#they totes fucked then cuddled

[evie-sturns]

no one has to know what we do - Chris Sturniolo

summary: ever since you met the triplets in 3rd grade, youve had been closest with chris. you've never admitted it to anyone but you've been madly inlove with him for a few years now. the triplets 20th birthday comes around, they celebrate by inviting the friend group to their house for the weekend, what happens when you and chris are left alone in his bedroom, will things stay the same, or will you two be forced to sneak around.

contains: smut, fwb!chris, sneaking around friends, swearing, fluff.

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♫.. no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room..♫

I've known the triplets since i could walk, marylou and my mom met in highschool so i've grown up around the nick matt and chris my whole life. ive always been closest with chirs,

but i hate to admit the fact that i've been thinking about him differently, a lot differently. i've never though about matt in that way though, even though they're practically the same. it's something about chris's hair, i've always wondered how my fingers would feel laced through his brown locks while he rests between my thighs.

6:39pm, friday night.

i push open the sturniolos front door to find nick, chris, matt, madi, nate, and several other friends from highschool, hannah, grace and yolanda, leaning on the counter, all laughing with eachother.

''hey!!" chris says with a wide grin, running up to me and wrapping his arms around me. "chrisss" i smile back at him.

this weekend is the sturniolos birthday, they've invited madi, me, nathan, and 3 other friends round for friday night, saturday and sunday, for those three nights chris and i are sharing a room, alone.

he grabs my small tote brag i brought and chucks it into the spare room. i walk into the kitchen and greet everyone else, instantly getting dragged by nick into the living room.

"we're watching the grinch." madi declares, "fuck no! its the middle of fucking august" nick yells back, nate chimes in, adding something to the debate.

before i can open my mouth i feel a cold hand grab my arm, its chris.

my head swings around, my hair hitting his neck. "c'mon" chris says, taking me over to the couch and throwing himself down and patting the spot next to him. i flop next to him, cuddling close to his side as everybody else piles down, "so we're watching the grinch?" madi says with a cheeky smile, "no." nick instantly replies, switching the tv on.

the intro song to rapunzel blasts through the small room, a loud cheer comes from the 7 other people around chris and i.

i'm basically frozen, my mouth won't move and i can feel my heart pounding out of my chest. sure, chris and i have been friends forever but god hes been so physical the past few weeks its been hard to hold myself together.

"you okay?" chris whispers down into my hair.

"yeah!" i chirp back

"you seem nervous"

"im not."

im 90% sure he knows.

"im sorry this movie is ASS." nate says, interrupting the movie. "gotta say, i do kinda agree with you." madi replies, "i told you the grinch was better!" she says, earning a boo from nick.

nick leans over to me, "go get a boardgame from chris's room cause these fuck heads aren't happy with rapunzel." he tutts.

i heave myself up off the couch, "chris where do you keep your array of boardgames" i scoff, shaking my head with a smile. "first of all i dont have 50 boardgames i play" he laughs as he walks over to me.

i walk upstairs towards chris's room, him closley behind me still yapping about the fact hes not that big of a fan of board games.

i open the large wooden door to chris's room, the familiar sight filling my vision.

chris shuts the door behind us, i don't question it, he probably just wants to keep his room air conditioned. i look back at him,

"so where are the-" i start but get interrupted by chris's hand on my jaw, he looks at my lips then my eyes, then my lips before slamming his onto mine.

i kiss him back. of course i do? i've practically dreamt about this moment since i was 16.

"i know i make you nervous y/n" he rasps into my lips, his second hand grabbing my cheek as he walks us back, our lips still connected as my back hits the wall, pinning me down slightly with his mouth.

he pulls away for a second, scanning my face for a readable expression. "chris" i breathe out, running my hand through my hair.

"im sorry, im so fucking sorry i shouldnt've done that-" he starts, taking a step back, "chris." i interrupt him, reconnecting our lips.

"you make me nervous, really fucking nervous." i say into his lips, his hand finds its way to the back of my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair.

suddenly the door to his bedroom rattles, i instantly pull away, my head spinning round to look at the door which is being pushed open/

madi, matt, nick and 3 of our other friends walk in, all laughing with each other about god knows what, i scramble towards the closet, looking for any board game i can.

i pull out the despicable me version of 'game of life' which has several minions on the front. a small laugh exits my mouth before i join the small circle which has formed on the floor with our friends.

"y/n...." matt says with a laugh, grabbing the board game off me "despicable me?" hannah says with a scoff

"im sorry! chris doesn't have the collection of board games i expected!" i tease back.

"it'll be okay!" grace says, a somewhat optimistic smile painted across her face.

chris joins the circle of friends on the floor, sitting down opposite me. hes got a small panicked expression, his lips red and raw, his cheeks a deep pink. his eyes are fixed on mine.

"so whos gonna roll first?" nick chuckles.

(8:45pm)

madi won the boardgame about 30 minutes ago, i've been laying on the floor of chris's room with all of our friends, execept for chris.

he disappeared while everyone was celebratings madis 'epic' win.

"we've gotta play truth or dare.." yolanda says, "like the corny middle school shit you know?"

nick claps his hands with a goofy grin, followed by matt rolling his eyes but later agreeing.

"nick, truth or dare" grace laughs,

i stand up off the floor, walking out of chris's room while everyones distracted watching nick try to do a head stand.

the wooden stairs creak as i jog down them, i swing open the back door and im met with chris. he's sitting on the outdoor bench, scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

his head shoots up to look at me as i walk over to the bench, sitting under it.

"hey!" he says smiling, then putting his phone down on the armrest.

"how was despicable me game of life?" chris nudges me in the arm, a stupid smile on his pink lips.

"shut up!" i scoff, flicking his arm softly.

a silence fills the air, only sounds of distant cars vaguely humming in the background. chris runs a hand through his brunette hair, his long fingers peeking through the strands of his hair.

"um-" chris clears his throat.

"chris.." i whisper i start, then get off by his voice

"i dont think i'm ready for a relationship."

my heart sinks.

i didnt even say i liked him like that to his face?

"come with me." he declares, standing up abruptly grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.

everyone's hanging out in the living room, nobodys really paying attention to rapunzel anymore. nicks head shoots up "y/n come over!!" he smiles at me.

"we're gonna go get ready for bed, super tired." chris speaks for me. i run over to nick, giving him and matt a goodnight hug before returning to chris. he grabs my hand firmly then pulls me upstairs into his room, slamming the door shut behind us

my heart thumps as chris looks down at me, his hand reaches out for my chin, his other hand firmly gripping my waist as his fingertips lightly squeeze my waist. i stare at his lips, he stares at mine before colliding them for the second time today.

without another word his shirt is across the room, his necklace resting on his chest. my shirt follows, ending up somewhere around the room. "chris" i moan lightly into his lips as his hand snakes round to my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.

he frantically rips off his sweatpants, i shimmy my shorts down my legs.

the air surrounding us grows hot as i fall back onto his bed, "chris- we can't, nick always tells me that he'd kill me if i even though about his brothers sexually, i mean-" i ramble, but chris cuts me off.

"no one has to know what we do." he whispers, his hands intertwined in my hair.

my eyes switch from chris, to the amount of our clothes scattered across his room, the same room chris and i grew up in.

i nod "okay." a smile creeps across my face.

chris pulls off my panties, throwing them ontop of his desk. he pauses for a second, his eyes exploring every inch of my body. "oh my god." he mutters, "you okay?" he asks quickly while he pulls down his boxers, his hard length springing out. his dick is strangely perfect, "yeah, more than okay.." i whisper, my eyes fixed on his cock.

he nods "you've done.. this before right?" chris laughs slightly. "yeah- yeah" i giggle. "you're so pretty." he says, stroking his length while his eyes stare at my exposed body.

"ready?" he asks, his tip lightly pressing against my hole.

i'm not even fully processing whats happening right now, the boy i've secretly been practically inlove with for a few years is now about to fuck me.

"very." i tease, gripping the sheets for support. he pushes into me, a low whimper escaping his mouth "squeezing me so well." he stutters, bottoming out in me.

i let out a string of moans as i arch my back off the bed "so good, doing so good." he says, his thrusts rapidly increasing in pace and intensity. his fingers lace into my hair, tugging lightly but not painfully.

i let out a desperate groan "chris- fuck!"

he reaches a hand down and presses on my lower stomach, feeling how deep he is inside of me. "you feel me?" he says in between thrusts.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my vision fogged.

"i said you feel me?" he mumbles, his hair flopping with each time his tip hits my cervix.

"yes! yes-" i blurt out,

chris grabs my throat, pinning me down to the bed.

my eyes open in shock, a few short breaths exiting my mouth.

"finish, finish for me."

and with those words i do, i clench around him and release my built up orgasm. chris instantly lets go of my throat being careful not to push me too hard, he pulls out, painting my stomach with warm streaks of white.

"fuck...." he groans, throwing his head back.

i catch my breath as chris collapses next to me, he pulls me ontop of his body as he strokes my hair.

"you did so well." he whispers into my hair.

after a good 10 minutes of laying in silence i break it,

"um chris.."

"yes?" he replies.

"what are we.. now."

another silence fills the room "i dont know." he says, a bit of guilt in his voice.

he starts "i mean if you give me a few weeks we can put a label on us or we could just stay friends and forget this happened but i dont know if i want that because i really enjoyed this but i mean we could be friends with benefits-"

i interuppt his rambles "friends with benefits!?" i say with a small smile.

"if you want, could be fun like sneaking around.."

i nod frantically at chris's words "i'd like that."

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(saturday 5pm)

after yesterday nights unexpected encounter chris and i have kept our promise, this whole day everyones been hanging out at the pool but currently we're in the bathroom, and hes fully inside of me.

"fuck-" he mumbles, slamming into me as i sit on the countertop. my bikini bottoms are pulled to the side as he pounds into me repeatedly, "close." he warns.

i clench around him, the knot in my stomach snapping as i release around his length with a scream of his name. he pulls out, orgasming on my thighs.

"you okay?" he asks, panting as he wipes my thigh with his hand.

i collide our lips together "yeah." i mumble into his mouth.

a few seconds pass before we pull away, he helps me down off the countertop as i catch my balance.

he grabs my hand and unlocks the bathroom door, he guides us both back to the pool, rejoining all our friends like we weren't fucking each other 3 minutes ago.

i lay down by the poolside, my legs shaking slightly from the intensity of the past events.

chris sits down next to me "you got a little something." he whispers with a laugh, quickly reaching down and wiping my thigh where we missed a spot.

(1 month later)

a month ago today chris and i were sneaking around at his 20th birthday party, for the past 4 weeks we've been meeting up at each other's houses, hooking up every time we get the chance. we didnt speak about anything, i think hes happy staying friends with benefits even though i want more, ive needed more for 3 years.

11:32pm

i roll over in bed, checking my phone one last time before i fall asleep. suddenly my phone frantically vibrates,

its chris?

i pick up the phone "chris its late..." i groan into the phone.

"i need to talk to you, can i come over.. please?" he asks innocently, "okay if you want to just talk, im so tired."

i hang up, after a couple minutes i hear the rumble of chriss car in my driveway, followed by his footsteps upstairs. he swings open the door to my room "hey!" he says nervously, jumping into bed beside me. "you alright?" i ask, holding his hand.

he stays silent for a few seconds, before starting.

"i think im in love with you?" he blurts out.

"you- what?" i repeat, confusion painted in my voice.

"i know, but for the past few.. years? ive liked you- alot.. and i dont just want you to be my fuck buddy anymore, i want to be more."

he takes a deep breath, i stay silent in shock.

"i feel the absolute exact same Christopher." i say, looking over at him.

"do you wanna.. make things official." he asks quietly.

i roll over ontop of him, smothering him in kisses "yes!" i laugh, wrapping my arms around him. relief washes over his face.

we lay still for a few minutes, "can i stay the night?" he asks with a laugh, "please do." i reply, my eyes fluttering shut.

we lay in silence for a few minutes, but a small laugh exits his mouth.

"yeah?" i smile into his chest.

"nothing it was just painfully obvious i was head over heels for you, how did you not guess" he laughs

"chris, im sorry but i was terrified to make a move purely because of how it wasnt obvious." i say, planting the 84th kiss of the night on his face.

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[mattslolita]

SLEEPOVERS WITH BFF!MATT (😏🙂‍↕️)

GIGGLINGGG oh yes cuddles, movies, & snacks that somehow turn into something more....

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bff!matt . . . who would open the door to see you excited and giggling, holding a bundle of snacks as well as a tote bag filled with various movies. he can't stop the grin that stretches across his face upon seeing you so happy and excited, and he discreetly lets his eyes travel down to your bare legs, only having been covered up by the over sized sweater ( his, of course ) you chose to wear.

bff!matt . . . who'd say, "looks like really thought this out, didn't you?" teasingly, as you come inside. you're immediately rambling about all the movies you have picked out, but matt can't stop his eyes that wander down to see your ass which swayed with every step you took. but sweet little you didn't notice his hungry stare, undressing you with his eyes as you led the both of you into the kitchen.

bff!matt . . . who's peering over your shoulder to look at your snacks, trapping you from behind with both of his hands on either side of the table. from the way you start to stutter slightly and shift, he smirks because he can tell that his hot breath fanning on your neck has some type of affect on you. "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you would roll your eyes and elbow him, causing him to clutch his stomach as you giggle and bound over to the couch. gosh, you were such a fuckin' tease.

bff!matt . . . who's sitting down next to you on the couch, having already rested his arm behind you, pulling you closer to him. his touch lingers and leaves goosebumps on your skin, causing you to clench your thighs. matt notices this, which he's definitely gonna tease you about.

bff!matt . . . who would whisper, "what's got you so worked up, huh?" condescendingly, his breath tickling your neck as he leans towards you, and you let out a huff of air as you squeeze your legs — he absolutely loves seeing you squirm under his touch, and he's eager to see how else he can get you going.

bff!matt . . . who would discreetly dance his fingers along the bare skin of your uncovered thighs, sensing your eyes that linger on them — you'd make no move to stop them of course, which would pull a grin from him as his hands dance closer and closer towards the . . . lace thong?

bff!matt . . . who almost growls at the sight of you not wearing any shorts under the sweater. "s'like you wanted me to see you wearin' these, huh?" you whimpered as you guided his hand towards where you needed him the most, his fingers grazing the wet patch on your underwear teasingly.

bff!matt . . . who nearly wanted to take you right there when you tell him, "need you matt, please," you said in a sultry tone, biting your lip as his fingers expertly pulled your panties to the side. he gathers your slick on his fingers and rubs small, teasing circles around your clit, eliciting a gasp as you moan lowly — the movie was long forgotten as matt sped his movements up, quiet moans leaving your lips as he kisses along your neck and jawline, nipping at the supple skin there.

bff!matt . . . who already feels you clenching around his fingers, pulling a groan from him as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. "s'close, matt...gonna cum..." you whimper out, arching your back to meet his pace. the sight alone makes the bulge in his pants very constricted, but he refrains from doing anything about it, as he wants to tease for as long as he wants.

bff!matt . . . who's grunting in your ear, "c'mon baby, let go f'me...such a good girl..." as your orgasm crashes over you, your release spraying all over matt's fingers. he's enamored by your fucked expression, his eyes clouded with lust as he watches you ride out your orgasm.

bff!matt . . . who licks your arousal clean off his fingers, as you watch him with a breathless expression — but oh, he's far from done with you for the night. "get on your knees f'me, sweet girl. guess we won't be doin' the sleep portion of this after all."

[merakiui]

bestie!vil who casually fixes your boobs in your bra for you, no he did not just tweak your nipple, do you think he's one of those desperate dogs you spend so much time with? He also calls you out on your posture and says it comes from the pelvis, he knows a few massages and stretches if you're interested. You want to try on his lipstick shade? Well, he doesn't want to contaminate the entire tube so...mwah! What? It's not like it meant anything, you're best friends after all.

One of the girls!Cater who walks around in his boxer-briefs during a sleepover or before bed. When you wake up he's always cuddled up to your back, morning wood grinding into you but he needs his cuddles, dont neglect him! Also he saw the prettiest thongs at VS, and since a few of yours went missing, you should totes go buy some new ones. Cater thinks you're soooo cute first thing in the morning, too sleepy and tired to realize that he slid his underwear down and has been leaking all over the back of your tanktop the entire time :(

-👠 anon (i think tumblrs been eating my asks D:)

OTL sitting in best friend Vil's lap while he does your makeup... there's nothing to it! Just two besties giving each other makeovers. If you feel something prodding at your ass every time you shift on his lap, pay it no mind. And if Vil grabs your hips and forces you still, don't worry about that either. If you keep moving so much, he'll mess up your eyeliner! You don't want that, do you?

AND CAY-CAY WITH MORNING WOOD AAAAAAAA. It's still so early and you're much too sleepy to realize his dick is between your thighs and he's been slowly and carefully rutting into you every now and then. Quite literally fucks you back to sleep. <3 just let your bestie cuddle with you a little longer. It's so warm and cozy, and he's massaging your hip so sweetly. You doze off within seconds, leaving Cater with enough time to reach his climax and clean you up before you're waking another hour later.

Being besties with Idia and the two of you watch hentai together and rank the ahegao of every character. >:D the tier list is coming along nicely. You're lying on your stomach on his bed while he's gaming, and it hasn't yet occurred to Idia that this entire time he's been hanging out weekly with a girl. But then he starts thinking deeply about it and suddenly his mind is racing with thoughts. orz

Besties with Ace and Deuce, who have slept over so many times that at this point Ramshackle is like a second home to them. They know where you keep everything. Where all of the snacks are hidden from Grim. Which drawers hold your clothes and, most importantly, undergarments. Ace is probably so sneaky and nosy that he goes so far as trying to sniff out if you've got any sex toys hidden somewhere. Deuce is curious, but he has to be nice and respectful of your space like a good best friend. He's only following Ace to make sure he doesn't do anything weird while you're washing up in the bathroom. It's not so he can also learn the location of these toys and compare his size to the size of the dildos. T_T

Being besties with Azul and he's managed to become so comfortable around you that he allows you to relax in the pool with him while he's busy multitasking with all eight of his tentacles. You're happily swimming laps and trying (and failing) to get him to take a break and join you. He keeps you at a distance with one tentacle, pushing you away and claiming, "Not now. This is very important and requires all of my focus." You pout and whine. Maybe he entertains you with that same tentacle, playfully poking and prodding at you while his eyes remain glued to the (magically waterproof) contract he's reviewing. He knows exactly what he's doing when he "accidentally" manhandles you with his tentacle, so much so that your swimsuit top comes untied. Oh dear. Would you look at that? It's come off. <3

[formulawolff]

gg stays the night at Toto’s when he has Jack for the weekend… Jack wakes up with a nightmare and gg offers to put him back to bed, sharing some quality time together and in this interaction, gg imagines children of her own in the future, something she would’ve never considered before

i am so sorry!!!

i just now got to this!!!

but i wanted to write a little blurb about it! i hope you enjoy it! <3

"papaaaa!"

a cry floods the room, bringing you out of your slumber. you stir, gently shaking the figure dead asleep beside you. he grumbles, yet you persist, pressing light kisses all over his temple and cheeks.

"toto. i think it's jack."

"he probably had a nightmare," the words are slurred, thick with exhaustion, "i can go-"

"no," you rub your eyes, "let me see what's wrong. you stay here. you could use the sleep."

blearily, you shift, scooting to the edge of the bed. slipping your feet into cozy slippers, you stretch. carefully, you make your way through the dark room, cursing as you bump your knee against the rigid door.

"fuck."

"careful now, love. come get me if you need anything. don't let the monster under the bed get you too."

rolling your eyes, you shuffle down the hall. once you reach the destination, the third room on the right, you knock softly.

"jack, it's me. can i come in?"

"you're not my papa, but i guess you'll do."

as you make your way into the bedroom, you can't help but feel the little eyes searing into you. the poor thing is clutching his favorite plushie, a cream colored bunny. his name was hase, the german word for the animal. it was a gift from you months ago, as you wanted to treat the little one to something he could sleep with.

at first, toto was hesitant of the gift, but once he saw jack's eyes light up at the new plushie, he couldn't help but melt. you were in the same boat, your heart fluttering every time you saw the boy toting around the animal.

it was his newfound best friend. the one thing he carried with everywhere, no matter what. he even accompanied jack to karting weekends with susie, vacations with the family, and race weekends all across the world.

"is hase not doing a good enough job scaring away the nightmares?" you fold your arms across your chest, arching a brow.

"no," jack huffs, "will you do me a favor?"

"yes," you nod, yawning slightly, "what is it?"

"will you lay with me?" his eyes are bright, alight with a childlike fear, "just for a little while. papa and mama used to, but not so much anymore."

"maybe because they want you to be brave," you cross over to the closet, peering in before shutting it softly, "there's no monsters in the closet. don't worry, i peeked behind the hangers."

"good," jack chirps, "will you look under my bed too?"

since it was the weekend after a race, the last thing your knees wanted to do was squat or bend. yet, you obeyed jack's request, stifling a groan as you kneel to the floor, head bowing as you look under the bed.

no monsters there either.

"i have to report that there are no monsters. maybe they all left because hase scared them off."

"no," jack shakes his head, "they probably left because you're scary!"

"i'm scary?" you can't help but giggle as you burrow under the covers, the child cuddling into your chest.

"yeah," jack responds, "you're a world champion! you'd probably run them over in your car or beat them in a race. i would be scared of you too."

oh lord. the things that came out of that child's mouth.

"well," your eyelids are heavier by the second as jack's breathing slows, his arms clinging to you, "let's get some sleep then. i'll stay here, just for a little bit."

"how about you stay forever?"

"i can't do that," you press a tender kiss to his crown, "your papa needs me."

"well i need you too. you do a much better job checking for monsters than he does."

as the child dozes off, you can't help but feel your heart flutter. perhaps this wasn't so bad. you could definitely be a mom. if it came with moments like this, then fuck yes. you would definitely be a mom.

especially if your children resembled the love of your life.

an hour passes, toto wolff cursing as he rolls over, feeling a coldness in the space where you typically lay. tossing the sheets, he gets up, strolling down the hall.

as the door opens, he can't help but melt at the sight before him.

his son, fast asleep on his beloved golden girl, the two deep in slumber.

if only he had his phone.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Steve comes home tired from work, barely able to muster up even a smile for Billy as he shuts the front door behind him, leaning against it with all his weight as he toes off his shoes and Billy smirks at him from where he’s standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

“Long day, peanut?” He asks as he sets down his knife, leaving the chopped carrot where it lays on the cutting board in favour of wiping his hands and going over to Steve.

Who, as he sets down his tote bag and backpack, pulls a little pout and whines as he stumbles over to Billy, reaching his arms out for a much-needed hug.

Billy meets him there, in front of the fridge with their grocery list and vacation pictures stuck to it with magnets, and wraps his arms around his boyfriend with a soft smile, feeling Steve bury his face into his neck, hiding away.

He thumbs over the fabric of Steve’s shirt as he rests one hand on his pretty boy’s upper back and the other down at his lower back, feeling the weight of Steve’s arms around his shoulders and the rest of him as the brunet leans against him.

“‘m tired,” Steve mumbles, his breath warm on Billy’s skin.

“You should lay down on the couch for a bit,” he mumbles in return, sliding his hand down a little lower so he can squeeze Steve’s ass, unable to help himself.

And Steve really must be tired because he doesn’t tell Billy to stop, doesn’t push his hand away with a playful look, he just lets him do whatever he wants as he begins to complain and vent about his day.

“I hate this company,” Billy lowers his other hand, gives him another squeeze with both, “Wanna quit so bad but the job market is fucking stupid,” Billy gives his ass a couple little pats back to back, “HR is so fucking clueless and toxic, I don’t know how the manager’s still here,” Billy squeezes again, a little longer, “Maybe I should just work in food service again, for a bit…”

Billy frowns, “You hated that, too.”

“Yeah, but at least I got to leave work at work and come home to you without anything nagging in the back of my mind.”

“Aww,” Billy grins, pulling Steve’s shirt from where it’s tucked into his pants, just so he can slide his hands up the back of it and touch, “You just wanna come home and think about me and nothing else?

Steve kisses his neck and nods, “Even though you’re a pain in my ass — which you’ve been playing with this entire time.”

“You didn’t tell me to stop, so,” Billy hums, turning his head to kiss Steve’s cheekbone and whispering into his ear playfully, “Sorry your life sucks and you hate your job.”

Steve snorts a soft laugh at that and pulls away just enough to look into Billy’s eyes, his expression already softened and warm just from a few minutes of cuddling in their kitchen, his shoulders relaxed from where they’d been up by his ears, “How was class?” He asks softly, gently bumping their noses together.

Billy returns the gentle nuzzle, staring into those chocolate buttons Steve calls his eyes as he recalls his day on campus, “S’fine,” he mutters, “Classes are just starting so it was mostly syllabus stuff, easy shit.”

“Mm, lucky you,” Steve smirks, eyeing Billy’s lips, his want obvious.

“Yeah, lucky me,” Billy returns the smirk, watching Steve because he loves to and can.

A long beat of silence passes, the two of them wrapped up in one another, until Steve mutters, “Fucking kiss me already…”

“So demanding,” Billy chastises playfully as he closes the distance between them, pressing his mouth to Steve’s for a long kiss, giving him a few more in quick succession before pulling away and pulling his hands from Steve’s shirt and patting his ass again, “Go lay down, I’ll join you once the soup’s going.”

“Okay,” Steve murmurs happily, giving Billy another kiss before untangling himself from his boyfriend and going to do as he says.

When Billy follows him not five minutes later, he finds Steve sleeping.

He lets his pretty boy rest.

[thetopichot]

•°● Fluff Alphabet ●°•

I made my own version of the Fluff Alphabet because I'm a unhinged cat that has the power to do whateva I want. (｀ε´ )

Also you guys should totes tag me when you use these, I love seeing what you guys do with it!

A = Abundance Of Love (Are they a loud lover that loves to express their love in many ways or are they a quiet lover that loves those quiet intimate moments?)

B = Brave (Were they the first to confess? If so, how did the confession go?)

C = Control (Do they take the wheel of the relationship or do they let someone else do the driving?)

D = Dreamboat (What do they find attractive in their partner(s)?)

E = Empathetic (If their partner(s) was in a not so good mood, how would they cheer them up?)

F = Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)

G = General (Random Fluff Headcanon)

H = Home (How would they feel living with their partner(s)?)

I = Idealistic (What's their personal preference in a special someone?)

J = Jealousy (Do they get protective of their partner(s) when someone flirts with them?)

K = Key To The Heart (What is something that will make them fall in love instantly?)

L = Luxurious (Do they spoil their partner(s) rotten? If they do, how do they spoil them?)

M = Marriage (How would they feel about getting married?)

N = Nobility (How honest are they to their partner(s)? Do they hide anything?)

O = Overwhelmed (If they were in a not so good mood, how can their partner(s) help them out?)

P = Passionate (What is something to them that means a lot to them that only their partner(s) knows about it?)

Q = Quirky (Something silly that they do.)

R = Romantic (What is their love language?)

S = Sublime (What is the best gift that their partner(s) can give them?)

T = Touching (How do they feel about PDA?)

U = Undeniable (Did everyone know about their crush on their partner(s)?)

V = Visionary (What do they want their future to look like with their partner(s)?)

W = Wacky (General Fluff Headcanon. Again.)

X = Xaroncharoo (Yes, that's a word. Look it up. In a domestic sense, what are they exceptional at in the home?)

Y = Yearning (If their partner(s) went out to get something without them/went off to work, how would they feel about it?)

Z = Zonked (How do they cuddle?)

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - Yippie! It's done. FUCKING finally. If you guys use these, you should tag me! You don't have to, but I would love to see what you guys do with it!

[kitybur]

𝐦𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜𝐰𝐡𝐲

⌦ in which you just want cuddles from your faceless youtuber boyfriend. and he wants some kisses.

— warnings: pronouns not used, swearing, fluff, kissing, mention of nerf gun

| hihi!! I saw you wrote for Isaacwhy so I was wondering if I could request a fic of him with fluff prompt 1 ("come cuddle me you ugly bitch") or prompt 10 ("if I start kissing you, I don't think I could stop") I haven't been able to find any Issac fics so this would be greatly appreciated ^^ |

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austin, texas. the place your boyfriend had been living with his four bestfriends. you were in the process of moving in, along with yumi as you both decided it was time you joined the rest of the groupchat in the large house.

you were in yours and isaac’s shared bedroom, at the lower level of the house and one of the biggest rooms. you grabbed a red tote bag and carried it to the bathroom, unzipping it and placing your toiletries in their rightful spots.

distracted by putting shampoo on the bottom shelf of the cabinet under the sink, you jump when firm hands reached your shoulders, clasping them in a soft grip. your head shot back, releasing a breath when you saw isaac’s face come into view.

“jesus, are you trying to kill me on my first day?” you joked, closing the cabinet and standing up. isaac was taller than you, so craning your neck to look up at him made him feel giddy inside.

isaac chuckles, settling for one hand on your left cheek and one on the base of your neck. your own coming to rest on his waist. “never. just missed you.” your cheeks dusted a pink and isaac smirks, he loved when he made you flustered.

you leaned in, standing on your tippy toes to get better reach in height. isaac leaned down to ease you from neck pain, but paused before your lips could connect. he let out a deep breath, eyes flickering between yours. “if i start kissing you, i don't think i could stop” he whispered, breath against your nose.

“then don’t stop.” you whispered back, almost panting from the lack of his lips on yours. you let out a satisfied groan when he finally made the move, pink lips connecting with yours as you gripped his shirt in your palms.

lips moving against lips, you almost didn’t hear the knock at the bathroom door, too lost in each other. you pulled away when something stung your leg for a moment, looking at the door to see tanner with a nerf gun shooting plastic bullets at you.

“hey! what the hell!” isaac yelled, not releasing his hold on your cheek and neck. tanner stared at the both of you with a teasing smile.

“while the free show would be awesome, we’re hungry as fuck.” we?

larry, at that moment, had peaked around the corner with his own nerf gun in hand, pointing it at you and isaac like tanner had. ah, we.

“can’t you guys ask nick?” you asked.

“he left with yumi to record a vlog, or something.” larry paused. “can you guys please take us to get food?”

isaac looked at you with a look that said ‘i’m sorry’. you shook your head with a smile, almost telling him it was alright. the boys talked about we’re they wanted to go, and with a final kiss to your lips, you all headed out the door and into isaac’s car. off too another adventure.

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going out had taken longer than expected. it was around midnight when you lot had arrived back home and by then, everyone was tired. tanner and larry had stumbled to their rooms, half asleep still from taking a nap in the car.

you on the other hand, we’re making a beeline for the bathroom in your room, ready to get into bed and snuggle up with your boyfriend. you turned on the tap and brushed your teeth, hearing isaac come into the room.

once you were done, you looked up in the mirror, only to make eye contact with a shirtless isaac. your heart sped up as you took in his appearance and with a soft smile, you turned around and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. he hummed as you left the bathroom, taking this time for himself to get ready for bed.

you had been laying down for what seemed like forever with no isaac beside you. you were tired and whiney, wanting the attention from none other then the man himself.

“isaac.” you called out. “come cuddle me, you ugly bitch” like a reflex, isaac’s head popped out of the bathroom. he scoffed, turning off the bathroom light and made his way over to you.

“ugly bitch? do you see how sexy i am?” he flexed his muscles in mock, leaning against the wall by your head to prove his point.

“yeah, whatever, mr faceless. come and cuddle me.” he shook his head with a soft smile and pulled the blankets back, laying himself between your thighs so his chest was on your stomach. you put your hands in his hair and played with it, slowly getting him to drift off to sleep.

“i love you.” he mumbled.

“i love you, too.”

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a/n; idk how to feel about this. i don’t exactly know how to write for isaacwhy, sometimes im afraid my writing won’t match up with the character’s personality. i included both prompts to try and make this fic longer, so i hope that’s more then okay! and i agree, isaac fics are so hard to find 😩 so im glad i can provide this!

[honeyjars-sims]

3.6 Hurting from the Heat

The morning light was shining through the window. Johnny hesitantly opened his eyes, not yet willing to greet the day. The previous night of partying left him with a pounding headache. Next to him Carina was also beginning to stir awake.

Johnny knew how this would go: She would start getting dressed and he would try to tempt her back in bed with him. She'd decline in her dismissive way that always left him feeling like a hungry dog begging for scraps at the table. She’d offer him something from the bootleg pharmacy in her purse as some sort of consolation prize and she’d be on her way.

He could avoid the whole song and dance if he’d just keep his mouth shut and let her go, but he kept trying on the off chance that his pleas would actually move her this time. Next to him Carina was already making her way off the bed. “Are you leaving?” He asked, as if the answer wasn’t obvious.

“Yeah, I have my class, remember?” She stood up and started gathering her clothes that had been thrown haphazardly on the floor the night before.

“Oh yeah. That’s not for another hour, though. Can’t you stay a little longer?” Johnny patted the now empty spot where she’d been lying, still warm from the heat of her body. Before long it would be cold once again.

“Johnny, you know what this is.” Carina sighed as she pulled her shirt over her head. “I told you from the jump I’m not into relationships.”

Johnny rolled his eyes. “When did I ask you for one? I just want to cuddle for a bit.”

“You say that, but I know your type. First it will be cuddling, then spending weekends together and before I know it, you'll be introducing me as your girlfriend and talking about our future. No fucking thanks.”

Carina must have realized how harsh she sounded because she sat herself on the edge of the bed and laid her hand on top of Johnny’s. “Look, you’re a nice guy and I’m having fun with you, but I can’t give you more than this."

“I know that.” Johnny replied quietly. He didn't want anything more, at least not with her. Truth be told, he wasn't even sure if he liked her. He was just tired of being alone.

"You should get up and go do something. Y'know, seize the fucking day or whatever." Carina rummaged through her tote bag and pulled out a small baggie of white powder which she held towards him. “Here, this'll wake you up.”

He knew he should decline but the sadness was creeping in and he figured he could use a distraction. “Okay, but just a little. I have an appointment later.” Getting high before therapy probably wasn't his smartest move, but that would have to be a problem for future Johnny.

Carina began gathering her things. "Well, I'll see you around. Oh and Johnny? You should really think about getting a girlfriend." Johnny sighed and began getting ready for his appointment.

By the time he was ready to leave, he was pretty amped up. He tried to leave the house without catching the attention of his parents and almost made it to the front door when he heard David call his name.

“Hey Johnny, please remind your girlfriend that we don’t smoke in the house.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Johnny replied. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and reminded himself to relax before David caught wind of what he’d been up to.

“Well, whoever she is, she needs to stop smoking indoors if she wants to come back.”

“Okay, I’ll tell her. But I did tell her already. Really! I didn’t know she was still doing it or I would’ve said something to her.” Johnny was talking too much and too fast. He could tell by the way David's eyes narrowed that his dad was on to him. “She doesn’t really listen to me, though, and I don’t think she really wants to come back anyway, but if she does I’ll let her know.”

“You’re on something.”

“No, I just had too much coffee.” He knew his lie wasn’t convincing but he had to say something.

“You’re sweating and you look like you’re about to jump out of your skin. I’m not stupid, Johnny.”

“Fine, think what you want. I’m going to be late.” Johnny began heading to the door, reaching for his keys on the entry table on the way. David grabbed them first.

“Are you out of your mind? You’re not driving high. I’ll take you.” Johnny didn't protest.

“This ends today,” David continued, and Johnny knew he meant it. “Your little friend can’t come over anymore. If I see her in my house again, you’re out. If you bring drugs into the house again, you’re out. If you don’t get a job by the end of the month, you’re out.”

“Okay, I get it.” He agreed to the terms as though he had a choice and started to walk to the door.

“Johnny, wait.”

Johnny didn’t hide his agitation. “What now?” He threw his hands up in the air, preparing for another tirade about what a selfish and irresponsible son he was. Instead David’s face softened as he placed a hand on Johnny’s shoulder.

“I was just going to say that I love you, no matter what. And I’m going to do everything I can to help you, even if it makes you hate me for a little while.”

His dad's eyes, filled with anger a few moments ago were now brimming with tears. Johnny was ashamed that things had come to this. He hated that he was hurting his dads after everything they’d done for him. “I don’t hate you, Dad,” he said softly. “I love you, and I’m sorry."

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[female-hysterics]

Dumbgothbunny asked:

Cecil meeting a real cute innocent girl at a bar. She’s soft spoken, wearing the cutest sundress and he totally talks her into smoking weed with him and corrupts her (I mean not really but he kinda feels like it and it’s kinda hot how he’s teaching you such dirty shit. Like he teaches you to call him daddy or some shit

Also dude am I annoying you because you can tell me to fuck off and I totes will chill

OMG never! I absolutely love when you send me messages! 🥺

I absolutely love this idea! Her being the complete opposite of him, shy and sweet and so innocent and him instantly popping a boner at the sight of her in her cute little sundress sitting across the bar all nervous... 🤤🥵

The first thing that popped in my head was him teaching her to shotgun when he smokes because she doesn't smoke so she was super nervous. He has her straddle his lap “because it’s easier”, her dress riding up her thighs, and he’s barely pressing his lips to hers and she’s already whimpering. He keeps his hand on the nape of her neck the entire time, watching as her eyes flutter, and he’s grinning at her as she eventually starts giggling at him and sagging against him so relaxed.

As for teaching her dirty things...

I can see him telling her to ask him for things while he's pleasuring her, but also get turned on by helping her experience things she hasn’t before. Like he would be eating her out and she's sobbing in pleasure but he makes her ask for his cock out loud before he fucks her. Or he’s teaching her how to blow him and suddenly he’s fucking her throat because she made such a surprised little sound when she first tasted him. Or whispering in her ear as he takes her from behind that he wants her to call him Papi (I prefer Papi over Daddy...I don’t know why 🤷🏼‍♀️) all while she’s a drooling mess from how deep he’s railing into her.

Afterwards, she stays all blushing and shy, and he just flops on top of her to aggressively cuddle her and asks what movie they are going to watch after dinner and if they have any more popcorn.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Hi! Can I request something?

I would love some fluff with Frank with these prompts: thunderstorms, pillow forts and cuddling under a blanket

I hope it's okay that I picked three... I couldn't decide on just one :) Thank you 💕

Hello lovely! I made this a hurt/comfort/fluff fic. I hope that’s ok! I am so happy to give Frank all the gentle things. (Title based on Hold On by Michael Buble)

Stronger Here Together

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader 

summary: Frank receives comfort after a nasty mission.

Warnings: swearing, implied depression, non-graphic descriptions of violence

w/c: 1.8k

Keeping his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, Frank desperately tried not to let the pounding raindrops drive him past his current stimulation threshold and into total insanity. This mission was the worst he’d had in a while, with the universe kindly throwing every possible worst case scenario at him despite his growing irritation. 

First, the target zipped across state lines mere hours after he’d gotten set up in a vacant motel room, meaning he had to completely reevaluate his stakeout location and do a whole other recon session in a new area. Then, the bastard made the brilliant move of teaming up with a local sex trafficking ring to peddle the drugs he’d been selling all over the tristate area. Which, fine, Frank was always ready to rid the world of some fucking perverts but these particular perverts happened to be toting massive amounts of guns, which was why he now had 4 crudely sutured wounds aching across his torso. 

Of course this was far from the end of his horrific three week endeavor. After nearly passing out from blood loss, the overwhelmingly understanding agents of the CIA and homeland decided to blame him for shit going south. And that meant he’d received earful after motherfucking earful from Madani about every little misstep he had apparently taken. All of this made up the shit sundae—top that with the pulsing aches from injuries and stiff muscles, the sheer exhaustion from the stress and intense lack of sleep, and the fact that he hadn’t seen you in 19 fucking days? Yah. Pissed didn’t even begin to describe his current mood. 

He’d sent you a short, discrete text from his burner, just letting you know that he was coming home and where his mind was at. At the beginning of your relationship, he’d come back from an equally long, equally stressful trip and exploded on you when you tried to dote on him. Though he’d never admit it, he still has nightmares about the hurt in your eyes and the sound of your sobs after he screamed at you to leave him alone. He’d man up and talk about his feelings if it meant never seeing you that upset again. 

Letting his mind wander, the tension in his body faded slightly as his thoughts drifted to images of you. His gorgeous, gentle, thoughtful girl who deserved so much better but refused to let him go. After that first rough experience, you’d learned to be less persistent with him, to treat him almost like a feral dog. Lay out some things and let him care for himself before coming to you. 

And that is exactly what you were doing while Frank drove home to you—busying yourself with household chores as you tried to make the space as cozy as possible. Though you were a bit nervous about his reaction, you had a few tricks up your sleeve to cheer both of you up on this gloomy Sunday. Once the living room was set up, you finished wiping down the counters, lit a scented candle, and nestled into an armchair while you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. 

After a 7 hour drive, and a mile long trek through the pelting rain from the one free parking spot he could find near your apartment, Frank was ready to collapse and block out the world for a week. The rough, soaked denim of his jacket was rubbing at his skin, making him downright miserable as he trudged the last few blocks to your place. Hauling himself up the stairs and in front of your door, he knocked once before resting his head against your door frame. 

Opening your door, your sweet smile morphed into a concerned frown as you took in the stiff, sopping wet man before you. 

“Oh Frankie, what happened?” Carefully pulling him into your apartment, you let him remove his boots while you snatched your softest towel from the linen closet. Handing over the cloth, you helped him strip off his drenched outer layers as he cleared his throat to speak. 

“Couldn’t find a spot. Had to walk a bit.” His voice was more gravelly than usual after being silent for so long. You tutted in sympathy, taking the damp towel and clothes from him. 

“Bet that was exactly what you wanted after the past few weeks. I’m sorry, honey. I’ll throw these in the wash. Did you want to shower?” You resisted the urge to pull him into a hug, not wanting to overwhelm him. 

Frank nodded, scrubbing a hand over his face as he shuffled to the bathroom. Turning the shower on and removing the last of his saturated clothes, Frank sighed and rubbed at his strained eyes. Taking a moment to look around, his spirits lifted slightly as he realized you’d clearly prepared the space for him. The small tiled room was pristine and scrubbed of any debris, with a clean towel and fresh set of clothes hanging over a towel bar. Christ, he loved you. 

The sounds of water bombarding ceramic walls soothed your nervous heart as you started your coffee maker. If you’d been the one to walk a mile in a torrential downpour, you’d be craving a hot drink and some soft fleece blankets when you got home. Thankfully, you already had the latter covered. 

There was a small squeak from the bathroom as Frank turned the shower off, shuffling around behind the door before emerging in a tee and sweats. Nodding his head at you, he grunted. “Thanks for the clothes.” 

“My pleasure, pumpkin. Make yourself comfy, I’ll have coffee ready in a bit.” Pulling two mugs from the cupboard, you bit back a smile as Frank turned and finally surveyed your hard work. 

“The hell is that?” 

You couldn’t stop the giggle that burst out of you at his grumpy confusion. “It’s a pillow fort!”

“A…pillow fort?” Frank scratched the back of his head, looking inquisitively at the structure you’d built. 

Nodding eagerly, you came to stand next to him. “Yup. When I was little, my siblings and I would always make forts on rainy days. I haven’t done it in years, but I thought we could both use a pick me up today.” Shifting from foot to foot, you looked up at him through your long lashes. “If you don’t like it, or it’s too childish, I can put it all back and we can pretend it never happened.” 

“Hey, no, you don’t need to do that, doll.” Frank wrapped his arms around your hesitant form, drawing you into his chest before kissing the top of your head. “I wasn’t expectin’ it, is all.” 

“Would you like to sit with me? Or did you need some time alone?” Your words were slightly muffled by his muscular torso. 

With a snort, Frank tilted your face towards his. “Fuck no. Spent enough time with myself the past few weeks.” Kissing you tenderly, he brushed a thumb over your cheek. “I’ve missed ya like hell, sweetheart.”

“God, I missed you too, Frankie. So much.” 

Resting his forehead against yours, he pressed a kiss to your nose. “Why don’t you show me around the new setup?” 

Giggling happily, you took one of his hands in two of yours and tugged him over to the towering stack of cushions. “Well this is the entrance, obviously.” 

“Obviously.” Frank’s mouth twitched, feeling the dark cloud over his shoulders begin to fizzle away as you showed him the comfy nest you’d built. 

“And, if you come inside…” You scrambled into the fabric cave on all fours, Frank followed in a more rigid manner, his aching joints not pleased about the new posture. 

The structure you’d built was quite impressive. You’d utilized damn near every piece of furniture in the living room, but that meant it was tall enough for you both to sit up and sturdy enough to not collapse on top of you. There were strings of small lights hanging from the makeshift ceiling, and a pile of the softest blankets and pillows you owned waiting to be burrowed in. Everything about it was so unbelievably you that Frank could have cried. 

“So…” Sitting back on your knees, you gazed at him with wide eyes. “What do you think?” 

“It-it’s perfect, doll face.” He pushed past the crack in his voice, hoping you wouldn’t question it. “I love it.” 

“Would you like to lay down?” You offered, pulling back the duvet at the base of the pile of blankets. 

“Fuck yes.” Frank groaned, making you laugh. 

Plopping down on the squishy surface, you made grabby hands at him, earning you a hearty chuckle before your broad-shouldered love crawled on top of you. He peppered your face with stubble-rough kisses as you squirmed beneath him. 

“Frank!” You laughed, placing two fingers over his lips. “As much as I love your kisses, you should really lay down. I can see how much tension you’re holding.” You punctuated your murmur with a soft hand placed between his shoulder blades, fingers massaging the resolute knot beneath his skin. 

With an appreciative groan, Frank’s chin dropped his chest, his body inadvertently sagging downward as it stopped resisting gravity. Towing him atop your own horizontal body, you gently positioned him so that you could continue to knead at his upper back while he melted into a puddle beneath your fingers. 

Letting out a soft sound that was more moan than hum, Frank squashed his face against your neck. Kissing his forehead, your free hand came up to card through his damp hair. 

“Better?” You teased, knowingly. 

Nodding, your stoic boyfriend remained silent and pliable in your embrace. 

Carefully pulling the blankets over the two of you, you grinned as Frank shuddered with a satisfied groan. The poor guy was practically falling asleep, head pillowed on your chest as you tugged at his hair gingerly. “Did you want something to eat or drink before passing out? I think the pot of coffee I started is about ready.”

“You made coffee?” The muscular lump of boyfriend that was splayed over you rumbled hopefully at the notion. 

“Course I did. Wanted you to have something to drink when you got home. It’s decaf though, figured you’d also want to sleep.” 

“Mmm love you.” Was the only response you received. With a giggle, you nudged Frank so that you could see his face, which had gone peacefully slack thanks to your ministrations. 

“I love you too, pumpkin. Sleep first, or coffee first?” 

“Sleep. ‘M tired as fuck.” 

Chuckling, you pulled the blankets tighter around the two of you. “Sleep well, handsome. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

[multifandomfanficss]

Home Is Wherever You Are P3

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: While Gut and Chris are at school you spend the day alone with Adrian. You also think you might have a plan to get home. You think you’re finally starting to get a hang of things… or are you?

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language, homophobia, ableism against autistic people (people being Adrian)

A/N: Thank you so much for the feedback you guys have been giving me here and on AO3! I love seeing your guys’ comments! I really appreciate all of you!!!

You woke up quickly, jolting up from your bed in a cold sweat. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and you don’t even know when you started crying. Suddenly, you feel hands on your shoulders, applying pressure to your body.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here. It’s just me. It’s just Adrian. It was just a dream. You’re okay.” Your boyfriend comforts you.

“It was so fucking awful.” You choke on your tears, clinging to him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, rubbing your back.

“You- you died and then I- I think I was next- a butterfly killed you and then I- I felt one going down my throat- I- I couldn’t breathe-“ You try to get out your words between sobs, finding it difficult to breathe even now. He shushes you, pulling you into his lap.

“I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re both safe. I promise.” He kisses you on the forehead. “Can you try to breathe with me?” He asks.

“I- I can’t” You cry out.

“Sure you can.” He says with love and patients. He places your hand on his chest so you can feel his chest rise a bit easier as he breathes. You place your head over his heart so you can listen to it beat. “I’m gonna count, okay? In for 4, out for 4, okay?” You nod. He counts for you. “1, 2, 3, 4. Now out, 2, 3, 4. You’re doing so good. We’re gonna go for 8 now, okay?” He makes sure you understand. You nod and he begins to count.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…”

September 7th, 1994

“…8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Ready or not here I come, Adrian!” You yelled as you started to seek during your turn in hide and seek.

So it’s been about a week since you first got here and things haven’t gone exactly to plan, but they haven’t been completely awful either. You were currently playing with Adrian while Gut got ready for his first day of school. Chris has stayed at his dad’s last night. No matter how much you didn’t like it, Auggie was his legal guardian and he had to stay there at least some of the time. This week would be a lot of alone time with Adrian since Gut and Chris’ school started a week before Adrian’s preschool. Usually your alone time consisted of cuddling, watching movies, getting drunk, and doing…other adult things. Being alone with baby Adrian was just…weird…but you were going to make the most of it! Diane had decided earlier in the week to start giving you an allowance. It was less than a pay check, but it was enough to be able to take the boys out or just do something for yourself when you wanted to, or to even save up a little bit. She couldn’t afford to give you a steady paycheck, but throwing some extra tip money your way was something she could handle. At first you objected, but she wouldn’t let you, reminding you that you essentially work for her for free and that you’ll probably just end up spending it on the boys instead anyway. You couldn’t argue with that logic. She wasn’t wrong after all. Today you were using it to take Adrian out. It was in part to distract him from missing Gut and Chris and being nervous about his first day of preschool coming up, but in reality you had a bigger plan.

After Diane left for work, dropping Gut off at school, you got Adrian ready for the day and brought him out. You carried a tote bag slung over your shoulder as you and Adrian hopped over all the cracks on the sidewalk. “Step on cack bweak mobver’s back!” Adrian sang.

“You step on a crack, you break your mother’s back!” You sing with him. You watch Adrian bend down.

“Woah!” Adrian yells. He comes back up and turns around to run back to you. “Found a rock!” He yells.

“A rock?!” You say, as if it’s the most exciting thing in the world.

“A rock!” He parrots back, giving it to you to look at. You inspect the composition of the rock with the different colors.

“Adrian, what color is this?” You ask.

“Green!” He giggles.

“Good job! What about here?” You ask pointing to a purple area.

“Red?” He seems less sure.

“You’re very close. I suppose it’s looks a little red, but that’s purple.” You smile, saying the color slower so he has a chance to hear the sounds your mouth is making.

“P-purple” He parrots back, really hitting his p sounds hard.

“Good job! You’re so smart, Adrian!” You smile, giving him a high five. “I’m gonna put this in the bag, so we don’t lose it and we can put it in your collection when we get home.”

“Okay!” He says. It’s not long before he finds another rock…and another…and another…by the fourth rock, you didn’t really want to carry anymore. It was starting to weigh down the bag.

“Ugh!” You pretend to almost drop the bag. “This is getting so heavy!” You pretend to struggle.

“No, it’s not!” He giggles.

“You must be a lot stronger than me then! I’ll tell ya what. You pick out one more rock before the bag gets too heavy. The bag will only hold one more.” You told him.

“One more?!” He asks.

“One more, so pick something really special.” You smile at him. He races off to find the perfect rock. You looked down, shifting the contents in your bag. You didn’t want any of the rocks to get dirt on the paper and envelopes you had inside. They would need to last a long time. He found the fifth rock and excitedly handed it to you. “Good choice.” You smile, putting it in the bag.

First stop was the arcade. “What game’s first?” You ask as you put the money in the machine for tokens.

“Space!” Adrian said in a dramatic voice. Luckily you knew what he meant. The alien invasion game was one of his favorites, even in your current time period.

“Okay, let’s go play space.” You smile. Before putting in money you took a second to look at the high scores. You felt sadness wash over you. The top score wasn’t filled with Adrian’s initials like it was in your time period. Your initials weren’t in the second slot either. It was full of names you didn’t know. You put in the tokens and set Adrian up before you took out your supplies and started writing your first letter.

‘Adrian,

The date is September 7th, 1994. The time is 11:23am.

Come find me.

Love,

(Y/N)’

The plan was simple enough. You would write letters like this and put them in the areas he frequented most. You slipped it in an envelope, wrote ‘Don’t open until’ with your current year and stuck it to the back of the machine. You knew if most people found it, they probably wouldn’t touch it. They would just think it was a time capsule. The idea came to you when you realized your team may not even know where in time you are…or if you’re even alive… You really hoped Adrian didn’t think you were dead, but you couldn’t think about that right now. If you wanted to see him again, you needed to carry out the current task at hand.

After finishing the game, Adrian wanted to climb through the big children’s maze. It was just one of those giant plastic tube systems like Chuck E. Cheese or McDonald’s PlayLand.

“Adrian, I’m a grownup, so I can’t go up, but if you wanna go up I’ll stay right here. I promise.” You smile at him.

“Okay!” He says as he heads into the maze. You weren’t worried about losing him. There was only one way in and out. You sat in front of the tubes, waiting. By the time he came out, he didn’t look as happy before. He ran right up to you and gave you a hug, sniffling.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You ask him.

“No, they are mean!” He says. You feel a lump in your throat.

“Who’s mean, buddy? Was it other kids?” You ask. He nods.

“They yelled at me and told me I pwayed wrong!” He cried. It took every ounce of your being to not walk up into that maze and scream at them. They were all just kids. They didn’t realize the complexities of ableism in society. They didn’t know Adrian was autistic. They just knew he was different. Adrian didn’t even know and being the youngest by such a large gap, he rarely had kids his age to talk to, let alone tell him so. You watched as he tried to cover his ears. He was clearly overstimulated. You scoop him up in your arms and carry him out of the packed area of screaming children. When you’re away from the crowd you put him down and get on your knees so you’re at his level.

“Adrian, you didn’t play wrong. You just played different. It’s not you fault.” You were trying to think. You didn’t know how to explain this to a 3 year old. If this was adult Adrian, you’d know exactly what to say…toddler Adrian, not so much. You sigh. “You’re so special, Adrian. I don’t think you play wrong. I think you do it differently. I think they’re just jealous because they CAN’T play like you.” You smile, trying to hold in your own emotions. This is a moment that could completely change his life.

“Jeawous?” He asks sniffling. You forgot a 3 year old probably wouldn’t understand the concept.

“Jealousy is when you get upset because somebody else has something you want. It’s like when there’s only two game controllers and Dor and Chris won’t let you play. When you get sad or mad, that’s jealousy and those other kids are just jealous because they can’t be as cool or as smart as you.” You tell him.

“I am cool and smart?” He asks, sniffling.

“You are so cool and so smart.” You smile, embracing him and giving him a kiss on top of the head. Your stomach begins to rumble. You laugh. “Oh man! I’m so hungry. Are you hungry too?” You ask.

“Yeah!” He says. You wipe his remaining tears.

“Let’s go get lunch.” You smile, picking him up and heading to Fennel Fields. Diane is at her other job right now, but that’s in your favor. You wanted to use the time to slip another letter somewhere.

By the end of your outing you were able to put five letters across town in Adrian’s favorite stores, restaurants, and the arcade. Hopefully he’d see at least one of them. Now you were on the couch watching a show with Adrian when you decided you needed to go to the bathroom. You wouldn’t be gone for that long it’d be fine. Plus Adrian was glued to the screen anyway. He was in deep focus as the Land Before Time played on the screen. “If I go to the bathroom are you gonna stay here?” You ask. He nods absentmindedly and you figure he probably won’t move. When you get into the bathroom, you notice Gut left it a mess this morning, so after using it, you clean up after him.

When you come out of the bathroom, the credits for the movie are rolling and Adrian is nowhere to be found. “Adrian?” You call out. You hear him upstairs. He probably went to his room. You were gone for all of about ten minutes. He couldn’t have gotten into that much trouble. You walk up the stairs to find his bedroom door closed. That’s odd. Then you realize the sound is coming from your room, not his. You turn the corner and see him with the drawer open. Things are all over the place and he has your phone in his hands. “Adrian, can I have that back please?” You ask, anxiously. “It’s not nice to go through other people’s stuff.” You remind him. He passes you the phone and your worst nightmare has come true. It won’t turn on. He killed the last of the battery. “Adrian!” You yell at him as you begin to panic.

“I sowy” he says.

“No! You can’t fix this problem by being cute!” You yell. You don’t mean to yell, but everything you had left of your Adrian was on your phone. You don’t even hear the door open downstairs. “That was all I had left of him!” You say as you begin to cry. Adrian starts to cry too, frozen, unsure what to do. You looked at him. He was scared. You yelled at him. Adrian. Your Adrian, just not quite as you know him yet. This is still him and he’s just a baby and you yelled at him. “I’m sorry- oh god- I’m so sorry.” You continue to cry.

“I sowy.” He repeats.

“I know you’re sorry.” You cry. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” As you continue to cry, you hear a voice from the doorway.

“Uh…we’re home from school…” Gut’s voice breaks through your sobs. “Ade, wanna go play video games?” He asks. He never lets his brother play with him.

“Gonna go play with Dor!” Adrian says, giving you a hug and then running after his older brother. Chris stands frozen in the door.

“What happened?” He asks. You look at him. His lip is busted, no doubt from sleeping at his dad’s last night.

“There’s nothing we can do. It doesn’t matter.” You tell him.

“It does matter. You look like shit.” He says. You’re currently crying on the floor while a 13 year old Christopher Smith tells you that you look like shit. What has your life come to?

“He broke your thing, didn’t he?” Chris asks. You nod, taking a shakey breath.

“I didn’t mean to yell at him. I just had important stuff on my thing…” Your voice is broken and quiet. He walks away and quickly comes back with a tape in his hands. He tosses it to you silently. “What’s this?” You ask.

“Play it and find out.” He tells you, handing you the tape recorder to play it back. You place the tape in the slot and hit play.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking…” The voicemail rings through. You let out a sigh of relief.

“You recorded it?!” You ask in shock.

“I don’t really know what that thing is, but it looked like it ran on batteries and I knew they wouldn’t last forever. I figured if I could hear that message on repeat through the walls every night while I’m trying to go to sleep, it was probably something important.” He tells you.

“Chris, you have no idea how much this means to me-“

“Don’t mention it.” He cuts you off, walking out of the room. You think Chris might actually like you.

Later on in the night while everyone was asleep you played the voicemail again. You sighed in relief. You may have lost the pictures, but at least you could still hear his voice. After the tape ended you decided you should probably get some sleep. It was getting late. You started heading down the hall to the bathroom when you heard crying coming from Adrian’s room. You opened the door slowly, popping your head inside.

“What’s going on, Ade? Everything okay?” You ask.

“No! The witch is gonna get me!” He cried. He had another nightmare. You flicked on the light to show him there were no monsters in his room. You made a point of checking his closet and checking under his bed.

“There’s no witches here. You’re safe. I promise.” You sit next to him on the bed. “Do you wanna know what I think about when I’m scared?” You ask him. He nods. “Where I’m from, when I’m scared at night, I know there’s a very brave hero to protect me.” You weave your fingers through his curls in a calming manner.

“A hero?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You smile, trying not to become emotional. “He’s strong and he smart and he’s funny.” You laugh to yourself. “He’s so funny, but he’s also caring and brave. He goes out every night to make sure everyone’s safe in their beds and nobody is alone, scared in the dark.” You smile. “He even helped saved the entire world from aliens once!” You add.

“Aliens?!” Adrian’s face changes from one of fear to one of amazement. “What is his name?” He asks.

“His name is Vigilante” You smile. “and he’s gonna come all the way from where I live to make sure we’re safe in our beds too.” You smile. You try to cover up how broken you are by how badly you miss your boyfriend and the rest of your life back home.

“Where do you live?” He asks.

“Somewhere far away. It’s not perfect, but my boyfriend’s there and I love him very much.” You smile.

“Is your boyfriend Vigiante?” Adrian asks. He can’t quite pronounce the L yet. You laugh as you quickly wipe a fallen tear.

“How did you get to be so smart?” You ask him.

“I want to be just like Vigiante when I grow up!” He tells you. You laugh again.

“I’m sure you will be. Now, get some rest.” You kiss him on the forehead, tucking him in again. You turn out the light and continue your original mission to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

[jamiesfootball]

🩳🛌

From this ask game (which I will gladly accept more asks for)

🩳 Locked in a trunk

For the Bad Things Happen Bingo whump prompt of the same name, in which Jamie finds himself locked in a (travel) trunk during a chaotic game of hide-and-seek at an away match and isn't found for hours.

Words added: 257

The new season had brought with it an influx of money, and with that an influx of interest in the goings-on at Richmond, and with that a more consistent effort to document the daily lives of the players between matches. It was the sort of attention that Jamie was used to getting at City, so much so that the absence of it at Richmond had originally left him off-balance. After being followed around by what amounted to a full-blown documentary crew nonstop, Richmond's few camera-toting interns and occasional feel-good marketing stunt had barely registered as white noise. Compared what he was used to, it had felt like a fucking joke. The joke was on him, because Richmond had a full-scale documentary team now, and Jamie had forgotten how exhausting it was to be 'on' before, during, and after training, every day of the week, with no end in sight.

🛌 Secret Nap Club

For my Good Things Happen Bingo prompt 'cuddling'

After some breakup-and-other-crap induced insomnia for Roy and some Zava-and-other-crap induced tension for Jamie, the two start a mutually beneficial arrangement of taking naps together.

Words added: 180

"Hey, now, I know everyone is tired, and we all would've liked today to go a different way, but you all know how this works. Okay? I don't want to hear anymore complaining. Coaches and players, if you'll please put your names on your papers and turn those papers in to the away shoe box with Coach Nate. Beard will draw the names out, and first name called gets to draw a room key from Will. Ain't no losers here, fellas - just Lady Luck putting everyone in the place they need to be tonight. It's up to you whether or not you decide to make the best of it."

[decks-writing-blog]

Whatever the Fuck Benrey is: Chapter Seven: Perform Like a Circus Animal

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

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“Wake the fuck up already, Gordon!”

It was a far less horrendous wake up call than the wretched blaring of Gordon’s alarm clock, but that didn’t make Benrey happy about it.

“You’re the one who volunteered us to ferry supplies like a bunch of goody two-shoes pack mules,” Bubby continued, just as loud. “So you gotta get up and get a move on already.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m awake.” Gordon’s voice rumbled in his chest where Benrey still lay against it. They’d shifted a bit, Gordon now lying partially on is back with Benrey on top. He was still fully under the blanket though so he was still hidden from Bubby’s view. “How’d you get in here? I locked the front door.”

“I picked it. You know where Benrey is? I’d thought he’d be in here, playing your Xbox or something.”

Gordon’s arms shifted around Benrey, holding him a bit tighter, as he rolled a bit more onto his side, bringing Benrey with him and thus hiding him better under the blanket. “He was last night. I got no clue where he is now. I’m sure he’ll show up again eventually, he always does. Now could you please leave so I can get out of bed?”

“You naked under there?”

“Yeah, so fuck off.”

“Don’t fall back asleep.” A moment later, the bedroom door closed.

Gordon held Benrey to his chest for a couple more seconds before sighing and shifting to lift the blanket so he could look down at Benrey. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

“Five more minutes?” Benrey didn’t need another five minutes of sleep but he also didn’t want to get up yet.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Unfortunately we can’t lie here for five more minutes because it’ll turn into an hour and we… or at least, I really do have stuff to do today. So move.”

Benrey groaned but obeyed because Gordon would probably push him if he didn’t. Upon sliding off the bed and stretching himself out, he already missed Gordon’s warmth. It was a like a hot shower than never ran cold and without all the wet that cooled too quickly when stepping out. … He could survive without it though. Being needy, clingy, and desperate for cuddles was kind of lame and so he wasn’t. A one time really nice cuddle was all he needed or wanted. He was set for life on that now.

“You weren’t there but last night we talked and agreed to ferry supplies for the rescue attempt that the other guys are putting together to look for people deeper in the facility. We’re also bringing back wounded to Tuefort. Technically since the stuff in the health packs apparently comes from you, you could probably heal them. But we’re trying to keep you secret and no one’s in life threatening danger so it’s fine. I volunteered to drive back all our personal stuff while Dr. Coomer, Bubby, and Tommy deal with the wounded. Meaning you’re riding back with me.” As he talked, Gordon cleaned his glasses before sliding them back on his face.

“Neat. You got a DS or PSP or some other handheld gaming thing I could play during the drive?”

“Uh… yeah, actually. I found my Game Boy Advance in the closet yesterday. There was even half a pack of batteries still with it. I haven’t touched it in a few years though so I can’t say for sure it’ll work but it probably should.”

Well on the off chance it was busted, Benrey could always ask Tommy to lend him a book. OSHA manuals were probably even more boring than normal books but they’d probably still beat staring out the car window at the unchanging desert. Though even that was better than staring at it as he walked it. But if push came to shove, he could just bother Gordon to keep himself entertained. So really, it’d be fine no matter what.

~

Naturally having no personal possessions left intact to pack up, Benrey was ready to leave first. It helped that he also didn’t have to bother with breakfast. He played the Xbox right up until Gordon forced him off so he could pack it up. Blessedly upon doing so he handed over a large tote bag with a picture of a cat on it that contained his promised Game Boy Advance and batteries for it along with a whole bunch of games and some cables. Apparently he had indeed been hiding the good stuff in his room.

Benrey then moved to sit and wait the car and sort through his new borrowed treasure trove of games while Gordon – with some help from Coomer – packed all of the Science Team’s stuff into trunk and the back seats. Said car was a company car, the Black Mesa logo painted on both sides. Meant for transporting things, it was bigger than Bubby’s but the seats were less comfortable. It had a Christmas tree air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror. An old one based off how little scent still clung to it.

Gordon, in typical Gordon fashion, ended up dawdling more than was necessary before getting into the driver’s seat and finally getting the show on the road. Tempting as it was to tease him for that, Benrey was already too absorbed in, new to him, Superstar Saga – Gordon’s selection of Game Boy games was much better than his paltry Xbox game collection – to think of something good. So he let it go… for now. Next time he dawdled for a long time when Bubby wasn’t around to urge him onward, Benrey would be sure to say something though. Had to keep him on his toes after all.

Other than the radio, playing soft only slightly staticky music, and the sound of the Game Boy, they rolled in silence for maybe a whole five minutes before Gordon broke it.

“So you can purr, huh?”

Before he could stop himself, Benrey flinched. His first instinct was to look at Gordon. A mistake he quickly remedied, setting his gaze back on the Game Boy even though he’d lost his train of thought with it. “What? No. Who told you that?”

“Last night, or I guess more like super early this morning, after the alarm woke us, you fell back asleep first and started purring.”

Damn it! He’d stamped down that urge and thought it defeated. Even after instead of having a funny reaction to Benrey being so close, Gordon had said he could stay which had been nice in an entirely different way, he hadn’t done it. Purring was cute and he may not know what he was beyond being not human but he did know he also wasn’t cute. Apparently whilst asleep his body had betrayed him.

“It was pretty cute,” Gordon continued at Benrey’s failure to respond, proving Benrey’s point.

“I’m not cute.” People in real life or in video games and movies labeled as ‘cute’ were almost never taken seriously. They were the side kick, rarely respected, often cooed at like a baby or dumb animal. Cute things were looked down upon, treated as less than.

“Nah, it was pretty damn cute, dude, adorable even.

“Shut up.”

Gordon chuckled. It wasn’t as nice as his laugh normally was because he was laughing at Benrey’s expense this time. “Does Tommy know?”

“No.” The only other people who knew were the scientists in charge of him. The way they’d treated it as a cute fun thing to show off to everyone like some kind of spectacle had convinced Benrey to never purr again. It had lead to the one and only he’d broken into their lab to destroy recordings of himself once they’d finally given up on trying to force him to do it again in person for everyone who wanted to see and instead had just showed the tapes. Since then, rare were the times he’d even felt tempted to purr, making it rather easy to not do while in front of anyone. Until last night apparently anyway. “Don’t tell him.”

Of course Gordon would tell though. Gordon barely tolerated him so why would he not share Benrey’s secret? It was cute and thus must be shared and shown off. And now not only Gordon but Tommy and the rest of the Science Team would know too and he would never live it down. Heck, maybe he’d already told them and they’d had a good laugh at his expense over breakfast.

“Okay, okay, I won’t tell.”

Pausing his game – he’d been doing nothing but running around in circles anyway – Benrey looked up at Gordon again. His eyes were on the road and his gun hand was pushed through one of the lower parts of the steering wheel, helping steer. His expression wasn’t much of anything other than generally relaxed, making it hard to tell if he was genuine. “Really?”

“Yeah, sure, unlike some people, I try to not be an asshole, so if it really bothers you, I won’t tell Tommy or anyone else.”

“Okay. Better keep that promise though or else.”

“Or else what?”

“Uh… I don’t know yet. Just don’t tell.”

“I won’t.” He was silent for a long moment after that, long enough that Benrey was about to return his attention to his Game Boy before he continued. “Can I ask, um… why you purr though? Like, uh, cats purr most of the time because of positive feelings. But you’re not a cat, obviously, so do you purr because you’re happy or is it something else? Like maybe it’s just something you do when you’re asleep. Or is it because you were having some kind of dream that… made you purr for whatever reason.”

“I don’t know. I just do it sometimes when I’m warm and cozy or whatever. It’s lame so I try avoid stuff that might make me feel like doing it.” Except last night but he wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

Gordon broke eye contact with the road to look at Benrey, his expression soft now. What exact emotion was behind it was hard to tell though. “Well… I don’t think it’s lame. It’s pretty soothing actually, like it sounds nice. Um, it helped me fall back asleep. So I don’t think you should be ashamed of it so much you avoid it or whatever.”

Benrey scoffed as he turned his attention back onto the Game Boy. What did Gordon even know about it? Nothing, that’s what. He wasn’t the one with the ability to purr and thus didn’t have to live with some people thinking him a cute, adorable thing to show off to everyone when finding out. So Benrey was done talking about it. He had a game to focus on.

***

Driving was quickly proving to not be as much of a distraction as Gordon had hoped it would be. In hindsight not surprising given he was driving through an empty dessert with nothing to look at but dirt. The only other cars were the two Bubby and Dr. Coomer had been lent – no sign of Bubby’s original car which would’ve made three, freeing up room for Tommy to drive as well instead of going with Dr. Coomer, but whatever – and they were both far enough ahead that he’d have to go out of his way to hit them.

So naturally, after only a few minutes, he resumed talking to Benrey. Finding out more about him would be worthwhile, for curiosity's sake but also they had some sort of tenuous friendship going so it’d be good to know more about him on that front too. Also, apparently somewhere along his hellish journey through Black Mesa Gordon had become the kind of person who always needed to be talking or listening to someone else talk. Making him annoying but Benrey was annoying too so he deserved it.

Over the next long while he subtly tried to get as much info out of Benrey about his past as he could. What kind of life had he lead in the lab? How had they treated him? What kind of experiments had they subjected him to and their results?

Trying not to ask any outright invasive questions made it easy for Benrey to slip around them with a lot of non-answers. He was distracted by his game of course but also some of it had to be purposeful avoidance. Gordon pressed for more here and there but never too hard lest it be sensitive. Resulting in him not learning as much as he’d have liked. He did confirm and reconfirm a few things though, such as, Benrey had indeed spent his whole entire life in the lab in the lab, he wasn’t sure if he’d been born, hatched, or made there in a tube or something else, and that when he’d talked about the scientists harvesting his ‘juice’ to turn into medical goo he had indeed meant his blood – they drew it out of him with needles.

“Did you have anyone who uh… you considered to be like a parent?”

“Nope.”

Gordon waited for a bit but of course no further answer came. Benrey was too focused on his game and/or just straight up didn’t want to elaborate. And Gordon couldn’t exactly ask him if he’d been mistreated, especially since that was probably a given, right?

“What about friends? Any of the scientists your friends?”

“You guys.”

“I mean like the scientists uh… assigned to you or whatever. Any of them your friend?”

“Nope.”

And so on and so forth, Gordon never quite daring to ask what he actually wanted to know. Giving up on that line of questioning and bringing up video games finally got a bit more though.

“First console I got was the original Game Boy, the one with like the green screen and no real colour. I stole it from one of my handlers pockets. Only had one game for it but it was fun. I kept in my gamer pad and made it a power thingy but then it got bombed so… it’s busted now.”

“Oh, uh, sorry about that.”

“It really blows. A real bummer.”

Gordon would’ve liked to offer some comfort but how did one comfort someone who hadn’t had much to begin with and then lost it all? Instead… “What do you mean you ‘made it a power thingy’ though?”

“I put some energy in it so it would draw more power for me. Only a little though ‘cause I was doing it mostly to make it easy to find my gamer pad without having to like… walk through the halls and stuff, I could always just go straight to it. Also it was special but… whatever, doesn’t matter now.” The last sentence was a mumble, just barely audible over the radio and sounds coming from his game.

“So… like what you did with the passports on Xen?”

“Yeah but not as much. Oh, uh…” he looked at Gordon, not something he’d done often during this conversation, “I figured out earlier that uh, I’m made from Xen energy… I think. On Xen I was like… the most powerful I’d ever been and before that, after the resonance cascade, I was pretty powerful and always more powerful in Black Mesa. Especially around where they were getting all the Xen stuff to study. But now, with all the portals shut, I’m like the same power level anywhere I go, basically. So I must be made form Xen energy or from something they found on Xen.”

“Or maybe your from Xen?” Making him an alien and thus finally a possible answer to what he was.

“Hmm… don’t know, maybe.”

“Though, uh… maybe not. We saw all sorts of Xen stuff and none of it seemed to exhibit anything like what you can do. Which doesn’t mean much because we didn’t see much of Xen.” Meaning all they’d really done was narrow it down to alien or lab grown monster made when experimenting with stuff taken from Xen.

“I now know something about where I came from though so… you should be happy with that, right? You can stop being weird about me not knowing that kinda stuff.”

Gordon hadn’t thought he’d been being weird about it, just appropriately flabbergasted and a bit saddened that Benrey knew so little about his origins. “Uh… yeah. Knowing you have a connection to Xen is certainly far better than knowing nothing.”

“Good.” Benrey returned his full attention back onto his game.

Gordon turned his gaze back onto the road. Not that there was much to look at, just more desert road stretching in front of him, the sky overhead clear and blue. Tuefort was still awhile away. “It’s not everything though. It’s still sad you don’t know. But uh… I guess since we’re on the topic of what you are, what all can you do?” He’d been wondering that for awhile, since realizing Benrey had powers. Bubby and Dr. Coomer too but it was only Benrey in the car with him right now.

“Lots of stuff.” More of that non-committal dodging the question. Surely this couldn’t be a sensitive topic though, right? He was just being difficult for the sake of it. Gordon wasn’t going to let him get away with it if he could help it.

“Some of it’s basically magic, right?” Once upon a time magic would’ve seemed the opposite of science but Gordon had been working at Black Mesa long enough to see plenty of things that could only be described as magic even before his adventure with Benrey.

“I guess.”

“Right, so, you can imbue objects with power to draw more energy for you, shape shift, heal, including growing back lost limbs and… phase through solid matter. I know I’m missing stuff so… what?”

“Yep, you’re missing stuff.”

“Like what? Tell me.”

“Why you wanna know so bad?”

“I’m curious. From a scientific standpoint you’re fascinating. So I wanna know what you can do. Like starting with your shape shifting, what are the limits of it? How big and small can you get? You said you’re less powerful now than you were on Xen so can you not get as big as you could there? Can you take other forms? Like could you turn into a… grizzly bear or some other drastically different animal if you wanted to? Can you shape shift yourself gills to breath underwater?”

Benrey groaned as he turned his head to look at Gordon again. “So many questions. You’re starting to get kinda annoying.” Seemingly it had taken a while but Gordon had finally gotten under his skin. A win for sure.

“Yeah well, after all the times you annoyed me I don’t feel too bad about that. So like… tell me more or heck, show me if you want. Probably not right now but when we’re back at the hotel show me… I don’t know, all your magic stuff. I wanna see it.” It’d be interesting and something to do.

“You wanna put me in an observation cube so you can poke and prod at me until you figure out everything I can do and how far I can push it? Gonna see how much I can endure before I die or whatever? It’s not like it matters ‘cause I come back. Want me to jump through flaming hoops and do a little dance like a circus animal too?” His tone started his usual monotone neutral but by the end, his annoyance was audible.

That should’ve been even more a win than just getting him to admit to being annoyed but… his exact words made it not exactly feel like one. His upset wasn’t with the endless annoying prodding questions but with being asked to perform ‘like a circus animal’. So Gordon had found a sore point for sure but it wasn’t much of a funny ha-ha one but instead one that made him feel kind of like a bully.

“No, no, of course not. I would never…” Gordon took his eyes off the road to look properly at him. “I wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to. I was just asking you to uh… show me.” So he had been asking Benrey to perform for him. “Um… yeah, not great, sorry.”

Even just a couple days ago he never would’ve believed he’d apologize to Benrey of all people, even less would have believed he meant it. But well… being a little nosy was understandable, even being a little annoying with it was somewhat justifiable with how much of an ass Benrey could be but there was still a limit. Asking him to let Gordon openly study him was probably hitting that limit if not passing it outright.

“Sorry,” he said again. “I’ll stop prying. I guess, um, I owe you some answers to personal questions too, if you wanna ask them.”

Benrey stared at him in silence, the shadow over his eyes seemingly darker than usual. Gordon had to break eye contact before the urge to ask about it grew too strong. He probably shouldn’t have taken his eyes off the road to begin with. The last thing they needed or wanted was for him to drive them into a ditch and get stuck, stranding them in the dessert.

“All right then,” Benrey finally said just when it was starting to seem like he was done talking period. “What’s your deepest darkest secret?”

The people he’d killed while they’d been making their way through Black Mesa. Benrey already knew about that though and it wasn’t something Gordon wanted to think about. He did have other secrets though that he’d never told anyone and well, Benrey would probably get a kick out of some of them. “In elementary school, when I was like… seven or eight, the teachers would hand out scented markers for the students to use for arts and crafts. We were supposed to put them all back in the box and return them to the front at the end of class. I, uh, put a couple in my backpack instead and took them home. The red, blue, and brown ones because they smelled the best.”

A beat of silence before… “Ha! I knew you were a thief.”

“Yep, I’m, a dirty thief. That was a twenty years ago though so the statute of limitations is up, meaning I can’t be punished for it.”

“Damn. You ever steal anything else?”

Gordon took a breath to say, ‘no’ but… that would be a lie. If he couldn’t in good conscious try to get Benrey to talk any more about himself, he might as well share some of his own past instead. It was only fair after how much he’d prodded at Benrey for his, right? And none of his past crimes were anything he could get in trouble for anymore so there was no harm in sharing. Maybe it would make Benrey more comfortable sharing more about himself in the future too, since it was an exchange of information instead of Gordon just asking him stuff.

~

By the time they were rolling back into Tuefort, Benrey knew about all of Gordon’s petty crimes. A short list, even counting the stuff that had just been minor family drama like the time he’d removed the head of one of his sister’s dolls in vengeance for some slight he no longer remembered. Gordon might regret telling him one day but it lifted the mood in the car quite a bit so for now it was worth it.

While Bubby and Dr. Coomer brought their wounded cargo to the hospital, Gordon stopped by the Tuefort’s tiny mall to get Benrey a cellphone and add him to his mobile plan. The rest of the Science Team had already exchanged numbers but apparently Benrey had never even had a phone and thus, having somehow wormed his way back into the group, he needed one.

“I want that one,” he said before Gordon could even finish asking the question, pointing to one of the fancy new touch screen phones.

“That whole touch screen thing is an overpriced gimmick, so, no.” There was no way that was going to catch on, right? The phones with the keyboards that slid out of the side were the way of the future.

“But I heard they got games on them and can take pics.”

“I already basically gave you my Game Boy though so you don’t need another handheld thing for games. But uh… you like to take pictures?” Now that Gordon thought about it, he had seen Benrey with a camera a few times. It had never come up in conversation so he hadn’t thought about it much until now.

Benrey shrugged. “It’s cool. Lost my camera on Xen though when… you know, and uh… spare’s broke.”

The smart thing to do would be to just get a him a standard phone – one of the ones without a camera to make it even cheaper – and that’s it. There were a number ways he could cause problems with a camera. But if it was important enough for him to bring it up, maybe it would also help keep him entertained and thus out of trouble. “How ‘bout, I get you a cheap phone for just texting and calling, then separately a decent cheap digital camera? That work?”

“Uh… yeah, that works.”

Gordon took a breath, intending to tell him not be weird with the camera but… bit back on it. Mostly not to give him any evil ideas but also because if this friendship they were forming was going to work, he had to at least try to trust Benrey a little bit sometimes. Also he still felt bad in general for Benrey and specifically for being too nosy in the car and making up for that with a show of good will couldn’t hurt.

From there it blessedly wasn’t long before they were meeting back up as a whole group for lunch. A pizza place that Gordon had never visited before but proved to be quite good. Even Benrey ate some which continued the trend of Gordon not being sure if he actually needed to eat or not. Probably he did, right? Just not as often as humans. Maybe he was like a reptile and only needed to eat like once a week or month, or whatever. After how nosy he’d been in the car, Gordon refrained from asking for now.

Once done, they loaded up on the supplies they promised to bring back and stopped by the hotel for a quick shower, to drop their stuff off, to make sure their rooms were still secured for now, and to drop Benrey off. The best way to continue to keep him secret from the rest of the Black Mesa folk would be to not bring him back there. Leaving him alone and unsupervised for so long seemed liked an awfully bad idea but what other choice was there?

“Here’s the deal,” Gordon said once he had Benrey seated on one of the chairs and paying attention to him. “You’re gonna sit here in this room and play video games for however long I end up staying down there.” Before leaving that morning he’d also been implored to stick around after ferrying supplies back down to help with the start of salvaging whatever they could out of the facility. He’d agreed to it in part to keep himself busy a bit longer but also to ease up on all the back and forth trips. “You can go out occasionally but don’t bother anyone or cause problems. Problems by my definition, not yours. Which means anything that’s gonna harm anyone or be especially disruptive. Just stick to yourself mostly and play your games, you got plenty. If you’re bad, I’m not getting a Play Station to share with you. Understood?”

Benrey rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, understood.”

“Good. And just to reiterate and make super clear, no violence of any sort.”

“I just said I understood and you took the gun away. Can’t do violence without a gun.” A lie and he had to know it. “Why so worried?”

“I’m just… a naturally anxious person.” And even if he was maybe starting to like Benrey as a friend, that didn’t mean he trusted him to behave. He liked cats too after all but no matter how well mannered a cat was, he’d never trust it to not make a mess if left alone with a potted plant for too long. There were countless metaphorical potted plants Benrey could decide to play with and/or eat while Gordon wasn’t around to keep a close eye on him. Benrey was of course more intelligent than most cats and was thus perfectly capable of restraining himself. Being able to didn’t mean he would though, hence the worry.

“What ‘bout you? You gonna be good without me keeping an eye on you for so long? Not gonna steal anymore scented markers?”

“I highly doubt I’ll get an opportunity to but even if I do, I promise I won’t. I haven’t stolen even a cookie from a cookie jar in more than ten years so it’s really not even much of a question.”

“’Kay, but you also gonna be okay? You talked an awful lot on the drive down here, almost like someone afraid of silence. So… you gonna be okay in the silence by yourself?” Seems he was far more perceptive than Gordon had thought.

“Uh… yeah. I’m gonna ask Tommy to ride with me and even drive if he wants to. So I think I’ll be okay. I’ll text you later to see how you’re doing or whatever, I guess.” Make sure he hadn’t burned the hotel down.

“’Kay, talk to ya later.”

~

Next Chapter

[littlequackerman]

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Reader- Sick Day (fluff)

So this was originally posted on my old account, greenteaandchildrenscreams, but i deleted that account and i wanted to rewrite this now that ive improved my dialogue a bit so here you go. enjoy <3

(warning: swearing)

You groaned as you got out of bed, your headache pounding with every step you took towards your kitchen. You got out your thermometer, stuck the metal tip under your tongue and waited for its results.

"101.4... damn, that sucks... where's the ibuprofen" you thought. You went into your bathroom and took the painkillers with some benadryl (or whatever meds you take when youre sick) and headed back into your room before covering yourself with as many blankets as you could find and falling asleep.

You were awoken hours later by your phone beeping off the hook. You shielded your eyes from its bright light as you checked your messages (the painkillers had helped your headache but fevers are bitches) and saw a bunch of missed calls and texts from your favorite mafia boss.

short king 💓

hey where are you you havent been in class for 2 days teach is worried

You

Sry i have a fever i feel like shit

i took some meds earlier and took a nap but i still feel crappy

short king 💓

ill be there soon

You

you dont have to i dont want you to get sick read 4:45 pm

You sighed at his lack of response but quickly fell back asleep.

You were woken up again a short time later by Fuyuhiko banging on your bedroom door. You pushed off the blankets that were still on you (you had kicked most of them off in your sleep) and opened the door. The short blonde was holding a large bowl and a tote bag.

"Fuyu how the hell did you get into my house?"

"Peko."

You let out a small laugh, of course she'd be able to get into your apartment. She did work for a yakuza leader, after all.

"I brought some soup and medicine." Fuyuhiko set the bowl, apparently containing soup, down on your nightstand. "I wasn't sure what you're sick with so I brought a bunch."

You smiled. Although he had a brash and intimidating facade you could definitely see his caring side sometimes. This was one of those times.

"Have ya eaten yet?"

"No."

"Dumbass, how the fuck are you gonna get better if you don't eat shit?"

He led you over to your bed. As you sat back down on it he handed you the bowl of soup and a spoon.

"Chicken Noodle. Peko made it."

The soup was delicious, as you had suspected when you heard Peko had made it. You quickly finished off the whole bowl and handed it back to Fuyu.

"Make sure to thank Peko for me. That was delicious." you said as you rearranged the pillows on your bed and laid back down.

"Will-do."

Fuyu got out some painkillers and allergy medicine from his bag. You took a dose of both before once again rolling over in preperation for a nap. You saw Fuyuhiko head towards the door and called out to him.

"Fuyu, wait."

He turned. "What, ya need anything else?"

"Yeah. Can you cuddle with me till I fall asleep?"

He turned bright red, but still walked back towards your bed, kicking off his shoes and getting under the covers with you. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his neck.

"Thank you for everything today. I appreciate it." you breathed into the curve of his neck.

"It's nothin, dumbass."

"I still appreciate it..." you trailed off, but not before murmuring "Love you."

Fuyuhiko was startled by your words but still let out a soft "Love you too." before falling asleep himself.

You two would have plenty of time to figure out your feelings when you woke up.

[secret-third-thing]

I’m offering 2 for the 500 word prompts 💕💕

Azris meeting in the autumn forest (sfw or nsfw👀👀)

Nezriel or neris in a cafe/bookshop (one place if that makes sense like bookshop with a cafe)

HELLO! I have one for you. I got a fair amount of Azris Requests so I'm going to do all those together for a fun Azris themed evening. I will be sure to tag you when your drabble is posted!

BUT here is Nezriel in a bookstore. This ship holds a special place in my heart. I took some creative liberties (where's the cafe STT?) with this one aka there's a wee bit of smut in it! 😈

It also lives on ao3. RATED E

“As many as I want?” 

“As many as you can fit intothe bag,” Azriel said. The low timber of his voice was almost enough to make Nesta want to return home. Almost. 

They both stood at the front of the largest bookstore in Velaris, the shadowsinger holding a tote out to her. It wasn’t a special occasion, yet Azriel had insisted they go out, or at least get out of bed and stop fucking for a moment to get fresh air. 

Nesta had initially resisted, twisting herself in the blankets of their bed. Azriel unwrapped her until she had lain there naked from where he had taken her the night before. She still smelled of him and the parting of her thighs tested his resolve. 

He leaned over to give her a chaste kiss, but she pulled him closer, kissing him deeper, with the promise of more if he’d only allow her. Azriel pulled her up, so that she kneeled before him on the bed. He meant to get her dressed, but she reached down to trace the muscles of his abdomen. 

“Don’t make me leave,” she had murmured against his skin. Azriel only sighed as she made her way down his chest until she reached into his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock.

He groaned as she slipped the swollen head into her mouth, teasing the underside with her tongue and working him until he was fully erect in her mouth. Azriel had grabbed the back of her head then, tangling his fingers in his hair and moving his hips just enough to encourage Nesta to take him deeper. But then he uttered “bookstore” and Nesta stopped abruptly, stood up, and went to get dressed, leaving the Azriel dazed and needy.

Now, at the bookstore, Azriel wasn’t sure if this had been a good idea. Nesta looked at him through her lashes. “That won’t be difficult,” she said with a smirk. She took the canvas tote from him, her fingers lingering on his, and wandered to the romance section of the store.

Azriel followed dutifully, admiring the way Nesta walked with purpose to a shelf and began scanning the titles. It was moments like this that Azriel cherished. The cuddling and the sex were great. But Nesta at peace, and lost in her own world? That was a sight to behold. She bit her lip and crouched to view the shelf below. Her finger ran across the spines of the books almost reverently until she found one she wanted and pulled it from the shelf. She gently placed it in the bag and began the process again until she had filled the tote, the cover of a salacious novel peeking out from the top. 

Nesta grabbed one more book and turned to face Azriel, a brow raised. 

“You think it’ll fit?” Nesta asked. Azriel didn’t miss the way her gaze faltered, dipping low before meeting his eyes again. 

“I can make it fit.” He took the book from her and deftly tucked it between Taken by Two Generals and something with a shirtless man riding a pegasus on the cover.

 “You always do,” Nesta said, just loud enough for only him to hear.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hi! I'm in love with all your drabbles, they're fantastic! If you ever feel like doing so, could we maybe get some soft dom!Dick dealing with the reader having a really bad mental health day or dealing with some body insecurities? Absolutely no pressure! Hope you're having a great day❤️

"Whatcha doin' today, baby?" Dick asked, watching you pull notebooks from a drawer nd toss them in a heap on the desk as he poured coffee.

"It's bonfire day," you answer, seizing a book and systematically ripping the pages out.

"Want some company?" he asked, bringing you a mug. Not sure if he should be happy that it's bonfire day or not. It felt like you JUST did one but- maybe you just had things in those books you didn't want to keep around. Maybe you just wanted to let it go. Make some space for things you actually wanted to take up space in your head.

You shrug and drop loose pages into the tote with the cardboard cover, "You don't have to. I just want-" You huff a sigh and shake your head, dismissing what you'd been about to say.

"Want what, sweet girl?" he asked, stroking your back.

"I just want to feel okay and I don't and I just hate feeling like my brain is fucking eating it's self and-"

"What's not okay?" he pressed gently, pointedly NOT looking at the pages you've not stopped shredding. He doesn't want to know what you fill the pages with. He doesn't want to know what negative, horrible things your anxiety likes to tell you- it feels invasive, looking.

"I just don't feel right," you sigh. "I can't explain it I just- nothing feels real. I don't matter. Nothing matters and nothing is enough and I just hate it."

"How about," Dick said, nodding, bending to kiss your head, "You have your little fire. I'll be around if you need me, and when you get done we'll just go... do something. Get out of here for a while."

"But what-"

"Whatever you want, sweetie," he hummed. "Something good, kay?"

"Can we go feed the giraffes at the zoo?" you venture, leaning against his side, wanting him to squeeze you tighter.

Dick obliges and sets his coffee down to wrap both arms around you, giving you the cuddling you need. "That sounds like a great idea," he agreed. "I'll set that all up, kay? It's a little chilly out today but maybe we can get back to their inside enclosure thing with the keepers?"

"If it's gonna be expensive-"

"Trust fund," he chuckled, squeezing you. "It'll be fine. What good is all that money if I don't use it to feed giraffes sometimes?"