#this is pre-divorce and everything is fine

[gay-dorito-dust]

How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)

Dick: he’s insulted.

Gutted.

He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.

‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’

He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.

He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.

Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)

Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.

It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.

He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.

Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)

Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀

When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.

You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.

Damian:

As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.

Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.

So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.

‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.

Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.

So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.

He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.

He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.

[charlesxavierthirster3000]

Denim — C. Xavier

Pairing: 60s (First Class)!Charles Xavier x GN!Reader

Summary: Charles takes you out, but you're quite the fussy shopper. (Pls spare me idk how to write summaries 😥)

CW/Tags: suggestive content, pre-beach divorce Charles, no use of Y/N (there never will be on my blog), don't like don't read.

A/N: Huzzah guys I'm finally writing !!!! This prolly won't get much traction bc it's not Logan but fuck it we ball 🔥🔥 This has been rotting in Docs for like a week and I just finished it like 15 mins ago so here we go.. 😁 Also I wrote this as Fem!Reader in mind but I realised it could be GN so I'll just put it as that :3

WC: 461 / Navigation

Divider credits (They're so cute istg bro) here and here

Charles Xavier was not your sugar daddy. He could believe he was all he wanted, but your very minimal amount of dignity drew the line at that title.

The man could buy you everything you ever even thought of — which was fairly easy, considering his mutation — yet you wouldn't admit it even if you had 8 fully loaded AK-47s pointed at your face.

“Just get it, for God's sake,” Charles drawled, nodding at the pair of mid-blue bootcut jeans you'd been fawning over for what felt like half his lifetime. 

When you give the gorgeous denim another doubtful up-down, he gets up from his concerningly squeaky stool bordering the men’s section and reaches for your wrist.

“It would take immense effort to make me go bankrupt, sweetheart.” He places his credit card in your palm, gently forcing your fingers over it with a short smile. It's not the first time he's done this, and it most definitely won't be the last.

“I have a pair just like thi—” you try to argue weakly, but the gloved hand over your mouth leaves you no choice but to shut your gob. God, this man was direct.

“Uh-uh, not hearing it. We both know exactly how much you want it. End of discussion. Go pay.” 

He carefully nudges you forward in the direction of the distant cashier, but you blatantly refuse to move an inch. He stares incredulously at the back of your head and you have to bite back a laugh beneath the confines of his palm. 

You should’ve expected it, but the British in your brain still catches you by surprise. Damn colonizers.

“Get the damn pants. Your ass would look lovely in them,” he pats your ass with his free hand as punctuation, attempting to urge you forward yet again.

“All you care about is my ass,” you retort mentally.

“Yes and no. It's definitely up there.”

“I'm gonna bite you.”

“Kinky. But keep it in your shorts ‘til we get back, yeah?”

He takes his hand off your face and gets out of your head. You whip your head around to silently complain at him, but he's staring right back at you with a smile that, to the normal person, would look as if he'd done no wrong. But to you, it was only making your situation worse.

The same smile which was pissing you off in ways you didn't even think possible morphs into a genuine laugh delivered softly, and for God's sake, you can't keep your stomach from doing a brief flip at the sound.

“Fine. Pretend you don't want them. But you're going to pay with my card, and I'll show you exactly how much you won't regret buying them when we get back to my office.”

[woradat]

Throne and fall #1

PT1 (here) -> next

NOTE - based on scenario: throne and fall

SUMMARY - An unlikely political alliance: a labor protest leader like Megatron and a sly senator like you who offered him an apple - maybe he knew it was poisonous but still chose to take it because the poison was not fatal (pre-war, au-ish)

PAIRING - megatron x reader, various char x reader

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He didn’t know why he had come

Some ancient instinct buried deep within his spark—older than rebellion, older even than obedience—had murmured you shouldn’t. This was a mistake. A trap, carefully lacquered in the civility of the elite and polished to a shine so brilliant it blinded those foolish enough to look directly

The room, if it could be called such, did not appear on any schematic. It had no designation, no records, no function. It was not meant to exist. And precisely because of that, it did

Cradled in the unseen arteries between Senate foundations and the planet’s industrial underbelly, it hovered like a secret. Not quite above, not quite below. Suspended in power’s blind spot

And tonight, he stood at its center

The scuff of metal across the floor marked his presence—ungilded, unapologetic. The scent of oil and oxidized labor clung to him with all the intimacy of a second skin. There were no sigils, no ceremonial trims, no apologetic polish. Only the brutal honesty of his frame: battered, unsanded, engraved by hardship and carbon soot

He was an eyesore. He was a statement

And then you arrived—two minutes late, not by accident but by design

Of course you did

You stepped into the room as though it belonged to you, which it might as well have, moved like someone accustomed to being watched. But you only performed for an audience when you wished to

Tonight, you performed for him

armor was so meticulously sculpted it bordered on artistry, your plating so finely burnished it seemed a crime to breathe near it. Every panel caught the light with curated indifference, daring anyone to look—and reminding them why they shouldn’t

You were not beautiful

You were engineered

Elegance draped across you like a verdict. The subtle gestures, the ornamental excess, the glinting details no one needed—they all whispered of wealth, of legacy, of a world where extravagance had long since divorced itself from utility. You were not built to survive. You were built to command

And he? He was built to break things

You sat without waiting. Of course. A minor act of rebellion dressed as poise

Your voice slipped into the room like high-grade energon poured into crystal. Cold, clear, and far too expensive.

“You look… better than I expected” you drawled, tasting the words like they were laced with mild poison—palatable, but only just

“Crude, yes. Rough about the edges. But sometimes, raw ore holds more potential than the trinkets forged from it”

He stared. That frown came not from insult, but from disbelief. How could contempt be spoken so sweetly? How could condescension sound like courtship?

It was almost impressive

He did not return your smile

“How kind” he replied, his voice like gravel “What do you want?”

You reclined slightly—just enough to imply boredom, just enough to suggest danger

“Because I was tired” you replied airily “Of everything. The speeches. The processions. The hollow hymns to a system long since embalmed in corruption and paraded about like a sacred relic. Tired of pretense. Of preening Senators who couldn't differentiate virtue from vanity even if it were welded to their foreheads��

You gestured, idly, like flicking away dust that didn’t dare settle on you

“I’m weary of watching power drip like stale lubricant through the cracks of a world pretending it isn’t dying. But most of all..”

And here, your gaze fixed on him

“–I’m unspeakably bored of living in a world where voices like yours are only heard when they shatter glass ceilings”

A pause. Heavy. Deliberate

“And I wonder, my dear anarchist-” you whispered, almost intimately

“Megatron of Kaon, tell me.. how loud are you willing to become?”

Megatron stood still, though confusion crackled at the edge of his thoughts. This high-caste bot—this senator cloaked in influence both within and outside the chambers—spoke as if they hated the same world he did. But he dared not believe it

Was this an invitation… or bait?

“You speak as if you understand me,” he said, voice low “But have you ever stood in a mine, even for a single day?”

“Never” you replied, tone as cool and crystalline as high-grade energon “And I never will. But I know enough to say that your labor fattens the bellies of Senators so full they could roll from one committee meeting to the next”

“And out of the goodness of my spark…” You stepped around the table, slow, deliberate, until you stood beside him—then stepped closer still “I wish for you to learn”

You moved like you were sculpted for movement—graceful in a way that wasn’t learned but engineered. Even from a distance, you looked untouchable. Up close, you were impossible

He could smell the delicate trace of luxury-grade oil, could see the etched gold lining your frame—filigree and flourish designed not for function but for the sheer audacity of having more than anyone else. Things bots like him only ever dreamed of owning. If the world were different, he might have felt ashamed to be standing beside you

But not tonight

And he could see it now—clear as a burn mark. That look in your optics, the way your field brushed against his, cold and precise. This was not interest. Not in the way others might dream of it. This was selection. Evaluation

You weren’t here to join him

You were here to use him

Measuring him

And for a fleeting moment, he surprised himself by not resenting it

“What exactly do you expect me to learn?” he asked carefully. The miner choosing his words like stepping across a tightrope—one strung between you and something he couldn’t yet see. He didn’t know whether you’d be waiting at the end… or set the rope alight and let him drop

And you wouldn’t warn him if you did

“You have power” you said, so softly it almost sounded like admiration “I heard your words echo through the below. You speak like someone who has never tasted true authority”

“Words that stir the masses” you continued

“if left without aim, without art, without the elegance of control… are nothing but grenades with no target”

He didn’t speak—not because he misunderstood, but because no one had ever spoken to him like that. Foremen had called him trouble, fellow laborers called him a dreamer but you—you—said he had power

And you dared to stand beside him and mean it

He glanced at you, optics unreadable. But a flicker of something uncertain crossed beneath their steel

You leaned in, voice a whisper spun from steel threads and fine silk

“In my world, a ‘promise’ means nothing unless it comes with collateral. But for you…” you purred, “I’m willing to make an exception. Once”

You smiled

There was nothing kind in it

“And if you fall” you said sweetly “I’ll cut the rope myself—before your fall trips me into the chasm with you”

The words rang truer than anything he’d heard all day. More honest than any leader he’d ever met. Crueler than any vow he’d ever been offered

And he liked it

Not because it offered hope—but because it offered truth

He still wasn’t sure if you stood beside him… or if you were carving him into a weapon to be shattered on command

But he was beginning to understand: The system he fought wasn’t just built from steel

It was built from people like you

[cntloup]

Love Is Not Enough

18+ MDNI Fem!Reader angst, smut, sex against the wall

Part 1 | Part 2

“Simon, dinner is ready.” you call out, voice flat and emotionless, knowing full well that the food is going to get cold and possibly thrown away. He's been in his office for hours, every day for the past few weeks. But the faltering of your relationship started long before that. He's been getting longer deployments, also more responsibilities in the office and leaving you wondering where he is, worried about his health and afraid for his life. You’ve been feeling your connection fade away, the strings which strongly bound you together, sever, wondering if this is it. You haven’t had a proper conversation for a while, let alone being intimate.  

You miss him. Truly and utterly miss him. You miss the man you married. The man who thought the world of you and would look at you as though you hung the moon and stars in the sky. The man who would touch you with feather-like brushes against your delicate skin and tenderly make love to you, worship you as a goddess. You shattered his walls brick by brick, peeled off his mask layer by layer, until you reached the man inside. He let himself be vulnerable in your presence because you made him feel safe. You kissed his scars and loved him fiercely, no matter how broken he was. He always wondered if you were real. You made him feel like he was dreaming.  

You feel a tingle behind your eyes and soon after, you’re sobbing as you hold the divorce papers in your hands, tears dampening the piece of paper. You hear footsteps approaching the bedroom and quickly hide the papers in your nightstand. “Dove, what’s wrong?” he asks with concern upon seeing you wiping your tears harshly with your sleeves. “N-nothing. Just work stuff. Dinner’s ready on the table. I'm going to bed.” you say coldly as you walk into the bathroom. “I wanted to talk to you. If- if that’s possible.” he utters as if you’re strangers and he has to ask for permission. “About what?” you ask, turning your head to see him leaning against the doorframe. “About us. I know we haven’t been at our best lately. And I-I miss you.” he mutters, walking closer to you. “I miss you too, Si.” you respond, tears welling up in your eyes. “I have a plan.” he says, a faint excitement glinting in his eyes. “What plan?” you ask, “I’m gonna take a vacation leave. We can go wherever you want.” he whispers, just a hair’s breadth away from your lips, "Really?!" you ask, excited but wondering if it would fix everything. "Yeah!" he replies with a grin.

“I love you.” he locks your lips together, igniting the fire between you once more as his hands find their way to your hips and he pulls you closer to him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders instinctively and his hands move lower to your thighs. You take the hint and jump, swaddling his waist with your legs as he presses your back against the wall, lips not breaking apart. He pushes your nightgown up and tears off your panties, “Sorry. I'll buy you a new pair.” he mumbles against your lips, “Don’t care.” you breathe out, attaching your lips together once again. Your hands trail along his neck and chest, lightly squeezing his pecs and moving lower, you paw at his belt, desperate to feel him inside you after such a long time. He unbuckles it quickly, desperate to feel you wrapped around him.

He takes his hard cock out of his boxers, already leaking with pre-cum and strokes it a few times before lining himself up. You both can’t help but moan at the slight contact. He pulls away to look you in the eye and you nod. He pushes the tip inside, making you feel a slight sting and you let out a high-pitched whine, “You ok, love?” he asks worriedly, “Yeah. You can go on.” you breathe and he obliges, pushing further and further until you’re fully stuffed with his fat cock, walls stretched out so wide, making you squeeze your eyes shut as a low moan escapes your lips and he groans in your ear, head buried in your neck. “Still fine?” he asks once again, “Yeah. Hurts a little. It's been a while.” you chuckle, “yeah...” he breathes as he lifts his head to look at you, eyes filled with love and longing, “I missed you so fuckin’ much.” he murmurs, tears starting to roll down his cheeks, “I missed you too, Si. So fucking much.” you respond, reaching out to wipe away his tears.

He pushes his lips onto yours, kissing you with such fire, pouring all his emotions into the kiss as his hands roam your body, grasping and groping forcefully, desperately, leaving a trail of flame in their wake, his touch awakening the passion that was once present but gradually died out. He starts to slowly pull out and slide in again, making you whimper at the familiar, sweet drag of his thick cock along your sensitive walls. “Fuck! You feel so good inside me, Si!” you moan. “Yeah? Feels good when I stretch your sweet little pussy on my cock?” he grunts, voice thick with lust. You hum and gasp as he thrusts into you again, this time harder.

“Tell me if I'm hurting you.” he mutters and you nod. His hands travel to the plush of your ass, grasping the soft flesh and bouncing you up and down his fat cock, your body pressed between his and the wall behind you. He continues thrusting up into your tight hole, dragging out breathy mewls and whimpers from your lips as his soft pants and quiet grunts reach your ears. The sound of slick and the squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with both your moans and grunts echo through the room.

“So... fuckin’... tight... f’me... ahhh!” he growls, his palms digging into your flesh of your thighs, needing to hold onto something to ground himself. You babble and cry, driving your fingers deeper into his shoulders from the all-consuming pleasure, mind lost in a haze as he rams his thick veiny cock into your wet needy cunt. The muscles of your warm walls start to tense up and a deep groan leaves his mouth, “Come on... cum for me, sweet girl.” he breathes as his thrusts get harsher and sloppier.

You reach your orgasm with a loud sob of his name and your head collapses on his shoulder as he fills you up with his thick warm cum, a low growl tumbling from his mouth. He rides you through your high and you whine from overstimulation, but it feels too good to stop.  

He eventually halts his movements and pulls out while placing a sweet kiss on your lips and you both whimper at the loss. Your body is shaking and your knees wobble as soon as your feet touch the ground, but he quickly catches you, lifts you up bridal style and carries you to bed. He grabs some wet wipes and cleans you up, then lies down beside you and gently takes you in his arms. You snuggle up closer to him, resting your head on his chest, “I love you.” he whispers, kissing your temple, “Love you too, Si.” you mumble sleepily, slowly drifting off. 

A/N: i might write a part 2 for this and make it more angsty :')

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

[sweetheartsnips]

Daddy Cool - Chapter 4: Joseph Joestar

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI

Summary: Joseph is your Daddy and spoils you with more than one present after a long day at work. Joseph is divorced here because infidelity/cheating leaves a bad taste in my mouth (I am a sap). ALSO this is pre Stardust Crusaders but he has his Stand here anyway because this is fanfic and I said so.

Tags: Old Joseph, sugar daddy relationship, daddy kink (surprise surprise), Hermit Purple as bondage, fingering, kitchen sex, creampie.

Words: 3.5k

Read on ao3 here!

A/N: I have been awfully sick the last few days and this has fic has consumed me. Hope you like it as much as I like soft dom Joseph. Happy reading, all readers <3

For other chapters in this series please see my JoJo masterlist

Joseph liked to buy you things. Small indulgences to welcome you home when you’d had a long day at work. Not that you needed to work, especially as hard as you did. He could comfortably provide for the both of you. But, stubbornly, you insisted. He admired that about you. You were so damn good at what you did, it was kind of kick-ass, really. He watched you handle everything thrown your way, balancing responsibilities with an almost effortless grace. Sometimes, it felt like you carried everything on your back, and you never once let it show.

Your brain was so busy with the big things, strategising, making things happen. You were just excellent like that. But sometimes, in all of that excellence, it forgot about the little things. And that is where he came in. 

To rub your shoulders, smooth your hair. To cook your meals with love and care. To change your oil, to fold washing just right, to remind you when your toothbrush was at the end of its life. 

You needed him to fit the sheet, secure your pantyhose, to kiss you sweet when sorrow shows. To charge your vibe, buy lace so fine, and fuck you stupid when stress plagued your mind. 

His gifts to you started off as bouquets of flowers: elegant periwinkle hydrangeas and bunches of pretty pink peonies. Anything to make your face light up, to remind you to pause, just for a second, and enjoy something purely for yourself. And God, that made him so happy. Especially after everything that went down with Suzi Q, after all the ways he'd failed before with this kind of thing. Your gorgeous smile made him feel like he could actually do something right. 

Flowers would not be enough for today. Not for you.

He wanted to spoil you.

You’d just earned a promotion–one that had come with more responsibility, more weight pressing down on your already overburdened shoulders. But he was so damn proud of you. You deserved more than petals that would wilt in a week.

So, in a jewellery shop he often sought out when he felt like giving you a little luxury, he found exactly what he was after.

Three rows of Vivienne Westwood pearls.

They were simple, elegant, timeless—just like you. They’d sit perfectly against your collarbones, an understated luxury. But it wasn’t just about the pearls. It was about what they meant. About what you meant to him.

He had them wrapped up carefully, tucked away in a small velvet box, waiting for you. And tonight, when you walked through that door, when you finally let the weight of the day slip from your shoulders, he’d be there. The way he always was.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

The door swung shut behind you with a quiet click. Sore feet, tense shoulders, exhaustion in your bones. 

And then you saw him.

Standing there in the soft glow of the evening, sleeves rolled halfway up thick forearms, top buttons undone just enough to reveal a glimpse of the broad expanse of his chest. The dusting of salt-and-pepper hair peeking through the neckline, the firm planes of muscle beneath his collarbones. It was like your Joseph belonged in some old Hollywood film, all charm and rough-edged handsomeness. 

Dangerous. That’s what he was. Far more than he ought to be. 

He pushed himself off of the counter casually, giving you a sly wink. “Hello, little fox.” His voice was thick and rich, like warm caramel melting over your skin. “I missed you, love.”

The tiredness in your body unravelled just a touch when he stepped forward, dragging you into his arms. His lips brushed against yours in a kiss so soft, so tender, it almost could have been forgotten. Almost. His beard tickled your chin as he pulled away. 

You looked up at him, an eyebrow raised playfully. “You bought me something again, didn’t you?”

His grin widened, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Am I that obvious?”

You returned his smile. “You get this look, all excited, like you physically can’t keep a secret.”

“You caught me.” His hands found your waist, firm but careful, guiding you toward the couch. “And before you say anything, just let me do this, alright? Just this once.”

A lie. You both knew it. There would be a hundred, no, a thousand more times after this.

You sighed, but there was no real fight in it. He saw the way the corner of your lips twitched before you finally relented, sinking into the cushions. “What did you get me?”

From his pocket, he pulled out a small velvet box, flicking it open with a quiet snap.

The air caught in your throat.

The rows of pearls gleamed in the dim light—shiny, crisp white ivory. They shimmered like something out of a dream, and for a moment, you could do nothing but stare, fingertips hovering over them like you weren’t sure if you were allowed to touch.

“Jesus, Mary, and… Joseph,” you breathed. “This is—”

He interrupted, before you could protest. “All for you.” His lips pressed against your temple, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “Good job with your promotion, sweetheart. I am so proud of you.”

The praise tickled your chest. You swallowed, still a little speechless, nodding slightly before he murmured, “Close your eyes.”

You obeyed.

His fingers ghosted over your shoulders, gathering your hair and sweeping it to the side, over your shoulder. He lingered at the nape of your neck, fingertips tracing a slow, deliberate path down your vertebrae, before he pressed a small, affectionate kiss there.

Big fingers clicked the clasp into place, and then you felt it.

The cool weight of the pearls settling against your collarbones, smooth beads resting against your skin. You exhaled slowly, fingertips brushing over them, still stunned. 

His hands lingered at your shoulders for a moment before sliding down the outsides of your arms before settling on your sides. Then he lifted you. A quiet gasp slipped from your lips as he scooped you up with effortless strength. Up and around, spinning you so you were facing him and your legs had nowhere to go but around his hips. Suddenly your pussy was far too close to the otherwise inconspicuous bulge in his pants he was trying to keep secret. But it was unlike Joseph to do well at keeping secrets. 

He tilted your face up with his spare hand, locking his lips with yours, stealing your words, as he swiftly navigated the two of you across the room. This time, he kissed deeper, slower—like he wanted to take his time with you. His hand cupped the back of your neck, fingers slipping beneath your hair as he angled your face just right, deepening the kiss. 

You let out a soft moan into his mouth as the back of your thighs were met with the kitchen countertop. The marble was cool beneath your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body that was now pressed flush against you, including between your legs. 

Your hands moved instinctively, gripping at the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt, fingertips brushing against the coarse hair on his chest, trying to pull him impossibly closer. He made a low, approving sound in the back of his throat, before his hands started to wander.

Over your ribs, down your sides, over your hips–mapping out the shape of you.

Then lower.

Palms running down over the outside of your thighs, toying with your garter, before going higher, higher.

The first brush of his fingers against your inner thigh sent a shiver up your spine, your breath catching in between kisses. You barely had time to process before he was slipping beneath your skirt, his touch teasing yet intent. Your body tensed, anticipation curling hot in your stomach. 

And then– oh.

The first stroke of his knuckles against the damp fabric of your panties made your knees twitch, a helpless reaction to the sudden pleasure. He grinned, playful and knowing, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, like it delighted him.

“I-I…” Your breath stuttered when he did it again, pads of his fingers exploring, hooking into the hem and pulling them aside. 

Then, without warning, he sunk his two middle fingers inside you. They were met with far less resistance than you would have liked. Your fingers dug into his chest. You were already whimpering. 

Wet. Too wet. Embarrassingly so. 

A sinful squelching sound filled the space between you as he languidly pumped his fingers in and out of your wet cunt. The sound was obscene in the quiet of the room. Your face burned. 

Joseph stilled, as if savouring the realisation, and then his lips curled into a smirk. “That excited, huh?”

You shot him a mock scolding look, though your breathlessness ruined the effect. “Shut up…”

“Oh, I don’t think you want that.”

Before you could argue, he curled his fingers just right—up and against that spot that made your thighs tremble and your eyes clamp shut. The noise that tore from your throat wasn’t a moan, not quite, but something smaller, breathier. He caught it with his mouth, kissing you deep as he worked you open, patient but relentless. 

He pulled away to speak to you. “Look at me when I touch you, baby.”

That’s not fair, he was just kissing you! 

Your eyelids fluttered, but you forced them open, meeting his gaze. The heat in his eyes was enough to make your stomach flip. He was completely absorbed in the way your eyes were glazed over, how your jaw was half slack, the way your body responded to him.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice rich with satisfaction. “What a good girl.”

A whimper slipped from your lips, and his free hand came up, cradling your jaw as he kissed beneath your eye, slowly, softly. Like he had all the time in the world to savour you.

But you didn’t.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whispered, voice shaky, barely above a breath. “So bad…”

Joseph stilled for just a second, amused surprise flickering across his face. His fingers flexed inside you, dragging insistently along your soft front wall, over and over. “Oh, really?” he mused. “What a foul mouth you have, darling.”

You gasped, burying your face in his shoulder, frustration now burning at the edges of your pleasure. “C’mon…”

That earned you a small smirk. His fingers slowed, moving just enough to keep you wanting, but not enough to push you over the edge, and he knew it. “Mind your manners, love.”

Heat burned up your spine, stinging your cheeks, but you were never one to shy away when embarrassed. “Please, Daddy.”

A low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure satisfaction. His fingers sped up again, stroking and thrusting inside you perfectly, making you mewl. But it wasn’t what you really wanted. 

“....Daddy?” 

He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, his breath warm against your skin. As always, he didn’t want to make you beg. “You just need me to take care of you, don’t you, sweetheart?” A kiss to your cheek, barely there, just enough to leave you chasing after it. “Yeah?”

Your lips parted, breath uneven, a small, blissed-out smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Yeah.”

His hand cradled your cheek, thumb stroking over your flushed skin with slow, deliberate care. His expression was fond, warm, but plagued with hunger. 

“There’s my good girl.” His eyes dropped to your lips, then lower, down to where he was pulling his fingers out of your pussy. “Why don’t you take out my cock?”

Suddenly painfully aware of his absence inside you, you obeyed without hesitation, fingers making quick work of his belt and fly. Your eyes widened slightly as you freed him from the confines of his pants. He was so hard, the heavy weight of him throbbing hot against your palm. You gave an experimental squeeze, feeling the way his breath caught, how his jaw tightened as he bit down on his lower lip.

God, he was so big. You could hardly close your fist around the base. 

Joseph’s hands found your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he adjusted you, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter, slipping your panties off in the process. Your legs wrapped around him on instinct, ankles locking behind the steely muscles of his lower back. 

The first push of him inside your warmth was dizzying.

Each inch stretched you open, slow and steady, filling you in a way that left your mind blank and your breath caught somewhere between a moan and a whimper. Your hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt, desperate for something to hold onto as pleasure snaked up your spine, the weight of your day melting away instantly. 

“You like being full of me, baby?” His voice was a low, wrecked murmur against your ear. “Stuffed so full of my cock that all you can think about is Daddy?”

A needy, broken sound tore from your throat. “Mmmnnn! Yesyes….” you were whining sounds, not even words.

His hand cupped the back of your neck, tilting your head up, forcing your eyes to his. “Use your words, baby.”

You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to work through the fog of lust in your mind. “I love it, Daddy.”

His hands tightened ever so slightly against the flesh of your sides, a perfect pairing to the thick, pulsing heat stretching out your depths. “‘Atta girl.” Then, with a sharp inhale through his teeth, he finally started to move.

The first drag of him pulling out, then sliding back into you, it was enough to have your head rocking back, eyes fluttering shut. He groaned low in his throat, a chesty sound, his grip on you steadfast as he found his rhythm—deep, deliberate. His cock reached all the sensitive spots inside you, every texture of him rubbing so perfectly against your walls, it was like you were made for each other. The familiar melody of flesh meeting flesh filled the kitchen, the wet sounds of your bodies working together, the breathy little whines spilling from your lips.

His forehead dropped against yours, as he spoke between husky breaths. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…about how your tight, needy pussy squeezes me…”

A shiver ran through you, desire tingling in your tummy. “Yeah?” you managed, voice barely above a strained whisper. “Even in the jewellery store?”

His pace stuttered for just a second before he let out a cheeky, naughty little laugh. “Especially in the jewellery store, sweetheart.” His teeth grazed your lower lip. “Am I bad for that?”

Your lips curled into a dazed, playful smile. “Absolutely rotten.”

He pulled back just enough to give you a mock pout, hips rolling into yours with a sharp, hard thrust that sent a jolt through your body and made your moans stutter. “You still love me though, don’t you?”

Your head bobbed in a frantic nod, unable to do anything but pant through the pleasure.

His smirk threatened to melt around the edges into an affectionate smile. “You little vixen…” His hands cradled you tighter, like he wanted to press into you, until his cockhead was kissing your cervix. Then, with a voice hoarse with affection, he whispered, “God, I love you.”

“Love you too…” you murmured breathily, giving him a loving smile. 

Your thighs tightened around his waist, locking him in place, refusing to let him go. It felt like your ankles were tied together—bound tight by more than just your sex dazed stupor. 

Joseph smirked against your mouth, his breath hot and uneven. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re not letting me go, huh?”

You barely noticed it at first, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of him fucking you silly. But then, the faintest flutter of something humming with quiet energy against your skin. You gasped as a cool, invisible force cinched tight around your ankles, keeping them locked together at the small of his back. Your head tilted back against the overhead kitchen cabinets, your eyes widening in surprise. 

He was using his Hermit Purple. You couldn’t see it, but he was such a tease–he used it like this when he was feeling cheeky sometimes. 

“Cheating,” you accused in a broken huff, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Call it what you want, baby,” he purred, snapping his hips up into you with a pistoning pace. “But I’d say it’s just me making sure you take every last drop.”

A strangled, pleading sound escaped your lips.

His hands slid down your body, one bracing against the small of your back, the other slipping between your thighs. He found that sensitive, swollen little bundle of nerves, rubbing slow, steady circles over it, dragging you closer and closer to your orgasm. The knot in your stomach curled tight, so tight, like an overstretched rubber band ready to snap.

His lips found yours again, desperate now, open-mouthed and hungry, like he was trying to eat up your pleasure. He swallowed every sound you made, every shaky little whimper, breathing them in as if he needed them like he needed air. 

And God, Joseph was such a vocal lover. 

His groans filled your ears, deep and guttural, muffled only by the messy press of his lips to yours. He whispered praises, utter filth, voice breaking with every slick, perfect drag of his cock inside you.

“You feel so good, baby girl.”

“God, I could stay buried in you forever.”

 “Such a tight little pussy—taking me so well.”

Each word, each dirty little admission, sent another shudder through your body, tightening the vice grip you had around him.

Then his hips stuttered, the steady, purposeful rhythm now falling apart into sloppy, needy slaps of his balls against your skin. His breath froze, his whole body tensing. “Shit—”

His groan was deep, drawn out, as he pushed all the way inside, hips flush against yours, his tip pressing up just perfectly against the entrance to your womb. Pumps of delicious liquid warmth spread deep inside you, filling you, making you gasp at the sheer heat of it. His spend flooded your walls, his cock twitching and pulsing with every spurt of his cum. 

The fullness was so warm. The feeling was so good. 

Joseph didn’t stop moving his hand, didn’t stop rubbing your clit, working you through it, coaxing you right into your own release. The pressure inside you shattered like glass, pleasure rocketing through your body, sparking every nerve in your body alight until your skin seared with hot, overwhelming bliss. Your face buried itself between his pectorals, muffling the sinful sounds of your broken moans and cries. Your nails dragged down his back, your thighs trembling around his waist as you drowned in your climax, his body against you a steady anchor in your reverie of lust. 

He purred, feeling your walls flutter and pulse around him, milking every last drop from him as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, voice warm and breathless. “You’re so beautiful like this. A mess, all because of your Daddy." 

You couldn’t help but smile at the praise. Your chest heaved, the both of you clinging to each other. Your ankles were still locked behind him, held firm by his power that remained unseen to you. 

He let out a breathless laugh against your hair. "So… is this it for me? Am I trapped here forever? Because I gotta say, there are worse ways to go."

You let out a tired little giggle, running your fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck, slightly damp with exertion. “Maybe.”

He scoffed dramatically, shifting his hips just enough to make you squirm. “You insatiable little fox. You’re gonna drain me dry, aren’t you? I’m going to be all shrivelled up, and it’s all your fault.”  

You hummed noncommittally, a teasing little smirk playing at your lips.

Joseph groaned, all mock suffering. “Fine, but if I die from exhaustion, you have to give my eulogy. You better make it good. Or else. ” His Stand tightened around your ankles, earning a little squeak from you. 

You grinned. "Oh, of course. I'll tell everyone you perished honourably. A soldier’s death.”

“Damn right I did.” He grinned, finally releasing your ankles out of Hermit Purple’s hold. "Now, let’s get you cleaned up so you don’t have to write my obituary sweaty and gross."

“I am not gross! You love me like this.” You protested indignantly, giving his chest a playful shove as he reluctantly let you slip out of his grasp.

Your mind, once frazzled with the stress of your day, now lay in a warm, blissful haze. Something so much better had taken its place. Him.

[purpleammonitestasis]

"Keep Dancing With Me"

• Pre War Cooper Howard x Reader! Fluff!

(Cooper and you dance together 🥺)

“C’mon Coop! Please just teach me even a little step, pleeeeease”

You and Cooper Howard have been together for a while now, since after he and Barb got divorced, and you had been begging Cooper to teach you the Western line dancing he claims to know.

“No- c’mon- its embarrassin’ please-” He refused you every time saying he was embarrassed, he was “too busy” or he “wasn't in the mood”, but he wouldn't get away with it this time, you wouldn't have it.

You left the couch with a Hm, and disappeared into the bedroom, this was automatically suspicious for Cooper as you’d always persist and plead, and then he heard it… Johnny Cash. He got up from the couch, put his paper down and started for the bedroom, but not before you appeared in the doorway, you gestured for him to come closer with your finger, and when he moved forward you did too, until you both met halfway.

“Cooper Howard, you are going to teach me a dance, or I'll make you” Your voice got low and serious as you looked into his eyes.

He let out a sigh, defeated, “Fine, gimme your hand, put the other on my shoulder” he took your hand with his and guided his other hand down to your waist and gripped it firmly.

You always loved his hands, they were strong and big, and you almost fit into them completely, your hand disappeared into his, like his hands were made for you, and he loved that too.

He showed you the footwork to one he called “Lori's Cha-Cha”, and the beginning was easy, however, you kind of bombed out anything after that, so you two just stuck to the beginning part. It was nice, energetic and intimate at the same time, you were both laughing for the first time in a long time. Johnny Cash was definitely the best pick for this dancing.

“Havin’ fun?” He teased with a smirk, flashing his teeth.

“Yes, I can definitely see you are, you've loosened up, your shoulders aren't as tense” You noted, sending a cheeky smile to him.

“Yeah yeah, whatever” Cooper rolled his eyes.

“Why didn't you ever want to show me before?”

“I don't know, I never thought you'd be so interested in it, I always thought it was a cheesy thing we always had ta learn in school” he spun you around gently and his hand left your waist for a split second before you came back around.

“Aw Coop, you don't have to be embarrassed about it, I love it, I'm always interested in you..I find it really charming, and what better way to woo someone than with your line dancing?” you teased the last part and he scoffed but he knows you meant the beginning.

“I’m sorry for always shovin’ you off before, I also thought you were kinda just teasin’ me ‘bout it” he said that and stopped for a moment, “Actually I'm sorry for not really payin’ attention to you much at all lately, things have been…stressful, and painful, but you didn't deserve the distance, I'm sorry” he looked down and the dancing slowed.

You watched and listened to this, it made your heart ache thinking of everything that's happened to him. You loved him more than anything, more than life itself, but most people took him for granted, and that hurt.

“Coop, look at me” you took your hands and held the sides of his face to make him look down at you again, “It’s okay, I know what you've been through, I know it's been so stressful and you've been hurting, but I'll always be here for you, I love you so much, more than words, and I'll stand by you for the rest of our life together, I love you”

You pulled him down and his lips met yours, he melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your whole body, keeping your warmth against him. Letting out an exasperated breath, he relaxed and leant into you and your arms linked around his neck to further deepen the kiss.

When the kiss ended you two just looked into each other's eyes. His amber eyes radiated with the orange sky setting through the window, the green hints flickered like filtered leaves.

“You're beautiful you know that Y/N…” he said dreamily after a while of him studying your face too, “How did I ever deserve you?”

You smiled at his sweet words and gave him another kiss.

“I love you so so much Coop, now please keep dancing with me…”

A/N: Thank you for reading! It's been a while, but I absolutely love Cooper Howard/The Ghoul and the Fallout series, so here I am 😍

Do not borrow/translate/steal

[akixxsstuff]

Death Note L Lawliet

Yandere X Wife Reader Smut

(The picture above was edited by me).

NSFW content // Angst // Click here for part 1

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ Involves kidnapping, stalking, cheating, non-consensual sexual behaviors, sleep sex (oral) and orgasm denial.

"If you love me then you'll let me go" you wailed, "I have never understood that concept" L admitted. "I haven't been using any birth control, are you seriously going to make me raise a child trapped here with you?" you whimpered, "No, because according to the results of your latest physical, you're unfortunately infertile. It is indeed a shame considering that you would have created the perfect blood successor for me darling" L replied while gawking at the creamy cum drizzling down your thigh. "Shut up! My friends and family will also notice I'm missing! You're fucked!" you screamed, "You and your peers will be fine" he reassured. L grabbed your wrist as you raised your palm to smack his face again, "I'm a lot stronger than I look my love" he chuckled.

He signed as you continued screaming and struggling against his grip, "I dislike seeing you in such distress however I will go to the means necessary for you to cooperate". "Please just free me, I'll give you anything!" you whined, "Securing a romantic partnership with you Y/N is my only interest, so you cannot bribe me with any tangible incentive". "You're so selfish! What about what I want?!" you whined, "Strangely, your ignorant husband" L quipped.

"Stop bringing up my marriage already! You're wrong, you're wrong about everything! Quit fucking with my mind!" you hissed. "I have two rules, first, I'm never wrong. Second, if I'm wrong...back to the first rule" L snapped as you kicked him away, "Shut up!" you yelled. Glaring L barked "Watch" and he connected his phone to your television screen, showcasing various pre-recorded videos of your husband having sex with his ex-co-worker in your shared bedroom. You collapsed into L's chest and began sobbing, you were devastated that your kidnapper was now more trustworthy and loyal than your husband. Yes, you weren't completely innocent yourself, however, your husband's relationship was consensual and occurred before your kidnapping.

L hesitantly wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head, his pounding heart was ringing in your ears. "How could he do this to me, I tried so hard to mend our marriage, but it wasn't enough, everything was a lie" you snuffled. "Yes, your husband is evidently a very poor romantic partner" L mumbled, "I hate him! More than anything and anyone!" you screamed.

"I'm sorry, my intention wasn't to hurt you Y/N. I just...I should have been more ethical...for once...I love you Y/N", "Yeah no kidding, what was your intention then?" you snapped sarcastically, "To convince you to divorce him for me before he could divorce you for someone else. Is there anything I could do to atone for my sins?" L whispered.

"Well I know you're not going to free me so please just give me some space to process everything" you sighed, "Just as expected, please alert me if you require any emotional support, my love," he replied while patting your head, "Yeah" you mumbled.

You wandered around, finding a luxurious bathroom and kitchen, every room was stocked with your favourite foods, clothing brands, films, music, and more! This place was essentially a museum of you, which was both creepy and impressive. You washed and dressed yourself while brainstorming your escape, you couldn't easily kill him or threaten suicide since all potential weapons were removed, seriously, your shampoo was even organic so no one could be poisoned. You couldn't call anyone since you didn't have your phone, and there were no windows and only one locked door.

Honestly, why should I even try to leave? All that's waiting for me is a shit show and a bunch of divorce papers you thought.

Surprisingly, you managed to fall asleep once night fell; finally allowing L an opportunity to touch you without you screaming, (God I phrased that so creepily). L nestled his head in your weary shoulder as his curious fingertips ghosted your limp hand; basking in the softness and warmness of your skin.

You could faintly smell the lingering scent of your raspberry lip palm on his breath; reminding you where your lips had been. You slightly wriggled from the heaviness of his body pressing against your back as you sleepily whimpered. "I hope you're dreaming of me Y/N" L whispered while delicately kissing your neck.

L was just so in love, you looked so beautiful with your messy hair, rumpled silk gown and heaving cleavage. So he hesitantly slipped his slender fingers under your silk gown and fondled your bare chest, groaning softly from how soft, warm, and plump your breasts were.

L scrambled on top of you and delicately pulled your lace straps down as you unconsciously rolled onto your back. You softly gasped as you felt his soft, slippery tongue swirling around your nipple, causing you to squirm from the sensitivity slightly. You could feel his bugle already becoming harder and larger as he gently grinded against your thigh. Shivers were created down your spine as soft lips hungrily kissed further down your body. L nestled his head in between your legs, his dark, tousled hair tickling your thighs. You trembled while he nuzzled his nose against your clothed clit; your cunt yearning for more friction. "More" you mumbled drowsily while he swiftly tossed aside your silk underwear.

L plunged his finger deep in your cunt and began curling his fingertip. He held your hips down so you wouldn't unconsciously kick him or squirm away from his slow finger-fucking; he wasn't going to free you from his grasp until you creamed all over him. You gasped as his lips began messily spreading your sweet juices all over your pussy. "So wet, so good" he mumbled.

L's steady gaze analysed every lip quiver and nose scrunch of your sleeping face so he could adjust his techniques according to your pleasure while also keeping you asleep. You could faintly hear his panting and licking as well as the squeaking of your bed as L rubbed his hard crotch against the mattress in an attempt to relieve his hornless.

You clung onto his dark, tangled locks as his tongue relentlessly toyed with your sensitive clit; believing that all this was just a dream. Waves of pure ecstasy radiated throughout your cunt; completely overbearing you because of how firmly and consistently his finger and tongue fucked you. "Aah I-I am close" you mewled, "You can climax once you tell me I surpass your husband Y/N" L chuckled.

You abruptly awoke, but L pounced on you and held your hands above your head so you couldn't move away. "Get off me!" you gasped feeling shocked and confused, "It is blatantly obvious that I do Y/N, but I want a verbal confession from you". L sunk his finger deeper into your dripping core and massaged your aching g-spot, "N-never, I hate you" you choked, "Your body indicates otherwise", "I was sleeping you sick freak! Aha! Ngh!" you moaned. "You insist on defending your husband despite him being unfaithful. Why Y/N?", "Being a kidnapper doesn't exactly make you a saint either".

An accidental wail fell from your lips as L's finger slipped from your soaking pussy; his finger now just prodding against your cunt's slit, teasing you. "You are the epitome of denial", "Fine, both of you ah-are ngh! Garbage, happy now?" you yelped as he suddenly pinched your aching clit. "Respond more appropriately and you will achieve climax as well as be released from my grasp. I'm not negotiating darling".

Just swallow your pride and lie you thought.

"You're right, okay? My marriage is an endless cycle of emptiness and disappointment, I always feel so neglected and unappreciated. So I value your passion and loyalty towards me so much Ryuzaki, you are the only person who has made me feel this worthy of being loved. Why couldn't have I met you before my husband?".

You were shocked by the unintentional honesty of your words.

[kingdomaddiction]

I can’t stop thinking about my Fragmented SQH AU so here I go:

—

Obviously Shang Qinghua is not fine. He tries to be, really. The story is over, his son is finally happy with the love of his life and the world didn’t end. Even his ex-husband (they never got a divorce, Qinghua technically died, does it count as one?) is now free! And his cute and socially awkward King is trying his best to treat him like a friend instead of a servant.

Still, Qinghua yearns.

Sometimes, when no one is looking, he touches his flat stomach and remembers his pregnancy when he lived as Su Xiyan. A strange, lovely feeling to carry someone inside you. Unforgettable. He misses those days, but not so much. Too stressful, always running and hiding in order to protect her little one.

Other days he gets lost in the memories of his life as a washerwoman. Sad, grey days were those. Binghe was her little sunshine, the only reason she kept waking up everyday until her frail body could no more.

He remembers Binghe’s first words, his first steps. He even remembers the things he used to whisper to calm him down after a bad nightmare, kissing his tears away. Back then she used to dream for a better live, hoping to live long enough to see her baby boy grow up and marry someone kind.

He got to see Binghe grow up, yes, but only from afar. Qinghua had to restrain himself many times from killing Shen Qingqiu pre transmigration. Seeing his son cry with no way to comfort him was torture. Or so he thought. Because living right now so close to him and only being victim of his hatred is way worse.

“The traitor.”

“That rat.”

“Pathetic—“

It was too much.

He did deserve it. Qinghua did nothing to stop the stop fate (why was Shen Yuan allowed to change the rules when he was forced to hurt his son?) but it still hurt so much.

So it was no surprise when a few tears rolled down his face after a specially mean comment. A few demons from the court snickered, but Binghe just looks at him with a mixed of confusion and surprise, recognizing the tears as real and not the fake kind Qinghua usually shed around Mobei. He doesn’t feel guilt, because if it isn’t Shizun he does not care, but is still odd to witness.

Shang Qinghua just bows and leaves. He cries the whole way to his rooms. It’s depressing, he knows, but he must endure this. This is his penance, right? Now he must face it.

He tries not to stare at Binghe too much after that or even speak in his presence, but it only draws his attention. Binghe seems to attack him more often as if trying to test something, curious to see his reaction. Why? Qinghua doesn’t know, but it can’t be good. His love for his son does not blind him of his cruelty.

‘Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry—‘

Why did his little sunshine had to become such a fearful and cruel emperor? Why couldn’t he remain small, and cute and kind? Why in the world did he write that cursed story?

He sighs giving Binghe a quick glance. The young demon looks tense. Qinghua is sure his bad mood is mostly for Shen Qingqiu’s absence, who left a few days ago for serious sect business (yeah, right— you just wanted a break from your clingy husband bro) and hasn’t returned yet. On top of that the last few meetings at court has been terribly stressful. So many demons playing mind games can be exhausting.

Qinghua even after feeling hurt by Binghe feels the need to comfort him. To tell him his doing great and will find a solution. What can he say? The love of a mother (should he say father? He is currently in man’s body, but he took care of Binghe as a woman—) never fades.

It’s a silly idea, but Qinghua sneaks into the kitchen to prepare a little snack. Steamed millet buns. Very cheap and easy to make. He only needed millet flour (which was even cheaper than rice and widely cultivated in poor areas) and water. If they happen to be lucky enough to have more ingredients available then Qinghua added salt or a bit of onions. It used to be Binghe’s favorite— well, he said “everything mama makes is Bing-Bing favorite!”

Ah, he used to be so cute.

He finishes making the buns and brings him back to the court room. The other demon lords are gone and Binghe looks like he has a migraine. Qinghua approaches carefully trying to be brave.

“Junshang…” he calls softly. Before he can say something more Binghe opens his like he’s searching for something and sniffs the air. Then he finally looks at him, well, the tray in his hands.

“What is that?”

“Ah… steamed millet buns, my lord. I— I made them… for you?” Binghe just keeps staring at him as if he had grown another head. Qinghua clears his throat. “This servant thought Junshang should eat something after a long day.”

Binghe looks at the tray, then at him, then the tray again and he seems like his about to reject the offer. Qinghua holds his breath, already preparing for the burning sensation of rejection. Instead Binghe surprises him by saying:

“Bring it here.”

The peak lord nods and feels so excited he almost trips in his way to the throne. He offers the buns and Binghe stares at them with mild disgust (maybe because his treacherous shishu made them) and after long consideration he finally takes one.

He gives it a sniff before taking a big bite.

Binghe’s eyes open wide and for a brief moment they seem to shine. He keeps eating one after the other and Qinghua feels his heart fill with warmth at the sight remembering when Binghe was 3 years old and tried the buns for the first time.

“I’m glad Junshang enjoyed the buns.” Said the cultivator with a small but honest smile.

Binghe seems to finally realize what he had done and cleans the crumbs with his sleeve.

“Shang… shishu,” Wow, really having a hard time respecting your elders, huh, mister? “… made this on his own?”

“This one did!” He says proudly. “If Junshang desires this servant can always prepare more“ Qinghua offers because he knows his son enough to know he won’t ask for them again even if he loved them.

“… Do as you wish.” Oh, someone has been spending some time with his King. Doesn’t matter.

This is a good sign, right? First positive interaction with his son since forever— oh! Maybe he can prepare him some congee and mantuo next time? Yes! He can’t wait!

…

// Binghe’s angrily eating buns the next day in his room, crying: I miss my mom (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) stupid rat—

[emchante]

something about divorced dad!daniel and going to his place first a date but you end up finding that his ex is already there 😵‍💫😵‍💫

OHH, HELLO THERE?? loving this!! loving the angst potential!! drabble below as per!

daniel plans the date a while in advance, of course. he makes sure it’s at least a couple weeks away so he can make sure that his ex can have the kids on that night. he knows you’re fond of them and wouldn’t mind a night in, but he wants a night with just you. a night where the relationship can hopefully strengthen, rather than be one where you both fuck every now and then.

so it’s settled, you have a date, and you have a plan. you were to go to his place around an hour before the reservations for whatever restaurant he had booked (he kept it a surprise), for some pre-drinks, shall we say. that was perfect for you, you had no reason to not like it. plus, he was your neighbour. everything was fine.

you had spent most of the day fussing about what you should wear. should it be casual? should it be fancy? and your make-up was another thing. should you wear a little, or doll yourself up? that was how most of the day had went, until you decided fuck it. this is a first date, the first night you and daniel will truly sit down as just.. you and daniel. no neighbours-with-benefits or whatever you had going on.

so, you decide on something in the middle of casual and fancy, and your make-up is minimal. nothing extreme, just a little eyeliner and blush. you have a look in the mirror when your clothes are on, make-up is done and your hair is the way you want it. for once, you feel confident. you’re happy with yourself, and you hope daniel will be happy too.

so when it’s time, you make your way over to his house. you’re shy, which is a little bizarre. you’re so eager to fuck and tease him usually, why is tonight so.. different? maybe it’s the fact tonight is where it becomes serious, maybe it’s because you didn’t realise how attracted you were to him, in more ways than one.

you finally knock at the door, shifting your weight from one foot to another while you wait for it to open. it takes a few moments, but you hear the keys jingle in the lock. you stand up straighter, smile ready for—

oh.

you weren’t expecting to be met with an older woman at the door, especially not one who’s scowling at you, looking you up and down as if you’re some.. creature. you gulp, smiling nervously at her. who was she?

“so this is who danny was talking about,” she mutters, raising a brow at you. you feel a pit in your stomach at the way she speaks, and the way she says danny.

as if she knows him, as if it’s a common nickname that leaves her lips.

and then it sinks in, that maybe she does. maybe.. that was his ex.

do we want a continuation.. perhaps.. 🫣

[procyonloser]

Mini au fic IDK. Pre adamsapple. Divorced Dad Adam. Modern/Human Au

Old man yaoi

Adam picked up Abel, who was still sniffing even as he latched onto Adam's leg. Cain, on the other hand, was glowering up at his brother, still holding onto his backpack and clearly not wanting to go. Admittedly, Adam wasn't happy about being here at fucking 2 in the goddamn morning either.

"Sorry," Charlie said, lisping a bit since she'd gotten braces. She might have tried to look goth, but she was still a theater kid at heart. "In school, everyone was talking about this new movie...I mentioned it to the twins, it sounded like they wanted to see it."

"I did want to see it." Cain complained, siding with his step sister and looking put out.

"Yeah, well, Abel pissed himself in fear, so maybe no fucking slasher movies for kids under 10?" Adam huffed, readjusting Abel on his hip so the kid wasn't strangling him. "Where's your mom?"

"On a date, in the city. They were dressed all fancy and left in a really cool car." Cain said glumly.

"Wouldn't take us with."

Yeah, no shit, Adam thought to himself. He couldn't imagine a worse hell than a romantic date with two 7 year olds tagging along the entire time.

"Why don't you have any cars like that?" Cain asked him.

"Because your mom took all my shit in the divorce, and then married a rich fuck." Adam said in feigned sweetness. Charlie looked upset, eyebrows fitting together, but she was all of 13, and she knew just as well as he did that her mom Lilith was Adam's other ex wife. So, he had reason to be annoyed. "Now get your shit and get in the car, we're going home. It's too late at night for this and your brother is going to need therapy."

"The monster that lived under his bed ate out the man's eyeballs." Abel mumbled into his shoulder. Great, Adam wasn't going to sleep alone for a year.

"You suck, I wish Lucifer was my dad..." Cain stomped down the front steps with as much force as a 7 year old could muster. Adam rolled his eyes, but before he could open his mouth again, a candyapple red car came screaming up the very long driveway.

"Fuck," Adam whispered under his breath. "Here we go again."

Lucifer practically jumped out of the front seat, running up the sidewalk looking concerned, but his tie was noticeably loose, and the buttons on his shirt weren't in the right spot. There was what a bit on lipstick on his neck.

"I got your message, Charlie, is everything alright?" Lucifer asked, looking at his daughter in worry. "No one is hurt, are they?"

"Everything is fine," Adam cut her off, glaring down at the older man. "Abel got scared, I'm taking the boys home."

Lucifer looked between him and the boys, frown curling his expression downwards. "Oh no, that's too bad. I'm so sorry to hear that, I was really looking forward to the weekends they were here..."

Not enough to stop you from going out and plowing Eve on a Friday night, Adam thought in smoldering anger. He'd had to drive all the way across town to drop them off, only to come back in the middle of the fucking night for them.

"Yeah, I had the rest of the weekend planned. Homemade pancakes and waffles with whipped cream and fruit, then I was going to take them to LuLuWorld, and then I was going to let them pick out any toy set they wanted." Lucifer listed off, seemingly legitimately upset by the news. Abel's head picked up off of Adam, and he looked at his step father in sudden fixation.

Eve got out of the car, glare fixed on Adam before rounding it to wrap her arm through Lucifer's. She sure as fuck never wore any dresses like that when he'd been married to her.

"Well, if the boys want to stay with Adam, that's fine. Nothing wrong with that, Charlie likes to stay at her mother's some days too." Eve practically purred, running a finger along Lucifer's jaw. Lucifer looked up at her with adoration that made Adam's stomach turn. How long had it been since he and Lucifer had been friends?

"I think I'm okay now," Abel said, pushing to get down on the ground. Adam let him go, and Abel ran over to his step sister's side, which caused Cain to do the same. "Yeah, I'm totally okay now. Thanks Dad, see you again Monday!"

"Or never, we could just stay here," Cain said under his breath, but Adam heard it anyway.

"Oh good!" Lucifer said, turning to smile at Adam, like he was doing him some kind of favor. "I'm sure you're happy to get your weekends back! I'm sure you're busy."

Eve scoffed, and Adam boiled below the surface.

"Fucking whatever man." Adam turned to walk towards his car, but Eve stopped him with a small smile on her painted lips. Lucifer was already leading the kids back into the house, promising them popcorn and a happier movie to watch.

"Maybe we should rethink custody arrangements?" Eve raised her eyebrow at him, a sly smile darkening her features. "The twins seem much happier here."

Adam fumed, marching up to get in her face, not afraid of how it looked. "Fuck. You. You didn't even want them. I had to fucking beg you to take them on the weekends because they wanted their mom. You're not taking them from me."

Eve didn't seem bothered by his response. "Looks like I already have." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and sauntered back into the house, only sending one last parting message to him. "By the way, Adam? He's bigger."

The door shut behind her, and Adam was left outside, cold, in the dark, and pondering arsony.

"Maybe I'll fucking steal him from you, see how you like it!" Adam shouted at the front door, hands balled up into fists at his sides. "I can't fucking wait until you're miserable and I'm the one sucking his fucking soul out through his co-"

The door creaked back open, and Lucifer looked out of it, brows furrowed. "...Uh...the kids can hear you."

Adam turned bright red from embarrassment. "Fucking good! I'm glad!"

Lucifer stared at him. "... Right, goodnight, Adam."

With that the door shut, and Adam got back into his car, slamming the door closed, and then hitting his head against the steering wheel about fifty times.

First loves sucked. Second loves sucked more. Third loves sucked hardest.

He hoped his ramen in the microwave hadn't gotten mushy.

[dyns33]

Only Wastelands part 3

The people have spoken ! Viva the Ghoul ! Feo fuerte y formal. And since I'm all three of that, I'll give you part 3 and not a new story.

Just, be patient, it will be a longer series than even I expected. I think 5 or 6 parts.

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It was now official, Y/N was the unluckiest person in all of the wastelands.

The only thing she had always wanted since she came out of her hole was to survive, for as long as possible, having to do as little harm as possible, and staying all alone, far from creatures, people, Cooper and Vault Tech.

Henry MacLean's smile clearly indicated his pre-atomization work. Smooth talking, manipulating, complimenting and lying to get what he wanted.

No doubt he was considered gifted at the time, but Lucy's father didn't seem to have fully understood that the rules had changed and those who remained had adapted.

He needed a guide and a bodyguard to get to a high-security shelter. Like his daughter, he had a keen eye, he had spotted her as she was about to leave New Vegas, and her pitboy had left him thinking that they were part of the same side.

Y/N would have told him that she only had one side, hers, but she was smart enough to keep a neutral face while he spoke to her. Were all the inhabitants of the Vault so damn talkative ?

"If you come with me, if you help me, I can guarantee you a special place in a wonderful vault. You will be safe, fed, with water, clothes, a bed. It's a good deal, right ?”

“And what makes you think they’ll welcome you with open arms ?”

The question seemed to confuse him for a moment, then he put on his fake smile again, pretending that everything would be fine and that his friends wouldn't let him down.

Either he was totally stupid or he was deluding himself. Hope took a long time to die here.

In any case, even if the deal was tempting, everything was against accepting it. Because she couldn't trust Henry and Vault, because she didn't want to go back underground, because Cooper was looking for this guy and her primery goal was to never see the Ghoul again.

The problem was the armor. Now that he had spotted her and considered her to be his best means of reaching his destination, MacLean was not going to let her go so easily.

He could shoot her if she tried to flee, and he would be hard to kill with his protection. Coop had told her about a malfunction, but Y/N wasn't sure where it was.

To continue to survive, it was therefore wiser to follow MacLean, returning his smile, waiting for the ideal moment to disappear. But the man was not as stupid as he seemed, and he refused to sleep, never leaving her side.

Still less clever than Lucy, he did not connect their pitboys.

When they arrived at his destination, Y/N was sure that this was the end. Vault Tech was made up of assholes, so they were going to kill their dear employee, or they were going to leave him out, and most certainly, they were going to kill her.

But no. In their hypocritical pretense of saviors of humanity, the doors were opened and they were received as nobles.

It would be a lie to say that Y/N didn't appreciate the hot shower she was able to take in her private room. The first in years. She savored the food, she resisted jumping on the bed like a child, and she cried a bit while watching TV, showing scenes of the life before, lost forever.

And after a presentation on community life in the shelters, a movie. An old Western film. With the main star, Cooper Howard.

Y/N had never seen his movies. She had seen the posters, she had heard of the actor, he appeared in Vault ads until his divorce and the accusations of communism.

More serious than in the picture he had given her, quite ridiculous with his fringed suit, he gave a moral lesson to his enemy, saying that killing was wrong. Ah, Coop would die laughing if he heard that now.

This thought made her a little sad. Y/N was mad at him, and at the same time she put herself in his boots.

He had been betrayed by his ex-wife, he had been separated from his daughter, he had transformed into a sort of zombie, still conscious thanks to medication but in danger of losing his mind at any moment, wandering for eternity in the wastelands, where he could be killed, insulted, or see those he took the risk of loving die in front of him.

Maybe he had loved her at one time. She wanted to believe that. She wanted to believe that this man on the screen hadn't disappeared, he was just hurt, bruised, and wanting to protect himself. So it was normal that he didn't want to keep a burden like her any longer.

She had to keep the good memories.

His laugh, the time they danced together in a ruined dinner, his arm around her as she slept on his shoulder.

When he called her a fucking pet, a good ribbance, no one he cared about.

It was a bit out of boredom, and mostly thinking about her next move, that Y/N hacked into the vault's system, to look at their little secrets and get useful information, like where the food was stored and how to get out without being spotted.

She didn't expect to see the name Howard. Barbara and Janey Howard.

Obviously she had fallen into the main, original, most important Vault, which brought together people deemed to be priorities such as the president of the country, the president of Vault Tech, their advisors and their families.

He wasn't as important, and that's why he'd been placed elsewhere, but Henry had been loyal, and he could tell them about the state of the outside world, so they'd let him in. Y/N’s fate was still to be determined.

Leaving now, stealing supplies and waiting for nightfall would have been easy for her. The best thing to do.

But Y/N had often imagined this little girl, adored by her father. Cooper didn't talk about her often, his voice shaking whenever he mentioned Janey. His little Janey.

No doubt he would be here soon, he could get her back himself. But what if he couldn't do it ? What if he was killed trying ? What if the little girl was killed because, thinking she wasn't there, he blew everything up ?

It was not stated whether Barbara was still alive. Y/N didn’t really care. This woman could use her status as a mother all she wanted to justify her actions, what she had done was abominable.

At her request, Janey had been put to sleep, and she was not to be awakened until the outside was perfectly safe and sound, and then the world would be hers.

It was impossible to tell whether that was a good thing or not, whether it wouldn't have been better if she had simply grown up in the Vault after the explosion, or if she hadn't survived to never see all this.

But it was not the time for useless questions like this. Not anymore. Using all her knowledge and discretion, Y/N sneaked up to the cryonyzation chambers.

One thing was certain, Janey was her father's daughter. She had his look, stubborn and clever like him, immediately wary of this stranger who asked her to follow her. Her parents had often told her not to follow people she didn't know.

"Hold on." Y/N said kindly as she took out the photo Cooper had given her. "Look. Your dad gave her to me. He told me a lot about you. His favorite cowgirl. He's looking for you everywhere."

That wasn't entirely true. He had looked for her everywhere. Despair had slowed his motivation a bit after a hundred years.

"Daddy ? You know where my daddy is ?"

"Yes. I'll take you to see him, all right ?"

Her smile. Even the sun was not as radiant as the smile of this little girl, who jumped into her arms, happy to be able to find her daddy.

Y/N would later think about how she didn't want to find the father, and that Janey would be in for a bit of a shock if they ended up meeting him.

After all, Cooper had changed, physically and mentally. It wasn't going to be so easy to explain to her that he had had health problems, but that it was really him, without a nose, with charred skin, yellow teeth, and blood on his hands.

Children were rare in the wastelands. It wasn't a place for them, people weren't crazy enough to procreate. Some could no longer do so, because of the radiation. And the little ones often left very early, for various reasons, both sad and horrible.

She no longer really remembered how to behave around a child, nor how a child behave. For the moment, the little girl was calm, holding her hand as she followed her out of the shelter.

But she might be scared outside. Not obeying, walking too slowly, shouting. Oh, she shouldn't scream, that would attract all the raiders and deathclaws in the area. And if something happened to her, then after three years, the Ghoul would finally come for Y/N.

Just, not to save her.

"It's very dangerous out there. Okay, Janey ?" she explained, kneeling down in front of the little girl to look her in the eyes. "You're going to have to be brave, and do everything I say. Can you do that ?"

"Yes."

"You promise me ? It really wouldn't be easy."

“We cowpokes take it as it comes.” Janey said proudly, her smile as adorable as ever, but her expression showing her seriousness. She understood well.

"Alright. So, don't make a sound. You stay calm, you stay close to me unless I tell you to hide, and you wait for me to come get you."

“And we’re going to see my daddy ?”

"… Yes. We're going to see your dad. We just have to… He loves you a lot, he's been a little sick."

“I’ll give him a kiss so he can heal.”

"We'll see about that. I have Radaway. I'm going to open the door, and I'm going to carry you, because there's a chance the turrets will shoot at us. Don't scream, hold on tight and trust me."

Janey continued to smile, giving a thumbs up. She may not have understood everything after all, but that was normal at her age.

Her little hands would squeeze tighter when they were outside, the heat and putrid air beating down on them, but she didn't make a sound, her head in her neck, while Y/N ran as fast as possible away from here, taking cover, dodging gunfire and ignoring alarms.

In the desert, you couldn't stop until you were sure you were alone, hidden by the night. Then they could sit down, drink a bit, and look at the direction they had to take.

And looking at the map of her pitboy, where Lucy MacLean's exact location was flashing happily, Y/N sighed, adjusting Janey against her so she was sleeping in a comfortable position, knowing full well where she needed to go.

It was time to face her demons.

[buzzquill]

Due Process... or whatever

Read it on AO3!

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Gabriel

Word Count: 3602

Fic Summary:

Sam Winchester knew his divorce from Becky would be a mess. He didn’t expect the process server, Gabriel, to be a cocky, sugar-fiending lawyer with a smirk that spelled trouble. Hiring him was supposed to be strictly business. Turns out, getting served was just the beginning.

Fic Warnings: mlm SMUT

Author’s Note:

Y'all. I really wanted to call this "Served... cunt 💅" but my beta wouldn't let me... Anyhoo, this is my first time writing smut in YEARS. Be kind!

Sam had been expecting this.

Didn’t make it any less annoying.

He leaned against the doorframe, the late afternoon sun slanting through the trees behind him, painting long golden streaks across the porch. Arms crossed over his broad chest, he was a wall of muscle and barely contained irritation. The man standing before him, however, looked as if he had just won the damn lottery. There was a kind of insufferable delight in the way he stood: casual confidence and smug amusement, a bright red sucker swishing around in his mouth like this was the highlight of his day.

"Samuel Winchester?" The voice was honey-smooth, slow and deliberate, the kind that belonged in dimly lit bars, telling stories over glasses of top-shelf whiskey. Amusement curled at the edges like he was savoring the moment.

Sam clenched his jaw. "Yeah."

With a dramatic flourish, the man produced an envelope and smacked it against Sam’s chest. "Congratulations, kiddo. You’ve been served."

A scent clung to the air between them; old paper, something faintly spicy. Cinnamon? Cardamom? Warm and sharp. Sam scowled and yanked the envelope from the man’s grasp, the rustling paper cutting through the quiet hum of cicadas. He flipped it open, just to be sure, but there it was, in crisp, black ink: the official end of his ill-advised marriage to Becky Rosen.

The guy didn’t leave. If anything, he seemed even more pleased, eyes gleaming like he’d just found something particularly interesting to toy with. He tilted his head, and the light caught in his golden-brown hair, tousled just enough to look effortless.

"You’re taking this well," he mused, voice like silk wrapped around steel. "Usually, this is where I get a door slammed in my face. Maybe some shouting. Once, a guy threw a can of soup at me. Chicken noodle. Hurt like a bitch."

Sam exhaled sharply, trying to will away the growing tension in his shoulders. "I knew this was coming."

"Good for you, big guy. That’s called emotional maturity." The man leaned in slightly, his smirk deepening, the scent of something sweet lingering between them. Vanilla, maybe. Burnt sugar. "And hey, if you need legal representation, I happen to be a lawyer. Gabriel. At your service."

Sam eyed him warily. "You’re the process server and the lawyer?"

"A lawyer." Gabriel waggled his eyebrows. "You can’t serve the papers on your own case, but I gotta keep life interesting. Like I said, you would not believe the drama I witness while serving papers. Almost more delicious than winning a case."

Sam was about to shut the door in his face after all, but Gabriel was faster, stepping just a little closer, the heat of him palpable even in the thick summer air. "Just saying: you look like you could use someone who knows the ins and outs of messy divorces. And I’m very, very good at what I do."

That shouldn’t have sounded as suggestive as it did.

Sam hated that his brain immediately went there.

Gabriel definitely noticed, because his smirk turned downright wicked, eyes flickering over Sam like he was assessing something of great interest. "Tell you what, Champ, sleep on it. If you wanna talk shop, my number’s in the paperwork."

Sam exhaled sharply, already regretting everything about today. "Fine."

Gabriel winked and turned on his heel, sauntering down the porch steps with a lazy grace that seemed entirely too practiced. "Pleasure doing business with you, Sammy."

The door clicked shut. Sam groaned, pressing his forehead against the wood.

This was going to be a long fucking week.

He looked around his house. Boxed up and in shambles. He’d known this was coming, genuinely he had. When your wife comes home, missing clothes and reeking of sex after fucking some random-ass author at her publisher event, you kinda see the writing on the wall. Then, apparently, the fuck-face author already proposed. Then, HR found a string of inappropriate emails between Becky and other male authors going back years and she got fired. Then, she "always wanted to be a stay-at-home wife" anyway.

Whatever.

Sam went back to packing, trying not to think of Becky. Or Gabriel. But god, was he a pretty and pretty interesting guy. That’s it. Sucking on candy during a professional interaction. Ridiculous. Obscene.

And, shit. Kinda hot.

With a resigned sigh, he pulled out his phone. Hey. Got the papers. I’ll sign them once I have a chance to look them over. Sent.

----

Sam wasn’t going to call him.

And yet, less than twenty-four hours later, he sat at his kitchen table, Gabriel’s number glowing on his phone screen like it was mocking him. Becky had called. Twice. Her messages were a mess of contradictions - teary apologies laced with veiled threats about dragging this process out for as long as possible. The thought of dealing with it alone made Sam’s skull throb. With a frustrated sigh, he hit call.

Gabriel answered on the second ring. "Well, well. That was fast. Couldn’t resist me, huh?"

Sam rolled his eyes so hard it nearly hurt. "Don’t flatter yourself."

"Too late."

"I need a lawyer."

There was a pause. A shift in Gabriel’s tone. Subtle, but there. "Yeah, Sammy. I figured."

Sam rubbed his temple. "She’s making this complicated."

"They always do," Gabriel said, almost sympathetic. "Tell me everything."

And he did. He told Gabriel everything.

About Becky getting him drunk - literally dosing him with higher-proof alcohol without him noticing - then all but dragging him to a Vegas chapel. The cold shoulders. The fights. The way he’d woken up, not even remembering the damn wedding until Becky shoved the certificate in his face.

He talked so much, he fell asleep on the phone.

-----

It started with legal meetings. Tense. Professional.

But Sam quickly realized that nothing about Gabriel could remain strictly professional. The man had a way of invading his space; leaning too close over paperwork, fingers brushing against Sam’s as he pointed to clauses and fine print. His smell. It was intoxicating. Warm and heady, cloves and burnt sugar. It curled around Sam like an invisible net.

One late night, over whiskey and frustration, Sam let his guard slip. A glance too long. A touch that lingered. And then Gabriel was in his space, eyes dark, lips curling just enough to make Sam’s breath catch.

The kiss was inevitable. Desperate. A collision of hands and heat, all urgency and unspoken need. Gabriel tasted like bourbon and something sweet, caramel melting over fire, smoky and decadent. Sam’s fingers twisted in his jacket, pulling him closer, grounding himself in Gabriel’s warmth. For once, Gabriel didn’t have a quip, just a sharp inhale before he kissed back harder like he’d been waiting for this just as long.

It didn’t stop there.

Sam all but dragged Gabriel toward the bedroom. Slowly, deliberately, eyes locked. The unspoken question hanging between them. Gabriel answered in his own way, with a smirk and a firm push past the threshold, their bodies pressing together as the door clicked shut behind them.

Gabriel noticed Sam’s hardness before Sam even fully processed what they were doing, before he could overthink it. But Sam was too distracted by the heat of him, the way their breaths mingled, the press of skin against skin.

Gabriel’s grip tightened in Sam’s hair, tilting his head back just enough to force a breath between them. "You good?" he murmured, voice husky, barely holding himself back.

Sam nodded, breath hitching. “Yeah,” he gasped, voice rough. “I’m fuckin’ great. Do you… wanna stop?” His brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of concern beneath the need.

“No, no,” Gabriel reassured him, a slow grin spreading across his face as he finally released his grip, his hand moving to cradle Sam’s face instead. His thumb traced over Sam’s bottom lip, teasing. “I just wanna make sure you know this makes you fucking gay.”

Sam let out a breathless laugh, his chest shaking with it, his hands steadying Gabriel on top of him. “Yeah. I’ve been aware for a while. Becky was aware too. That’s when things -”

“Good,” Gabriel hummed, pushing Sam fully onto the mattress, his weight pressing down. “Because I’m not some dumpster baby on prom night that you can just pretend never happened.” He leaned in, voice a whisper against Sam’s lips. “If I let you fuck me,” his fingers worked at the button of Sam’s pants, his hips rolling just slightly, teasing, “then I need to make sure you remember fondly.”

“Yeah?” Sam swallowed. “Let me?”

“Oh, please, kiddo,” Gabriel smirked, leaning in just enough that their lips barely brushed. “I’d let you, but let’s be real: you’ve been dreaming about taking your frustrations out on me since the moment I walked through your door. Fucking the guy that delivered your wife’s divorce papers? Now, that’s poetic justice.”

Sam let out a low chuckle, the heat between them crackling like a live wire. With a sudden, fluid movement, he flipped them, pressing Gabriel into the mattress, relishing in the surprised sound that slipped from his lips. Sam’s palm flattened against Gabriel’s chest, just inches from his throat, keeping him pinned as he shimmied out of his jeans. His cock pressed hard against the fabric of his black boxers. The friction between them was unbearable, their bodies flush, heat pooling between them as Sam ground down, the hard press of Gabriel against him leaving no doubt about where this was headed.

“In there,” Sam whispered, nodding toward the bedside table just above Gabe’s head. Without taking his eyes off Sam, Gabriel barely shifted beneath his palm, reaching into the drawer with practiced ease. His fingers brushed against cool wood before closing around a crinkly, square foil packet and the smooth, rounded edge of a bottle. They quickly found their way into his hand.

Sam’s lips curled into a slow smile as Gabriel revealed the condom and lube. “Now,” Sam purred, voice thick with command, “put it on me.”

Gabriel couldn’t help the way his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, or the way his throat tightened as he swallowed… hard. He was downright embarrassed by the audible gulp that nearly escaped him when Sam slowly lifted his hand from his chest. And when only his fingertips remained, Sam pressed them down - just for a second - firm, deliberate, pushing Gabe into the bed, just enough to send a sharp thrill of anticipation down Gabriel’s spine, blurring the line between fear and excitement.

Now, Gabriel isn’t the kind to take orders. He either leads or does his own damn thing. The moment someone tries to command him, he finds a way to do the opposite. If he was honest, it was often just for the hell of it. But under Sam’s touch, his gaze, his voice wrapped in quiet authority, Gabriel was nothing if not a good and faithful servant.

Sam rose to his feet, standing with his knees pressed against the mattress. Silently, still frustratingly clothed, Gabriel crawled up to Sam - who was now shrugging off his shirt. Gabe sat in silence for a moment, memorizing every inch of his chest and torso as Gabriel tore open the condom a bit before biting onto the corner of the foil to free up his hands. 

With the condom pinned between teeth and lube laid haphazardly against his knee, he watched as Gabrial slowly lowered Sam’s boxers. Man was he in trouble, he couldn’t help but think as his cock sprung free. Gabriel glanced up at him, and fuck, that look. Like he had Sam all figured out, like he knew exactly how much restraint Sam was holding onto. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sam’s boxers and started to drag them down, inch by inch, until Sam’s cock was free, thick and flushed, standing hard against his stomach. Gabriel thought it was almost cartoonish; he laughed a bit.

“Woah, dude,” Sam fake gasped, “you can’t just laugh at a man with his pants down.”

“I’m sorry,” Gabe gasped, “you’re just.. So huge that it’s almost a joke.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but before he could say anything, Gabriel’s lips brushed against his hip, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin, and just like that, all coherent thought left Sam’s head. Without a second thought, Gabriel dove in. The smell of Sam was intoxicating. “You smell so good.” He whispered, kissing circles around Sam’s cock, lapping momentarily at his flesh. He told himself it was to make sure the condom slid on smoothly.

Gabriel didn’t move fast. No, he lingered. Lips dragging, tongue flicking out to taste, slow and indulgent, like he was taking his time with something expensive. Something worth savoring.

Sam clenched his fists at his sides, trying to keep himself from just grabbing Gabriel, from guiding his mouth exactly where he wanted it.

"Relax, big guy," Gabriel murmured, voice full of amusement, like he could feel the tension rolling through Sam’s body. "You always this wound up?"

Sam’s jaw flexed. "Gabriel."

Gabriel grinned against his skin, then, finally, his mouth closed around the head of Sam’s cock, wet and warm, sucking just enough to make Sam’s breath hitch. His hands settled against Sam’s thighs, fingers pressing into firm muscle, holding him steady, keeping him right there so Sam could feel everything.

Gabriel took his time. Lips soft, tongue working slow circles, dragging out the anticipation until Sam’s head tipped back, fingers curling into Gabriel's hair, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

And Gabriel was into it. There was no question. The way he moaned, low and pleased, as he took more of Sam into his mouth, the way his hands gripped Sam’s thighs like he was anchoring himself there, like this was as good for him as it was for Sam.

It did something to him.

Sam cracked his eyes open, looking down just in time to see Gabriel glance up, pupils blown, lips wrapped around his cock, and fuck, that nearly did him in right then and there.

"Jesus, Gabe…"

Gabriel hummed in response, the vibration sending a sharp spike of pleasure through Sam’s spine. And then he pulled off, licking his lips like he was tasting something particularly decadent.

"Patience, Sammy," he teased, thumb tracing the sensitive vein along the underside of Sam’s cock. "We got all night."

Slowly Gabriel inched the condom on, eyes glued to Sam’s. “Good boy. Now, you just have way too many clothes on.”

Gabriel didn’t rush. He never rushed.

He lifted himself from the mattress with slow, deliberate movements, sitting back on his heels as he met Sam’s gaze, eyes dark with something wicked. Something knowing. The smirk that curled at the edges of his lips was downright sinful like he could feel the anticipation thrumming under Sam’s skin.

And Sam? Sam couldn’t look away.

Gabriel started with his tie, fingers toying with the knot, teasing it loose with a lazy kind of grace. He pulled it free inch by inch, letting the silk slide between his fingers before tossing it aside like it was nothing. His hands dropped to the first button of his shirt, popping it open with maddening slowness, then the next, and the next, baring inch after inch of golden skin.

Sam’s breath caught in his throat.

Gabriel knew exactly what he was doing. He pushed the fabric from his shoulders in one smooth motion, letting it slip down his arms, exposing sharp collarbones and the defined lines of his chest. The dim light cast soft shadows over the cut of his ribs, the faint trace of muscle beneath the lean frame. Sam’s eyes followed the movement, tracking the way Gabriel’s fingers drifted lower, grazing over his stomach, down to the waistband of his slacks.

Gabriel’s smirk deepened as he undid the button, slow enough to drive Sam insane, his knuckles brushing against his own stomach. The sound of the zipper dragging down filled the air, too loud in the thick silence between them. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pausing just long enough to make Sam wait before pushing the fabric down over his hips, exposing smooth, bare skin.

The breath Sam hadn’t realized he was holding left him in a sharp exhale.

Gabriel stepped out of his slacks, kicking them aside with practiced ease before standing there, completely bare, utterly unashamed, letting Sam look. And god, Sam looked.

Gabriel was all golden skin and sharp edges, compact muscle softened just enough to be enticing, his body lean and built for trouble. His cock was flushed, half-hard already, standing as proof that he wanted this just as much as Sam did. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way he stood: shoulders back, chin tilted, utterly confident in his own skin like he knew he was a sight worth looking at.

And Sam? He was fucked.

Gabriel’s voice was low when he finally spoke, thick with amusement. “Cat got your tongue, Sammy?”

Sam swallowed hard, dragging his gaze to Gabriel’s face, to the wicked gleam in his eyes, the smirk playing at his lips.

His own voice was rough when he answered. "Get on the fucking bed"

Gabriel stilled for a second. Just a second. And then his smirk returned, slow and sharp.

"Aye, aye, Captain."

He shifted, crawling onto the bed and dropping onto his chest, with his knees still planted on the bed so that he could arch his back enough to be a problem. Sam pressed a hand against the small of his back, steadying him, letting his fingers linger. Gabriel glanced over his shoulder, voice low, teasing.

"Fuck me, Sammy,” he purred, “I can take it."

Sam’s breath came out in a slow exhale.

"Yeah," he murmured, gripping Gabriel’s hip, his other hand trailing lower, fingers slipping between his thighs, teasing. "I figured."

And when Gabriel let out a sharp, shuddering breath, pressing back against Sam’s touch, Sam knew neither of them were getting any sleep tonight.

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Hours later, Sam woke to find Gabriel still there. Sam watches him through the open bedroom door, he’s lounging against the counter in nothing but a smirk and a half-buttoned shirt. “Told you I was good at what I do,” he called somehow sensing Sam now being awake, sipping from one of Sam’s coffee mugs.

Sam groaned, covering his face. “You’re insufferable.”

Gabriel grinned. “Yeah, but you like it.”

Sam didn’t answer. Because, damn it, he did.

The papers sat on the counter beside Gabriel, waiting.

Sam stared at them from across the room, still sprawled in bed, one arm draped over his eyes, the other resting on the empty space where Gabriel had been an hour ago. The sheets smelled like him now: clove, burnt sugar, something warm and sharp that lingered even in absence.

Gabriel made a noise in the kitchen, something between a hum and a chuckle, and Sam cracked an eye open again just in time to see him stretch, arching his back like a satisfied cat. His half-buttoned shirt did nothing to hide the marks Sam had left on his collarbone, nor the lazy way he carried himself like he had nowhere better to be.

"You gonna keep staring or are you gonna sign those damn papers?" Gabriel asked, lifting Sam’s coffee mug to his lips. “I know she said she was going to drag it out but those papers suggest that must be a new development because they offer a clean break. No dividing, nothing. Sign them before she gets a messier divorce written up.”

Sam groaned, dragging a hand through his hair before forcing himself upright. His body ached, in the best way possible, but his mind was already shifting, grounding back into reality. The divorce. That was the whole reason Gabriel had been in his life in the first place. The reason they met. The reason this happened.

Sam swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sighed. "You always this much of an asshole in the morning?"

Gabriel smirked, taking another slow sip of coffee before setting the mug down with a deliberate clink. "Nah, just with clients who fuck me before finalizing their legal affairs."

Sam scrubbed a hand over his eyes, forcing down a laugh, because he refused to give Gabriel the satisfaction. Instead, he stood, stretching out the soreness in his back with a series of satisfying pops, and made his way to the counter. The divorce papers sat beside Gabriel, who must’ve been reading over them again, but now they wait for his signature.

Gabriel leaned his head against Sam’s broad shoulder with a sigh.

"You know," he said, casual, "you sign these, you’re officially a free man."

Sam glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow. "You looking for a follow-up commitment?"

Gabriel’s smirk widened, but there was something else there, something flickering in his gaze. Quick, quiet, unreadable. "Nah," he said, too easily. "Just making sure you don’t get cold feet."

Sam didn’t. He never would.

He picked up the pen, pressed it to the page, and signed his name in steady, deliberate strokes. The finality of it settled deep, but it wasn’t heavy. It was a release.

Gabriel whistled low. "Damn. Just like that, huh? No last-minute regrets?"

Sam exhaled, setting the pen down. "Just one."

Gabriel tilted his head, interest sparking in his eyes. "Oh?"

Sam turned, closing the space between them, resting a hand on the counter beside Gabriel’s hip. "That we haven’t met sooner."

Gabriel’s smirk twitched like he was really fighting not to grin. But he didn’t fight when Sam kissed him - deep, slow, something final and beginning all at once.

[dumbasslesbi2]

Let Me Read To You ~ Chapter 1 (Agatha x Rio Bookstore AU)

Summary:

Agatha has just finished finalizing her divorce to Wanda and now has to move to a new town with her son Nicholas. When she moves in her neighbors recommend she joins the lesbian book club. However she can't help but fall for the owner of the store, Rio Vidal.

Notes:

Hi! Omg we're back with another series! This one may or may not be longer than the last one and we may or may not be smut in this one.

Agatha needed to leave, she needed a new place to go. She needed a place that would be safe for Nicky, her precious baby boy. She had recently been divorced by her ex wife Wanda, even though she was the toxic one. For the years they were together she had been cheating on Agatha and now basically had a whole other family that Agatha never knew about. Luckily for Agatha, Wanda wanted no custody of their child but that didn't mean the divorce went easily. Agatha said fuck it and drove. She drove and drove with Nicholas until she found a quaint place, Westview. She was able to afford a house there and since she did remote work it didn't matter where they lived. The house had everything she needed, 2 bedrooms and an office for her to work in. She couldn't have been happier with her decision.

“Hi! You must be the new neighbor, I'm Jennifer but you can just call me Jen. Do you need any help?” Jen said, walking up to Agatha who was getting boxes out of her car. “ Oh perfect! Could you please? I didn't realize how much of a pain it would be to take the boxes out of the car than putting them in. My name's Agatha” she told Jen, putting down a box to shake her hand. It was then after the handshake that Agatha heard crying in the house and ran inside to go check on Nicholas. She had already set up his playpen and let him have his tablet but of course he still wanted attention. “What's wrong my precious prince?” She asked Nicholas as she lifted him up. “Wanted Mommy” he said in-between sniffles. “Well, I'm right here, we still need to unpack baby.“ She said, kissing the crown of her son. “Hey Agatha where do you want me to put this one?” Jen asked as she entered the house. “Right here in the living room is fine for now, it's just more of Nicholas’s toys” she told her, still holding her child. “Nicholas, say hello to Jen” she told her son with a smile. “Hi Jen!” He said, giggling. “Why hello there mister. Looks like we're going to be neighbors now” Jen said, taking the small child's hand and shaking it. Nicholas couldn't help but laugh more. Agatha put him back in his play pen and unloaded the rest of the boxes. They got all of them squared away and Agatha thanked Jen for all her help. “If you ever need help just come on over, me or my wife should be home” Jen told Agatha before taking her leave. “Noted, thanks again for all the help!” Agatha said before tending back to Nicholas. 

It took Agatha a couple days to become adjusted to their new lives, she enrolled Nicholas into pre-school since he was only three and he had a tough time being away from his mother. She felt heartbroken that he was crying so often for her but the teachers reassured her that it just takes children a bit to adjust and that he’ll get used to it. She talked to Jen more and even met her wife Alice, after learning about Agatha’s situation they both recommended that she join them for the sapphic book club. Apparently the town had a famous lesbian bookstore that had a lesbian book club that met every saturday. She gave it some thought and said heck with it, she even made sure to book a babysitter for Nicholas. “I’m so happy you agreed to come with us!” Alice said as she was starting the car. “Thank you guys so much for inviting me, I really have to repay you two for all the help you’ve done for me” Agatha said as she was putting on her seatbelt. “Nonsense, everyone deserves friends and a support system” Jen said, fixing her makeup. 

As the three pulled up to the bookstore Agatha couldn’t help but admire it for a moment. It looked old and relic but in a good way, she loved the vintage look of things. “Come on girl!” Jen said to Agatha holding the door. As the three went through Agatha couldn’t help but space out and stare once again. “Rio! We got a new member, this is Agatha!” Alice said, getting the bookstore owner. “Perfect, we really need to recruit more people” Rio said, coming out from the back of the store. Agatha turned around to greet the woman but was speechless. She was absolutely stunned by the woman that appeared before her. Rio was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and some jeans with her big nerdy glasses that she always wore but Agatha couldn’t help but find her adorable. “Oh uh, hi! I’m Agatha” she said to Rio, shaking her head slightly to take herself out of her daze. Little did Agatha know that Rio was doing the exact same thing Agatha was. Rio couldn’t stop herself from checking out the total milf that Agatha was. Even though Agatha was also in casual wear just wearing a button of shirt and some jean, Rio thought Agatha was the sexiest milf she ever laid eyes on. “Hi, I’m Rio” she said, taking Agatha’s hand and kissing her knuckles. Jen and Alice couldn’t help but snicker, they kind of planned on this happening especially since Rio was a total milf lover. “Follow us to the next room, that’s where we hold our meeting, we should be all set to start” Rio said, showing Agatha over to their reading room. It was a candle lit room with a very calming vibe that Agatha couldn’t only think of as eternal and unworldly. In the room was already another woman, much older than the rest of the group. “Oh a new member, how exciting!” said the lady, already sitting down. “Lilia, this is Agatha, our newest member” Rio said as she was grabbing a book. “Hi! It’s nice to meet you” Agatha said, taking Lilia’s hand and shaking it. 

The women spent two hours talking about different sapphic books but also talked about town drama and problems in their own lives. Also complaining how homophonic the small town could be. Agatha didn’t know anything about the town before moving but she learnt that the town had deemed them as “witches” and thought of their book club as a “coven of witches”. Agatha couldn’t help but laugh at the names, being unused to such labels since she came from a big city. “Besides that though, most town folk don’t care about us and leave us alone” said Alice, giggling with Agatha. “You should have seen this town before the club and bookstore, it used to be horrible when I was growing up. Now you all can at least be yourselves” Lilia said, thinking of her olden days. “That’s why I built this bookstore as soon as I got enough from all my books,” Rio said with a chuckle. “Books? Do you write?” Agatha asked, looking over at Rio. “Yeah, my Rio Vidal if that helps” Rio said before getting up to get some snacks and drinks for the club. Agatha was starstruck, she thought Rio’s name sounded familiar. Rio was a famous sapphic author, known for writing pure lesbian smut. She had actually gotten into hot water since one of her books were being picked up by a large teen audience and many parents thought Rio was trying to turn their kids gay. Once Rio came back with the snack, the group picked up conversation again for about an hour or so before everyone deemed it time to leave. 

“Oh Agatha, can I actually talk to you before you leave?” Rio asked, winking at Jen and Alice. “We’ll be waiting in the car!” Jen said to her before Agatha could even respond. “I- oh, sure, what is it Rio?” Agatha asked, helping Rio clean up. “By any chance are you free tonight or maybe tomorrow? I would love to take a lady like you out and about” Rio said, smiling at her. “Oh! Um, I think tonight would be good, I have a babysitter for the day so I’m free right now if you wanna maybe go out?” Agatha, trying her best to maintain eye contact with Rio. “Perfect, why don’t you tell Jen and Alice while I close up shop” Rio said, hurrying to clean the store. Agatha went outside and told Jen and Alice what happened, getting an instant approval and congrats from the two. Rio was outside quickly, with a jacket on while she was locking the store. “Have a fun date you two!” Alice said before the two of them drove away. Agatha couldn’t help but blush, it only just hit her right then that she was on a date with the Rio Vidal. “So, what’s on the agenda?” Agatha asked, looking up at the woman. “I was thinking maybe a small stroll in the park and dinner? They’re both walking distance from here so up to you” Rio said, offering her arm.

“So what made you pick a quiet and small town like Westview to move to?” Rio asked as they arrived at the park. “I don’t want to spoil the mood but let’s just say I unfortunately got a divorce” Agatha said, wincing hoping that Rio would still want her. “Ouch, that’s rough. If you wanna ever talk about it, I’m all ears.” Rio said, tugging on Agatha’s arm more. Agatha couldn’t help but smile at Rio’s response, it was the first time she felt actually comfortable and open with someone since the divorce. “Thank you, it’s just been rough having to raise a three year old on my own” Agatha said with a groan. “Aw I’m sorry, I bet you have a cute kid though” Rio said, smiling down at Agatha again. “The cutest, his name’s Nicholas” Agatha told her, getting her phone out to show her a picture. “Yup, I was right. Cutest kid I’ve ever seen” Rio said with a chuckle. “Thank you” Agatha said, giving Rio a kiss on the cheek. She couldn’t help herself anymore, she thought Rio was so cute laughing and the least she could do was kiss her on the cheek. Rio instantly blushed and tried to calm herself down. “Do you wanna sit at that bench? We’ve been walking for a minute” Rio asked, hoping that sitting would help her from being flustered. “Sure!” Agatha said, letting Rio take the lead. “So what made an author like yourself choose such a small town to live in?” Agatha asked, playing with Rio’s fingers. “Honestly, I got tired of the big city and wanted a break from so many people,” Rio said, still blushing. “Oh I couldn’t agree more. I just hope Nicholas doesn’t mind growing up here” Agatha said with a sigh. “He’ll be fine as long as he has you” Rio said, smiling once again at Agatha. There was a moment of quietness as the two just enjoyed each other’s company. Agatha hadn’t felt this at ease with someone else for some time now and was relishing in the feeling. “Do you wanna head over to the restaurant, it’s only a block away from here” Rio asked. “Yeah, that sounds good” Agatha said, clearing her throat to take her mind off of wanting to kiss Rio. 

As they walked to the restaurant they kept asking questions about each other, trying to get more info out of each other. As they arrived at the place, Rio held the door out like the gentleman, well gentlewoman in this case, that she was. They got situated in a booth and ate while also drinking a glass of wine each. Agatha hadn’t had a date go this well since the divorce and was scared of how much she was attracted to Rio. Rio couldn’t help but feel the same, it had been long since she had a date go this well, especially in a small town like this with such a small lesbian population. Agatha couldn’t help herself and excused herself to go to the bathroom to calm down. However, Rio decided to follow her after a minute of waiting. As soon as Rio saw it was just Agatha in the bathroom, she held her by the hips and kissed her. Agatha was taken aback for a moment but then reciprocated the kiss. They stayed like that for a minute or two before leaving the kiss. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself” Rio said with a giggle and her and Agatha’s foreheads touched. “No don’t worry, I’m happy you followed me” Agatha said, also laughing at their antics. “Making me feel like I'm in highschool” Agatha told Rio, pecking her lips. “How about I pay for the bill and we get out of here” Rio asked,swaying their bodies. “That sounds perfect, thank you” Agatha said, stealing another kiss. 

As the two walked back to Rio’s bookstore they couldn’t help but laugh and steal kisses here and there. “Let me drive you home gorgeous,” Rio said as they stopped at her bookstore. “Well, if you insist” Agatha said, giggling and kissing her cheek. “I do, come on” Rio said, taking Agatha’s hand and taking her behind the bookstore. Rio opened the passenger door for Agatha to which Agatha couldn’t help but tease her about it. “Quite the charmer I see” Agatha said, giving Rio another peck on the cheek. Rio closed the door gently as she ran over to the driver’s side. “What can I say, I can’t help myself with such a pretty lady” Rio told her, shifting the car to drive. The car ride was silent but that was only because of how much Agatha was admiring Rio. As Rio pulled up to Agatha’s home she was almost sad that their time together was ending. “I don’t know if this is too forward but can I see you tomorrow?” Rio asked, playing with the rings on her hand. “Let me ask if Jen and Alice can look after Nicholas. If they say yes then I would love nothing more but to see you tomorrow” Agatha said, taking Rio’s hand and kissing it. Rio couldn’t help but blush, “If they say no, they’re banned from book club” she said jokingly. “I wouldn’t mind if we kicked out everyone and just had it be the two of us” Agatha told Rio, winking at her. Rio short circuited and had no snarky reply, she could only blush and be flustered in her seat. Agatha reached in her purse to give her number to Rio before giving her a goodbye kiss. “Call me” she said with a wink before getting out of the car. Rio sighed a breath of relief as she started putting Agatha’s number in her cell. 

Agatha greeted her son and the babysitter. She thanked them for taking care of her son and paid them for their service. Once she was alone with her son, she sat on their couch and let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding. She felt her phone buzz and already saw a text message from Rio. 

Hi sexy lady. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, tonight was amazing 💚

Agatha couldn’t help but smile at the text as she was replying back with her own snarky remarks

Sexy? Have you not seen yourself honey? We’ll see what Jen and Alice say about tomorrow. Hopefully we can see each other. Tonight was perfect, can’t wait till the next time 😘💖💖

Agatha put her phone away and spent the rest of the night getting Nicky to bed while also doing her own night routine. She thought about all the kisses her and Rio shared while laying in bed, hoping that she could see Rio tomorrow . It had been less than a day and she was already falling for her. 

[thechillsquid]

Ford x Bill? Nah

Fiddleford x Ford? Nah

What if I present to you… Fiddleford x Bill

What then, huh? Like think how toxic that would be, espically if it’s post- falling into the portal yet pre full on blind-eye

They’re both so desperate to erase the past and to pretend everything’s fine with a fun little dash of mania and lack of self-care

Like imagine how batshit of a duo!

Here’s a writing of their first official meeting:

Fiddleford didn’t know what to with himself, pacing a hole in the floor as he tried to calm his unraveling thoughts. It had been nearly a week since last he’d even see Ford and he just, he just didn’t know what to fucking do!

He’d helped him, God, he’d helped Ford build a goddamned doomsday device! Who knows what damage had been done!? What could come out of that damned hole in reality! What if Ford opened it again!? What if— if that… that thing came through!

He, he couldn’t go home! He didn’t have a fucking home to go back to anymore! He’d given so much, for so fucking much and— and look where it had gotten him! Fiddleford thought, oh how he’d thought, that this would work out, that maybe he could, could what? The divorce had already gone through, he’d essentially run off with so many damned promises he could have never kept even if he wanted to…

He crumbled to his knees, clutching at his hair with ragged breaths, he— he just wanted to forget—

So occupied with his own spiraling, he didn’t even realize as his body gave into the exhaustion driving him for the last few days. As the world went gray and still. As someone— or rather something— else entered the room.

“Well, well, well!”

Fiddleford jolted, mouth dry. “H-Hello…?” His voice was barely a whisper as his heart skipped a beat. He turned and was met with something odd, and he almost felt glad for the absurdity of it, if it wasn’t so damn familiar.

It was a golden, little triangle… in a top hat and bow tie of all things…?

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

The way this thing’s voice carried, the sugar-sweet wrongness of its tone, that one ever-watching eye. Something in his subconscious withered away from it, his eyes widening. “I know you,” he said, and he hated himself for it, to even give this thing the time of day.

“Is that so, wise guy!”

The… floating triangle (at least it didn’t have any horrid claws or fangs from what he could tell) drifted down to be face to… face (?) with him. That one cat-slit pupil never glancing away for even a second, burning that blank stare straight through his very soul.

He shriveled in on himself, this felt wrong. Wrong and dangerous and…

Triangles… triangles with. With. With one eye.

Fiddleford wanted to throw up. He knew where he’d seen this thing before. Glass stained windows, prisms, statues, murals with symbols and markings too damn neat and tidy, carvings and drawings and—

A portal.

A triangular portal. With that. That one staring eye. Endless screaming, fires burning, things that were strange and horrible and wrong.

“You…” He scrambled backwards, “You’re the one that helped him m-make that damned portal! You’re the one— you’re—“

“The names Bill, Bill Cipher! Just don’t go and wear it out!”

Bill Cipher. So that’s what it was called. “W-What, what do you want!? I— I, I ain’t helpin, helpin’ with that damn—!”

It cut him off with a laugh, and oh, he flinched. It was such a grating, shrill sound. Wrong and cruel and joyish.

“Now, now! Chill out, pal!”

It leaned an arm against his shoulder, that eye narrowing.

“Yeesh! Would you look at those bags, ha, whatcha been up to there, buddy? I thought you meat sacks needed to sleep!”

The man didn’t respond, watching its every move tensely. ‘Bill’ seemed to grow annoyed with that.

“Hello? Am I talking to thin air here, specs? I said, whatcha been up to pal.”

Bill’s voice dipped low and something in him told him to answer, otherwise, things would go very, very wrong.

“I-I, I— I’ve, it’s, it hasn’t been, uh, b-been easy to, to sleep…”

“Aw, what a bummer! Well, lookey-here, specs, but it seems your little chit-chat with my star-A pupil’s gone a little sour, so how’s about we talk about that, hm?”

Who… “F-Ford…?”

The entity brightened, quite literally. The darn thing glowed like a star.

“Well would you look at that! You do still have half a mind rolling around in there afterall, though who knows how much longer that’ll last you! Ha!”

“W-What?”

The demon waved him off, drifting off to kick back and relax.

“Don’t worry about it, specs! Let’s get back on topic, because it seems you’ve gone and made poor ole Sixer go a bit… off the rails. Honestly, it’s like you told him it would be the end of the world or something!”

He rose, feeling somewhat defensive, “W-Well if, if you’re the lunatic that, that h-helped him make that damned portal, t-then good riddance! Go, go and bother someone else!”

It laughed, it fucking laughed at him. Fiddleford bared his teeth, “The hell ya laughin’ at you damned varmint! Don’tcha understand English! G-Get out!”

It turned to him, suddenly inches from his face.

“You know, I’d choose your next words very, very carefully. I’m offering you an opportunity here! You haven’t even let me talk yet! Jeez!”

The thing drifted back, small and cheerful once again, it waving its hand about.

“Fordsey’s practically a mess without you around! And not to mention… difficult. So how’s about we go over there and cheer him up, how’s about it!”

Fiddleford quietly shook his head, stepping back. He couldn’t— he couldn’t go back there, he—

“Ugh, fine. Be like that, I’ll just have to find a snake then…”

“W-What—?” He blinked, and he was once more alone in his room, staring at nothing. One trembling hand came to clutch at his head. He was fucking losing it.

[mythals-whore]

Six Song Soundtrack - Cyri Mercar

Music tag games please save me 🙏🏻

Thanks for the tag @thedissonantverses

Rules: make a post with links to music and/or lyrics describing six things/events about your OC/story.

Welcome to what is going to be possibly a very chaotic smattering of songs. Yes my playlist is a mess. No i don’t care(:

1. Sun Bleached Flies/Ethel Cain - Cyri pre-canon (and also throughout, tbh. This is her theme to me)

“God loves you but not enough to save you. So baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself. So i said ‘fine’ cause that’s how my daddy raised me. If they strike once you just hit ‘em twice as hard”

(When i heard this for the first time i laid on the floor about it)

2. Bed Chem/Sabrina Carpenter - the first time she saw Davrin

“Come right on me—i mean camaraderie”

Was not love at first sight but most certainly was lust at first sight idc idc. Slay Cyri.

3. Hold It Down/Noah Kahan - Cyri mid-canon terrified of failure and trying really hard to keep it together for everyone.

“When real life ain't nothing but anger and doubt, and failure's a stranger we all dream about. I hold it down, I hold it down.”

4. After Midnight/Chappell Roan - sorry, can’t not include the (partial) inspiration for chapter 25. Also here chaos essence is just in here. 😔✊🏻

“I love a little drama, lets start a bar fight. Cause everything good happens after midnight”

5. Maybe Don’t/Maisie Peters (feat. JP Sax) - Cyri realizing she really likes Davrin

“And I think I should go you said ‘maybe don't’. 'Cause I run from the things that I want the most. You said ‘I get that's what you do but, maybe don't’.”

6. Fresh Out the Slammer/Taylor Swift - idc this is her post-regret-prison jam

“And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway, ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake” :,)

Six songs was not enough, friends. My playlist fir then is ridiculously long. I tried to pick songs that were just hers and not theirs and that was really difficult tbh. But i am locking in these answers(:

& i am tagging @basedonconjecture @biowaredisasterbisexual @sugar-peanut-cat @flowersforthemachines (ik the divorce playlist exists) @seaglassmelody @ofcrowsanddragons & if you want to do this, tag me(: i am in the market for new music

[schrijverr]

All the Things Evan Never Wrote Maddie About

An addition to chapter 3 to 6, wherein we get everything Buck – or Evan back then – never wrote on the cards to Maddie. The things he wanted to write her about, but stopped himself from ever sharing, especially when he was living in El Paso, raising Chris by himself.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie (pre-slash)

Warnings: referenced child abandonment (Shannon), referenced homophobia, referenced emotionally abusive parents, referenced Doug

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Dear Maddie,

Remember that girl I told you about? The one that comes by the farm? Yeah, it’s actually a little more complicated than that and it didn’t work out. She left her four year old with me and left the state. Don’t worry, his dad came to get him! But he was so stressed. His name is Eddie. He and the girl, Shannon, are divorced. I’m watching Chris tonight. Eddie works the night shift. After me accidentally letting Shannon run, it’s the least I can do. Besides, Chris is a sweet kid and I don’t have anything better to do anyway.

Hope you’re doing okay and your love life is going better than mine. Is Doug still a dick? Did you leave him yet? I hope so.

Love, Evan

~

Dear Maddie,

Uh, so I’ve accidentally started co-parenting Chris with Eddie. You don’t know who these people are, but they’re great. Eddie is my only friend here and Chris is such a great kid. I should be out there traveling probably, but I don’t want to. Is that weird? I like raising Chris. But am I too young to be a parental figure to him? I hope not. It feels nice to raise Chris. It feels nice to help Eddie out and he seems to appreciate my help. I hope I’m not overstepping, because I like my place here. Any tips?

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

Guess I’m officially staying with Eddie and helping him with Chris. His mom found out that I was helping and had a screaming fit. She doesn’t like me much, but I don’t think she likes anyone. Still, I get it, it’s not like I know anything about parenting, but Eddie does. He’s my age. I should figure it out if I follow his lead right? Do you know anything about raising kids? Please send advice.

Also I got fired by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson over it, which sucks, but Eddie is letting me sleep on the couch until I figure it out. He’s a good friend like that. I hope you have good friends too. What are you up to? Still with Doug?

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

Chris has to have surgery for his CP and I’m scared. It’s not his first and it probably won’t be his last, but he’s just so small. Chris is the kid I’m helping to raise, by the way. Surprise! Uhm, that felt weird. I didn’t want to worry you and I guess this will worry you. I didn’t mean to. Sorry. I don’t have anyone to talk to. Other than Eddie of course. But he’s also scared. I don’t want to make it worse. You’re a nurse, ER not pediatrics, but still, can you make me less scared?

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

I never send my other card, but Chris has to have another surgery. He has CP and he’s only five. I’ve been helping Eddie take care of him after his mom walked out. He’s a champ, stayed cheery through most of his previous hospital stay and made it through just fine. But here I am, worrying again. And worrying you. I didn’t want to do that. You’re probably busy with hospital shift yourself. I have such a respect for your job. I already did, but the nurses here are great. Thank you for that.

Wish you were Chris’s nurse. Wish you were here. It’s so selfish, but it’s true. Chris is asking for his mom, but Shannon blocked both me and Eddie. He can’t even have that and he cried so much and nothing we could do helped. You probably would have known what to do. I miss you.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

Did I ever tell you mom and dad made me give the money back? Because they did and I kind of regret saying yes to that now. Surgery is expensive. Don’t worry, I’m fine! Chris had to get surgery. He’s doing fine too, it really helped with his CP symptoms, definitely worth it, but my construction job and Eddie’s night guard salary isn’t going to cover it.

Do you think I could call them from money? I haven’t spoken to them since I left, but they wouldn’t deny a kid, right? Well, maybe they would. They probably think I’m being stupid. Could you ask and then give me the money? No. Nevermind, forget that. I don’t want to create trouble for you with Doug. Or did you leave him? Wish you would reply to me, I can use someone smarter than me to bounce ideas off. Though Eddie counts there.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

Eddie is going to re-enlist. You don’t know who that is, but he’s my friend. Will be my husband I guess, which is a little weird. It’s nothing romantic though. And it’s going to be a quick courthouse wedding, so no need to come out. Though, I’m not sure if you would anyway. I miss getting a card back from you. It would be nice to have someone here who is on my side. Eddie is, but he’s going to leave. It is the best with bills and I’m so happy he trusts me with Chris, but I’ll miss him. He’s my best friend. My only friend, really. That’s a little sad. I’m doing great, I promise. We’re figuring it out. I hope you are doing great too.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

You’re officially an aunt! Congratulations and surprise! I adopted this kid, Chris. He’s five now. Me and Eddie, his dad got married as friends. It’s a long story, but it’s for financial reasons and so Eddie’s parents don’t take Chris. They kind of suck. Anyway, we went to court today and I’m now Chris’s dad, so that’s cool. At least, I hope you’ll think it’s cool. I do. Raising Chris is the best job I’ve had so far, he’s an amazing kid, you’d love him.

Maybe you can come meet him some time? But don’t tell mom and dad. Or Doug. They’d just be assholes about it. I promise it’s not as stupid as it sounds. I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to worry you, but I’ve already been raising Chris with Eddie for a year now and I’ve gotten a hang of the whole parenting thing.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

Chris called me papi today! I’ve already been his dad legally for a bit and unofficially for a year, but still, that’s an upgrade! I also didn’t mention any of this before now. Is it a weird thing to drop on you that you’re an aunt because I’m excited about being a dad? Also, Chris is part Mexican, my Spanish is a lot better. Señora Smith would be proud of me. So the papi thing isn’t too weird, though I’m not fully used to it yet.

I hope you’re also having a good time and having good news happening to you. I wish I knew what was going on in your life. I feel like I must be missing so much. Hope I’ll get a card back!

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

Eddie found out today I didn’t tell you about him and Chris. So, uh, he is my husband and Chris is my kid. He’s five. I’m writing this, because I feel bad now. I honestly didn’t think he’d mind, but he seemed so surprised, so maybe I should tell you?

Before I didn’t tell you, because I was just helping out a friend, but then Eddie and I got married so I could adopt Chris and it’s all official now. But I also didn’t tell you, because I’m scared. Not of you, but of mom and dad. And Doug. Eddie understood when I explained, but I still feel weird about it now.

I just I don’t want to be mean, but Doug scares me. I know you love him, but he always felt like bad news and I don’t want him near Chris, or know he exists and where he lives. God, I’m such an awful brother, which is also why I don’t want to tell you, because what kind of person thinks like that over their sibling’s spouse? It would suck if you thought Eddie sucks and I’m not even in love with the guy.

And then you have mom and dad, I know I can ask you not to tell, but what if it slips out? They already think I’m a loser, they probably think this is a stupid decision too. Even if I love being Chris’s dad. I don’t want to deal with them. I’ve already ran, I don’t need them back to judge me. Am I horrible for that? Will you hate me when you find out? I hope not. I hope we’ll meet again and I can tell you and you’ll be happy for me. I hope I get the courage to send another card. Or this one, but I don’t know. I’m scared, Maddie.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

So, I didn’t end up sending any of my cards about this, but my in-laws hate me. They already did before, but they weren’t my in-laws then. I’m raising this amazing kid, Chris, with my best friend, Eddie. He has to re-enlist to pay bills though, so we got married so I can continue to raise Chris while he’s gone. His parents just found out and… they aren’t happy.

I don’t think mom or dad would be happy for me either, but at least I didn’t have to hear them yelling at me about it, like Eddie had to. Are you also mad at me for it? I hope not. It makes me happy. Wish you were here.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

Life totally sucks. Eddie left for his service and getting Chris to let him go was a nightmare. I never want to do that again, but that’s a part of being a parent, right? Making hard choices? I don’t like it. I hate it when he cries. And my in-laws still hate me too. They spread all sorts of nasty shit around town and everyone is avoiding me. Is it really that bad to marry a man just to help out with his kid? I’m not doing anything weird, I swear. I just want to help and Chris is an amazing kid. Eddie needed help and I helped. That’s it. I miss having Eddie here. I miss having back up. I know he had to go, but it still sucks.

I’m sorry, I’m whining. And you have no context for this. It’s a long story. I’m doing fine for the most part. My boss doesn’t care about the rumors, so that’s nice. See, not all bad. Positives! I hope you have some positives in your life too. It would be sad if we were both having a bad time. Tell me about it sometime?

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

How worried should I be that Chris is barely speaking? He’s just a kid and his dad just had to leave after his mom already did, but Eddie’s still calling him. He speaks then. Do you think that will go over or not? Have you seen something like this before? Is it normal for kids to react like this? I mean, I miss Eddie too, but it’s not the same, so I have no idea. I’d usually ask him, but, you know, he’s not here. I miss him about as much as I miss you. I could really use someone in my corner right now. God that’s so needy

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

I have a situation and I need advice, so you get a letter instead of a card. You always give the best advice. At least, you used to. I’m pretty sure you still do, but you haven’t been talking back in a while. I’m not even sure you’re still getting these, but I hope you do, because I can really use your help.

Okay, so, a little bit of backstory. Remember that girl it didn’t work out with? Well, she was a mom and it didn’t work out, because she abandoned her kid. Crazy, I know. Anyways, Chris is a great kid. I helped out his dad, Eddie for a bit and it spiraled out of control and we’re married now. Surprise! It’s just a friends thing, though. It was so I could adopt Chris, because Eddie had to re-enlist to pay medical bills (Chris has CP). So, it’s been me and Chris these past few months and it’s gonna be for the next year or so.

With that out of the way, my situation: Chris’s old PT place was homophobic. I tried to explain that we weren’t gay (not that it should have mattered) but they wouldn’t listen or help Chris, so I switched him over to this new place. And I told him not to mention Eddie. I know, I’m horrible!

I’m just worried that they’ll be homophobic again and then the next best place is three hours by car away, I can’t work enough to keep up with it all and drive Chris all the way there, plus gas is expensive and asking Helena (my mother-in-law, I suppose) will only end in her being terrible about it and lording it over me.

It’s the best thing to just not say and I made sure that Chris wouldn’t realize what happened. He has to deal with enough already, you know. But here is the worst part. I also didn’t tell Eddie. I don’t want to worry him, you know. He’s all the way across the ocean in a war zone and I’d just be bothering him, but I also feel like I’m erasing him, while I never want to do that. But I don’t know what to do. Did I make the right choice? Or should I tell him?

I’m sorry about dumping all this on you. That’s a lot of new information. Hopefully you don’t hate me too for keeping you out of the loop. I didn’t want to worry you. Sorry.

I hope your life is going well and you don’t have to grapple with your morals. Though, I suppose as an ER nurse, you make difficult decisions every day. You always keep such a cool head. I miss that. I wish I was more like you. I wish I knew what to do.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

People have only just started normal around me at the grocery store, but school pick up is still very uncomfortable. And Helena is wearing me down. I hope Chris won’t notice. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. It’s exhausting. I miss you. I want a hug. I want you here. I know I’m being a baby, but god, I just don’t want to be so alone for a moment.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

Sorry for the tear splatters on the card. It was Chris’s sixth birthday today. Chris is my kid. Adopted. You would know that though, since I was still in Hershey when I was 19, but I guess I could have knocked a girl up on the way out. I’m sorry, that was cynical. But yeah, adopted a kid. It’s a temporary thing. Eddie, his dad, will come back. He has to. He’s serving oversea.

Yesterday was a nightmare. Chris blew out his candles on a video call with Eddie. I tried really hard to make it a good day. I hope it was. But Chris deserved better. Better than I can give him. I’m not his father, not in the way Eddie is. I keep fucking up. I thought I could do this, but I can’t.

Do you think mom and dad ever felt like this? Probably not. They should have. You made my birthdays better. Thank you so much for all of that. I never said, but I appreciated it.

God, this is depressing. I hate it here. I hate myself. I hate that Eddie had to go, I hate that Shannon left, I hate that Helena and Ramon were there when Eddie was supposed to be. I hate that you’re so far. I hate that I’m never enough. I hate it all.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

I’m so alone. Please, send a card back. Just a small one. I just need to hear from someone, anyone, that doesn’t hate me. Please. I love you. You’re the best sister I could have asked for. So, please, please.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

My husband almost died today. You don’t know I have a husband and I don’t. Technically. Eddie married me for convenience. He’s in the army. And he nearly died. They had to airlift him to Germany to get him the care he needs. I could have lost him. I thought he died when they called. He’s my best friend and Fuck, Maddie, I’m in love with him. I’m in love with my husband, who is not my husband. I’m in love with my best friend. And he could have died. I was so scared. Still am.

What if Eddie gets an infection and dies anyway? Will I have to raise Chris by myself? Can I do that? What if Eddie makes it? What if he divorces me and I’m all alone again? We said we would, but I don’t know if my heart can take saying goodbye. Not to him and not to Chris. Fuck, why did I ever get into this mess?

I wish you’d talk to me, so you can tell me it’s going to be okay. You’re an ER nurse, what do you about catching three bullets in your body? Is that a thing you see often? Will he die? Will I become a widower?

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

I’ve been very mature and collected about being in love with Eddie. You’d be proud of me. I think. I have been thinking before acting, planning things, not doing anything reckless. That’s progress, right?

Eddie is my best friend/platonic husband, by the way. He nearly died. Okay, this card is already a mess and a long story stacked on top of a long story, but know that I’ve been doing well. I’m thinking about becoming a firefighter. It pays well and has great insurance, plus you don’t need a college degree. I’m going to pitch it to Eddie when we call. I just want to help out. It’s not weird right? I hope not.

What’s happening with you? Anything interesting? In love with someone better than Doug already? I hope so.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

I’m going to be a firefighter! That’s cool and fun right? And Eddie isn’t going to divorce me yet because of it! That last part is as much news as the rest is probably. But don’t worry about it. It’s a long story, I can explain if you want, but you’d have to be sending me cards back for that. My address hasn’t changed in a while. You can come by. But you don’t have to. I get that you’re busy. I wouldn’t expect you to, that was rude and pressure-y. I just miss you. And I hope you’re doing well. Maybe getting divorced instead of me? Sorry. That’s also rude. Doug is just such a dick, I don’t know why you like him.

Love, Evan

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Dear Maddie,

Eddie came home from service today, my supervisor at the academy gave me the day off so me and Chris could pick him up. It’s so good to have him home again. You should have seen Eddie and Chris’s faces when they reunited. I love them so much.

It feels weird to share this with you. Usually I don’t end up sending these, because I don’t want to worry you, but now it feels a little too late to tell you. I also never told you, because I don’t want mom or dad to know. Or Doug, iew. Sorry. I know you can keep it a secret, but I’d feel bad asking you to do that, just because I want to share being happy with you. Maybe I’ll come back after my divorce and just eat ice cream on your couch for a week.

Do you have things that make you happy right now? Still working in that same ER? I hope so, or none of these will have gotten to you. Though, that might explain the lack of response. I hope you’re okay, wherever you are.

Love, Buck

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Dear Maddie,

I’m going to die! Okay, maybe dramatic, but I am! My friend, Eddie, he’s injured right now and I have to help him shower. And that’s fine! It’s all fine! I just also have a huge crush on him and he’s straight and I try to be respectful, but he’s all there with soft skin and silky hair and I’m going to die! I don’t know how to give someone a shower in a bro way. What if he catches on to my feelings? Then he’ll divorce me (long story). But it’s so hard (haha), because he’s so sexy and handsome that it hurts. God, this is an embarrassing card to write. You have to burn it after you read it!!! Or maybe I’ll do it for you. No one can find this. Ever!

Love, Buck

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Dear Maddie,

Your little brother is officially a firefighter! I’m very excited about that, I’m also going to be a firefighter in LA. I mentioned last card that I was getting job offers, right? And I took one with the LAFD. I’d say come to visit when we’ve moved, but I don’t think you ever will.

Eddie is about to start his PT soon. We’re looking at places in LA, both to live and for his and Chris’s appointments. Hopefully there won’t be a repeat of the homophobia incident. But that won’t be a problem when Eddie divorces me. He’s my husband (friendly) by the way, Chris is our kid. Surprise, you’re an aunt. I wrote that line a million times, never send it. I think you’d be a great aunt, but I don’t trust Doug to be an uncle. Are you two still together? Probably. Fuck, I hate that guy. No offense. Well, maybe a little offense.

I’m going to see a lot of ER nurses from now on, makes me think of you. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be handing over patients to you. That would be fun, right? A family business. No?

Love, Buck

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Dear Maddie,

I just realized that LA has family of Eddie, which means I have to meet them. I asked Eddie what he wanted to do and he said we’ll go over after we’ve moved in. I really hope they’re going to be cooler than Helena and Ramon. I’m a little nervous to meet them. In-laws, you know. Scary.

How did you deal with meeting them? You did meet Doug’s mom, right, before she died? Was that scary? Probably, if she was related to Doug, but that’s beside the point.

Maybe it’ll be okay, since they’re not actually my in-laws, not like that. Me and Eddie are just married as friends and he’s probably going to divorce me when he recovers from his injuries (he’s a solider, got hurt in Afghanistan). It’s a long story.

Anyway, wish me luck!

Love, Buck

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Dear Maddie,

Meeting Abuela and tía Pepa went well! They seem to like me. Eddie laughed at me though, but Abuela scolded him for it, that was funny. Did you know family can feel warm? Our house never felt warm. I’m going to miss it when Eddie divorces me. Is it rude to befriend your not entirely like that in-laws, so they’ll continue to be your friend after you divorce your not like that husband?

God, I’m truly a sad person, aren’t I? This sounds pathetic, even to me, but it was just so good, Maddie. I’m going to miss all these people so fucking much. I guess, I should be used to it. I learned to live without you, I’ll learn to live without Eddie and Chris. But fuck, it’s going to hurt. Do you think I can ask Eddie if it’s okay to send him and Chris cards after our divorce?

I’ll have some time to think about it, since Eddie isn’t better yet (it feels weird to be a little glad about that). Hopefully this whole firefighting thing will work out for me. I have my first day tomorrow and I’m so nervous. Any tips about that? Or about my divorce troubles?

Love, Buck

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A/N:

I didn’t do enough with Buck raising Chris alone in El Paso, but fuck that shit hurt. I didn’t want to have it get more out of hand and it wasn’t super important to the overall story, so I skipped over a lot of it, but it was a lot of fun to explore here. Hope you all angsted with me :D

Also, me posting this during the Doug arc for Maddie feels very poetic, like she truly nearly doesn’t make it without ever knowing that Buck is okay. That she got him out and he is happy now, that he has a family that loves him, ugh, my heart