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dear-ao3 · 11 months ago
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me, scanning my apartment, one hour before my mom arrives: right so what would my mother be upset about and where can i hide it
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roughridingrednecks · 11 months ago
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Pitbull
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currently-evil · 5 months ago
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My thesis' supervisor just texted me that frankly he is fed up with me
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Did i deserve it? yeah.... i was like... constantly fucking things over
Did it make me tear up? yyeah
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grimini · 2 years ago
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diamond-champagne · 4 months ago
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7. Do You Miss Me?
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd
Warnings: None that I know of but please let me know!
a/n: We're kind of approaching the end so please give me requests on what I should write next! Thanks for the love, besties <3 It means more than yous know!
New Years Eve
The balloons and confetti fill the air while bottles of booze litter the table. The UConn Womens’ Basketball team; along with the rest of the UConn athletes, have taken their New Year's festivities to a club. It’s loud and packed. It makes the perfect distraction which is what Azzi needs. 
After her nauseating conversation with Caroline, the curly-haired girl was left to face the truth about her relationship with Paige. It’s fragile but teetering. Every interaction pushes it closer to being destroyed; yet it sits on edge, slightly wobbly, but intact. Azzi knows she’s to blame for the current state of their friendship. Though they’ve had rough patches, she never thought it would get this bad. The pair haven’t had a real conversation in weeks; both doing everything they could to avoid the other. In the three conversations they have had, they argue. It’s exhausting, but Azzi is grateful for the disagreements. It means that there’s still some fight left in Paige. Some fight left for them.
Despite how happy she is to be fighting with the blonde, she wishes that they were making up more. The brown-eyed girl has missed her counterpart over the last month. The two don’t have designated time to spend together anymore, don’t go out of their way to borrow the other’s clothes, or simply just cuddle. Azzi misses Paige. It’s not a new concept as their entire friendship is based on missing each other but Azzi is desperate to have the blue-eyed girl near her. She misses the presence of her best friend more than anything. 
She wonders if Paige misses her too. 
Though she imagines that the blonde-haired girl doesn’t because across the club, Paige is making her way to Cameron. Azzi watches as the football player notices the blonde making her way to him. Azzi watches as she slips into the space next to him; pressing her side into his as his arm snakes around her shoulders protectively.
It’s a nauseating sight that results in Azzi throwing back her shot and quickly ordering another one. And another one. And another one. 
“You should slow down,” Caroline says as she sits down next to Azzi.​​ The sentiment, while appreciated, does nothing to deter the curly-haired girl from ordering another shot. She’s being irresponsible, this much she knows, but she needs to forget. She needs to not feel. “It’s New Years Eve. I’m allowed to get drunk.” the girl grumbles out. It’s hard over the music but her teammate hears every word. “You are,” Caroline agrees, “But New Years isn’t why you’re sitting at the bar, drinking alone.”
Azzi turns to face the couple on the other side of the club. She watches as they talk to one of the football player’s teammates. Paige laughs at something and throws her head back. Azzi wonders if Cam loves that sound the way she does. Or does he prefer her giggle that she probably lets out when they engage in banter? 
These thoughts and more occupy the curly-haired girl’s mind more than she’d care to admit. The thoughts alone are suffocating but to watch is like dying a thousand deaths. So Azzi doesn’t bother with a response. Instead, she downs her shot before heading to the floor to dance. The younger girl isn’t sure how long. All she knows is that Waka Flocka turned into Pitbull which turned into Lady Gaga. It doesn’t matter though, because Paige is still connected at the hip to Cam, and Azzi still wishes that was her instead. 
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Azzi is drunk. The younger girl is standing in the club bathroom with 30 minutes to midnight trying to get herself together. She came in to use the bathroom but that proved to be difficult when she couldn’t even stand straight. The basketball player eventually got that much figured out but couldn’t really do much else besides hold onto the sink for balance. 
The brown-haired girl had just about gotten a hold on herself when a group of girls walk in. Two immediately head towards the big mirror by the sink Azzi is currently occupying. The other two girls head into the stalls but the conversation between the group never falters; which is the only reason Azzi is able identify one the girls as Riley. In fact, the volleyball player is looking at her through the mirror. 
Azzi is drunk but she isn’t drunk enough for this. She supposes she can’t be surprised. Riley is a volleyball player and most of the UConn athletes are at this club tonight. Still, seeing your ex that broke up with you because of your feelings for your best friend who you still aren’t with is very uncomfortable. Talking to them even more so.
“Hi, Az-”
“Hey, Rile-”
They both start but before laughing. The tensitiy in the air lessens and the athletes watch as the other’s body relaxes. Suddenly, talking to each other isn’t that bad but then again, it could be the alcohol. 
“How are you?” Azzi asks.
“I’m good. How are you? How’s Paige?” Riley replies. The answer must reveal itself on Azzi’s face though, because the volleyball player’s eyes widen before she snaps her head in the direction of the taller girl. “You aren’t together?”
The basketball player shakes her head no and Riley’s eyes widen even more. “Listen, I know I said a lot of things that night but I never would have imagined that you two didn’t figure it out.” Azzi laughs in response. “Well, it doesn’t help that she asked if I have feelings for her and I walked out of her apartment.” The statement earns her a slap on the arm and a scolding from the shorter athlete next to her. 
“Why would you do that? It’s obvious that you do!”
“I’m scared,” Azzi starts. Perhaps it’s the alcohol that allows her to be this open because her next words have never been spoken. “I’m fucking terrifed of loving her. I’m terrified of her loving me. Every single time I look into her eyes, she’s got these intense emotions pooling in them and I don’t know how to handle that. Paige looks at me like I’m her forever. She looks at melike I can hang the stars and the moon. Fuck, she’s just so intense and sometimes I worry about it being too much. Sometimes I worry about being too little.” 
“You’re a coward, a liar, and a thief.” Riley states. She says it even toned and softly as if all three of those words were not insults of some kind. 
“Excuse me?” Azzi exclaims. The insult clearly catching her off guard. 
“It’s the truth,” Riley shrugs. “You’re a coward, a liar, and a thief. Until you begin to work on that, allowing yourself to be happy will be hard. You’re self sabotaging and you don’t even know it.”
The basketball player isn’t exactly sure how to respond. She watches as her ex moves toward the bathroom door before turning around.
“Once you figure it out, I hope you get everything you want.” and then she’s out the door. Azzi shakes her head and checks her phone for the time. She tries not to give what Riley said another thought, at least not while she’s this intoxicated. 
There’s five minutes until midnight. 
Azzi walks out of the bathroom and heads towards the section occupied by her teammates, and Cam. A bitter feeling creeps up Azzi’s throat and invades her senses. Would Paige kiss him at midnight? It’s a thought that produces sickening images in the younger girls’ mind. Though as she reaches the section, all she can hear is her ex’s voice in the back of her mind.
I hope you get everything you want.
While she isn’t sober enough to work out whatever Riley thinks she needs to, Azzi can accept that she should after whatever she wants. It is a new year afterall. 
The words repeat themselves as the girls flood the floor along with the other athletes to start the countdown. Azzi can feel the tequila and adrenaline pumping through her veins as she watches Paige separate herself from the football player to be with their friends. 
10
Should she do it? Azzi thinks she passes through the club to get to Paige.
9
Maybe she shouldn’t. She continues walking anyway.
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Coward. Azzi gets closer.
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Liar. And closer.
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I hope you get everything you want this year. 
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They’re standing face to face.
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Azzi pulls Paige closer.
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“What are you doing?” Paige exclaimed
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“Getting everything I want” 
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Happy New Year!
Azzi crashes her lips onto Paige.
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kamii-2 · 2 months ago
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KK FIC WHERE HER SND READER GET A DOG AND THEY GET INTO A PLAYFUL ARGUMENT BC KK WANTED TO NAME THE DOG TRU FU
the dog looks a different color in one of the pics but let’s just act like it’s bc of the lighting (it probably actually is from the lighting 😭) also act like the dog is a boy bc i couldn’t find any pics that looked similar that the dog wasn’t a different gender in each pic. also idk how to do realistic comments so i gave up, i tried it on the app and it looked like booty and on here i dont know how to do it 🥸
warning(s): cussing
genre: fluff
pairing(s): kk arnold x reader
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“kk we should get a dog.” you said randomly as you were on face book looking at pitbull puppies for sale. “oh my gosh, yes we should.” she gasped while looking over at your phone and seeing the adorable little puppies. she grabbed your phone and looked at the facebook post closely, looking at all of the little puppies, “this one is so cute!” she yelled while turning the phone to you, it was a grey boy with white on his chest and he had the cutest little blue eyes, “oh my gosh kk we need that one like now!” you gasped while getting excited. “i’m texting the lady right now and i’ll let you know what she says.” you told kk, she nodded in response.
since it was late at night, you guys went to bed a little bit after and when you woke up you checked your phone and seen that the lady had responded 15 minutes before you woke up. “kk wake up.” you nudged her, “what.” she replied with her face in the pillow, “the lady said we can come get the puppy at 2 and it’s 10:30 so we need to get up and get ready because it’s a 2 hour drive.” kk nodded and turned over on her back, getting up and headed to the bathroom while you went to the your closet to find some clothes to wear after your shower. at 11:50 you both got in the car, you set up the gps and you two were on your way to get your new baby.
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when you reached the destination, you were in and out, she gave you the dog and you cashapped her the money. kk was so happy and asked you to drive so she could hold the puppy. “what are we gonna name him?” kk asked while hugging him. “i don’t know.” you said while shrugging and pulling into the nearest pet store. you two got out and went inside to get all of the necessary supplies. you bought him a small bed, small kennel you’ll use until he’s trained, puppy pads, toys, puppy food, and whatever else you needed. the ride home was full of kk squealing, the puppy snoring while he sleeps, and both of you laughing.
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the second you posted your instagram post, kayla texted you asking to come over and see the new puppy, you obviously said yes and somehow you ended up with the entire team at your apartment. the puppy was loving all off attention he was getting, licking people and getting excited when someone pet him.
“so what’s his name?” caroline questioned while petting the small dog, playing with his paws as well. “uh.” you replied while look at kk, she was already looking at you. “tru fru-” “no.” you quickly cut her off. “why.” she whined, dragging the ‘y’ out. “he doesn’t have a name and his name will not be tru fru.” you said while trying to think of other names for him besides the ridiculous one kk chose. “you guys should name lloyd because it means grey in welsh.” morgan suggested, “wait that’s literally perfect because of lloyd the musician too.” you gasped while shaking kk, “who the fuck is lloyd?” she asked, “are you dumb?” your eyes brows furrowed while dropping your hands off her shoulders, “oh wait it’s the guy who made all those freaky songs.” kk said while gasping and suddenly agree to it.
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after everyone went home you two went to bed and the puppy slept with you, right in the middle. the night was peaceful, sleeping in the bed with the puppy made you two feel complete, like he was your child.
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sorry it’s kinda short but i wanted to get something out. i hope you guys enjoyed it and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋
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whisperwillyou · 1 month ago
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Ah gee, thanks! These tags made my day 🥰
I draw Hunter’s hair based entirely on the whims of my heart 😂
I’m pretty much only consistent in my refusal to give up his undercut. They’ll have to pry Hunter’s undercut from my cold dead hands.
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Some misc. Hunters for the soul
Ignore the one where he’s standing in the rain. I briefly forgot that rain in the demon realm boils. I just wanted to draw wet fabric lmao
Especially amusing considering I’m one of the people that does not agree with the widely accepted headcanon that Hunter is immune to the boiling rain.
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formulapookie · 1 month ago
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bezzetti birthday sex.
here's to you dear anon <3 (2.5k words later) under the cut for the smut
Cele knew Bez had something planned for his birthday, because he always had since they were messy kids running around tracks with their minibikes.
They’re still equally as messy, the bikes have changed, sure, but they’re still kinda kids at heart.
Like when last year Bez gifted him the Millenium Falcon Lego set for his 22nd birthday and they spent hours together building it.
Bez’s birthday is almost exactly one month after his, so he always has the chance to one up his boyfriend’s gift in that period, but this time he fears it’s gonna be complicated.
When midnight hits and Pecco uncorks the champagne he bought the day before, Bez immediately picks him up and kisses him, making them both laugh as they try to lose themselves in each other’s arms.
“You are amazing today, happy birthday amore” “You’re making me blush in front of everyone” “You’re so pretty when you do”
They kiss again, then they all chant “Happy Birthday” to Cele before bringing him gifts.
Most of them are bike related things, someone getting him new gloves, someone new knee sliders, someone going out their way and buying him a whole new leathers for training, since his are pretty demolished.
Bez is last, he always is with his gifts, he brings him a little light blue box, of course in his colors, with a blue ribbon around it.
Cele opens it and he doesn’t speak for a few seconds.
“Venice? Really?”
Bez nods, Cele loves that city, always has, but he never had time or chance to go visit it properly.
“Five days, you and me in Venice, no one to bother us with trainings or whatsoever” “I love you” “I know” “After the season ends we’re going to Venice ok?” “I love you so much” “I love you too”
Cele blushes again, Bez hugs him and kisses the bridge of his nose, then everyone starts asking for the cake, chocolate flavored of course, and another hour passes.
Mig gets completely drunk once again and Franky has to actually restrain him from trying to use Rubik as a horse and pace around the house like that, then Pecco takes a handful of cake and basically throws it on Luca’s face who starts running after him with the remaining piece of cake trying to hit him.
Bez and Cele steal every joint Franky tries to roll for himself, and he ends up having to smoke in the bathroom with Mig half asleep beside him in the bathtub asking to ��please let me smoke I’ll suck you off later”, and eventually giving in to the compromise.
Bez had cursed because he just needed to take a piss, not to see Mig going at it with Franky in his bathroom.
Pecco and Luca had disappeared at some time during the night only to emerge from the guest bedroom half an hour later looking anything but collected as they usually are, making Cele tease them about it for a good ten minutes.
Rubik tried to steal Cele’s gloves a few times, and Bez couldn’t scold him for the love of God so he just gave his dog a pair of his own gloves to play with, trying to make it less obvious that the pitbull had drooled all over Cele’s new pair.
By three in the morning there’s only a few people left, including Mig and Franky, who visibly had more than just one trip to the bathroom together, judging by the state of Mig’s neck and walking ability.
When even they leave, kinda thrown out by Bez who can’t stand them being all touchy ald flirty on his couch for fuck’s sake, him and Cele are finally alone.
“Enjoyed the birthday?” “Except from the fact Mig and Franky kept the bathroom occupied for the majority of the night yeah, I did” “Oh come on as if we never did that to their house, or Pecco’s, or even at the Ranch when we partied for Pecco’s first title and you dragged me there, or-” “Yeah ok ok I get it I know stop saying it you know I get embarrassed” “Mh yeah that’s exactly why I bring it up”
Cele pushes him jokingly and Bez catches his wrist, pulling him close to his chest, kissing him deeply.
“Hello birthday boy” “Hello my favorite present” “Oh I’m a present now?” “Pretty much the best one of the last three years”
They keep kissing until they stumble in their bed, luckily not the one used by their friends, and Cele gets pinned to the mattress.
“Marco Marco come on” “Eager today?” “Been waiting all night fuck”
Bez smiles as he undresses himself, tossing the shirt somewhere around the room and Cele quickly following him.
As soon as Cele’s half naked he goes to kiss his neck, leaving a pretty dark bruise on it, halfway from the collarbone to his jaw.
He leaves a trail of wet kisses until he reaches the boy's nipple, he recently got it re pierced after Bez convinced him to do it.
And it honestly was one of the best things he did as of lately, he got hypersensitive and Bez can pretty much play with him and get him dumb whenever, especially if he’s already as aroused as he is now.
“Love this on you Celin, you look so cute when you squirm because I tease you” “You get - fuck - you get sensitive there too don’t act so superior”
Bez doesn’t leave the younger much time before beginning to suck on that nipple, toying with the other one in the meantime.
“Marco fuck”
Bez smiles against his chest, not interrupting his game, but moving the hand busy with Cele’s nipple down to unzip his pants and cup him through his boxers.
Cele arches his back slightly, his hand going to tug at the mess of curls Bez’s hair are right now, making the older moan lightly.
Bez is sensitive pretty much everywhere, but neck, nipples and hair are his most sensitive places, if they’re fucking and Cele is riding him all he has to do is get his hands in Bez’s hair and pull and he’ll get really close really fast.
Cele feels hot all over, he wants Bez inside him now, wants his stupidly big hand holding him down as he fucks him so good he wakes up still feeling it.
But as always the other loves to drive him slowly insane, more than he already is, toy with him as if he’s a mouse and Bez is a cat.
“Stop teasing it’s my birthday come on” “So when my birthday comes in a month I can boss you around like you’re trying to do now Celin?” “I don’t-  yes you can but now -” “You promised eh Celin, remember, now what do you want me to do?”
Cele bites his lip, there’s a thin string of saliva still connecting Bez’s mouth to his nipple and it’s fucking hot.
“I just want you inside please” “As you wish”
Bez removes his hand from the front of Cele’s boxers, which by now are basically soaked in precum, yanking off his pants and wet boxers making Cele groan in pleasure
He looks for the lube, three seconds during which his boyfriend props himself up to unzip his pants and urge him to be quick.
“I don’t care how eager you are amore, I still need to prep you ok?” “But come onnnn, we fucked yesterday I’m - I’m ready” “No you are not, not lay back and let me make you feel good alright? I promise I’ll fuck you so well Celin”
The boy whines as Bez pushes him on the mattress again, then he hears the sound of lube being squeezed and a cold sensation around his hole.
Bez’s lips find their place below his jaw once again, leaving small and numerous kisses all over it, while he pushes the first and almost immediately second finger in.
Cele’s hands fly to grab onto Bez’s back, nails scratching lightly already. He wants him so much he can’t even describe it, Bez always had this effect on him, since the first time they ever had sex, he’s addictive, you have him once you want him forever.
“Gonna use a third finger ok? Then I promise I’m fucking you” “Yes yes it’s ok it’s good just be quick with it I want you”
Bez smiles against his jaw, it comes natural to him when he’s with Cele, whatever situation they’re in.
When he pushes the third finger in, Cele digs his nails a bit deeper in Bez’s back, making him whine and speed up his movements, he’s scissoring and stretching him so well Cele thinks he might just come from that alone.
It’s overwhelming, it always is, the precision and rapidity of Bez’s fingers, they reach places inside him he can’t reach on his own, when he’s alone at home and he misses Bez’s touch, and tries to do what he does, but can never get that deep or fast or precise like Bez does, and that gets him insane.
“Fuck - I’m ready Marco I swear”
Bez leaves another hickey on Cele’s neck before removing his fingers and swapping them for his cock, which is painfully hard in his boxers now.
They kiss, a mess of teeth and tongue as the older get properly naked and starts pushing inside him, slowly but so fucking deep it has Cele moaning in three seconds.
By now his nails must’ve left marks, which is fucking hot for both of them, mostly for Cele, as Bez pulls out and slams back in making his back arch in pleasure he looks for the “C�� he painted on Bez’s shoulderblade the day before with hickeys, then as soon as the older behind moving and setting his usual quick pace his mind gets lost.
It’s like waves of continuous pleasure drawing him at every thrust, Bez’s grunts just getting him more and more needy for it, like fuel to an already burning fire.
“Marco kiss me please”
And he doesn’t wait to hear it twice, Bez just presses their lips together, pushing his tongue past Cele’s teeth and never interrupting his thrusts, actually increasing the speed and depth of them.
“I love you so much” “I know” “What are you - fuck - Han Solo?” “Would you dress like Leila?” “Fuck off” “You’d look good Celin, you’d be my princess wouldn’t that be hot?”
Cele has to muffle a moan, he doesn’t know if it’s just the word princess or Bez saying it but it gets him immediately closer to the edge, and obviously Bez notices.
“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? To be my little princess, get treated like royalty while I fuck you so good you forget your name?”
Cele moans again, Bez hits his prostate and he can’t help it, it’s all together and it’s all so much.
He’s so so close, he can feel the knot in his stomach about to burst.
“Mh not yet baby” “No please come on it’s my birthday” “You’re right bimbo, you’re right, but you still have to earn your gift no? So what about you ride me and then you can cum? Sounds good?”
It does. Because whenever he rides Bez he kinda gets the upper hand, he can tease more, and aside from the he loves riding Bez, he gets so deep inside him it almost makes him stupid.
“Yes yeah ok sounds - I’ll do it”
Bez kisses him deeply once again, pulling out and settling for a comfortable position to let Cele have access to his lap.
The older pats his thigh and Cele is quick to crawl to him, almost immediately trying to have Bez inside him again, sitting in his lap and guiding his cock against his hole, sinking on it as soon as he can, moaning loudly at the sensation.
“Come on Celin, you can move”
He follows Bez’s words like a command, and begins moving, tilting his head back as he rides Bez’s dick, so eager to come and make his boyfriend do the same.
His hands almost automatically go for the older’s hair, pulling him closer to his face to kiss him.
Cele moans inside Bez’s mouth, who’s eagerly swallowing every sound coming from the younger, especially once he gets his hands on Cele’s ass and squeezes it, helping him out with his movements.
“Are you tired already Celin? You want me to finish the job for you?”
And yeah, he actually is, his thighs are giving up, his brain is all over the place, sensitivity multiplied by a thousand times, and he really just finds it hot whenever Bez takes over the situation.
“Please”
Bez moans in his mouth before starting to meet his movements with harsh and deep thrusts, it’s obvious he’s close as well, Cele can tell by the way his moans are becoming louder and closer between them and the way he’s pulling him against his chest to feel him more.
Once Bez gets his free hand around his dick Cele knows it’s over, all it takes it’s a few strokes and he’s coming all over his boyfriend’s hand, leaking hot liquid making its way and dripping onto Bez’s thigh, while the older can only last so much before burying himself deep inside Cele and painting him white, Cele’s hypersensitive hole clenching at the hot sensation inside.
He climbs off Bez’s lap, cuddling beside him as he shifts to be laying on the bed, both taking deep breaths and looking at each other smiling.
“Fuck” “That was - god that was really good” “I still can’t believe I get to have you Marco” “Oh come on, at the latest it’s me who can’t believe I’m your boyfriend”
It makes Cele blush, the way Bez looks at him with the sun in his eyes.
“Can I make an early gift for your birthday?” “Always Celin”
He gets back on top of him, Bez casting a questioning look, then Cele lowers his head to level with his chest and Bez gets it.
“You possessive basta- fuck”
He’s drawing a heart with hickeys around his pierced nipple, something he’s done thousands of times now, to mark Bez as his, off limits for whoever may try to steal a glance at him.
He gets it done in less than one minute, then looks at his artwork for a good other few minutes.
“Happy now?” “Very” “Come here come on, I wanna cuddle you” “You’re always so -  you seem like a koala post sex you know?” “You enjoy me being clingy tho” “Yeah I do” “Then come here, we have to be up in like two hours to get to the Ranch” “No let’s stay here” “We got the race Celin” “I can’t wait for the season to be over do we can go to Venice” “Five days” “I’m already thinking of a few things we can do in five days there”
Bez smiles, leaving a kiss on Cele’s cheek before feeling him slowly drifting to sleep and quickly following him, keeping him tight in the hug. They’ll worry about cleaning up sometime later, right now the important thing it’s they’re together.
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bbyboybucket · 2 years ago
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Summary: While sharing a hotel room with Reader, Bucky has a nightmare.
A/N: Surprise. Bet y’all didn’t expect a fic from me. How longs it been? Too long. Anyways, I’m rewriting one of my old fics, or more so taking the same concept but doing it more in character. Also I think this is the first time I’ve written something where we don’t see Bucky’s pov, so I think that’s kinda fun. Btw I’m rusty so don’t judge me if it shows. Also I think this is gender neutral but I’m not sure?
Warnings: language, sexual references, nightmares, ptsd, panic attack (not too intense), allusions to some hydra stuff but nothing graphic, hurt/comfort, frenemies to lovers, Bucky is moody, the one bed trope™️, no use of “y/n”, kinda sappy
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A loud sigh came from the left of you just before the elevator dinged and the metal doors creaked open. You ignored him, you chose not to engage in his passive aggressiveness. You weren’t going to accept the invitation of a petty rant hiding behind that sigh.
You walked down the hallway with Bucky stalking behind you, like an angry pitbull trailing after its owner.
“I don’t even know why we got a fucking hotel in the first place.” Bucky grumbled, and you could practically feel the weight of his eye roll, even though you couldn't see it.
“Here we go.” You muttered under your breath. “What did you want? A safe house? It’s not like we’re on some high stakes, undercover op. Anything more than a hotel would be excessive.”
“Anything more woulda had better sleeping options.” He whined. “Coulda at least got us separate rooms.”
“My god, give it a rest Bucky, you’ve been complaining all day about this.” You we’re exasperated, it was about the third time you’d heard him gripe that day.
“Well, I’m not a fan. Us sharing is the stupidest fucking idea Sam’s ever had.”
“Bitching about it isn’t gonna change anything. And, it’s not like we have to sleep together or anything, I’ll be in a whole different bed.” You said, unlocking the room door. You had been looking forward to chilling out and resting, but as soon as you entered the room, you realized that your night would be anything but restful.
“Fuck.” You laughed, humorlessly, knowing you were about to hear an endless rant. “I take that back, there isn’t different beds.”
Surprisingly that rant didn’t come. Bucky weirdly seemed calmer than he had before and merely shrugged. “‘S fine. I’ll take the floor.”
“Well, one of us can try the couch?”
“That thing could fit a toddler at best.” He gestured towards the small leather love seat as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion he had ever heard, and in all honesty, he had a point.
You pinched the skin between your eyebrows. “Sam said he booked a two person room.”
He shrugged again and then blankly said. “This is why he shoulda booked separate rooms.”
“My god Bucky, I’m not that bad of a roommate. I don’t snore, I don’t sleep walk, and it’s not like I’m gonna kill you in your sleep. It’s one fucking night. Just-“ You took a deep breath and tried to mellow out. “You can have the bed.”
“No, you can have it.”
“You’re obviously more tore up about this than me, so it’s yours. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“No.” He refused, his eyes held an odd stubbornness. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“I literally don’t care, I’ve done it a million times. Plus, your grumpy ass probably needs some good sleep.” You half teased, trying to do the nice thing. You unzipped your bag and pulled your belongings out. “I’m gonna go change clothes.”
When you came back from the bathroom, Bucky was already in his boxers and a T-shirt, positioning a pillow and blanket on the floor.
“I told you the bed was yours.”
“Okay, and?”
“Why are you getting down there?“
“Why the fuck are you arguing?”
“Because you’re all pissy about this whole situation, so I’m trying to make your life easier and give you the bed.” You didn’t understand his defiance and odd aversion to the thing he’d been complaining about restlessly: the better sleeping option.
“I don’t want the goddamn bed, just shut the fuck up about it!” Bucky snapped. His outburst caught you off guard, he acted as if you had been purposefully pushing his buttons.
“Damn, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, almost offended at the way he lashed out. “I get you’re trying to be all gentlemen-like but ya know, the aggressiveness defeats the purpose.”
“It’s not about being a gentlemen. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not being nice, I-“ He grunted. “Never mind I don’t owe you a fuckin’ explanation. Just get in bed.”
“I will, thank you, cause I’m tired. Especially tired of whatever the fuck is up your ass and has you so bitchy.”
You said it with full sincerity, of course you were used to bickering with Bucky but it always was in a playful manner, even when annoyed with each other, it was always friendly fire. There had been no sign of that all afternoon, Bucky was purely hostile and treating you like his greatest burden.
“You running your damn mouth and arguing isn’t helping anything.” He spat as he turned off the lights.
“Wow, sorry. Didn’t know offering you the bed was so fucking rude and offensive.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He groaned.
You muttered “fucking dick” under your breath.
“I heard that.”
As you settled into the bed, you couldn't help but roll your eyes in frustration. You found yourself pondering what you could have possibly done to provoke such a strong reaction from him. You couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't entirely about you. Maybe something else was going on and you were standing in as Bucky’s punching bag, just being the unfortunate catheter for his anger.
It didn’t matter. You had to force all the worry and aggravation out of your head because his attitude wasn’t worth losing sleep over. The last thing you need was to be exhausted on a mission.
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You were jolted awake by a sudden, loud gasp, followed by a soft groan emanating from his direction. Rubbing your eyes, you opened them to find him sitting upright, his knees drawn close to his chest. He looked so small, a stark contrast to the huge stature and borderline intimidating presence you’d become so familiar with. His breathing was audible despite the distance between you, it was quick and shallow.
“Buck?” You concernedly called out to him but he didn’t answer. You then got out of bed, and flicked on the nightstand lamp.
“Bucky?” You tried again when you were closer.
Out of all the time you’d known Bucky, this was the first you’d seen him vulnerable. He was trembling harshly, hyperventilating too. He seemed equally dazed and terrified, but also distant as if he were lost in his head. You always thought Bucky had rather sad eyes but right now, the way they were widened with fear and slightly watering, took it to a whole new level.
You knew what was happening and seeing it felt like a stab to the heart. You slowly sat down in front of him, keeping space between you as to not worsen his panic.
“Buck, it’s okay.” You cooed. “Can you hear me right now?”
His gaze shifted to you, finally making eye contact, which gave you an answer.
“Okay, can you try to breathe with me? Deep breath…in 1…2…3” You exaggeratedly took large, slow inhale to lead him. “Out 1…2…3…”
You repeated the example, guiding until he finally started to follow along with you. “Good, you’re doing good. Do you know where you are?”
“….hotel. We’re on a mission?”
“Good, that’s right, good. It’s okay. You’re safe.” With a gentle and caring tone, you spoke to him, hoping to bring a sense of peace to the turmoil that was raging within him. Your heart felt heavy as you seen the pain that was laced within him, and you wished so badly that you could erase it all. You’d been scared you weren’t doing the right things, but his increasing improvement made you more confident.
“Can I touch you?”
He nodded.
You supportively placed your hand on top of his, stroking your thumb over his skin in a soothing manner. He initially flinched but didn’t pull away. “Starting to calm down now?”
“Yeah.” He released a long heavy breath and wiped the wetness off his eyelids with his free hand.
You sat silently with him, providing that tender, tactile support as he as he worked to regain his composure and steady his breathing. As he gradually calmed down, you noticed the shame creeping over him, causing his cheeks to flush red and his gaze to avert from yours.
“I didn’t want you to see this shit.” He finally said after minutes of silence.
“It’s fine-“
“Fuckin embarrassing is what it is.”
“No, stuff happens. I’m not gonna judge, ya know? I understand. I know what having panic attacks is like.” You revealed in attempt to make him feel more seen.
He slightly shook his head, at himself instead of towards to you, but he stayed silent.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” He paused for a moment, he licked his lips and hung his head even lower. “‘M used to it. Get ‘em bout every night.”
“The panic attacks?”
“Nightmares. Those sometimes comes after though.”
“Oh.” You whispered, feeling like something in you had just shattered. “About hydra?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna talk about it?” You offered carefully.
“Nothing you should hear. My head’s a fucked up place.” He laughed humorlessly.
“Try me.”
He hesitated for a moment, you assumed he was debating on wether or not he should trust you with such a heavy part of himself. “Basically all memories. Not so much dreams, more so just stuff that’s already happened. Flashbacks I guess.”
As his mouth parted to speak, only to close again, you knew that he wasn’t finished so you waited patiently, allowing him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.
“Most of the time it’s…you know…what I’ve done. People I’ve killed. It’s….of course it’s horrible. Pretty gruesome but uh….I’ve gotten better at dealing with those, it’s still….I just get em so much that I can calm down faster now. But sometimes…it’s the shit Hydra did to me and it’s just….I’d get punished a lot. Some kinda torture or beatings, I’ll spare you the details.”
You continued to stroke his hand and stayed silent, not wanting to push him.
“But uh…they had this chair. Um, I’d get strapped down and they’d electrocute me. That’s how they’d…ya know. And I’d always end up there for a wipe after I fucked up. Or even if I didn’t. I don’t what’s worse honestly…the sick twisted shit they’d come up with or the wipe but…but reliving all that….”
“That’s fucking terrifying.”
“Yeah. Yeah, terrifying is an understatement. Sometimes…it’s hard to feel safe after that.”
His breathing started to pick up again. The cracks in his voice made it clear he was starting to get overwhelmed.
You then firmly grasped his hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. “It’s okay, you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t like to think about all that. I try to never actually. It’s like…obviously it’s…I can’t describe how fucking awful. But at the same time, if I do think about it, it’s like I’m ignoring all the evil shit I’ve done. And that’s not fair to everyone I’ve wronged. So then….if I never think about or deal with the torture….when I have to relive it in these goddamn nightmares…it just fucks me up worse. And my fucking luck is one of the few times it happens is when I’m sharing a room with someone.”
Your heart sank to the floor, your own eyes were watering at this point from getting just this small glimpse of his pain. “I’m so sorry, Buck. Hell, I don’t even know what to say right now. I wish I could do more to help.”
“You’re doing enough.“
“You didn’t deserve it, ya know? I don’t know everything that went on but you never deserved to suffer like that.”
“Half-debatable. At certain point it had to become karma for the suffering I was causing myself.” He shrugged solemnly.
“That’s not true. You had no control.”
He sighed exasperatedly, filled with a sad frustration directed at himself. He put his face in his palm. “We’ve had that conversation. You already know I don’t see it that way.”
“Yeah but I hope one day you will. And I’ll die before I stop trying to get it through your head that you’re innocent. You know you’re strong, right? So damn strong to be holding it together right now. After going through all that pain and to still be here and be a good man? To come as far as you have. I’ve never met anyone as strong as you.”
“We can agree to disagree but I appreciate it….and thanks sitting with me and calming me down and all that.”
“Of course.”
“I’m sorry about earlier. This is why…I didn’t wanna share. And this is….one…of the reasons I don’t like sleeping in a bed. Makes the nightmares worse sometimes. That’s not your fault though, so I shouldn’t’ve…I just didn’t want you to know.”
“It’s alright. I get it now.”
“I shouldn’t’ve took it out on you. I really am sorry.”
“Buck, I get why you were upset. Well kinda, I honestly can’t imagine even a fraction of what you go through.”
“Goin a little far with the pity.” He grew a tiny smirk.
“Compassion.” You corrected. “And I can’t help it, I mean…not to get all sappy, but I care about you. A lot.”
His smirk morphed into a smile and you mirrored it. You wrapped your arm around him and laid your head on his shoulder, Bucky then slowly encircled you with his own arms. You knew the hug was Bucky's way of wordlessly affirming that he cared about you too.
“Didn’t know Mr. Grumpy was capable of hugging.”
“Consider it a one time gift.”
You chuckled in response but then an idea entered your mind.
“You think it’d help if I slept with you?” You asked softly.
He gave you a cheeky grin. “Could at least take me out to dinner first.”
“You know what I meant.”
He sighed. “Not to be an ass but I literally just told you I don’t like beds?”
“No dumb ass, I mean down here.”
He tilted his head and gave a tight lipped frown. “You don’t gotta do that.”
“No. But if it’d help you feel more comfortable, then I want to.”
He didn’t answer at first but because his face had always been an open book, revealing every emotion with striking transparency, he wore an expression that was etched with heartbreaking gratitude.
“Yeah…we can try that.” He whispered, as if he was in shock.
With gentle movements, you plucked the blanket and pillow from the bed and nestled yourself beside him. As you lay towards him, your faces drew closer, until they were mere inches apart. You could feel his warm breath caressing your skin. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you both gazed into each other's eyes, it was almost hypnotic. There was no awkwardness when it should have been expected, instead, a comforting feeling washed over you. You were consumed by excitement, tinged with a soothing calmness. Sure, it was paradoxical, but it was consuming and left you lost in the moment.
“Um…” Bucky started hesitantly but then cut himself off, he bit his bottom lip nervously.
Before you had a chance to even consider the words, they spilled from your lips. You were surprised with your own spontaneity, but the question had already slipped. “You wanna cuddle?”
It was as if you read his mind, you could practically see all the anxiety melt off Bucky before he pulled you into his chest. “This okay?” He asked.
“Mhm.” You replied, allowing yourself to sink into the comforting warmth of his body, all while listening to the soft thumps of his heart beating. It was a new intimacy that strangely felt familiar and natural, like everything had suddenly fallen into place.
You heard him yawn and you hummed fondly at how cute it was. “Goodnight, Buck.”
Tenderly, he leaned in and softly placed his lips upon your forehead, holding them there for a fleeting moment before settling his chin atop your head.
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Bucky straddled your lap, his hand cupping your face as he devoured you in a passionate kiss that unraveled you with each flick of his tongue. His other hand roamed to less innocent regions of your body, exploring them with a touch that was both bold and tender.
He repositioned and pressed you down onto the couch, towering over you as his tongue continued to dance in your mouth. You were both breathless, and desiring more. He proceeded to plant kisses on your jawline before moving down to nibble on your neck.
He suddenly stopped, muttering against your skin. “You wanna move to your room? Have a little more space for this?”
“You know what’s funny?”
“Hm?”
“How before we got together, you hated beds, but now you want in my sheets every damn second.” You teased.
“Well…feels a lot more pleasant now.”
“Weird way to say ‘I’m always horny’.”
“I’m making up for 80 some years. And like you aren’t, you’re worse than me half the time.”
“Definitely worked up now, so get me to the bed and we’ll go as many rounds as you want, pervert.”
“Fuck you.” He laughed.
“I’m waiting for it.”
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dear-ao3 · 1 year ago
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greetings my friends, romans and fellow countrymen. the time has come once again for me to spin you a yarn of a ridiculous, but absolutely true, tale.
is it candles again, saph? nay.
delaware, then? regrettably, no.
it is a ghost.
as you may know, katya (the other mod on this account) and i have recently moved into an apartment together, which is something that should have never been allowed but alas someone gave us adult money the power to make silly decisions and we went buck wild.
said apartment is weird and old. it may have been a hotel at one point. the building is entirely crooked, and we have 70s parquet floors, popcorn ceilings and a heat lamp in our bathroom.
katya was at the apartment (hereafter referred to as "the popcorn palace") before i was and one night about a week ago called me at 9pm to say "holy shit bestie i think i just saw a mouse"
mice in apartment buildings are not uncommon. and i said as much.
katya searched the whole apartment for the mouse or evidence of mice and came up empty. it was only then that katya told me that he had been sitting in the dining room at the time of the mouse sighting and thought that he had seen it out of the corner of his eye. and, that he was prone to seeing things that weren't there. and he was also tired.
nevertheless !!! katya went down to the front desk and said hello we have a mouse and the front desk said ok bet an exterminator will be there on tuesday.
a few days goes by. there are no more mouse sightings.
and then i moved in.
the day of the move in i woke up at 6am, drove 3.5 hours with my dad blasting a playlist of billy joel, pitbull and children's music, scrubbed crusty vomit out of my sisters new dorm room's carpets for 11 hours and finally arrived at the popcorn palace at 1am. to put it simply, i was exhausted.
katya was not at the popcorn palace that night. this is a crucial detail.
i went to shower around 2am and afterwards was standing at the sink brushing my teeth. out of the corner of my eye. i see something small run across the carpet in the hall.
my first thought was holy shit its the mouse
my second thought was wait a minute did i really see it
i went into the hall, half naked, and searched for the mouse. i found nothing. and then i went to bed.
the following day when katya spawned in i said, oh by the way i may have seen the mouse, but it was 2am and i had been up for 20 hours and it was out of the corner of my eye.
and katya looked me in the eyes and said.
"hey bestie. what if its a ghost. what if we have a ghost mouse."
it is important to note that neither of us believe in ghosts.
we named the ghost mouse desperaux.
you may think this is the end of the tale, but no.
nay! weary reader!
last night katya, fennec (katyas partner) and i were all in the apartment. we were up late dealing with a situation. at about 12:50am we all said goodnight and went to bed.
i turned off the bathroom light, the hall light, and then closed my door and hopped on tumblr for a few minutes. katya and fennec were still awake and at about 1am i saw the hall light turn on. i was like hm. they must still be awake. and so i went to bed.
i woke up at 7am to get ready for work and noticed that the hall light was still on. i figured that they must have forgotten to turn it off.
i turn off the hall light on my way to the bathroom and go about business as usual. katya comes out of his room to go make coffee and i say casually.
"oh bestie, why was the hall light on all night?"
and katya says "i thought you turned it on"
and i said "i was already in my room when it turned on"
katya looked concerned.
and i said "i turned the light off before i went to bed and i heard you guys still awake and then the light went on so i figured you went into the hall and forgot to turn it off"
and then katya said, very slowly, with fear in his eyes, "we were still in my room when the light went on because fennec got up to go check that the door was locked and said "oh the hall light is on, saph must have turned it on"
we both stared at each other in mild shock horror. do we have a ghost? it seems likely. did the ghost mouse turn on the hall light? potentially.
the exterminator is coming today. hopefully he specializes in ghosts.
we will keep you updated.
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this-aint-massachusetts · 11 months ago
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more FNaF hcs because the tism™️ is telling me to info dump
sorry if some of these are the same as the last one I forget which ones I put before 🙁
-When Mike was chasing after the car he tripped scraped his knee broke his ankle and busted his kneecap and just gave up on life right then and there
-Mike smokes weed but he could take the tiniest tinniest hit of a bong and he’d cough up a lung so he just mainly sticks to blunts or bowls
-Abby has called 911 multiple times because she wanted to contact Vanessa but it obviously didn’t work. 
-Vanessa used to dye her hair fun colors but she can’t anymore cuz of her job but she wears colorful extensions 
-Abby’s therapist has tried so hard to hint at Mike that he should get an autism diagnosis because his sister has one and he still hasn’t picked up on it despite showing clear traits of autism 
-When golden Freddy and Abby left the cab he just handed Cory a piece of paper with ‘one million dollars’ scribbled on it in green crayon. Cory was to scared to say no he just was like “yeah ok sure” and then cried 
-Mike and Abby did not go to Aunt Janes funeral they instead went to Dave and Busters and played arcade games while their entire extended family blew up Mikes Nokia phone
-Aunt Jane was a “wine mom” and was in heavy denial of being an alcoholic 
-Abby really likes bugs and puts them in her pockets but Mike is terrified of bugs so he freaks out whenever he sees them crawling on her or in her laundry 
-Vanessa apologizes to people while arresting them
-The animatronics consider the cupcake to be their puppy and get confused when people think he’s a menace
-One time Doug ran into Mike and Abby at Walmart once and he just threw his thick ass lawyer wallet at then then ran away to have a panic attack. Mike and Abby bought a blow up pool that day
-Doug had to go to therapy due to Aunt Jane being an absolute fucking Karen
-Doug’s now a regular at Sparkys and is besties with Ness, he considers Ness “The son he never had”
-Bonnie kid (Jeremy) really liked Spider-Man
-Vanessa has a pitbull named Princess that she took home from an animal control call. (The dog is a fucking danger to society)
-Abby picked up on some 80s slang from the animatronics and now just says radical to everything 
-Max and her friends would be doing TikTok trends before TikTok was even a thing (stealing soap dispensers from public bathrooms, sticking pennies in electrical sockets ect)
-Vanessa is a Disney adult/hj
-There’s a rubix cube in the pizzeria that the animatronics have been trying to solve since they’ve been dead basically 
-Every night after Abby goes to bed Mike goes to the kitchen and eats shredded cheese by the handful. Abby caught him once and he cried.
-Mike is the type of person to ask those weird questions while watching movies, like: “If their underwater how are they drinking soda?”
-Mike would stuff all his emotions and feelings down till he bursts and it usually results in him locking himself in his room while having a panic attack
-Max was also a weed dealer so Mikes out of a babysitter and a plug. 
-Vanessa hates soda, loves tea tho
-Mike really likes the Care Bears and uses Abby as an excuse for liking it
-Ness uses those really cheesy pet names for Mike, some of them southern originated because I believe in southern Ness solidarity. Ex: Sweetie pie, Sugar, Doe
-Abby is really good at hide and seek but caused Mike a few panic attacks because of how well she hides
-After Freddy’s neither Mike or Abby could sleep without a nightlight so she lent Mike hers on the agreement she could sleep in his room with him. (He of course accepted)
-Mike: Where’s my Diet Coke?
Vanessa: Oh I threw it away, sodas not good for you.
Mike: Oh ok- WHAT.
-Abby still asks Mike to tie her shoes for her even though he already taught her how to tie them herself
-Mike has a very particular morning routine that he has to follow every morning and feels icky if it gets interrupted for any reason 
-Mike is more noise sensitive and Abby is more texture sensitive but Mike still hates certain textures (ex: olives)
-Mike has considered owning chickens and even went with Abby to look at little chicks but she soon started sneezing and feeling sick and that's when they found out she's allergic so that quickly got shut down
-Abby gives her stuffed animals lore and hierarchies and Ness is always asking her about it when her and Mike go into the diner
-Vanessa Has a very minimalist style not because she likes it but because she's scared of getting attached to anything she calls home which at times worries her when she's with Mike, Abby and Ness. This results in her sitting in bed, chewing on her lip thinking of constant escape plans and emergency exits in case her father ever returns, if something bad happens, etc.
-Mike likes seeing Abby draw him and pretends not to notice when she stares and tries to get the color of his shirt just right (he buys clothing in colors she has to make it easier)
-Abby is the type to point out cows and horses and will repeatedly kick Mike's seat even while he's driving until he acknowledges them
-Abby doesn’t understand why her and Mike can’t just print more money to make them rich and Mike has had to explain to to her 12837383838 times
-Ness is a theater kid (yeah if you didn’t see this coming I think you need glasses)
-Ness and Mike play lps with Abby, Abby explains all of her lps lore extensively and Ness listens to every bit of it while Mike is just like: “I love you both but wtf”
-Mike sometimes age regresses sometimes when put under pressure and Ness is literally the best caretaker ever (this one’s based on a Dreamtheory fic I read once and I fell in love with the idea)
-Ness and Mike call each other every night before going to sleep and once Mike forgot so he woke up the next morning to 300+ voicemails from Ness asking if he’s ok
okay that’s all i have for now I’ll post more later when i feel like it oki byeee 😘✌️
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Okay okay okay
Pet play with Jeff vs Graves would be soo fun to see
Jeff only really gets rough if provoked, feels awful after usually unless it's sex. Then he's probably pretty satisfied, but even then he's really not that rough. Really gotta work him up to being rough, let him blow some steam in a safe environment where he won't be afraid to be "bad."
He has his moments, overwhelmed and probably panicked, especially after Shauna and her "book club." But he's not inherently a bad dog. He's a good boy, just needy and clingy, probably a bit insecure and wary around people.
That biting issue isn't awful after being with him for awhile, probably actually able to train him over Shauna. But sometimes he'll bite if something feels too good or he's frightened, but I can't imagine putting him in his kennel again over it. They're accidents, lost in his head like last time and everyone's learning from it
Graves?
Rough and mean for the hell of it. Is not satisfied by slow sappy shit unless you really work him in, or his day was genuinely terrible. But usually? Graves is wrestling and probably straight up sparring with you for dominance that he doesn't want.
Bites bites bites all the time. You look like you were thrown to the wolves after leaving a session with Graves, cannot train this out of him. It's his god given right as a puppy. Fuck him with a dildo with a knot? It's soo over for him. Eyes rolled back and drooling everywhere. 0 thoughts in this pups brain, literally none at all as he's shooting blanks over and over again.
He's bratty, mouthy. Loves to tease and be pampered. Stressed at work? Scratch behind his ears and coo at him and he's melting away, itching for that weight of a collar around his neck.
Anyways 😭 idk if any of that makes sense but you get to have my rambles anyways!
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AHHHH I WANNA DIG A HOLE IN YOUR SKULL TO LIVE IN YOUR BRAIN AND EAT YOUR THOUGHTS!! THIS SO PERFECT😭 This is fucking perfect! I'm so sorry if none of this makes sense.
Jeff is gentle natured. Only ever violent when really pushed in a corner or someone's threatening people dear to him. He's definitely not in control of his mouth when he experiences any overwhelming emotions. He would bite his lip, the inside of his mouth or tongue and not realize. He'd start panicing or whine when he taste blood.
He just doesn't like to be treated rough at all. Rough means punishment. He needs reassurance that he's not a bad boy and that no one's mad at him.
I feel like Jeff gets let off the handle more than he should. Don't want to push him and break his trust. He's, for the most part, well behaved. If he does something wrong he's most likely going to beg for forgiveness before he could get reprimanded.
His kennel isn't really for punishment. It's more of a safe space for him. Just plushies and throw blanket. It's only ever punishment if the cage is closed.
He likes everything soft and sweet, especially nicknames. Cute one like buddy, puppy, pumpkin, etc. He loves to be spoiled. Kisses and praises more the material things.
Shauna lets him stay at your place some weekends and as much as he loves spending time with you Jeff questions why Shauna doesn't love him anymore. He definitely soooooo fucking clingy. The type of dog to wait outside the bathroom door.
Shauna probably wouldn't have much patience with training him. Would give up quickly or scold him a little too hard. Gentleness is key in reinforcing Jeff's good behavior.
Graves gives the vibe of one of those pitbulls named 'Cupcake' or 'Princess'. He can be sweet but violence is in his nature. I think he reacts violently because that's how he was treated. He's violent with both play and sex. He'll violent rip apart toys and goes through them so easily. Old wounds can never heal properly cause he just bites over them (I have a fic talking about this actually).
Graves thinks if he does his mission he'll get rewarded but is let down constantly by Shepherd. He'll finish his mission and all Shepherd gives him is a cold pat on the back and his paycheck.
Yes, Graves loves the money but he craves to be praised both cause of his ego and his deep need to be wanted. If someone wants him, they pay.
Shepherd calls him a dog with a bone. He'd somehow learn of Graves' puppy play. Use it against him and for sometime Graves let him. He's loyal to the ones he's close with and it took alot to break that trust. But seeing his men, the ones he views as a pack, die made him snap.
So now with a new 'handler' he's never going to be fully trusting. He gave it away and it backfired.
I think Graves bite more so to show ownership. Yes, he has violent tendencies but he like to see markings. It's way of him keeping some level of control. Plus he just genuinely like to do it.
Graves accept no punishment. If boundaries are crossed or his actions too severe, just go quiet for a few days to scare him. He'll think he'll be abandon and will crawl back. It's a bit cruel but it's the only thing that works.
He has money so spoiling him with gifts isn't going to win any favor. He just wants someone to 'play' with. Honestly he'd probably pay. Of course, most of the paycheck is hush money.
Graves requires a lot of energy burning activity aka sex when in his head space. He's a busy man and doesn't get to relax often. I can imagine his has those heavy chain collar. Chain him somewhere and get him to fuck himself on a knotted dildo while trying to finish work than fuck him for hours after.
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Zodiac Playlist 🌠
Aries
mars - sleeping at last
ride - lana del rey
bathroom - montell fish
fun - troye sivan
fireball - pitbull
stayin' alive - bee gees
god save our young blood - børns
anti-hero - taylor swift
talk that talk - rihanna
clumsy - fergie
Taurus
venus - sleeping at last
breakfast at tiffany's - henry mancini
chanel - frank ocean
kiss it off me - cigarettes after sex
snooze - SZA
want u around - omar apollo
habit - still woozy
peach - kevin abstract
nonsense - sabrina carpenter
talk - hozier
Gemini
mercury - sleeping at last
pov - ariana grande
mood ring baby - field medic
glittr - aldn
running wild - g eazy
island in the sun - weezer
japanese posters - rebounder
master of none - beach house
faerie soirée - melanie martinez
ways to go - grouplove
Cancer
moon - sleeping at last
where did the time go - lord huron
ho hey - the lumineers
my love mine all mine - mitski
idle town - conan gray
k. - cigarettes after sex
italo disco - last dinosaurs
glue song - beabadoobee
sea of love - cat power
fourth of july - sufjan stevens
Leo
sun - sleeping at last
dancing queen - abba
let me blow ya mind - eve, gwen stefani
money - cardi b
literal legend - ayesha erotica
kitty kat - megan thee stallion
carmen - lana del rey
my kind of woman - mac demarco
amber - 311
chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey
Virgo
mercury - sleeping at last
tell me something i don't know - selena gomez
the boat i row - tame impala
girl next door - copperpot
crying in the chapel - elvis presley
iwillbreatheintoyou - bones
down to earth - umi
bambi - clairo
virgo's groove - beyoncé
are you satisfied - marina
Libra
venus - sleeping at last
sweet talk - saint motel
lover - taylor swift
in my head - ariana grande
pink funeral - beach house
fashion - britney manson
normal girl - sza
sit still, look pretty - daya
comfort crowd - conan gray
we fell in love in october - girl in red
Scorpio
mars/pluto - sleeping at last
private - russ
dirty paws - of monsters and men
borderline - tame impala
dead to me - kali uchis
not dead yet - lord huron
i can't handle change - roar
animal - sir chloe
vigilante shit - taylor swift
death - melanie martinez
Sagittarius
jupiter - sleeping at last
here, there and everywhere - the beatles
canyon moon - harry styles
can't sleep - k. flay
sunset chaser - ragamuffs
only if - steve lacy
the balancer's eye - lord huron
youth - troye sivan
cherry bomb - the runaways
bloom later - jesse
Capricorn
saturn - sleeping at last
living on my own - freddie mercury
princess diana - ice spice
high stakes - bryson tiller
therefore i am - billie eilish
successful - ariana grande
i wouldn't ask you - clairo
radio - lana del rey
vienna - billy joel
mastermind - taylor swift
Aquarius
uranus/saturn - sleeping at last
you don't own me - saygrace
better friends - between friends
night fever - bee gees
mortal projections - djo
transparent soul - willow
she moves in her own way - the kooks
dare - gorillaz
hits different - taylor swift
arabella - arctic monkeys
Pisces
jupiter/neptune - sleeping at last
love my way - the psychedelic furs
technicolor beat - oh wonder
made for love - concorde
ivy - frank ocean
my song - labi siffre
ultimately - khai dreams
bella luna - babe rainbow
ride - wave to earth
fishtail - lana del rey
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slippinninque · 4 days ago
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Can we get another Chester from “They Cloned Tyrone” story plzzzzzz 🥹🙏🏾🥹🙏🏾🥹🙏🏾🥹
😒Busted😬
Chester x blackfemreader
In which Chester has a secret....
warnings: cursing, fluff, bit of jealousy, misunderstandings, tiny mentions of kink, very self indulgent fic, bit of a pick up from Bear Hug
Chester was hiding something from you. A week and a few days more, he hasn't been himself.
Barely home when you are, nearly runs to his room when he sees you unexpectedly, and doesn't speak. Not the normal silence that clung to him so naturally. There was nothing inviting your attention or banter--he felt too twitchy to play with.
You were his roommate which he, more than occasionally, liked to get down and sexy with. You'd like to think that there was a mutual acknowledgement of the shadow of something-more that loomed over your relationship.
This shadow that has grown into a terrible twist in your gut. A nagging worm bored into your brain after one too many vents to ReRe at the hair shop was overheard by a regular.
"I'm telling you, girl, I've been around and I know what it means for a man to be all shifty like that."
"That so, Ms. Cheryl?"
"Mhm! Ain't saying nothing against you, 'course, but a man gonna want more than chicken every night...know what I'm saying?"
You knew what she was saying. You've heard it before you retired, of course. All from clients who were too ashamed to be honest with themselves, those who wanted their cake and to eat it too.
You tired to shake it off. You ignored the empty spots where Chester would normally be. You went to work more hour and kept your mouth shut while at it. Despite the baiting gossiping floating in between press and curls, you said nothing more about your business.
What was a relationship without some secrets, anyway?
Chester has only helped you and never hurt you--what if it was something too embarrassing for him to talk about? What if he was getting to know other people? It was the longest you've gone without touching each other and you couldn't just ignore that.
The facts of it was that Chester was a grown ass man and the two of you haven't discussed exclusivity. This arrangement was more than nice but perhaps Chester was growing bored of it?
If he wanted to get bound and gagged by someone else, that was his business. You were going to let it go.
Instead, you came home early from work just to see what you would find. It felt dirty to sneak into your own house but it felt even worse to see the startled expression on Chester's face on the way out from the kitchen.
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?"
The two of you stood across from each other with the last week of tension weaving between you. Chester rolled his neck along his shoulders, still silent.
"Fine, then."
With a vicious hum, you turned towards the linen closet and jerked open the door. There was no way someone could hide in there Chester was fucking Ant-Man of all people. Chester stepped in an immediate hover and you turned to snap at him.
A sound came from the back where your bedrooms were cut you off. You bolted towards it with building fire in your chest. Was Chester doing the binding and gagging?
Chester choked before falling right behind you. Still too late, he could only watch as you doubled back to damn near kick in the bathroom door when the sound came again, louder.
"...Oh..."
Your arms were splayed to block in your would-be replacement but Chester could still see over you and down at the puppies snuffling around in a pile of linen.
Instantly melting to the floor, you took in the three little angels. Pitbull puppies, you'd know those future big-heads anywhere.
They were precious and fussy--it must have been feeding time from the way they were looking to bust out of their cozy crib at the sound of your commotion.
"Chester?"
He came into the bathroom, dragging himself down into a crouch as if waiting for sentencing. You patted the ground until he sat on his behind on the other side of the box.
"So, this is what had you all twitchy."
"The shelter needed time," Chester stared at the puppy pile, "They said they would call but..."
That would explain a lot. Keeping three mouths fed in between whatever the fuck Chester did--
"You've been taking good care of them. They're so chunky and so stinkin' cuute!"
Chester shrugged as if it were no big deal but you noticed the pleased slant to his mouth as he looked down at the puppies. There was pride on his face as he put a hand on the box's edge as if he meant to rock them.
How much this must have took for him to do. Chester didn't strike you as a type to care much for animals, let alone fostering them--but he surprised you once again.
You felt terrible. Terrible for doubting him and terrible for letting your insecurities threaten this little piece of happy you've found. You were lucky that the man you were sharing a bed with was only hiding strays in the house.
"I want to apologize to you, Bear. "
"Hm?"
"I let some broad get into my head but that's on me," you shook your head at the situation your jealousy caused, "I ended up thinking that you were looking to get another...roommate. I'm sorry for giving you the attitude, lately. "
Chester made a noise that could only be described as, Ew! You snorted, amazed at how such a little sound could give you so much relief.
"No. I'm not searching." Chester's voice was firm, his brows coming together and his expression suddenly had you feeling bared. You turned your eyes to the snuffling angels but Chester's hand appeared palm up before you.
With your hand in his, the last dregs of your anxiety faded away and you let your self shuffle about so you were side by side. Chester's palm was warm and calloused, one of the two hands that's been responsible for three little lives while you were chewing denim in between your insecurities.
"I'm sorry to make you feel as if you had to hide this from me." You apologized again, "This is your house too. If you wanted to bring a flippin' llama in here--you could."
"I did not intend for this to go this far and I...did mean to tell you. I heard them when it was dark and I..."
Chester stopped. You realized it was more so a Chester Thing rather than a You Thing. There were some things that he was working through, something Chester didn't have to say out loud for you to understand.
It was normal for someone to bring home a box of kittens or puppies, who could ignore their cries in the night? You were beginning to think that it wasn't normal for someone like Chester. He seemed...ashamed by it.
You broke the silence to ask lightly, "Did you have any names for them?"
"Small," he gestured towards the cinnamon-toasted puppy smooshed between the other two, "Medium," the snuffling blue-grey puppy, "and, Large." The obvious biggest of the trio, jet black and the loudest with their displeasure of being kept waiting.
Good Lord. You turned away but couldn't hold in your laugh. Chester huffed and tugged you closer to fall into him and you giggled now as he narrowed his eyes at you.
"Well, what names would be best?"
"Oh, baby, I don't know. I'm just giving you shit."
Chester sucked his teeth and made to scoot away from you, but you only followed after throwing an arm around his neck.
"Okay! Okayokayokay--we can come up with something good between the two of us! Let's think..."
The next two hours consisted of you and Chester relocating the puppies to your room while you ping-ponged potential names with good ol' Merriam-Webster. You watched as Chester tenderly cleaned and fed the puppies before redressing their box, adding a plushie at your insistence.
Once their bellies were full--the puppies cuddled together in a corner with their new fox friend and settled down. The attention span you would have spent on putting together dinner was spent on a quick order for pizza order.
"Okay, one more time for good luck," You said as you Chester came back from getting your food from the deliveryman,
"We have Tiny, Minnie, and Stout. Formally known as 'small', 'medium', and 'large'. How'd we feel? Is that fitting for these girls?"
"Feels good." Chester said after a beat of though, "Better than...before."
"Don't beat yourself up, naming babies is hard, man."
Chester rewarded you with a rare smile, wide enough to show "Very much worth it, though."
The two of you ate pizza from the box on the floor, when you came back from getting the drinks--Chester turned on the TV. When you sat beside him and leaned onto his shoulder, his arm went around your waist. He was initiating a lot of contact which was frisky for Chester.
You looked up at Chester to see him already staring at you with warm, affectionate eyes. Heart flipped, you shoved your pizza into your mouth. It didn't stop you from smiling though.
"You are my roommate." Chester leaned in to be sure he was heard, "No one else would ever suffice."
"Thank you, Bear." The reassurance was sudden but it wiped away a few smudges from your heart. The way he said 'roommate' replaced any seeds of doubt in your mind with flower buds, this event forever a reminder that you could trust Chester.
Hearing Chester say that no one could replace you...that was priceless, though.
You cleared your throat and looked to the box, "Say...they're pretty young to be going so soon. Should we hold onto them for a while? Just until they're a bit older, you think?"
"Agreed." Chester said readily, "When it's time for their shots, you will have to come along. They'll cry."
"Agreed." You nodded, "I'll step up and help out with these babies. No more secret Baby Daddy-ing without me, okay?"
Chester nodded slowly but once again, sure. Agreed.
You grinned and pulled one of the throw blankets from your bed to drag over your laps, Chester reached for another slice with his eyes were on the puppies when one stirred.
It's never felt so good to be so wrong. You felt like you were glowing as you plotted how to truly apologize to Chester.
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✨ending notes✨: thank you to the anon who submitted the ask about Chester! I love him so, I swear I do! 🤣 I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoyed a bit of fluff! This was very self indulgent and I will be bringing back these puppies lmao! 😌tell me what you think and as always, thank you so much for reading!!! 💜✨💕💖✨
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lousypotatoes · 2 months ago
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Red Wine
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"So we back in the club
With our bodies rockin' from side to side, side-side to side, uh
Thank God the week is done
I feel like a zombie gone back to life, back-back to life~"
DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love - USHER, Pitbull
Previous Next
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Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine
You guys are on my mind
You asked me what I wanted to be
And I think the answer is plain to see
I wanna be famous
I wanna live close to the sun
So pack your bags 'cause I've already won
Nothing to do, nothing in my way
I'll get there one day
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be famous
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be famous~
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Y/N was sleeping soundly in her bed, her pajamas snug to her skin, and the warm blanket covering her body.
All was well, until stupid Chris decided to wake everyone with that stupid horn.
Y/N, and all the other girls in the cabin woke with a start, freaked out by the sound.
"Is he seriously going to wake us up this early in the morning?" Y/N groaned.
"I hate him so much," Bridgette sighed, getting down from the top bunk.
"Campers!" Chris shouted from the megaphone. "I want all your butts outside in ten minutes!"
"I'm lighting myself on fire," Y/N mumbled, as she started to get ready for the day.
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All of the team members stood outside the cabin, waiting for Chris' instructions.
"Morning!" Chris said in a way too chipper voice. "Hope you slept well."
"Hi, Chris, you look really buff in those shorts," Heather said, making Y/N want to gag.
"I know," Chris winked. "Okay, I hope you're all ready, because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute!"
"Um what do you mean in one minute?" Y/N spoke up.
"I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast," Owen sheepishly said.
"Oh, you'll get breakfast, Owen," Chris smirked. "Right after you complete your twenty-kilometer run around the lake!"
"Oh, so you're funny now?" Eva remarked, walking up to Chris.
"You know what I think would be funny?" Eva asked, Duncan and Geoff trying to hold her back.
"Eva, please try to control your temper," Y/N reasoned.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Eva snarled at Chris.
"A little," Chris smiled. "You have thirty seconds."
~Confessionals~
"Okay, Eva is actually kinda cool, but seriously she needs to learn how to control herself," Y/N explained. "She's already thrown her suitcase out the window and broken the lock on one of the bathroom doors."
--
"Okay runners!" Chris called out.
Most of the campers were in position to start running. Y/N decided that she was going to run the first half of it, and walk the other half, not wanting to tire herself out too much.
"On your marks, get set, go!"
People like Y/N and Trent immediately began to sprint, but then there were people like Harold and Heather who opted to walk instead.
~Confessionals~
"I don't run," Heather said. "And I definitely don't run in high heeled wedges."
--
After about an hour, Y/N decided to slow down, stopping for a moment to catch her breath.
"Chris should have given us water," Y/N panted. "Holy shit, that was a lot."
"I didn't know you could run like that," Duncan said out of nowhere, making Y/N jump. "Seeing you run makes me feel a little bit self-conscience."
"Duncan!" Y/N exclaimed. "You scared me!"
"My bad, sweetheart," Duncan laughed.
"How the hell did you catch up with me?" Y/N asked, the two of them walking. "I'm like, one of the farthest ahead."
"It's not that hard to run, you know," Duncan playfully scoffed. "Are you calling me fat, Y/N?"
"Sure, whatever you wanna believe," Y/N said, too tired to defend herself.
"Not even gonna try to deny it?" Duncan asked. "I like that in a girl."
"That makes no sense at all," Y/N said.
"Woah, Y/N!" Chris said, driving buy the two of them on a mini motorcycle. "You're the farthest ahead, I'm impressed."
"Uh, thanks?" Y/N said.
"Surprised to see you here, Duncan," Chris said. "Thought you would of been all the way in the back."
"Eat shit, McLain!" Duncan snapped.
"There's no need to get so vulgar," Chris chuckled. "Anyways, if you're not back by dinner time, you don't eat! So you two might want to pick up the pace."
And with that, Chris drove away.
"Ugh, I hate that guy so much," Duncan frowned.
"I think everyone here does," Y/N said. "How many piercings do you have?"
"Why you asking?" Duncan asked.
"Cause I want to tear them all out," Y/N sad bluntly. "You dumbass, I'm bored and I want to get to know you. Is that allowed?"
"Sorry," Duncan laughed. "No one's ever asked me that, it caught me off guard, my bad."
"So?"
"Oh, right," Duncan sheepishly said. "I have one on my lip, two on my both my ears, and one eyebrow."
"So, five in total?"
"Yup,"
"Cool,"
"I guess,"
There was an awkward silence for a moment, the two of the continuing to walk.
"How long have you had your nose ring?" Duncan asked.
"Only a couple of months," Y/N said. "It was my birthday gift from my dad."
"Did you do it yourself?"
"Nah, I was too scared to,"
"Lame,"
"Go fuck yourself,"
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After about an hour and a half, Duncan and Y/N finally made it to the mess hall.
"Chris," Y/N snapped as they walked in. "If I don't get something to drink, I'm setting this whole island on fire."
"Calm down," Chris said. "Since you two are the first ones here, you guys get the privilege of water."
"Water isn't a privilege, but thanks, I guess," Y/N took a water bottle from Chris and handing one to Duncan.
"It is in Africa," Duncan said.
Y/N hit Duncan over the head with her water bottle.
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Y/N laid her head down on one of the tables, watching the rest of the campers arrive.
Each one looked more tired than the last, all of them looking like they were going to pass out.
"Clear a table, stat!" Owen suddenly said, barging in.
He was carrying a passed-out Noah and set him down on the other table.
"Oh, God, is he okay?" Y/N asked as Owen started doing CPR on Noah.
"What took you so long?" Courtney whined as Harold arrived. "We just lost the challenge!"
"I think I'm having heart palpitations," Harold said, clutching his chest.
"Hey, wait a minute," Gwen said. "If they lost, that means we won the challenge.
Everyone on the Screaming Gophers started cheering, even Noah who had mysteriously just now woken up.
"Woah there, hold your horses, guys," Chris laughed. "That wasn't the challenge."
"What did you just say?" Gwen asked.
"Who's hungry?" Chris asked as purple curtain opened up, revealing a buffet of delicious food.
Y/N almost burst into tears at the sight of all that food.
There was turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls, gravy, pie, sausage, bacon, and all of Y/N's favorites.
~Confessionals~
"No joke, when I saw that, I was literally about to start bawling," Y/N said. "It was better than other buffet I've been too."
--
~Confessionals~
"And then I saw it!" Owen said. "The buffet table! It was beautiful. There was turkey, and baked beans, and maple syrup. Can I have a minute?"
Owen then started to cry
--
Y/N groaned in pain, clutching her bloated stomach. She was now beginning to regret eating all that food.
But at the same time, she wished she ate more.
"Okay campers!" Chris said with the megaphone. "Time for part two of your challenge!"
"I thought eating was the second part," Owen said, his mouth full.
"What more do you want from us?" Gwen asked.
"Weird goth girl is right," Heather agreed, making Gwen glare at her. "Haven't we been through enough?"
"Um, let me think about that," Chris said. "No!"
"It's time for the Awake-a-thon!"
"The what-a-thon?" Owen asked.
"Don't worry," Chris said. "This is an easy one. The team with the last camper standing wins invincibility."
"So, what you're saying is that the twenty-kilometer run that we did, and all that food we just ate was to make it harder for us to stay awake?" Y/N asked.
"That's right Y/N!" Chris smiled.
"Damn, he's good," Y/N frowned.
"Move! Move! Move!" Chris exclaimed.
"How long do you think it'll be before everyone's out cold?" Duncan said as him and Y/N walked out the mess hall.
"Mhm maybe an hour," Y/N answered, but then she saw Owen already looking like he was about to pass out.
"Maybe less,"
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Twelve hours later, and Y/N already felt like she was dying.
All of the campers, including her, had dark circles under their eyes.
"Woohoo!" Owen said. "I can do this in my sleep!"
Owen then passed out, falling asleep.
"I knew he was going to be the first one to go," Y/N mumbled.
~Confessionals~
"The Awake-a-thon was definitely the most brutal thing I've ever done in my life," Gwen said
--
"This is the most boring thing I've ever done in my life," Y/N heard Gwen say.
"Could be way worse," Trent yawned.
"Oh yeah?" Gwen asked. "How?"
"Well, I could be stuck here without you to talk to," Trent smiled.
Y/N and Duncan fake gagged.
~Confessionals~
"So, my strategy is to get two other campers to form an alliance with me and take to the final three," Heather smirked. "The only question is who can I find that is either desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?"
--
"Duncan," Y/N said. "If I die because of this stupid challenge, promise me you'll play Britney Spears at my funeral."
"You like Britney Spears?" Duncan laughed. "I should of know you'd be into white girl music."
"I don't know whether to be offended or to laugh," Y/N scoffed. "What do you listen to then?"
"Green Day or Avril Lavigne," Duncan yawned.
"You listen to Avril Lavigne?" Y/N laughed.
"Did I say that?" Duncan corrected himself. "Nah, I like uh, blink-182."
"You can't make fun of me for liking Britney when you like Avril," Y/N giggled.
"Fine," Duncan sighed. "I like Avril Lavigne, a lot. But you gotta promise not to tell anyone."
"Your secret's safe with me," Y/N smiled.
"Good,"
"So what's your favorite song from her?"
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They had just now passed the twenty-four-hour mark, Y/N and Duncan were still awake, but barely.
The one's who fell asleep on the Killer Bass Team were Harold, Bridgette, Katie, and Sadie.
"Favorite snack?" Y/N asked.
"Probably pretzels," Duncan replied. "What about you?"
"Umm F/S," Y/N said.
"Good choice," Duncan nodded. "Uh, favorite drink?"
"Probably-"
Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of Tyler screaming.
"What the hell?" Y/N giggled.
"Congratulations campers!" Chris said. "You've made it to the twenty-four-hour mark. Time to take things up a notch!"
Chris took a white sheet off of a big lump, revealing a big pile of books.
"Fairytales," Chris smirked.
"Oh, he's not serious," Gwen frowned.
Y/N had to cover up her mouth to keep from laughing when she saw Chef dressed in a pink sheep suit, holding a harp.
Chris cleared his throat before he started to read.
"Once upon a time," he said very slowly. "There was, inside this boring kingdom, a boring village. And inside this boring, sleepy village, filled with very boring children, who did very boring things...."
"I have died and gone to Hell," Y/N mumbled. "That is the only explanation for this."
"At least we're in Hell together," Duncan smirked.
"You wish," Y/N scoffed.
Out of nowhere, Chef appeared again, but this time, he was wearing a pink ballerina outfit.
Y/N could only stare in shock and in amusement.
He started dancing, throwing sparkles at the campers, which made them yawn.
"What the hell did I sign up for?" Y/N yawned.
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It had now been officially forty hours since the challenge started.
Y/N didn't even know how she was still awake.
"Uhhh, favorite movie?" she asked.
"Die Hard, all the way," Duncan answered.
"Ugh, of course you like Die Hard," Y/N scoffed.
"What's not to like?" Duncan said. "There's action, and guns, and people die."
"I know, I've seen the movie,"
"What's your favorite movie then since you wanna judge so much, huh?"
"You promise not to laugh?" she yawned.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," he also yawned.
"Beauty and the Beast," Y/N said.
"I knew you would be into the cheesy love stories," Duncan laughed.
"I think it's romantic," Y/N said, hitting Duncan's arm. "And besides, you can't beat the classics."
"Die Hard is a classic,"
"Beauty and the Beast is more of a classic,"
"No it's not,"
"Literally yes it is,"
"No it is-"
Y/N and Duncan's bickering got cut of by the sight of Owen sleep walking.
Now normally, this wouldn't of of bothered them, and they would of went back to bickering over Die Hard and Beauty and the Beast.
But Owen was completely naked.
Y/N's eyed widened as she saw his clothes strewn on the ground a few feet away from her and Duncan.
Y/N and Duncan looked at each other, looks of disbelief and disgust on their face.
"I think I might barf,"
~Confessionals~
"Did I mention that I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup?" Owen said. "Funny thing about baked beans they make me sleepwalk."
--
Duncan and Y/N were leaning their backs on each other.
She felt like her eyebags were burning themselves into her skin.
"You still awake?" Duncan asked.
"Unfortunately," Y/N said. "It's like I'm so tired that I'm not tired anymore. Does that make sense?"
"I have no idea, sweetheart," Duncan asked. "Favorite TV show?"
"Friends," she replied. "Favorite color?"
"Neon green, obviously,"
"Oh, don't be a smartass,"
"You like it, I know you do,"
"Uh-huh, I like it so much,"
The two of them sat there without saying a word. Y/N looked up at the dark starry sky.
"I can't wait for this challenge to be over," she finally said.
"You and me both," Duncan yawned. "At least I have you to talk to,"
"Keep all that mushy stuff to yourself," Y/N slightly giggled.
"You know what I meant," Duncan scoffed, lightly punching her arm.
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It had been fifty one hours since the challenge started.
Y/N felt like she was getting ready to go crazy.
"Look at him," she heard Gwen say. "He's like a statue!"
Y/N looked up and saw that Gwen was talking about Justin
He was standing upright and his eyes were completely open, not blinking once.
Y/N raised hey eyebrows in doubt.
"He hasn't moved in over fifty hours!"
Gwen and Trent then started to make noises, hoping that Justin would blink or acknowledge them.
He didn't.
"Amazing, look at the concentration," Gwen said.
Y/N, smelling the bullshit, stood up and walked over to where Justin was. She poked him in the face, and he stirred.
He opened his eyes
Turns out his eyelids were painted.
Gwen gasped, while Y/N smirked in satisfaction.
"His eyelids are painted I saw it!" Eva yelled.
"Get out!" Chris said in disbelief. "Oh, I've got to see this."
Chris walked over to where Justin was standing and started to inspect his face.
"That is so crazy incredible!" Chris exclaimed. "But, you're still out dude."
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Eighty five hours.
It had been eighty five hours.
Is this what Hell is like?
Is this karma for some of the bad things Y/N did?
Y/N didn't even know if she was alive.
The only people that were awake were Heather, Trent, Gwen, Y/N, Duncan, and Eva.
Y/N sat on a log, watching as Duncan put a sleeping Harold's hand in a cup of warm water.
"Oh, gross it works!" Duncan exclaimed. "Dude peed his pants."
Y/N wanted to laugh, but felt like she didn't have the energy to.
Harold gasped when he woke up, trying to cover himself up.
She looked around and saw everyone who was out of the challenge begin to wake up.
If this were any other circumstance, she would have peed her pants from laughing so hard when she saw Noah cuddling Cody and kissing his earlobe.
"I'd kill for a coffee right now," Gwen yawned.
"Literally same," Y/N smiled, getting a small smile from Gwen in return.
"What is the matter with you people?" Chris sipped on his coffee. "Come on, fall asleep already!"
"You gotta hook me up, man!" Gwen said, pulling on Chris' leg. "I'll even eat the grinds! Anything!"
Chris shook Gwen off him.
"Alright, you six stay with me," Chris said to the people who stayed awake. "The rest of you go and get a shower for Heaven's sake! You stink!"
Y/N rubbed her eyes as all the other campers walked off.
"I didn't want it to come to this. I said that to Chef Hatchet last night," Chris said. "I said 'Chef, I don't want it to come to this, but damn it, these campers are tough' and so I've come up with the most boring sleep inducing activity I can find."
~Confessionals~
"Oh come on, what now?" Gwen said. "Okay you know what? Bring it on!"
--
~Confessionals~"
"There's nothing more boring than trying to stay awake for eighty hours," Y/N grumbled. "Whatever he thinks of is going to be a piece of cake."
--
Chris pulled out a large, thick, red book.
"The history of Canada," he smugly said. "A pop-up book. Chapter one, the beaver. National symbol, and a 'real' fine hat."
Everyone groaned and grumbled.
"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep," Duncan mumbled, sitting next to her as Chris droned on and on about a dumb beaver.
"You too," Y/N whispered, staring at the ground.
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Now there were only four people left.
Gwen, Trent, Duncan, and Y/N.
Y/N smirked when she saw that Chris was also getting tired.
"Trent!" Gwen said suddenly.
Y/N looked and saw that Trent collapsed on the ground, fast asleep.
"Don't leave me!" she said.
"Time for a bathroom break!" Chris suddenly said. "Any takers?"
"I've held it for this long, I can go all day!"
Duncan looked like he about to burst.
"Yea, but can you hold it for another ten chapters?" Gwen smirked.
"You've got five minutes," Chris said. "As long as you don't mind a little company."
Gwen sighed.
"Y'know, you and Trent would be cute together," Y/N smiled.
"Really? You think so?" Gwen asked.
"Totally,"
"Thanks," Gwen smiled. "You and Duncan look cute together, too."
"Not my type," Y/N scoffed.
"Uh-huh, whatever you tell yourself."
Y/N closed her eyes for a second, only a second, but didn't want to open them back up.
So she didn't.
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Before she knew it, Y/N was being woken up to vote who she wanted to go home.
Y/N didn't really know who to vote for, so she chose someone random.
She didn't remember who though, since she was on the brink of death.
Everyone on the Killer Bass looked like they wanted to sleep for the next month.
Y/N felt the same way, except she wanted to sleep for the rest of her life.
She sat on a stump next to Duncan. She had to force herself to keep her eyes open, because she knew that if she closed them, even for a second, she was going to collapse.
"You've all cast your votes and made your decision," Chris said. "There are only nine marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and leave. And you can never come back. Ever."
"The first marshmallow goes to Y/N,"
Y/N very slowly walked up and claimed her marshmallow.
"Duncan,"
"Bridgette,"
"Courtney,"
"Katie and Sadie,"
Both of the squealed making Y/N cringe.
"Tyler,"
"DJ,"
"Geoff,"
The last two that were left without a marshmallow was Eva and Harold.
"Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening," Chris said, staying silent for a few moments for the dramatic effect.
Y/N ate her marshmallow, not really caring in that moment who stayed and who went home.
All she really focused on was how good this marshmallow was.
Were marshmallows always this delicious?
"Harold," Chris finally said.
Harold smiled and claimed his marshmallow.
"Eva, the Dock of Shame awaits,"
"Nice," Eva seethed. "Really nice. Who needs this stupid fucking TV show anyway?"
As Eva stomped away, she stopped and kicked Chris in the shin.
"Ow!" Chris yelled. "Have a good night's sleep tonight, you're all safe."
~Confessionals~
"I feel bad for Eva, but not really," Y/N said. "From what I heard from Bridgette, she was acting totally crazy. You can't act like raging psycho and then get mad at people when they don't forgive you."
--
~Confessionals~
"So Eva was one of their strongest players," Heather smirked. "And now she's gone. I am so running this game."
--
Y/N trudged off back to her bunk, not even bothering to say goodnight to Duncan or anyone else.
She would explain to him another time, but for now, all she really cared about was getting some sleep.
Without putting her pajamas on, she fell asleep as soon as her hit the pillow.
She hoped that the next challenge wasn't as brutal as this one.
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if i had to stay awake for eighty hours straight, i would probably commit a felony tbh
AINT NO WAY IM STAYIN UP FOR THAT LONG
stay safe and drink lots of water <33
xoxo, Issy
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