gathering all your papers and books and your laptop. You sat criss crossed on the bed before looking up at him ready for learning, I guess.

“Ok so what exactly do you need to know?” Steve smiled.

“Oh well, uh, maybe we start with life before soldiers got drafted?” you suggested.

Steve smiled remembering tons of stories and memories of him and Bucky being teenagers in New York. You stopped caring about your report altogether and just kicked back to listen to all about Steve. The way he lit up whenever remembered something he forgot to tell you made your heart burst.

At one point he started laughing so hard, as were you, when he slapped his hand directly on your thigh and squeezed hard from pure humor. Needless to say, you instantly stopped laughing and zeroed in on his large hand and the way it gripped your thigh.

“Awe man, that such was a good day,” he breathed out once he cooled down.

“Yeah, it’s kinda weird,” you said, coming back to reality.

“Why’s that weird?”

“I don’t know? You’re the captain, you don’t have fun. You’re an old man,” you giggled.

“Old man? Kid, you’re hurting me,” he clutched his chest dramatically.

“Hey, I already told you to stop calling me kid. I’m twenty years old,” you crossed your arms.

“Hey come on, I’m just joshing ya,” he smirked.

“Who the fuck says ‘joshing ya’?” you laughed.

“What, the kids don’t say that nowadays?” he laughed.

“No!” you were cracking up rolling on the bed.

“You’re supposed to be doing your history report,” he defended.

“You’re such an old man, oh god.”

“And you’re such a child,” he pinned you down on the bed.

“Ooh, someone busting out the old man moves. Get off grandpa,” you smirked.

“Make me, kid,” he emphasized ‘kid’.

You two glared at each amusingly, both trying you very best to not smile. Your shirt had ridden up your stomach and Steve could somewhat see the exposed skin. He didn't think you were a kid per say, he thought you were a very beautiful young woman; too young. He didn’t think it would be appropriate to pursue any sort of relationship with you; it’s not like you were very incognito when it came to checking him out. He knew that you liked him.

Explains all the teasing you do too.

The close proximity between you two make you both bothersome; Steve's muscle clenching and fighting every urge in his body to do something he might regret, or worse, something you’ll regret. Your stomach flipped and your mind wandered to what it would be like if you were in this position under different circumstances.

In an attempt to relieve yourself without Steve knowing you clenched your thighs softly before moving your knee up. Upon moving your knee, your eyes widened and Steve instantly got off you covering his modesty with your sheet. Your face slowly turned into a mischievous smirk before raising your eyebrow at Steve, who profusely blushed under your taunting gaze.

“Do kids turn you on?” you joked.

“Y/n!” Steve groaned at your highly inappropriate joke.

“I’m kidding!” Steve simply rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m just joshing ya,” you grinned, making Steve chuckle.

“How much of your report have you done?” Steve reached for your laptop; making you panic because you didn’t even have your name let alone a title typed out.

“Seriously?” he looked at you like a stern father.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said.

“You don’t even have your name,” he cracked a smile.

“Well, your stories are just too captivating; I was distracted,” you weren’t exactly lying, seeing Steve seem so relaxed and carefree thinking back on memories made you smile.

“Distracted,” he repeated sarcastically.

“Yeah, I was,” you felt small as Steve got closer to you.

“Is this distracting now?” he mocked.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

He looked at your lips before running his nose along your cheek and your own nose. He pressed his lips too close to your lips, of which you were desperate for him to touch. Your hands grabbed at his arms that were held tightly on your waist for any sort of stability. You felt like you were going to pass out.

“You better finish that report if you know what’s good for you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Huh?” you breathed out seeing as Steve has stood up and made his way to your door.

“You heard me. Come find me when you’ve been a good girl and finished that report,” he slipped out smoothly leaving you high and dry, or rather soaking in arousal.

Your eyes were practically bulging from your head and you couldn’t believe the Steve with that gnarly stick up his ass was the same one that just easily turned you on like an easy-bake oven and called you a ‘good girl’. You immediately rushed to grab your laptop googling facts about World War II and typed faster than Usain Bolt could run.

Meanwhile Steve stood in the shower with cock in hand, his thumb rubbing over the tip leaking with precum. He ran his hand down his shaft and threw his head back at the pleasure. He moaned your name and tensed his muscles getting close to a release.

He had to hold on to the wall to keep his knees from buckling. The sight of seeing you under him, squirming and wiggling so innocently made his cock twitch. He knew that you liked him, it wasn’t necessarily a huge secret; you weren’t desperate to hide that fact. But he knew you weren’t going around telling people so he never said anything.

He went to your room genuinely trying to help with your college report and he got enthralled with his own memories. He didn’t exactly know when the air shifted but he realized it indefinitely when your body tensed under his hand that rested perfectly on your thigh.

He remembers the softness of skin and remembers the way your breathing quickened. He kept the conversation going as innocently as possible but then you started teasing him about his age, about what an old fashioned sucker he was. And all he could think about in that moment was flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress you showing his “old man moves”.

“Fuck,” he moaned to himself.

Soon enough after a couple more pumps, he painted the shower walls with his cum desperately wishing it was your stomach or even your back. He just wanted you there with him. He felt guilty thinking about you like that. He knew if he were ever to get with you he wouldn't be able to keep up. You were so spright and mischievous and beautiful and gorgeous and sexy and… wait; slow down, Steve.

He got out of the shower and cleaned himself off. He changed and just stayed in his room letting the sounds of the TV drown any thoughts he might wandered to you. A sudden knock broke the silence settled in his room and he opened the door to find his best friend.

“Hey, man,” Bucky smiled.

“Buck, your back,” Steve opened the door further letting him come in.

“Oh, did you get my text? About helping Y/n with her report? Heard it’s like forty percent of her grade,” he said.

“Yeah uh, I did,” Steve said hesitantly; Bucky narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Steve retorted.

“I don’t believe you. Come on what happened?” Buck chuckled.

“She called me an old man,” Steve pouted.

“Haha! Seriously?”

“Yeah but jokes on her cuz I-” Steve stopped himself, what if his best friend thought he was a creep.

“Oh no, did you guys fuck?” he asked suddenly.

“Buck,” Steve groaned.

“You did, didn’t you!”

“Almost!” Steve bursted out, his eyes widening in fear.

“Hey, why are you all freaked out? I thought you liked her?” Bucky questioned.

“Yeah, but what? She’s too young. I thought you were gonna think I was a creep,” Steve was confused.

“Well, how old is she?”

“She’s uh, she’s twenty, almost twenty-one,” he muttered.

“Oh, yikes. Uh, I don’t know man. I mean you’re both adults,” Bucky said.

“Fuck, man. I really fucked up,” Steve said making Bucky ‘language’ him of which Steve glared back.

“Did you kiss her?”

“No, almost,” Steve responded.

“Ok then what happened?”

Steve explained to Bucky what happened just hours ago and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at his poor friend's antics.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Steve,” Bucky joked.

“Buck, you’re not helping,” Steve grunted.

“Well, either you keep your promise and fuck her good, or be that old man she called you with a stick up your ass and make her feel like shit. No pressure though. See for dinner, I’m going to beat the shit out of Sam,” Bucky stood up.

“What’d he do?”

“Nothing,” with that Bucky left.

Steve sat there on his bed conflicted. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. All he knows is that you’re a beautiful girl and Steve wants nothing more than to show you; he knows you'd be more than willing to let him have his way with you. But on the contrary, you are too young. There are tons of guys who would be so lucky to call you theirs; and they’re your age.

Then again, Steve can’t even imagine another man putting his hands on you. They’d never be able to pleasure you like he could. Ugh, but you called him an old man! Fuck this, Steve thought, I’m taking a nap.

You sat in your room busying yourself with facts about the war. You cried about the horrid things that happened, terrified that people that live in the world. You were even more shocked that Bucky and Steve lived through that.

You glanced at the clock noticing the many hours that had passed you. It was sundown which usually meant Wanda was going to come by any minute-

“What do you want for dinner?” There she is.

“Uh, I’m not sure. Haven't had much time to think about it,” you said lifting your laptop.

“Did Steve come?”

“I don’t know but he came pretty close,” you said snarkily. When he left about 5 minutes after you had to change your panties because you couldn’t focus on the report with arousal dripping out of you.

“What the hell does that mean?” Wanda sat on your bed. You told what happened when Steve came by, how innocent everything seemed until it wasn’t. Wanda was rolling on your bed in laughter, snorting at your frustration.

“Wandaaa,” you whined.

“Sorry, sorry. But I’m confused,” she cooled down.

“What’s there to be confused about; Steve Rogers is a fucking tease,” you grunted.

“I thought this is what you want. He clearly seems to like you back,” she said.

“I don’t know it’s just-”

“Just what?”

“It’s not exactly clear whether he likes me or just wants some young, fresh meat. He didn’t say he liked me back.”

“Did you say you liked him in the first place?”

“No.” Wanda sighed at your answer. Were you overreacting?

“Y/n, I’ve known Steve for a long time and he’s not that kinda guy.”

“People change.”

“Y/n-”

“I just wish it stayed like a little stupid crush, because then I wouldn’t have to worry about my heart getting broken like that; worrying whether it’s real or not. Pining hurts so good, it’s comfortable.”

“Well, on a lighter note, how’s the report?” Wanda changed the subject so you wouldn’t feel bad anymore.

“I’m almost done, I think I’m gonna skip out on dinner. I’m really close to finishing,” you told her.

“Want me to bring you a plate?” she asked.

“Yes, please.”

Everyone sat at the table eating silently. Sam held an ice pack to his face because Bucky accidentally threw a rock at him; seriously it was an accident. Bucky threw the rock at his groin but Sam tripped back and the rock landed on his face. There are no hard feelings though, Sam said he was gonna get him and now Bucky’s arm is disabled and limp.

Steve stared at the seat across from him, it was the seat you always took next to Wanda. You weren’t here for dinner and he was wondering if it had something to do with him. Did he make you uncomfortable enough that you never want to see him?

“She’s finishing her report,” Wanda said, her voice echoing in Steve’s head.

“Ooh what’s the gossip?” Nat said humorously seeing as Wanda’s eyes glowed red as did Steve’s.

“Nothing,” Steve mumbled.

“He was wondering where Y/n was?” Wanda said making Steve shoot daggers at her.

“You miss your little girlfriend?” Sam joked.

“Shut it,” Steve growled.

“She never misses dinner. Where the brat?” Tony asked.

“She has a history report for a college class and she told me she was almost done and that she was gonna skip dinner,” Wanda explained.

No more questions were asked and everyone ate in peace. Small talk and laughter was exchanged appropriately but Steve couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you lied to Wanda to get out of dinner. What if you hate him now? What if you were creeped out by him now? Fuck.

“Steve your plate?” Wanda asked him.

“Oh sorry, I’m finished. Thank you,” he handed her the plate of picked food.

“Y/n, asked me if I could bring her a plate when we were finished.”

Steve simply looked puzzled at her.

“Take this. And don’t break her heart,” she said handing him your plate.

“I would never,” he said.

“Don’t tell me, tell her.”

Steve walked hesitantly up to your room. He knocked careful not to disturb you. He heard you shout, giving him access to your room and he found you laying on your stomach typing away on your laptop while cartoons played lowly on the TV.

“I brought your dinner,” he said softly.

“Thank you! Ugh, I’m starving but I swear I have like two sentences.”

He smiled and placed your food on your bedside before sitting on the bed with you. He watched your face carefully memorizing the smallest things about you that he’s never really noticed before. He noticed the dryness of your lips because you bit them whenever you were immensely focused just as now.

He admired the small creases between your eyebrows and the way you scrunched your nose. Your hair was a little crazy and he noticed you had changed since he’d last been with you. He thinks he knows why that is and if it was true, he felt a sense of pride almost. Imagine if he really got to touch the way he wants. How ruined you would be.

“Steve?” you asked.

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

“Are you ok?” you smiled awkwardly.

“Oh uh, yeah. I’m ok.”

You ate quietly, eyes trained on the TV and Steve felt out of place. He went to stand up but you placed your food down and called after him.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I didn’t think you wanted me here anymore,” he said softly.

“But, but you said to come find you when I finish my report. You’re already here,” you said shyly.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think-”

“I was a good girl and finished,” you said innocently biting your lip.

“Y/n,” Steve sighed.

“What?” Oh no, you guessed it. He doesn’t actually like you and he's just messing with you.

“Hey look at me,” Steve grabbed your chin softly. You didn’t want to but you ultimately did.

“I want nothing more than to reward you for being a good girl but I can’t,” he said sadly.

“It's because I’m too young, isn’t it,” you whined.

“I can’t do that to you. You have your whole life ahead of you, sweetheart. An old man like me shouldn’t keep you back like this,” he said.

“You’re not keeping anywhere, I’m an Avenger just like you. I don’t have anybody else. I’m only going to college because Tony’s paying for it and I took this stupid histroy class because I wanted to know more about what life was like for you. Because I like you,” you said.

“Y/n, you can have anyone and you’re choosing me?” he chuckled.

“Yes, guys my age don’t even know where the clit is!” you shouted exasperated.

“Show them,” he said stupidly.

“Ah, yes. Because a twenty-two year old college frat boy is gonna wanna listen to you tell him how to have sex,” you said squinting your eyes, making Steve chuckle.

“I don’t want a guy my age, I want you.”

Steve cupped your face softly and you leaned into his hand with a childish pout. Steve smiled at you and your pout turned into a smile too.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, babygirl,” he sighed, pushing you down to lay on the bed.

“Not if you die from a stroke first old man,” you cracked.

Steve wrapped his large hand around your neck bringing his face dangerously close yours.

“Smart mouth, and to think I was about to reward you.”

His voice gave you chills and you audibly whimpered under him. Steve pressed his leg between your thighs and your body shudder feeling his muscular thigh firmly pressed against your core.

“Fuck,” your voice shook.

“Does that feel good?” he asked mockingly, he knows what he’s doing.

“Yes, Stevie,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, you sound sweet whimpering and shaking under me. Almost feel kinda bad.”

His hand squeezed a bit harder and your body melted into the bed. He leaned down and kissed for the first time. Your eyes opened wide before fluttering closed again wallowing in his kiss. Your hand moved from his forearm to his face cupping it gently and your lips moved against his impeccably.

His lips faltered and trailed down your throat, his hand pulling your hair gently to move your head back to give him more room. He nipped and bit at your throat hungrily before soothing his marks with his tongue. His hands sneaked up your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin under your breasts. He could feel the chills that rose all over your skin and he chuckled darkly in your ear.

“Is this ok?” he asked softly tugging the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes, please,” you moaned.

Steve pulled them down little by little pressing kisses to every new part of exposed skin. He littered your hip bones and thighs with light bruises and bites. You were practically dripping in arousal, toes curling under themselves anticipating Steve’s next move.

He stood up at the edge of the bed keeping his eyes trained on yours, slowly unbuckling his belt. He pulled his pants down showing off his very impressive length. He gripped with his hand pumping it softly. He grabbed your ankle with his other hand and pulled you close to the edge of the bed.

“Lay on your stomach, babygirl,” Steve directed.

You eagerly flipped over, pushing your ass up to the air. Steve smiled at your ambition and gently rubbed your cheeks you put up for him. He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with you.

“Fuck, you gonna be my good girl?” he asked seductively.

“Yeah, fuck. Stevie, fuck me good,” you moaned.

“Open up those pretty legs for me, will ya?” Steve smirked. You spread your legs wider and arched your back more. When Steve finally pushed past your entrance, you felt so full.

“You gotta breathe baby,” Steve soothed.

“Sorry, you’re just… so big,” you whimpered.

“I know baby but you're taking my cock so well, you're being such a good fucking girl.”

“Steve!” you squeaked.

Steve snapped his hips in and out of you rapidly and you couldn’t help the high-pitched moans that escaped your mouth. Steve gripped your hips harshly, forming littles red and purple marks on your hip bones that you’ll have to admire tomorrow morning.

You gasped and moaned at the feeling of Steve’s cock driving into you and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Stevie, I’m gonna come! Fuck, I can’t hold it. Please daddy let me come!”

“Come on pretty baby, come for daddy. Make a mess all over my cock like a good girl,” he groaned above you.

Your body trembled and your arms fell forward as you nearly screamed Steve’s name in pure ecstasy. You breathed heavily but Steve wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled his still ever hard dick out of you momentarily to rid his shirt. He walked to the side of the bed and sat comfortably with his back against the headboard.

“Come here baby girl. I know you’re tired but I think you pull one more for me, yeah?” his voice was silky.

You whimpered and tried your best to sit up all the way, crawling desperately over to Steve. He kissed you softly before slowly pulling the hem of your shirt over your head to expose your breasts fully to him.

“Fuck, you are just too beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, his voice raspy making your body shudder above him.

His hands roamed your body; smoothing over your ribs, your hips to your thighs, back to hips against pulling you impossibly closer to him. His lips again just as before nipped and pecked the skin along your neck and collarbones and you could resist the small whimpers you made.

“Steve,” you moaned.

“I got ya, baby. I’m right here.”

You looked into his lust blown eyes before kissing him messily. Your age divulges your experience but Steve couldn't care less. You lifted your hips for him and he lined himself once again to your entrance.

Your arousal made it easier this time around and you were able to fully bask in the feeling and pleasure from Steve’s length. You hastily moved your hips around, back and forth, the position completely new to you. You felt erotic and confident and Steve’s kisses and praises did nothing but egg you on.

“You're doing so good, my love. God, you keep clenching me like that and I’m gonna blow,” he moaned.

“Please, Stevie. I want to make you feel good,” you encouraged.

“You already are, don’t even worry about that,” he smirked.

Your hands gripped at his shoulders hard, nails digging into his pale skin. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis and soon enough you felt another orgasm approaching quickly. As you grew tired, Steve’s hands went to your cheeks and aided you in moving back and forth.

Your arms gave out again and you fell against Steve's torso still thrusting your hips back and forth with his help. The pressure built rapidly in your lower stomach and you couldn’t hold it again.

“Steve,” you moaned.

“I know, just hold on, please. I wanna come with you; I’m almost there,” he gasped.

You held back as long as you but soon enough your body shook against Steve, desperate to release everything you have in you. In an attempt to distract yourself momentarily, you treated Steve the same by nipping and kissing the skin of his neck and shoulder. Your hands combing into his hair, tugging on his short blonde hair.

“Ok, go ahead babygirl,” he grunted, “Fuck!”

“Ugh, Steve!” you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into his shoulder. Ecstasy waved over you and you feel euphoric. Your body trembled from intensity and Steve whispered soft praises in your ear. His words soothed you and your eyes felt heavy. Steve tracing little patterns on the small of your back did not help your tired case.

“I gotta clean you up, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“No, stay with me, please,” you whined.

“I promise I’ll be back,” he chuckled.

“Hm,” you huffed.

You slowly rolled off of Steve and he practically ran to your bathroom emerging with a warm wet towel in hand. You laid limply on the bed, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Steve kissed your stomach and hips softly as he cleaned between your thighs gently. He went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up as well.

“Come back,” you whined, making him chuckle.

“Yay,” you cheered softly when he did.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”

“Mh-hm,” you nodded tiredly.

“I freaking love you,” you said, hiking your leg over to lay on top of him again. You nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” There was a slight moment of pause.

“Do you love me?” your voice crack and tears brimmed your eyes.

“I shouldn’t…” he started. His heart nearly broke when you looked up at him with teary eyes; afraid he would say he didn’t and you fell in love just to get your heart broken.

“But I do,” he finally said.

“Thanks,” you sniffled, making Steve smile.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too, old man.”

The next morning, Steve slipped out of bed while you were still asleep, you looked so beautiful and peaceful. It took everything in him not to just crawl back into bed with you but Steve had a couple things to do and it was already past eight. He promised to himself that he was gonna come back before you wake up.

So he softly closed the door before immediately running around the compound filing paperwork, directing agents and trainees, meeting with Nick Fury, and lastly making breakfast for you and him. Wanda, Bucky, and Sam all sat at the counter eating bowls of cereal watching Steve frantically run around the kitchen making breakfast.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky spoke up.

“I’m making breakfast,” Steve momentarily stopped to say.

“Ok, but why are you freaking out like that? You’re running around like a crazy person.”

“I have to make it before-” Steve stopped himself. He didn't know whether or not he should say anything, whether you were comfortable with others knowing yet.

“What did you do?” Wanda said, smiling like an idiot.

“Nothing, I’m just really hungry and I need to make breakfast before I starve,” he said.

“Really?” Bucky said.

“Yeah.”

“Where’s Y/n?”

“She’s aslee-” Steve stopped himself again.

The three at the counter bursted into a fit of laughter at Steve’s slip up and he just simply rolled his eyes before finally plating the food and running upstairs. Not without flipping the three still laughing off.

He slowly opened the door finding you still asleep in bed. He smiled at your beautiful form illuminated by the golden rays of the sun peeking through the curtains. He placed the food on your table before sitting on the bed, his hands softly running up and down your side to slowly wake you.

Your eyes fluttered open and upon seeing Steve’s gorgeous face you smiled.

“Good morning, old man,” you grinned cheekily.

“When are you let that go?” he shook his head.

“Never,” you winked.

“I brought you food, pretty girl.”

“Thank you,” you sat up covering yourself. You ate the food he made for you and made grabby hands for him to cuddle you. He laughed before crawling back into bed with you. You made a face though before he got fully under the covers and he gave a puzzled look.

“What?”

“Why are you all dressed?”

“I had a couple things to do this morning and then I made you breakfast. I couldn’t walk around in my birthday suit,” he laughed.

“Hm, fine. I’ll give you a pass,” you said making him chuckle, “Can you at least take your shirt off again?”

He smiled cheekily before getting up and taking his shirt and pants off leaving him in his boxers. You cheered making him laugh even harder before he dived into bed cuddling you extra close. His strong arms wrapping safely around you and his legs entangling themselves with yours.

You kissed him one last time before grabbing your TV remote and turning on the TV to watch cartoons.

“You know sometimes you really are a kid,” Steve snickered.

“Yeah grandpa? What about this,” you fluffed his beard that specks of grey hairs.

“Do I need to show my old man moves again?” he smirked.

“Yeah, I think you oughta,” you winked before Steve threw the covers kissing your stomach all the way to your core. You gotta admit, the old man’s got some moves.

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datleggy · 4 years ago

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Buddie prompt: aggressively pro-buddie Helena and Ramon Diaz, who are ecstatic when Eddie tells them he's dating, and then utterly befuddled when he introduces Ana. But they decide to bite their tongues about it (Buck, their future son in law, has talked to them about respecting Eddie's decisions, however dumb, after all), until Ana (unwittingly? Innocently? No matter) makes a comment about Buck, and then all bets are off.

Hope this inspires you!

Helena is so relieved that Eddie finally feels comfortable enough to come out to them, that she could cry. She feels awful that it took her so long to realize it.

It had been on Eddie’s last visit to Texas, when he and his crew had been fighting wildfires, that Ramon--her dense as can be when it comes to matters of the heart husband of all people--had noticed that their son was in love.

Helena still remembers saying goodbye to her son and his two teammates, remembers Ramon closing the door, waiting exactly all of five seconds before turning to her and saying, “I’m happy for him. He’s so stubborn, I didn’t know if he’d ever let himself get that close to someone again.”

And Helena had been confused at first, and then even chuckled when Ramon had explained calmly that clearly their son was dating his coworker Buck, until she’d stopped to really give it a moment’s thought. It had hit her all at once, how obvious those two were, and she couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since they’d started dating and why Eddie hadn’t said anything yet.

She’s seen the photos on Instagram, Helena thinks, as their plane lands. Buck smiling next to her grandbaby after helping her son build him a skateboard he could safely ride in the park. Buck standing shoulder to shoulder with Eddie behind Tia and Christopher in that Christmas photo at the station. The selfie Eddie posted of him and Buck with the giant cast still on his leg the day of the ceremony for when he was no longer a probationary firefighter with the 118.

Really, she should’ve figured it out months ago.

When Eddie had called and told her he’d started dating again and that the next time they came to visit he’d make an introduction Helena had been thrilled!

Ramon drives them from the airport to their son’s place in their rental and Helena rambles on about how she hopes Buck isn’t too nervous to see them again, now that the cat’s out of the bag.

When they arrive Eddie greets them at the door with a big hug and ushers his parents inside and Helena is so ready to step into the living room and welcome Buck into the family with open arms, to show her son that there was nothing to be afraid of, that they love him and nothing in the world would change that--

Only to be met with....not Buck?

“Oh,” Helena stops dead in her tracks and Ramon stands beside her looking about as confused as she feels. “Hello.” she smiles politely enough.

The woman sitting next to Christopher on the couch stands up and she’s absolutely stunning, her curls bouncing on her shoulders when she stands up to exchange hello’s. “It’s so nice to meet you both. My name is Ana.”

The rest of the afternoon goes by just fine, but Eddie can tell something is amiss the entire time, though he does a good job of hiding it from Ana, who’s her usual charming self through out lunch.

She has to take a work call at some point and excuses herself to another room and that’s when Eddie turns to his parents and half-whispers. “Ok, I know those looks. What’s wrong?”

Helena shakes her head, feigning ignorance. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes. “Seriously, what is it? Ana is perfect. She’s incredibly smart, she’s funny, she’s got a great job, good head on her shoulders, and Christopher loves her--so again, I ask, what’s wrong?”

Ramon follows his wife’s lead. “Mijo, really, it’s nothing. She’s great. We’re happy for you. I think we’re just a little tired from the flight, that’s all.”

Eddie narrows his eyes slightly but decides there isn’t much sleuthing that can be done at the moment, so all he can do is take them at their word for now. “Fine, if you say so.”

They’re in the middle of watching Nemo when Buck's name comes up.

"When the tsunami happened Buck and I sang 'just keep swimming' like Dory." Christopher grins up at his dad and Eddie ruffles the curls on his head playfully. It helps Christopher to be able to openly talk about what he went through that day, the good and the bad.

"You never told me Buck was there that day." Ana comments off handedly.

Eddie nods, "Huh, I thought I mentioned it? Buck took him to the pier that morning."

"It was scary but Buck saved me." Christopher tells his grandma, who reaches across the couch to squeeze his arm. Helena had been horrified to hear what had happened at the time; it still gives her anxiety just thinking about it.

"That's right." She says softly.

"I thought some woman you didn't know carried him to one of the tents, and that's how you two were reunited, no?" Ana asks.

"Yeah, but before that, during the initial impact Buck was with Christopher, he managed to get him up to this firetruck in the middle of everything. It was after he dove back into the water to save someone that a second wave came and swept Christopher right off and they got separated from there." Eddie recalls solemnly.

There had been blood running down the dirty wet bandage on his arm, he'd been soaked to the bone, exhausted and barely standing upright. It wasn't until Christopher had been found that Buck had allowed himself to collapse.

"Oh..." Ana frowns.

Ramon puts a hand over his heart and sighs. "It's a miracle, really."

Ana doesn't mean to say it outloud, but the words comes tumbling out of her mouth without warning. "And you're still friends with him?"

Eddie blinks. "What?"

"I'm sorry, really, it's just--I don't understand." Ana rubs her shoulder self consciously, fully aware of the fact that everyone is looking at her. "Look, Edmundo, you nearly bit my head off when Christopher got a skinned knee under my watch but you're still best friends with the man who lost your son for God only knows how long? It doesn't make any sense to me."

Ana knows how overprotective Eddie is of his son, and in fact, that's one of the reasons she likes him so much; she admires that about him and this? It doesn't track with the man she knows.

Helena wants to open her mouth and she say something in defense of Buck--he's a good man, after all. But she knows better than to get between a couple in an argument, especially given how bias she is towards her future son in law...

Instead, she clears her throat and looks at Christopher, "Honey, how about you help me and Grandpa unpack? I bought a lot of fun things from Texas for you."

Christopher doesn't want to go. His Dad looks upset. Ana looks upset. He wants to stay and help. If Ana met Buck she would understand, Christopher's sure of it. But his grandparents are already leading him down the hall and to the guest room.

Christopher hangs out with his grandparents for a few minutes before fibbing and telling them he needs to use the bathroom. They both offer to help him but he insists that he can do it himself, promising to call out if he needs them.

He sneaks the home phone into the bathroom with him and dials a number he knows by heart at this point. He waits a couple of rings before the call connects.

"Hey, what's up?" Buck's voice comes through the other end. He sounds distracted.

"Bucky? Can you come get me?" He whispers into the phone.

He hears a small commotion and then a stifled 'ow!' and then: "Chris? Are you ok? You're home, right? What's wrong? Where's Eddie?"

"I'm home. I'm ok. But--" there's a knock on the door and it startles Christopher into accidentally hanging up the phone before he can explain the situation in it's entirety.

"It was a tsunami." Eddie sighs, "It wouldn't be fair to hold something like that over his head. And look, you weren't there. You didn't see the look on his face, you don't know how many hours he spent crying out Christopher's name at the top of his lungs, injured and looking nonstop through the rubble for him--"

"Yeah, which he wouldn't have had to do if he hadn't lost him in the first place. It sounds like he was too busy playing hero for strangers to watch your son." Ana folds her arms across her chest. "I don't want to fight. Especially not with your parents here. Honestly, I'm just confused? We don't have to talk about this right now. I can go. I just want to apologize to your parents and Christopher first, before I leave, for," she sighs, embarrassed, "well, for causing a scene. This is not the way I'd pictured meeting your parents."

"You know, if you just met Buck I really think you would--"

A cacophony of knocks at the door make the both of them jump. Ana looks at Eddie. "Were you expecting anyone else?"

"Christopher!? Christopher I'm here, open up!"

Eddie gapes. "...Buck?"

"Did you...call him over?" Ana didn't even see him reach for his phone.

"What? No, of course not." Eddie starts towards the door--the knocking has gotten so boisterous he's pretty sure Buck's about to break down his door--but Ana beats him to it.

At this point Eddie's parents and Christopher are in the hallway wondering what all that racket is.

Ana lets the door swing open, and if she's being entirely honest she's not sure what she's planning on saying to the man who's essentially at the center of her first real argument with her boyfriend, but whatever it was, it goes up in smoke when she takes in the sight of him.

Buck is taller than she'd pictured but that's not what's got her speechless.

He's standing at the doorway, chest heaving, clearly having rushed out of his house, where he was very obviously in the middle of shaving, if the shaving cream still smeared on a third of his face is any indication. He's in sweatpants and a white undershirt that's got little drops of blood on the front from where he must have cut himself while shaving. There's a bright red cut running down the underside of his chin.

"Um." Ana can't do much except stare, wide eyed.

Buck blinks at her, "Uh...Ana?" He suddenly realizes all the people in the house behind her are looking at him in a kind of stupor.

She nods slowly. "Buck?"

Buck nods sheepishly, "Uh... So, I am clearly interrupting something here."

"You came!" Christopher moves past all of the adults in the corridor and throws himself at Buck's legs.

Buck lifts the kid up easily enough, crutches and all, "Yeah, about that," he gently pinches his cheek, eliciting a giggle out of Christopher, "What was that phone call all about? You nearly gave me a heart attack, bud."

Eddie groans. "Christopher, did you call Buck to come all the way over here in the middle of the day?" He walks over and uses the cuff of his shirt sleeve to wipe away the rest of the shaving cream on the side of Buck's face. The look on his face is fond as he does so. "What did this little menace say to get you over here in such a rush?"

Christopher pouts. "I just told him to come get me. I thought if Miss Ana met my Bucky she'd know how come you're still best friends." He grips at Buck's t shirt tightly. "You can't stop being friends, Dad. I love Buck. He's my friend too."

Buck frowns. "Umm..."

Eddie gives him an apologetic look. "Sorry, it's not--it's complicated. I promise to explain everything later. Right now isn't really a great time--"

Ana interrupts hesitantly. "Actually, now is probably good. I need to get home soon, it's getting pretty late, so I should get going." She turns to Helena and Ramon. "It was very nice to meet you both." She scoohches past Buck and Christopher and practically sprints to where she parked her car, aware of the fact that Eddie is calling out her name and only half a step behind her.

It's not until they're several blocks down the street that she swivels around and he nearly topples into her in his haste. "Ana, please, I don't want you to leave like this. I really didn't call him over." He reaches into his back pocket and shows her his phone. "See?"

Ana takes the phone and presses her lips together thinly. "He called you like twenty times on his way over."

Eddie frowns. His phone must have been on silent. It's no wonder Buck rushed over like he did. "He was just worried about Christopher--"

Ana sighs resignedly. "No, I know. It's obvious, how much your best friend cares about your son. I can see why he's still in your life. And I think I can also see why that means you don't really have any room for me in it..."

Eddie shakes his head. "What? Why would you say that?"

Ana looks him in the eye, intent as can be on reading him. Eddie had smiled so warmly, creating such an unintentionally intimate moment when all he'd done was swipe at the other mans face with his sleeve...

"You don't even know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"I think this is something you and Buck need to sort out yourselves. Goodbye Edmundo."

Eddie closes the door behind him as he steps inside, a little heartbroken and a lot confused.

There's noise coming from the kitchen and so Eddie follows it to the source. Ramon is telling Buck about how to sear the perfect steak by the stove while Helena and Christopher set the table.

"Is everything alright?" Helena asks, when she notices him by the entryway.

Eddie nods, lying when he says. "Yeah, all good Mom."

She gives him a knowing look but keeps her mouth shut. "Honey, take Buck here to your room, let him borrow one of your shirts. And maybe a razor?"

Buck chuckles shyly. "It's fine, really. I should probably get going too--"

Ramon shushes him. "Nonsense. Go, go, get changed and get your butt back into this kitchen. Scoot."

Eddie takes Buck by the shoulders and drags him to his room, where he finds a worn gray Henley for him. "Here."

Buck thanks him before stripping out of his white undershirt and throwing on the clean shirt.

Eddie plops himself down on his bed with a sigh. "Hey, I'm sorry about all this mess. And on your one day off, too."

Buck sits down beside him, bumping their shoulders together. "I don't really know what's going on but, are you doing ok?"

"I don't know," Eddie makes a face. "I think I got broken up with today."

Buck cringes. "Shit, I'm sorry, what happened?"

That's a good question. Eddie ponders that a moment. Ana had said it herself: she understood perfectly why Eddie didn't blame Buck for what happened during the tsunami and she had seen first hand how much Buck cares for Christopher for herself today.

So, why?

"She said that there wasn't any room for her in my life?" Eddie scratches the back of his head. "Maybe I'm just not cut out for this dating stuff anymore."

"Aw, c'mon man," Buck pats him on the back. "You fall off the bike you gotta get right back on." He turns his body all the way around so that he's facing Eddie fully. "Dude, you're a catch. You're a handsome, badass firefighter, you've got the best kid, and hey--you got me." Buck grins toothily.

Eddie rolls his eyes, though he can't help but smile. "So what I'm hearing here is that I'm stuck with you?"

"Oh yeah, for sure." Buck laughs.

Eddie leans back on his arms and looks up at his best friend, pensive. "Promise?"

Buck extends his pinky and wiggles it in front of Eddie, who smiles as he wraps his pinky around Buck's. "Promise."

#long post is long #I'm gonna fix it and put a read more when my laptop stops fucking up 😩😩😩 sorry #911 fox #buddie

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stopbeingrude · 3 years ago

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Hi guys. Happy Gruvia/ Greige day. I wish all of you wonderful time.

That's gonna be the first one shot , i have ever published here, feedback is welcome. I hope It's not that bad and you'll somehow like it lmao.

,,I think I would rather have a plushie as a Christmas gift…., but I guess I shouldn't be too picky."

-Dad? - called 6-year-old Greige, on one December afternoon, when both him and his father were decorating a christmas-tree in the living room . December 24th was slowly approaching. It was Greige's favorite time of the year , because he was able to spend Christmas with all of his family, including all of his uncles , aunts and friends. Not forgetting about grandpa Makarov . Even Uncle Gildards would show up, bringing something for the kids. -I was wondering what would happen if Santa's reindeer suddenly wanted to pee while flying?- asked seriously little boy. No one wanted to tell him that. When he asked big bro Romeo , he just started laughing and then he called him silly. "How could he do that?" -thought heartbroken Greige after. -Heh , where did that come from? ... you know ... they'd have to stop somewhere by, right? Daddy doesn't know much about it- said Gray, trying to keep himself from laughing. He couldn't laugh, he knew it would offend his little angel. Their son hated when someone made fun of him . After all, he was already a big boy, and everyone knows that such must be taken seriously. - So maybe Mommy knows? I will go and ask her,- said the little boy, putting down Christmas decorations . Speaking of mom, he had recently noticed his mother's strange behavior. She had been getting tired very easily lately, she often took naps. He also noticed that she spent an enormous amount of time sewing ,mostly clothing. Well.. he was aware of his mom's hobby, but usually it was limited to sewing plushies, sometimes socks or fixing their clothes. - You know, I don't think mommy knows more than me - said Gray after hanging the last Christmas-ball. - Besides, you know that mommy is sleeping now, right? She hasn't been feeling well lately, so she mustn't be disturbed. Something was off, even Daddy acts differently- thought little Fullbuster Now, that got the boy worried. - Is something wrong with Mommy? - asked slowly Greige He loved Mommy and Daddy most in the world and the very thought of them suffering hurt him deeply. "No, I won't start crying…Boys my age don't do that..." He had often been told that he should stop being such a crybaby (mostly by Yajeh or Nasha . Shutora would never. She was always trying her best to cheer him up,while reminding her twin and little Dragneel that if they won't stop with this stupid teasing, she would make sure both of them would regret it later). Unfortunately Greige could not help it. Whenever someone was hurt or something went wrong, he would usually cry. Turns out he inherited his mom's sensitivity... "Mommy…..something was definitely wrong with her.." The thought of something happening to his dear Mom filled him with great terror once again. He started shaking What if she's ill, or even worse..she's gonna….. "No , no , that's not possible..." - he shook his little head full of dark , curly hair. - I'm overreacting, just like Yajeh told me - No, no.. don't worry, Greige, Mommy's fine, it's nothing serious,"-Gray said quickly, trying his best to calm his son down, giving him a hug and then kissing him on forehead He knew exactly what was going on with his beloved, in fact, when an excited Juvia came back home one evening and informed him of the pregnancy, he was overjoyed. Soon he will be holding his son or daughter in his arms. Then it hit him. The baby might turn out to be a girl, and Gray had no idea how to take care of girls...Dear God….Ok ,ok.. he still has plenty of time to learn. He can always ask Gajeel about it..yes Gajeel or Alzack...even Elfman ( he would never ask Natsu, even if he's life depended on it, that would be too humiliating for him). Wait...it wasn't his top priority right now. After all, he needs to inform his son about the news first. Neither of them was quite sure how to do it. They remembered very well the situation from a few months ago when the Redfox twins got into an argument. Horrified, Greige stated that being an only child is not that bad, since having siblings meant constant war. Although being honest , Greige never

directly told them that he hates the idea of having a sibling . Considering how much time he spent with Nasha and Elfman and Ever's daughter Ember, or year-old Reiki Fernandes, it would seem that he's perfect for the big brother role. Besides, they can't hide it forever, sooner or later he would notice Juvia's belly. However, the biggest concern for Fullbuster was the fact that such news could lead to a longer conversation, which again could lead to uncomfortable questions that Gray was not ready to answer. He is not going to tell his son about the birds and the bees. No, no, hell no… None of them are ready for this! "Come on Gray, what's wrong with you, you just have to tell him. You've been in worse situations….after all, you've fought with all sorts of criminals, weirdos and monsters ,compared to what you've been through, it's nothing''- thought the ice mage But how to start such a conversation? How about …. -Hey Greige, have you written a letter to Santa yet? "Yes, just ask him what he wants for Christmas and make a few innocent suggestions." -Oh no i didn't, thank you for reminding me Dad. - And tell Daddy, what would you like to ask Santa for? The boy was silent for a moment, most likely to think about the answer, but after a while he called out in a loud voice. -I'D LIKE TO ASK HIM FOR PEACE IN THE WORLD AND FOR EVERY POOR PERSON TO GET A BETTER LIFE AND FOR EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY!..... It would also be nice to get a new plushie……but it's not as important. Do you think Santa can do that?-he asked hopefully Gray stood there for a moment, stunned. His baby was truly an angel...wishing happiness upon the entire world, it nearly made him tear up…. but no... he needed to explain to his son that he should wish for something more....... attainable. -Ooh... really..that's....very nice of you, but...I think that such a wish...yym...takes a bit of time and Santa w-won't be able to do it…., why don't you ask him for….. for example a toy like a teddy bear, figurines....or new books or something else...I don't know.......sibling?... Greige looked at him, like he had just proposed to him to take a walk on the rooftop. Where did that come from? What is dad talking about? S-sibling...?? -Sibling? You mean like a little brother or sister? A baby?- asked the little boy loudly. -Yes, that's exactly what I meant, but well you'll need to wait for a while, because it takes time for a baby to….be ready.- mumbled out Gray - So that's not really a Christmas present- stated boy still visibly shocked -...Well y-yes , but... -But didn't you say mommy has been feeling unwell lately?...If we had a baby, wouldn't it be tiring for her?....Besides, do you think we need a new baby? - asked seriously Greige Why would they need a baby? They were living happily in this house , just three of them. It's not like he dislikes babies , they're cute and all…..but it's just simply weird.. -Well... I wouldn't say it's necessary , but it would be nice to have one at home.. don't you think?....- asked his dad Maybe? -And don't worry about mommy, I am sure that she will be so happy with the new baby , it will make her feel better.- stated Gray , this time with a smile -Hello my darlings- Juvia's voice said suddenly They both turned their heads toward the bedroom's door, finding Juvia's tired but smiling face there. Greige quickly got up and ran toward his mother. -Mommy, are you feeling better? Do you need anything?- said the little boy, hugging her legs. Juvia kissed her son's cheek. -Hi sweetheart, Mommy is fine- she answered while taking a seat next to her precious Gray, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. -Did I hear you talking about babies?- Juvia asked, pretending to be surprised, while giving Gray a tiny smirk. - Daddy said it would be nice to have a baby and that it would make you feel better... - he began. - I don't think a baby is necessary, because it would be a little strange that there will be more of us in the house, but if you really wish for one ,then that's fine with me. -Really? Mommy's glad to hear that.-

replied a happy Juvia , giving her husband a big smile. Gray gave her the same smile, but just when he thought everything had been taken care of, there came the soft voice of his baby boy. - Mommy....Daddy...but you won't love the baby more than me, will you? - asked Greige, with his head lowered and tears in his dark eyes. Both Gray and Juvia stood there very surprised, neither of them had even thought of such a scenario. -Greige, what makes you think that?- asked older Fullbuster. -Sunshine, no...- Juvia hugged her son quickly- You mustn't think like that, we would never stop loving you. Remember darling, parents love all their children equally. - You know, its true that we'll have to spend a lot of time taking care of your brother or sister, but you have to remember that they won't be able to do anything on their own. You were like that when you were born too.- said Gray - I'm sorry. I won't do that again- said Greige seriously. -Do you think I offended the baby? I don't want the baby to think I don't want him or her,- said the terrified boy .What if the baby will always remember this and he will never be forgiven. - Don't worry, honey, I'm sure she won't mind,- said the water mage, stroking her belly. -She?-Gray thought. Turns out his wife wasn't telling him everything... -Wait a minute! -said suddenly Greige after a moment of silence -The baby will be in the tummy, just like Reiki was in Auntie Erza's , right? - Well baby is already there, but your right - answered Gray -Daddy? - Yes buddy ? - How did it get there? Shit. -Yyyy… Horrified, Gray turned his gaze to his wife, silently pleading for help. -You know what, angel? It's almost 8pm, I think it's time for you to take a bath, okay?- proposed Juvia, saving her husband from very uncomfortable talk. - Ok Mommy. Will you read me a bedtime story after we finish? - Of course They were already moving towards the bathroom when Juvia quickly turned towards her husband, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered : -You're welcome. Has Gray already mentioned how much he loved his wife?

Bonus!:

( ok I swear it was funnier in my head...Once again Happy Gruvia day !!!)

#gruvia #greige fullbuster #one shot #gruvia day #Mila's art #attempt at humor #greige day #gruvia family-day

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m00nj3w3l · 25 days ago

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Felt like coming back to this ask cus I felt like giving an actual answer (also thanks I appreciate you being genuinely curious about it even if you aren't super into Clear as I am). The megapost will, most likely, not even exist atp because I feel like I wouldn't say anything new in regards to his character that hasn't been touched on already by other fans in 13 years of the game being around and I'm busy irl, so I feel like I should dive more into why I myself latched onto Clear so hard.

Granted this will be a VERY long and personal (as in I do deep dive into my mental health) word salad that was way more eloquent in my head but you know how it is. Many beautiful thoughts and the second you voice them you're just saying things lmao. I'll keep it under the cut to not make a wall of text and you'll be free to read it whenever you want really.

To me, Clear's arc is all about acceptance: coming to terms with your past and what you are, and obviously this spoke to me as an autistic girl with not the brightest of pasts.

I spent a long, long time being uncomfortable with myself: I'd spend entire days crying about how much I hated myself and how I wished I could become someone else entirely. Even if my conscience was the same, the thought of having a new body that didn't look like me at least seemed comforting in the sense of "I could start again". That, or planning to kill myself. I have been suicidal ever since I can remember, but the start of 2024 was particularly bad. I was telling myself that if things didn't get better I would have committed by the end of the year.

Then in May 2024 I got into DMMD and, believe it or not, it fucking helped me cope.

I actually didn't like Clear at first!!! I was dead set on Koujaku as well (still love him my pathetic wet cat of a man) and my first thought of Clear was "God he's so annoying what the hell." And then. And then I played this route and idk, something about how he's constantly reminiscing of the times with his Grandpa, how scared he is of being vulnerable even with the person he chose to follow by not showing his face if not after like, ~2 hours into his route, how; like the post I reblogged some days ago says; he's treated like a trophy child by Toue who both violently rejects him AND obsesses over him by making insane amount of copies of him both in physical aspects and in concept (the mind control is basically an all encompassing subplot of DMMD as a whole), and how despite being mistreated time and time again by life itself he fucking chooses to be happy. Idk, it got to me, y'know? (Plus, which is kinda minor admist all these aspects to me, but felt like mentioning: having an heavily autistic coded character in an eroge who downright expresses his desire for sex is really nice, given how often we as autistic people are deemed as sexless beings and that often reflects in fiction too)

There's this one detail that I actually planned to point out sooner or later, but have you noticed that his way of speaking in RE:connect is way different than in the main game? I mean, he's still extremely formal and uses honorifics on Aoba even if the nature of their relationship could allow him to drop that, but he's not as high pitched and shrill as he is as we first meet him. Even as he gets excited ("Ren-san, such a long time no see!!" "Did you like the mirror???") he screams a lot less. Hell if anything his voice even gets a bit deeper!! That is also when the mask has been long dropped and at this point we, and him, know what he's like. He doesn't have to prove anything to anyone anymore, he doesn't need to scream and be loud to be listened to, he's comfortable with himself to the point of even poking fun at Aoba and showing him a part of his past that no one would've seen otherwise.

The fact that he refuses to be put in an Alpha body when he malfunctions again in his Drama CD; as tragic as it is that him and Aoba have a time limit on their time as a couple; to me is also a sign of this: it's ok if my body isn't perfect, if I myself am not at my core, I don't have to be. I'm done trying to be. I'll just be myself and whatever comes my way will be dealt with.

Idk how to properly word why all of this spoke to me, but it did: maybe also cause I am extremely loud irl, am very bad at masking, and as I mentioned some other time, a lot of Clear's character reminds me of myself when I was younger (which, sometimes, is kinda painful, but that's how deeply he speaks to me). Idk, there's a lot of things, y'know.

To add onto this I'm gonna add a fun fact:

My real name obviously isn't Moon (although I do sometimes tell people irl I use that, but it's kinda more like an artist name I chose for myself). Actually, my real name means the same thing as Clear's: if you'd translate it, he'd have the masculine version of my name; and that one scene in RE:connect where Aoba is like "your heart is like glass, you're always earnest and giving it your all, which is why I think he named you Clear" reminded me a lot of something my mom told me when I was a kid: that people would come up to her to praise her for the choice because I was a very honest and open child, which is why my name suits me. And God if that didn't make me cry, lol. I spent a long time hating it because of the negative connotations I felt like I had with it, but finding a character that I love that is so similar to me and has the same name as me really helps, y'know?

It's. Definitely veeery silly to be this viscerally attached to a character from Cursed Gay Sex Game, and maybe in a couple years I'll find another one who speaks to me just as much, but yeah. This is how I feel rn, so I guess there's little I can do about it, lol.

psst you should ramble about Clear and how cool and interesting you think he is in great detail

I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not since talking about him in great detail is my whole shtick and it makes me extremely predictable but LOOK MAN I HAD FUCKING NOTES WRITTEN DOWN TO LOOK AT WHEN I PLANNED TO MAKE THAT FUCKASS BIG POST I TALKED ABOUT BUT Iiiii am not so sure anymore :( I love making analysis posts and stuff but uaaaah I feel like I'd spam the tag and annoy everyone thumbs up emoji

#GOD THIS IS SO LONG. CAM I'M SO SORRY YOU OPENED PANDORA'S VASE AND THIS IS THE RESULT #anyway. yeah.#i hope this answers your curiosity a bit?#i actually also have a take about him paralleling Koujaku in the way he sometimes treats Aoba but it didn't really relate to anything else-#-inwas saying here so that is for another time. yeah.#well!

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gatorinc · 4 years ago

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So I lost my virginity to my Priest. So my Priest, is a Straight, White Trash, Conservative Republican, overly religious, gun toting, homophobic, racist (90% of my Church was like this), who is married with five kids. He was 76 y/o, his oldest was 44 and his youngest was 19. He was a big hunter too. He never preached the whole men can,t lay down with men because it was Texas and kind of obvious that it’s just something that you don’t do. So it was October 6, 2013 and Church was over and I was confused once again by his sermon cause he was always preaching about women being whores and selling their bodies and doing taboo things and things with their tongues. I’m thinking to myself that some of that sounds like fun and was appealing to me. What would happen to me if I did those things, would I go to hell? I needed to know if I was sinning so I 13 y/o came out to him in confessional. I told him about my confusion and he said that we should have a 1 on 1 talk in private. Now he wasn’t the type of guy to publicly shame anyone of let everyone know your private struggles, so he like to keep this simple and only involved others if he needed to. So I met him Monday in his office where he asked me a lot of questions, trying to find out if I was really gay or was just having thoughts. I told him everything, how I was into boys since I was three, and told him about what sexual things I did with my Grandpa while he was asleep. He took it all in and started to counsel me and we tried to pray the gay away, but after few days of us doing this(Monday- Thursday), I told him I felt like I don’t think I could change and basically asked him if sex was really so bad to do outside of procreation. I said that the things that the women were doing in the Bible sounded good to me and I wanted to do that. He told me that I’m too young to even really know what sex is and he gave me the birds and the bees talk. After that, he could see I was confused even more so he just said that it’s not a bad thing but it’s probably best if you’re with someone special and married, then it would be ok if you do it all the time. So I brought up the fact that gay people can’t have babies or get married, so am I never supposed to have sex. We when back-and-forth and first he was basically like yes you’re not supposed to have sex but later said that he guess it really doesn’t apply to me. We prayed some more and he was really upset that I wasn’t understanding his point of view. He said this was something that needed more time and discustion that we really didn’t have, so he said that he would come by my house on Sunday and we can talk more. I really didn’t want to as I was sure that nothing he could say would make me stop being gay or from doing ho shit, but I agreed. Sunday October 13, 2013 our Church was doing stuff in the community so there was no Church that day. He arranged for my Grandpa to be out doing something with the Church. He came by a little before 12 so maybe 11:55 and brought lunch. Chick-fil-A that he bought the night before, really trying to push that gay hate. We ate and talked and prayed some more, things really going nowhere for half an hour. Somehow I was like you should just show me, cause the best way I learn is by doing not by people telling me things (which is why I was having a hard time in school) before I knew it, we were in the bedroom slowly getting undressed had he was touching me and kissing me with tongue. Even though I kissed my Grandpa, he was asleep at the time. This was a proper first kiss and make out. He told me how to touch him to make him feel good and was telling me what he was doing as well. He gave me step-by-step instructions and explaining things as we went along. We did it all; masturbation and hand jobs, fingering, blow jobs, 69, rimming, face sitting, missionary, doggy, cowgirl, standing, sideways …….. he had a list of positions and we were doing them all. Even piss play. I started to get the feeling that he wanted to do these things with his wife but he was a Priest so that’s a big no no. I wonder how long has it been

since he had sex? If you’re only supposed to have it to procreate then it was over 19 years for him. He taught me everything there is to know about sex. And because we were Catholic and he was a Priest, condoms were out of the question. It was pure bareback raw lust for 4 ½ hours. I was overflowing with his holy seed. We finished a little after 5, while he took a shower I washed the sheets. After he got out, we talked and prayed some more. He told me GOD loves me and I felt ok. My Grandpa came home around 6 not too long after he left. I can honestly say that my Preist had NO intentions of having sex with me at all. His whole reason for coming over was to continue to try and convert me into being straight, but I talked him into it.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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A WISE ADVICE

Prompt: When Finn flirts with Sasha Banks on Monday Night Raw,his return home to his girlfriend Y/N ends up with him meeting a side to her he didn’t knew existed,a broken bed and a nosy demon king!

Word count: I write most of my stuff in my phone so I don’t know,but long-ish

Pairing: Finn x Reader x Bálor

Warnings:+18 smut,cursing,wax play,bondage(limbs restriction),slight female degradation,jealousy and some broken furniture!Hahahaha

Notes: Ok,so this is my first Finn Bálor fanfic(be nice please?And give me some feedback if you’d like)as I always say,english isn’t my first language,so sorry for misspellings,you can always find my latest story as a fixed post on my page and you can find all of my stories typing “masochist writes” on the search bar on my page and last but certainly not least the only excuse I have for writing this is that I love the man and I love kinky shit,so enjoy 😏

My grandfather was a wise man.I loved the funny stories he used to tell me and my brother when we were younger.Stories about his old loverboy days,and how he would always get in trouble for flirting with the girls of his neighborhood! And one thing my grandpa always used to say to my brother was: “Son,the thing you must fear the most in your life it’s the fury of a woman!Don’t fear the thief,don’t fear death,but do fear the fury of a raging woman!Even more if you were the one who incited such rage!”And he laughed while he finished his cigar.

I never understood why he said that to my brother..until now!

I was sitting on my bed,just trying to process what my eyes had witnessed.My mind was racing,my blood boiling and I knew that if looks could kill he would be dead already (even through the damn TV).

I had not just seen MY boyfriend,just SHAMELESSLY flirt with Sasha Banks! And don’t even try to say “oh please,don’t be so dramatic! It’s scripted you know?!” ‘Cuz I ain’t buying that shit! We’ve been together for 4 years now and trust me honey,if anyone knows THAT look that someone is me.You know why?Because he gives me the SAME ONE FOR PRECISELY 4 YEARS NOW!

The fucker had the audacity! I’m so furious I could just strangle him to death with my bare hands,and yes,through the damn TV. But if he thinks I’m gonna let this slip through he has another thing coming...And when he receive his punishment for being such a naughty little boy,he’s gonna wish somebody would have warned him about the deadly fury of a woman.

As soon as I finished hiding my last item,I heard the front door open *let the games begin* I devilishly thought to myself.

“Y/N? Love are ya upstairs?” That voice,the voice of the traitor,just served to make me even more angry!But if I wanted this to work out as I planned I had to play it cool.So I just pushed the anger down my throat and put it a beautiful sheepishly smile upon my lips and answered “Yes love,I’m in the bedroom.” *this is going to be fun* I thought to myself.

A few seconds later I heard the bedroom door open “Oh there ya are! I thought ya were going to be downstairs,waiting for me like ya always do” He said. I slowly turned to face him and said as innocently as I could “Yeah I was but, I thought you would have another thing in mind so I figured it would be better if I just waited here for you instead.” As I proceeded to bat my lashes and strip my clothes off in front of him.

“Oh love”He licked his lips slowly “Ya have no idea what you’ve had just started!”

“Oh Sir,I think I do..the real question is” I closed the distance between us and slowly pushed him down onto the bed “Are YOU ready for what YOU had started?” As soon as his body collided with the mattress I quickly handcuffed both of his wrists to the headboard.

“What the fuck? Y/N,what is this?”

I silently went to the foot of the bed and begin to take off his Vans and socks.

“Babe,what are ya doing?Y/N? Talk to me damn it!”

I just looked at him chuckling while I grabbed a rope so I could tie his ankles to the bed as well.

“Love,you’re starting to scare me here...please talk to me,what’s going on?” He pleaded

I kneeled between his legs to undo his belt while I whistle a little tune.

“For fuck sake Y/N! Ya look like a fucking psycho right now,just say something please!” He begged and I stopped right when I was about to push his pants down.

“Do you think that I look like a psycho?Funny tho,how earlier you didn’t thought that...actually,you thought that you could take me for granted right?You thought that I would wait for you at the door like a good girl should,you thought that you could flirt with your female co-worker on national TV and I would just wait for you here...” I grabbed a handful of his semi-hard bulge and squeezed just enough so he could feel the slight pain. “Like a little well trained pet.” I proceeded to squeeze harder until he gasped.

“Y/N” my name was a faint whisper leaving his lips. “Please baby,you’re hurting me.”

“I’m hurting you?” I huffed as I slowly let the deadly grip on his bulge fade “What about you hurting me huh?What about my feelings Finn?What about the fact that you made me embarrassed on national TV! How can I get out on the street now with people knowing that we date and still you were deliberately flirting with another woman?” I slightly pinched his bulge just to make my point clear.

“Ouch,fuck! I’m sorry babe! I really didn’t meant it! I just got carried away with the plot that’s it! You know I love you dearly,and the only woman who gets me heads over heels for it’s you. I even bought you some roses and chocolates as a white flag sign,since I realized I fucked up..” I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and saw nothing more than love and regret. “Where are they?”

“They?”

“Yeah,the roses and the chocolates?”

“They’re on the dinner table”

I got up from the bed and made my way towards the bedroom door. “I’ll be right back.”

I went down the stairs,entered the dining room and I saw the most beautiful bouquet of red roses I’ve ever seen,and the little heart shaped chocolates,my favorite ones! I ran to the kitchen to get a vase with water to put the roses in it.When I placed the beautiful bouquet inside of it I saw the little card attached on the outside,beautifully hand written “My lovely lass,I know I got a little carried away with my character tonight,but I tell you with all my heart it meant nothing! You’re the only woman I’ll EVER need in my life!You’re my EVERYTHING! Love ya... yours always and forever.Finn”

“Argh Y/N what did you do?! Well I can still make this pleasurable for him,somehow..” I whispered to myself and ran back upstairs.

“Oh thank God! I thought ya were gonna leave me tied up here the whole night!” He giggled “Did ya find it?”

“Yes I did..”

“I meant it what I said in the card ya know...”

“Yeah I know Finn..”

After a few minutes passed by and when I didn’t move to set him free,he asked

“So?”

“So what?”

A briefly confused look passed by his face when he said

“Aren’t ya gonna let me go?”

“Why would I?” I kinda chuckled

“Well,because ya kno-“ I cut him of by saying

“Don’t you think you still need a little reminder to not do that anymore?”

“What do ya mean?”

I slowly crawled on the bed to assume the position I was on minutes ago.

“Oh you know” I said as I lightly tapped his hips so I could remove his pants and boxer briefs “I think you need that little warning slap on the hand,so you don’t be a naughty boy and don’t do that shit ever again”

I smiled as I grabbed the pair of scissors from under my pillow and cut off his shirt so I could leave him in his naked glory,and at my mercy.

“Oh my,aren’t you a beautiful sight?!”

I straddle his hips and leaned down to kiss him,as soon as our tongues met I traveled my hands down his neck,arms,chest and abs in an agonizing slow pace.

“Y/N baby”

“Yeah?”

“I need to touch ya,please open the cuffs so I can touch ya”

“Oh Finny,don’t make me laugh love! Naughty boys don’t get to touch anything!” I chuckled lightly

“No,please” he whined “Baby please,don’t do this to me!Just let me touch ya,I need ya...I want to touch your pussy baby,please?Let me make it up to ya?Let me make ya feel good”He pleaded

“You know what?You’re talking too much! What do you say about we keep that pretty little mouth busy huh?”

Without letting him answer I let one of my breasts hover upon his lips and he eagerly

took it on his mouth,sucking and licking my nipple to the point he had me whining.

“Oh Finn,fuck baby” His gaze was glued to my face “You’re so good,so fucking good,such a good boy” as soon as those words left my mouth he smirked at me,with my nipple still on his mouth,and I could swear I had just came with that vision alone.

He moved to the other nipple to give the same attention he gave the other one,and I just needed some sort of friction!So I took advantage of his now full on hard dick pressed against his stomach and the wetness that was leaking down my thighs and I slided down his abs just slightly so I could meet his cock and when I did,I released my nipple from his mouth and started to slide his erection through my folds.

“Oh fuck woman,you’re going to be the death of me!” He moaned closing his eyes tightly.

I took the opportunity to reach for the candle that was lit on the nightstand and spilt some of the hot wax onto his chest while I was still sliding on him.

“Oh fuck you!” He angrily said through gritted teeth

“Oh I’m about to sweetheart” and with that I lift my hips so I could angle him with my entrance and asked “Who does this cock belongs to baby?”

“You,you,it belongs to ya!Now just fucking ride me would ya??!!” He said desperately

“Ah,no no no!” I said as I dripped more hot wax,but this time on his nipples “Politely please!”

His eyes were so dark with lust and his voice so deep that I could swear that I had awoken some sort of demon within him.

“This cock is yours and yours only lass. It’s yours for you to suck,fuck,ride anytime or anyplace you’d like. It belongs inside your mouth,inside your ass,inside you pussy or wherever you want. It’s yours for you to do with it whatever you please!” With that I sheepishly smiled,and sunked my hips with his at the same time I dripped a few more drops of hot wax onto his pubic bone.

“Oh my fucking God!” He rolled his eyes to the back of his head and let out a growl that sounded almost inhuman.

I was giving myself sometime to focus,just so that I wouldn’t cum. When I heard a very deep voice come out of Finn’s lips and say

“You better start to fucking ride my cock right now princess and you better make sure you ride it hard and deep,or else I’m gonna break this fucking cuffs off and you will regret this little act of yours”

“Bálor” I whispered

He just smirked and whispered back “You’ve got three seconds to start riding me. One,two...” With his lead I started to ride him like a mad woman.

“Yes...my beautiful,sweet princess.Harder!” I moved faster

“I said harder!” I moved even faster

“Are ya fucking deaf? I told ya to ride.me.HARDER!” He gritted

“Bálor, I- I can’t,this is the fastest I can go” I said with my legs already becoming sore from the pace I was trying to keep.

“Oh my sweet princess” He started to laugh uncontrollably

“What’s so funny?”

“You are!” He said through deep laughs “You try so hard to be a brat,but you’ve got zero capacity for it! Look at ya! Look how pitiful you are! Can’t even fucking ride a cock properly! He started to laugh harder “Now I know why Finn loves ya...ya are so amusingly funny!” He concludes his sentence with a laugh,and I had know idea where the anger that took control of me came from but I started to hatefully ride his cock and drip the hot wax all over his body:his neck,chest,forearm,biceps,nipples,abs,v line,close to his belly button.

“Argh” He roared “That’s what I’m talking about! Yes,just like that,so fucking good. So insanely good.”

His eyes were glued on me and I couldn’t help but drip some of the hot wax onto my own body. And the sight made him growl.

“Yes kitten!Oh fuck,you’re gonna make me cum,you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard” his eyes grew even darker “I knew I could pull that little brat out,she just needed the right words,right love?!” He chuckled and I could feel my walls tightening and my orgasm buildup like a volcano

“Bálor, I’m gonna- I need...”

“Go on kitten,let it go” And with that I came as hard as I’ve ever had,just to feel Bálor starting to cum as well,cursing in Gaelic.

As he continued to cum, I saw his eyes slowly changing back to the beautiful ocean blue I loved, and my Finn returning to the surface with a long moan as the final spasms of his orgasm hit him.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asked,out of breath and mesmerized

“I think we just broke the bed”. I said

“What?” He chuckled

“No Finn, I’m serious!”

He stopped laughing,staring at the view of our mattress on the floor and his limbs freed from the cuffs and ropes.

“Well,that’s gotta be a good sign,don’t ya think?” He started laughing hard when the only thing I could do was bluntly stare at him.

That couldn’t be a bad sign,could it?

#finn balor #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor one shot #finn balor x reader #finn balor imagine #fergal devitt #prince devitt #masochist writes

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beebubb · 4 years ago

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sherry (my oc) and her life and relationships with the pastas

(involves self shipping and a bit of toby x clockwork, so if you don't like that kind of thing, you can always see my other stuff:))

Likes learning about magic, witchcraft, and religion. But doesn't like it when someone pushes her into being part of a religion if she doesn't want to.

DESPISES her family's catholic religion. Sense her uncles, cousins, and grandparents would shame her for anything that was "against god"

Her family hated her when she told them she didn't believe in god, but hated her even more when she came out to them.

She actually respects all religions and doesn't mind if you believe in god, she just mocks her own family. So don't take anything personally

Mocks their religion a lot and started getting amused seeing them angry

Grandpa: wearing revealing clothes is a sin!

-next day-

Sherry: *wearing booty shorts, tank top, and dancing in the house to "inappropriate" music* oh. No!! I should go change! I wouldn't want sky daddy to get mad at me! I can't believe how sinful I'm being!

Her first time in the mansion

When she first arrived to the mansion. She was really shy. She wasn't agressive like, at all.

The only people she opened up to first was jane, ben, and masky

She would keep her distance a lot but jane was pretty much who comforted her sense she had a very nice and caring vibe to her

Would watch ben play. Ben would offer her to play COD but she would prefer watching

She found masky's presence comforting sense he was the oldest and most responsable and felt safe with him

Masky interrogated her sense they always need to make sure that newcomers aren't zalgoid spies or any threat to slender and the others.

She stayed in the mansion freely for around 3-4 months. But during those few months, slender would have her do certain tasks to see strengths and weaknesses (this is also normal for newcomers)

She adapted pretty quickly to the others there

Her first time working and being an official pasta

She had been given a choice to either just kill and stalk whoever slender tells her to (aka part time proxy) or be a full time proxy, which involves much more skill like stalking, killing, cleaning and getting rid of evidence, set traps, hack, etc. She ended up choosing full time proxy sense she was a huge forensics nerd.

Masky, hoodie, and toby trained her

The most difficult part of her training was improving her cardio sense she didn't know how to properly control her breathing while running which meant she would easily get tierd.

She has better cardio now but if she gets into stressful situations or runs for way too long, she'll get tierd. Her only advantage is that she's good at hiding. So if they leave her behind or can't catch up, they don't worry sense they know she can hide

It took her around 3 months to train and then be called an official full time proxy

Her relationships with the pastas

Jeff: they're friends. They became friends because of ben. Jeff would play with ben a lot, but sherry became ben's second gaming buddy so soon they started hanging out.

Ben: she likes ben but doesn't show it sense she doesn't want to ruin their friendship. Even though ben is seen as a bit of a slacker or stupid; sherry and the others knows that ben is actually really smart; and she likes that about him. Also she likes how he would always try his best to include her in things so she wouldn't be left out.

EJ: they're ok with each other. They get along enough to be ok living with each other. They haven't really hung out or had an actual conversation to get to know each other, so they're ok with each other as long as they don't piss each other off or try something

LJ: they're ok as well. They haven't spoke much sense LJ doesn't really live or work with slenderman sense he lives at the apartments with william. The only time they really talked was when sherry introduced herself and from there nothing.

Jane: her best friend. Even though jane is a killer, she acts like a normal person. And sherry likes that. They've gone shopping together, had spa/self care days, talked, etc. Also jane was always there for her when she was new, so, she feels more attached (jane had a slight crush on her but it later went away after she knew sherry liked ben)

Nina: best friends too. She likes nina's crackhead energy. Also nina helped her be more open and fun. Nina, sherry, and jane hang out a lot.

Toby: they're co-workers that get along well. She's a proxy too so she tries her best to get along with the other proxies. They haven't really hung out much either but have small talk while working. Also sometimes she gives him love advice for clockwork.

Hoodie: friends. He later on opened up to him as well sense she saw masky trusted him so she knew she could trust him too.

Masky: they're good friends and respects him. He was the one that dedicated himself more (along with hoodie) to train her. Also he was the first one to give her an alcoholic drink when they celebrated a new proxy arrival. Also she lets him borrow money sense he's usually broke

Slenderman: respects him a lot. She is forever grateful that slender took her in and gave her a home, a job, and an actual family even if they aren't related by blood

Clockwork: they just get along. They don't really hang out much sense clockwork spends more time with toby. They've had a few small conversations but nothing more from there

Sally: absolutely adores her. She likes playing with her sense it reminds her when she was little and would play with her mom. Sherry protects her and can relate to her sense she knows what it's like to be sexually abused at a young age.

#mine #my post #creepypasta #ben drowned #masky #Hoodie #jeff the killer #Jane the killer #Creepypasta oc #ticciwork #Ticci toby #clockwork #sally williams #Slenderman #timothy wright #nina the killer #eyeless jack #laughing jack #self ship

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Chapter 4: You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone Part 2 Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Summary: Jake and Stella are both home for Christmas, and the annual New Year’s Party at the Jensen’s sees some unexpected guests in attendance…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

TLAYLI Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 4 Part 1

Jake’s eyes were focussed on the film on the large, flat screen TV that his mom had bought his dad for Christmas. Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire was playing on the movie channel, one of his guilty pleasures. He and Stel had seen all the movies on opening night to date, the pair of them huge Potter Heads. At the other end of the couch, Britney was painting her nails a bright, glittery pink colour whilst Jensen was simply doing his best to ignore her although the fumes of the nail polish were getting right up his nostrils and making it almost impossible.

The door to the lounge clicked open and the family’s black Labrador trotted in, his tail wagging and thumping on the coffee table.

“Hey Sirius…” Jake muttered, reaching over to scratch his ear.

“Who’s serious?” Britney frowned and looked at him “What?”

At that point Gracie walked into the room and plopped down next to Jake.

“Are you being serious?” Jake looked at Britney “The dog, his name is Sirius, as in Sirius Black…from Harry Potter”

He was met with a blank look.

“The film is literally on the TV…” Jake pointed.

Another blank look.

Gracie glanced at Jake and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s a cool name. Stelly picked it.” She answered Britney.

“Stelly?”

“God, what is in that nail polish?” Jake grumbled to himself as once more he turned to look at Britney “Stella, you met her.”

“Oh the loser girl!”

“Stella isn’t a loser.” Gracie spoke again in an affronted tone just as Jane entered the lounge and crossed to sit in the armchair.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that honey.” Britney smiled. Grace looked at her, then to Jake who was doing his best not to meet his niece’s gaze as she was clearly disgusted that Britney had, in her eyes, insulted her favourite ever person.

“It was really supposed to be our dog.” Jake shrugged, trying to move her conversation on.

“Your dog?”

This time it was Jane’s turn to sigh at Britney’s dim-wittedness.

“Stella and I got him from a rescue.” Jake explained, his eyes not moving from the screen “But we couldn't take him with us when we signed up so he ended up staying here.”

“Speaking of Stel.” Jane looked at Jake “We bumped into her and Evan at the mall”

Okay, so that got his attention. His head whipped round and he frowned at his sister “Evan?”

“Yes, her boyfriend dur.” Gracie rolled her eyes.

“What’s he doing here?”

Jane smiled at Jake sympathetically “Apparently he showed up this morning, wanted to surprise her.”

“He’s coming tonight.” Gracie smiled “I invited him.”

“Great…that’s great.” Jake looked at Jane who popped her right shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Awww yeah, it'll be fun!” Britney grinned.

“You literally couldn’t remember who she was like 5 seconds ago.” Jake rolled his eyes.

“I know but then you reminded me, and when we met she seemed really nice.”

“She is,” Jane agreed “and so is Evan.”

“Yup” Grace nodded “He’s handsome and so cool. He bought me hot chocolate.”

“Handsome and cool...” Jake mocked, in a stupid, airey voice “I buy you hot chocolate all the time.”

“Yes, but not with all the toppings.” Gracie looked at him, sticking her tongue out.”

“He really is gorgeous.” Jane added and Jensen made an angry noise in his throat.

Fuck Agent Shit Name…

Gracie sniggered besides him and poked him in the ribs. “You’re jealous uncle J!”

“And you're 6. Like you know what that means.”

“I do too. It means when someone has something you want and you get upset or mad.”

Okay, so she does know what it means…

Britney laughed “Oh baby, I'm sure I can make you a hot chocolate if you really want one.”

There was a pause as everyone in the room looked at her. Jensen took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose as he screwed his eyes shut.

“He doesn’t want chocolate Britney, he wants Stel” Gracie replied.

“Oh, for f- Gracie!” Jensen glared at her as she shoved his glasses back on his face.

Terrific…this day just gets better and better

“What?” Britney frowned a little.

“Ok, Grace, come on...we need to check something.” Jane said, standing up.

“No we don’t.” Gracie frowned “You said I could watch TV when we got back to Nanny and Grandpa’s!”

“Do as your mom tells you.” Jake looked at her.

“You’re not the boss of me Uncle Jake.”

“Whatever Petunia.” Jake gently shoved her in the shoulder, pushing her up off the couch “Be gone”

“Petunia? I thought her name was Grace?” Britney looked at Jake who gave another heavy sigh.

“It is. The Petunias…you know what, forget it.”

Grace looked at Britney, as if she was trying to figure something out and then turned to Jane Mom? Why is Britney so-“ “Okay, come on…” Jane hastily cut her off “We said we’d help nanny before daddy gets here so…”

Gracie’s protests fell on deaf ears as Jane shooed her out of the room, shooting Jake another sympathetic and apologetic look.

“What did she mean you want Stella?” Britney asked.

Jake groaning, of course she hadn’t missed that bit “Who knows? Kids these days.”

“I love kids, can't wait to have my own” Britney smiled and Jake choked on air.

“Good luck with that.” He continued watching the film for another few minutes until he decided he needed another drink, and to escape the nail polish smell for a moment. “ I umm I’m gonna grab a beer, you want anything?”

“No, I’m good thanks.”

He stood up and wandered into the kitchen where his mom, Dad and Jane were all in a conversation and he had a feeling he knew what about, his suspicions confirmed when he caught what they were saying.

“You know what she told me yesterday when we met?” John arched his eyebrow “That it was funny Jake and I shared the same surname!” he shook his head “I just hope that cheesecake…” he pointed at the dish that Janet was covering in foil “…has more filling than her head because damned, you point a flashlight in her right ear it’s gonna shine right outta her left.”

At that point Jake’s mom caught sight of him and she nudged his father who looked up and round at Jake who met his eyes with a glare before he yanked open the fridge. “

“Everything alright son?”

“Ask your granddaughter.” He said simply as he popped the lid off his beer and turned back to the hall, taking a deep pull.

He let out a sigh, he had really gotten himself into a mess. He was stuck with Britney whilst he was gonna have to watch Evan and Stella all night. Terrific. Just…brilliant. Clutching the bottle, he hovered in the door and glanced at Britney, taking a deep breath. Well, he might as well play the part he supposed, after all, she wasn’t a bad looking girl…not bad in the sheets either all things considered. Plus Pooch, Cougs and Clay were dropping in, all fancying a New Years out of their respective home towns of Springfield, Monterrey, with Clay coming from base, so there would be plenty of people to talk to.

He knocked back another huge gulp of beer before he fixed a smile on his face and walked into the lounge. “So, Brit…” he asked, dropping on the sofa, turning to her, his trademark cheeky grin on his face “What you wearing for the party, and is it suitably tight?” ***** Pooch, Jolene, Cougar and Clay found themselves in the living room at the Jensen residency all clutching a drink and glancing at the various photos dotted around. Most of them were of more recent times, family shots but a one in particular caught Cougar’s attention and he whistled, nodding towards it. Clay smiled as he took in the shot of Jensen and Stella in their army fatigues, both at training camp. Faces dirty, rifles slung over their shoulders, huge grins on their faces.

“Oh, no, no this…this is the jackpot, right here!” Pooch grinned as he pointed to another photo next to it depicting the two the evening of their prom, taken in Stella’s back garden. "Look at Jensen in his penguin suit!"

He gave a little yell as Jolene slapped him “Don't be mean...” she looked at the photo. “Damned look at Stella's dress!”

“What about it?” Pooch looked at her.

“Nothing, it's just really nice.” She said. Cougar nodded, tipping his hat slightly in approval.

“You know, she hasn't changed a bit.” Clay smiled, looking at the photo fondly.

“Who hasn't changed a bit?” Jensen asked as he strode into the room, beer in his hand. Britney was close behind him, clutching a wine glass.

“Arty.” Clay said, nodding to the photo.

“Who’s Arty?” Britney frowned. Jensen turned to look at her, not quite sure if she was being serious or not. But, then again, knowing that her brain was basically a bag of cats, she probably was.

“Stella.” Cougar chuckled

“That’s Stella?” Britney’s eyes widened as she glanced at the picture “No wonder the girl in the photos all over your bedroom rang a bell.”

“You still have her all over your bedroom?” Pooch whispered to Jakey “And you’re sleeping with this one in there?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jake hissed, glaring at Pooch who grinned, shrugging.

“I don’t understand?” Britney frowned “Why are there photos of her all over your room and here?”

The room fell silent and Jensen saw Pooch and Cougar exchanged a glance from the corner of their eye. Pooch looked like all his Christmases had come at once.

Fuck…

“You haven’t told her?” Clay arched an eyebrow and Jake’s attention turned to his Colonel, narrowing his eyes.

Why the fuck did I invite any of The Losers?

“Tell me what?” Britney pressed.

Or her for that matter, although technically, I didn’t…she invited herself.

Ignoring her, he took a sip of his beer trying to think of something to deflect the attention away from the impending shit storm. But Britney wasn’t for dropping it.

“Tell me what Jake?”

“Yeah, tell her what Jake?” Clay asked and Jensen growled.

“Son of a bitch…” he shook his head and turned to Britney. “Me and Stel, we used to ... date.”

“Exfil on way, strategic exit points through the front and rear doors…” Clay mumbled and both Pooch and Cougar sniggered as Britney blinked, processing the information Jake had just downloaded. As they watched, her heavily made up face set and her bright pink lips pressed together.

“Oh, I see. So that’s what Grace meant before…”

Clay, Cougar, Jolene and Pooch all looked at one another before Cougar held up his bottle of Corona.

“My beer is empty so…” he gestured to the lounge door.

“Mine too.” Clay said eagerly.

“And me.” Pooch agreed. He turned to Jolene who was glaring at him, a ‘don’t you dare leave me with them’ look on her face, so Pooch grabbed her hand and tugged her behind him, out into the hallway.

“Just when I think he can't possibly get any dumber.” Pooch shook his head as Clay glanced back into the room where Britney and Jensen were now in quite a heated discussion.

“Well, I think that one is on us.” He turned to the rest of the team. Cougar snorted and they all made their way into kitchen just in time to see Stella and her mom enter, followed by Evan who had been holding the door open for them. Julie beamed at Clay who gave a low chuckle and stepped forward.

“Hey Jules" he wrapped her in a warm hug “Long time no see. How you been?”

As her mom returned Clay’s greeting Stella, who wasn’t really listening as she had just seen Pooch and Cougar, grinned and pushed past. “Oh my God! You guys are here!” She gave each of the men a hug and then turned to Jolene “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

��Hey man!” Pooch smiled as he shook Evan’s hand, the man then turning to Cougar and finally Clay who had returned to their gang.

“Good to see you all again!” Evan enthused, before he politely kissed Jolene on the cheek when Stella introduced them. She’d just turned back to the woman to ask how the wedding prep was going when she felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning, her face broke into a huge smiled as Jake’s dad beamed back at her “Hey John!"

John hugged her tightly, kissing her head. “My favourite girl, looking as gorgeous as always!”

“I heard that, Dad!” Jane scoffed as she appeared at the side of them “Fucking rude!”

“I mean my favourite non-daughter girl.” He shrugged, laughing as Jane shoved him out of the way to hug Stella and then Evan.

“Good to see you again Evan.”

“You too Jane.” He beamed, before he turned to John “You must be Mr Jensen.”

“Oh, call me John, son!” he shook his hand and Stella groaned.

“Oh my God, Ev, sorry…that was so rude...let me...where's Janet?” she began looking around and Evan chuckled, wrapping his arm round her shoulder, pulling her into him a little, her cheek pressing against his soft blue sweater.

“It’s fine, Pumpkin. Stop worrying.”

But she was worrying, well not worrying exactly, maybe flapping was a better word. She was flustered because she’d never had to really introduce her man to anyone before, as everyone knew Jake...and not to mention the party was taking place at Jake’s parents. It was a little awkward, but her and Jake were over and she wanted to remain on good terms with the family she’d basically grown up a part of. She looked around, searching for Jakes mom so she could introduce Evan and her eyes stopped on Jake and Britney as they walked into the kitchen. As Stella watched, Jake hissed something to the Blonde and Stella could tell he was pissed. She knew the look well.

As he finished saying whatever it was he was saying, he looked up and saw Stella watching. They locked eyes for a second from opposite sides of the kitchen and Stella gave him a small smile. He returned it, and then looked away as Evan slid an arm round her waist, kissing her temple. Stella grinned at Evan, then spotted Janet walking towards her.

“Oh Stella, it's so good to see you sweetheart!”

“Janet, it hasn’t been that long this time!” Stella laughed “We were at the spa like 3 days ago!”

“I know but, well, considering how much time you used to spend here it still feels strange.” Janet sighed and Stela gave her a sad smile in return.

“Well, I wouldn’t miss a Jensen New Years’ party for the world.”

Janet beamed and gently touched Stella’s cheek before she turned to Evan, smiling hugely at him. “You must be Stella’s boyfriend.” Stella groaned as Evan nodded and shook Janet’s hand politely before he kissed her cheek “God I'm so bad at this introduction crap. This is Janet, Jake’s mom.” “Yeah, I kinda figured that one out sweetheart” Evan teased and she nudged him with her elbow, causing him to laugh.

At that point Gracie skipped over, tugging at Janet’s top “Nanna, mum says that…oh!” The small girls eyes grew wide and she grinned “Evan!”

“Hey kiddo!” Evan smiled down at her as she hugged his waist. Stella glanced round to see Jake, who was stood with the rest of the losers watching with a sullen look on his face, clearly not intending on saying hi any time soon. She rolled her eyes and turned to Janet.

“Is it ok if we get a drink?”

“Stella, since when have you ever asked for anything at this house?” she admonished her “Help yourself.” She turned Evan “You too, make yourself at home.” “Thank you, Mrs Jensen. It was really kind of you to let me come”

“Oh, it’s a pleasure having you here dear. Stella is like part of this family”

Evan smiled “Yeah, she has that effect on people.”

Stella blushed a little as he dropped and arm round her shoulder, the pair of them moving to the fridge for a couple of beers before Stella suggested they go back to The Losers. Evan agreed, allowing her to lead the way, his hand dropping to the bottom of her back as they weaved through the room.

“Hi JJ.” Stella looked at Jake as they reached her teammates. “Were you planning on saying hi to us eventually?”

“Hi.” Came the curt response.

“Articulate.” Stella rolled her eyes and she turned to the blonde besides him. “Hi Britney, I don’t think you’ve met Evan have you?” she turned to Evan “Ev this is Britney, Jake’s girlfriend.” As she spoke the last word Stella’s eyes met Jake’s, a look of something that could almost pass as an apology crossed his face, but it was gone almost as soon as it had appeared.

Especially as at that point they both heard Rey’s voice across the room.

“Oh God.” Jake and Stella groaned in unison and Jake arched an eyebrow.

“Was wondering when they were gonna show up.”

“Well, they’re fashionably late. You know them!”

“Speaking of late, no sign of baby Dick yet?” Jensen asked.

“Nope. Bad PH, remember?” Stella smirked at Jensen and he grinned. There was a moment where they simply looked at one another and Stell swallowed.

“Suppose I best go… “ she jerked her head, then turned to Evan “You haven’t met Dick yet.”

“Dick?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Rey’s husband. Richard…Rick as she calls him, Rick the Dick to everyone else…well, me and Jake anyway.” She smiled at the Losers “Be right back.”

Jensen watched her go, his scanning her up and down as he noticed the back of her outfit for the first time. The tight grey sweater she was wearing had a scooped backline that dropped below her shoulder blades. Her dark, grey jeans clung to her, showing off her ass and her high heeled ankle boots accentuated her long legs. He felts a nudge to his ribs and he turned to look at Britney.

“Can I get another drink or…”

Jake took a deep breath, suddenly thinking to himself about how Stel just helped herself before he smiled. As much as she was irritating at times, Brit was sweet and he didn’t want to be cruel to her. “Sure, I’ll grab you one.” **** As with all these types of parties, the night passed in a whirl of laughter, drinks, chattering and reminiscing, although Jake made sure to avoid Stella and Evan as much as possible. Not because he wanted to but because he felt he needed to. Their exchange before had been friendly enough, and it wasn’t like they were on bad terms but he didn’t want anything to be awkward for her. Jake knew how much it meant for her to actually be in the country on New Year’s and he wasn’t going to take that away from her.

“Oh, oh…” his dad suddenly called out loudly, from where he was stood next to Jake, the entire Jensen family congregated by the fridge “We’re in the last minute guys!!” various cheers rang out across the room “Do we all have a drink? Let’s get ready!”

“Ready for what?” Britney asked. Jensen looked at her. Jesus Christ…

“For the reading of the constitution Sweetie!” John said, looking at Jake who rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It's the countdown, Brit. For New Year.”

“Oops, what am I like?” she snorted, grabbing Jake’s arm. “I guess I did it again. I’m so ditzy.”

Jensen blinked and his dad exchanged a look with Jane’s husband, Robert, the pair of them letting out huge howls of laughter.

“Oops I did it again… man…I can’t…” Robert snorted as Jane shot him a filthy look. Across from him, Janet gave John a slap round the back of the head and he let out a yell, before he turned to her and grinned.

“Oh, hit me baby, one more time” he smirked, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Robert’s howls of mirth drowned out Jensen groans, as his eyes scanned the room. Everyone was busy grabbing a glass of champagne from the side and he saw Jolene talking to Stella. As he watched Evan appeared at her side, passing her a flute of bubbles before giving her a gentle kiss. She smiled at him and then turned back to Jolene with that familiar red tinge to her cheeks that she always sported when she was flustered…or excited, Evan’s hand gently on the small of her back, hovering over the curve of her ass. Jake felt a horrible twist in his gut at the sight of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Stella to be happy but, well, there was just something about Evan that he couldn’t quite figure out. Everyone seemed to love the bastard, hell even his own mom and sister had been waxing lyrical about him all evening, like he was perfect.

Too perfect maybe.

Once Stella, Jolene and Agent Shit Name had left the area he grabbed 2 full flutes and turned back, handing one to Britney with a forced smile, just as his dad gave another yell and the countdown started, voices chanting out across the room as Gracie started jumping and shouting

“10, 9, 8...”

Britney turned to Jake “Oh let’s make a wish!”

“It’s a New Year’s count-down.” Jake said with a sigh “You’re not blowing out candles on a birthday cake.”

“She could always blow something else and make a wish!” Robert said, winking at Jensen. Jake rolled his eyes, the dirty joke that would normally have at least raised a grin from him fell flat and Robert yelped as Jane reached up to slap him.

“7,6,5”

Across the room, Evan curled his arm round Stella’s waist and pulled her closer, bending down to whisper in her ear. “I’m so glad to be here with you tonight Pumpkin.”

Stella swallowed, his sultry voice and intoxicating cologne swamped her senses and made her head feel slightly fuzzy. Or was that the alcohol?

She turned to him, smiling “I’m glad you’re here too.”

“4.3,2,1”

Britney’s nails dug into Jake’s arm as she squealed as the countdown ended.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

She threw herself into his arms and kissed him. It was totally over the top but Jensen went with it, and then opened his eyes to glance over her shoulder and immediately wished he hadn’t as he was confronted with the sight of Evan and Stella locked in a really gentle, sweet but deep kiss. Jake had never seen another guy or man kissing her and his guts clenched as he watched.

Here they were, in the same room at NYE for the first time in years and they weren’t together. And Jensen didn’t like it, in fact he hated it. It was all wrong.

“He doesn’t want hot chocolate Britney, he want’s Stel…” Grace’s words echoed around his mind, trust a 6 year old to point out the obvious. Fuck, he did want her. He wanted her back. Real bad.

He untangled himself from Britney with the excuse of wishing everyone a Happy New Year and moved around the room, grateful to escape for a moment. He hugged Rey, shook Dick’s hand, hugged and kissed Jules and then…

“Happy New Year JJ.” Stella smiled softly at him.

He swallows, “Yeah, erm, back at ya, Stel.”

There was a pause, and it was awkward, in a way it should never have been, especially between them but eventually Jake moved forward and hugged her, closing his eyes. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her close, breathing in the familiar smell of her perfume that she hadn’t changed in years, and it was too much. He stepped back, releasing her before he turned to Agent Shit Name and shook his hand politely. With another deep breath he turned and made his way quickly out of the kitchen and into the den at the back of the house.

He needed something stronger than beer.

He poured himself a healthy measure of his dad’s scotch and stood there, studying a few of the photos on the sideboard simply enjoying the peace, having finally shaken off Britney. Yeah, he was gonna have to put an end to that tomorrow.

Great. What a way to start the New Year off…

He stood there, lost in his own thoughts, for god knows how long, until a voice broke through the fog in his brain.

“Your father is as clueless as I am as to why you’re acting like that.”

Jensen turned to see Clay watching him and he rolled his eyes “Acting like what?” he asked, although he knew full well what Clay was going to say.

“Like a headless chicken, running around making the dumbest decisions known to man.”

Jensen groaned “I don’t need this Clay.”

“I beg to differ. Someone needs to knock some sense in you, Jensen.”

Jake sighed heavily as he shook his head, before he knocked back the scotch in his hand and reached for the bottle.

“Don’t think you’ve drunk enough?” Clay asked as Jensen shook his head, pouring himself another healthy measure.

“No, I can still see straight.”

“Jensen…”

“I need to forget Clay.” Jensen said softly, picking up the glass, his eyes on the amber liquid.

“Forget what?”

“That I love her” with a sniff Jensen knocked back the drink in one, wincing slightly before he wiped his mouth with his spare hand.

“Good luck with that.” Clay scoffed “Because the only person who’s been dumb enough to even try and deny it is you. But I got one question Jensen… why they fuck did you do your best to throw her into that guy’s arms?”

“I thought I was doing the right thing Clay, cutting her loose.” Jensen shrugged “I mean, I tried it 5 years ago and then...we just…”

“That’s not an answer.” Clay said simply.

“Look, I saw it in her eyes, when I said I got my posting overseas and we were gonna be split up.”

“Saw what?” Clay’s voice was ladled with exhasperation and Jake’s head tipped back in equal frustration as his voice rose

“Fear, Clay.” Jensen looked at him “Fear. I mean she never said it but I could tell.”

“Fear?”

“Yes, fear about what was gonna happen. She’d already lost her father, how could I ever put her through the possibility of losing someone like that again?” Jensen hung his head a little, glancing at the empty glass in his hand. Now he’d said it out loud, it sounded even dumber than it did in his head.

“Admirable, and you know what? I kinda get it bud, I do, but only one problem.”

“I know, it didn’t work.” Jensen shrugged, grabbing the bottle of whisky once more.

“No, it didn’t.” Clay looked at him, “For fucks sake Jensen, did you really think dumping her would just turn off her feelings like that?”

“Well, no, but, at at least if we weren’t together she wouldn’t have had to play the grieving partner part for so long, she would have been able to move on without feeling guilty…”

Silence fell in the room, punctuated by the sloshing of liquor hitting the crystal tumbler as once more Jensen poured himself a few fingers worth before Clay spoke once more.

“God you’re a dumbass.”

“Yeah.” Jensen nodded. “No arguments here.”

“Question is, what you gonna do about it?”

“What can I do about it?” Jensen shrugged “Looks like she finally moved on. Guess I did her a favour, huh? Left the door right open for Agent Shit Name.”

“You know, what it’s worth, as nice a guy as Evan is, I don’t think she cares for him half as much as she does you.” Clay’s tone was soft “Maybe in time she might but, well, I guess that’s up to you.”

“Me?” Jensen frowned.

“Yeah, you. And the way I see it, you got 2 choices” Clay looked at him. “You either roll over and die. Or you fight for your girl.”

Jensen sighed “She’s not my girl anymore Clay.”

“Only because you told her she isn't”

Jensen looked at him, contemplating his words and he wanted to argue back, he really did, but he couldn’t. Instead he shook his head sadly, as Clay laid a hand on his shoulder, gave it a squeeze and left.

Jensen stayed where he was for a moment before he topped his glass up and headed back into the hallway, pausing in the doorway of the kitchen. His baby blue eyes glanced around the room and stopped their roving as he saw Evan with his arm round Stel as they stood talking to Pooch and Cougar.

Fuck, Clay was right-he did have two options, and he knew which one he was choosing.

It wasn’t gonna be easy, hell, he didn’t even know if it would be possible because everyone was right, Stella and Agent Shit name really did seem good together. But one thing he did know is he could fight all day long, what did he have to lose?

Nothing, because as it stood he’d already lost it.

**** Chapter 5

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