#when i have time also work through my stuff-to-dos

[luvergirl-535]

hiiii i was wondering if you could write a quick blurb of really loved up pazzi, i know you’ve written some stuff kinda similar but i was thinking

it could be just a snapshot of a few hours of them cuddling, making out, falling asleep, back rubs and kind of just a peaceful nighttime kinda thing.

stay a little

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 1.5k

c/w - tooth-rotting fluff i fear

a/n - do i have work at 7am? yes. did i also stay up until midnight to post this? also yes. i have no regrets 😔

they don’t mean to waste the whole night in bed. really, they don’t.

the plan was dinner, then a movie, maybe a walk. but paige gets home from the gym sore and slouchy, slightly cranky probably because of the fact azzi declined to work out with her. she heads straight for azzi’s room, finding her already curled up in bed wearing only one of paige’s sweaters, scrolling aimlessly.

paige leans against the doorframe, unnoticed. “i thought we had a date night.”

azzi doesn’t startle, doesn’t even look up from her phone. “with the way you stormed out earlier i figured date night was canceled.” she looks up then, raises an eyebrow. “was i wrong?”

“i wasn’t really mad,” paige says. “just cranky.”

“i know.” azzi shrugs a shoulder. “but, like.”

“what if i said i still wanted to go out?”

“i’d say i already took my pants off for the day.”

paige can’t help but smile a little, and she gives azzi approximately zero time to brace herself before she’s launching herself into bed, landing on top of her girlfriend ungracefully.

“ow!” azzi huffs as the air’s knocked out of her. “i can’t breathe, paige.”

“you sayin’ i’m big?” paige asks, muffled in azzi’s sweater.

“i’m saying you’ve been lifting,” azzi chokes out, pushing against paige’s shoulders, but her girlfriend doesn’t move, “and you’re heavy.”

paige takes that in, then lifts her head with a smug smile. “thank you.”

azzi relaxes slightly, rolling her eyes, but before paige can lay back down she scrunches her nose. “you smell like sweat.”

“you love it.”

“in certain scenarios,” azzi corrects. “but you gotta wash it off before we go to bed, for real.”

paige puts at her. “but i’m tired.”

ten minutes later they’re both in the bathroom.

paige groans dramatically the whole time she’s taking off her sports bra. azzi just leans against the counter, arms crossed and smirking, until paige finishes wrestling it off and holds it up like a trophy.

“you’ve had that thing since, like, 11th grade.”

“you don’t know what bras i was wearing in the 11th grade.”

“paige, we were totally hooking up by then.”

paige looks at her, then the bra, then indignantly back at her. “we were not. you were, like, a sophomore.”

azzi is only slightly offended by the fact paige doesn’t remember their relationship timeline. “did you have too many other hoes back then to remember me?”

paige scrambles to defend herself with that one.

❀❀❀

the water’s hot and paige feels like she’s melting. it’s probably, like, 100 degrees. at least. she groans. “bro, why do you take lava showers.”

azzi stands behind her under the spray, massaging shampoo into her hair absentmindedly. “i had to sit through your lukewarm shower last time.“

“it was not lukewarm,” paige says. “it was nice. this is painful.”

“you have to get used to it.”

“we’ve been showering together since the 11th grade, dawg. i don’t think i’ma get used to it.”

azzi smiles and slaps her shoulder. “so you admit it!”

paige’s eyebrows furrow, and she’s glad she isn’t facing azzi when she involuntarily pouts. “fuck you.”

❀❀❀

“why you tryna dry out my hair?” azzi asks, eyeing the bottle of shampoo warily.

paige carefully sets it back down. “chill. i thought today was wash day.”

“yesterday was wash day, paige,” azzi says with a sigh, because really, how hard is it to remember her hair wash schedule? “every other thursday. remember?”

“yeah, but yesterday when we went to bed i asked if you did it and you said you’d ’do it tomorrow’.”

azzi stares at her. chews the inside of her cheek. she’d been ready to wash her hair, but paige had come home a little earlier than expected and then they’d turned on the tv and then they not-so-subtly flirted until the tv was long forgotten, exchanged for hungry mouths and eager hands, and by the time they’d finished—

“fine,” azzi says, turning around with a dramatic little huff.

“what,” paige asks, grinning. “you sayin’ i’m right?”

“i never said that,” azzi mumbles before looking at her over her shoulder. “you have to help me with the whole thing now.”

paige looks far too smug to care. “uh-huh. turn your head, mama.”

❀❀❀

azzi sits on the edge of the bed in a t-shirt and boxers, head tilted slightly back as she air-dries, eyes half-lidded and calm. after some slight begging, she convinced ice to french braid her hair, and her edges are already frizzing. paige walks into the bedroom holding azzi’s pink scarf and bonnet like she’s on a mission.

“found ‘em,” she says proudly.

“wow,” azzi says. “where were they?”

the truth is, she’d known exactly where they were. of course she did. she didn’t just go around losing her scarf and bonnet. but paige had loudly played fortnite the entire time ice was doing her hair and then continued to be very hyper when they got back to azzi’s room, and she’d just needed some peace and quiet.

“in the cabinet under the sink, by ice and kk’s hair stuff,” paige says, wandering over to the bed and shuffling onto it.

“i should’ve thought of that,” azzi murmurs, scooting up to give paige room.

paige stretches her legs out, caging azzi between them as she shifts so her front is flush against azzi’s back. “yep.”

paige gathers azzi’s braids, then smooths the front of azzi’s hair gently. she starts tying the scarf around her edges, fingers practiced, and if azzi looked at her she knows she’d find her tongue sticking out in concentration. azzi hums when paige’s thumbs brush along her temples, her whole body relaxing under the touch.

“not too tight?” paige asks.

“mm-mm,” she hums. “it’s perfect.”

paige cranes around to kiss her cheek, then secures the bonnet over everything to hopefully keep it in place through azzi’s tossing and turning.

“there,” she says, “you’re all bedtime certified now.”

azzi giggles. “do you wanna be bedtime certified?” she asks, lifting a leg onto the bed so she can twist around and half-face her girlfriend.

“baby, i been certified. i got my degree in tucking you in.”

azzi laughs, and paige leans over to peck her on the lips before facing her away again. azzi wants to complain at the loss of kissing access, but then paige is wrapping her arms around her stomach, burying her face into her neck, holding her close. they smell like coconut oil and lavender and they could stay like this forever, azzi thinks.

❀❀❀

by the time they finally lay down, it’s late, and neither of them are mad that they missed date night.

“i love you,” paige mutters. she’s sprawled across azzi’s chest now, half-asleep and deadweight, but azzi doesn’t mind. if anything, she pulls her in closer.

“uh-huh,” azzi says, real quiet. “you’re just saying that because your laying on my tits.”

“i love you more than i love your tits,” paige says, and she says it so earnestly that azzi almost laughs. instead, she just combs a hand through her hair, using her other to scroll through netflix.

“i know you do, honey,” she says, smiling to herself. “i love you, too.”

❀❀❀

they kiss slow, lazy—like they’ve got all the time in the world and not a single reason to rush. azzi shifts onto her side and tugs paige in by the jaw, fingers warm and deliberate. paige goes easy, melting right into her, one arm looped around azzi’s waist like she’s afraid she’ll float away.

their mouths meet soft at first, then again, then again, until it’s a series of gentle, unhurried kisses. azzi nips at paige’s bottom lip, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her smile. paige hums and tilts her chin up asking for more. it’s not desperate, not leading anywhere—it’s the way they’ve always liked to kiss, when they have time for it.

paige’s hand moves under azzi’s shirt, holding the warm skin at her hip like it belongs to her. and maybe it does. azzi pulls back a little to catch her breath and runs her thumb across paige’s cheekbone, eyes soft, lips swollen.

“what?” paige asks, whispering it.

“nothing,” azzi says. “you’re just pretty.”

“shut up,” paige groans, immediately burying her face in azzi’s neck to hide her blush. “you’re annoying.”

but azzi just laughs—quiet and smug and so in love—and cups the back of her head like she never wants to let go.

“one of these days you’ll learn to take my compliments,” she murmurs.

“doubtful.”

❀❀❀

when they finally settle—blankets pulled up, limbs all over the place—paige runs a hand down azzi’s side, then loops her arm around her waist like she’s claiming something.

“don’t leave in the morning, ‘kay?” she mumbles.

“okay, baby,” azzi says, already half-asleep. “i won’t.”

and paige believes her. with the way azzi tucks her into her chest, breathes with her, holds her like she’s something worth keeping—how could she not?

[cherrynpink]

between neighbours

pairing: perv!joshua x f!reader

genre: neighbours to lovers, smut (with a bit of plot) MDNI!

warnings: joshua is a perverttt lol, panty sniffing, perv yet still gentleman joshua (it is a fine line to walk), making out, mentions on masturbating, joshua in tank top (yes it is a warning), switch!joshua, switch!oc, dom!joshua? later, fingering, spanking, joshua is a bit mean but its ok bcs so is oc, oral (m! receiving), uplnprotected sex (DON'T do this!), he's hitting it from the back, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

w.c.: 4.6k

note: joshua in black tank top save me... save me joshua in black tank top. i wrote this bcs i love joshua in tank top if u can't tell n i saw a huge lack of perv joshua rep in the community.

also posting after so long did u miss me hehe (i will cry if u say no) anywaysss my requests are open if u have something u wanna read or just talk. i am very very open to making friends here so u can message me if u want. feedback is highly appreciated hope u like this one hehehe :3

Joshua was a nice guy.

Probably the nicest guy you’ve ever come across. He had been the sweetest to you ever since you had moved into the apartment next to him. It was your first time living alone as an adult, and he had been nothing but helpful since the day you met him. Setting up all your furniture because “What are neighbours for?”, helping you sort out all your stuff from your boxes and arrange everything, convincing your landlord to install a new AC unit, making you homemade meals until your kitchen was set up; you name it and Joshua had probably done it for you. You were nervous to move to a new city where you knew no one, but he made the transition so much easier for you. You found out he was a graphic designer and often worked from home, so he was literally there at your beck and call at even the most insignificant sign of trouble. Not to forget, he wasn’t too hard on the eyes, in fact so pretty it ached your heart- the way his eyes would widen as he laughed or whenever he was confused, the way his arms would bulge out of the black tank top he wore when he was helping you set up your bed, sweat dripping down his face which made you want to take him on the very bed he was arranging right then and there. Yeah, Joshua was such a nice guy.

Or atleast that’s what you thought and what his actions said. Because yeah he’s nice, but he’s not this nice to anyone. He would never admit it, but he’s followed you around like a puppy and helped you out so much because he just wants you so fucking bad. He would stare as your ass whenever you bent down to pick up the boxes, completely unaware of Joshua ogling your ass hanging out of your shorts. It got worse for him when the AC stopped working and all you would wear were stupid low cut tank tops. His eyes would travel to your cleavage, neck wet with sweat. You had to know your tits were out, right? Still, he was somehow coping, dropping his sweatpants down and fisting his cock as soon as he got home, your Instagram post open on his phone in his other hand as he came all over his hand staring at your pictures.

He wanted to be a gentleman, he truly did; but then came that fateful Saturday. Your living room and bedroom were almost set up, and you had asked him to get the blankets and bedsheets from one of your boxes. Now, Joshua would say what happened next was through no fault of his own. Packing is stressful, and one might often put things in the wrong box or label them wrong. Sometimes things might just fall into a box and you might’ve not noticed. So it was really not his fault when he lifted one of the pink sheets and found a red material peak through the bottom. Not thinking much of it, he unfolded the sheets, only to find your delicate red lace panties fall on his feet.

A normal person who was unaffected by you would just pick them up and put them right back in the box or in your drawers, as if they hadn’t even noticed them. But, he can’t for his life explain or justify what he did next, as he picked up the lace in his hand and brought it up to his nose without a thought, sniffing the soft material as he immersed his nose in the faint vanilla scent. Make no doubt, Joshua was not usually a panty sniffing creep; in fact till this very moment the thought hadn’t even occurred to him but even though your panties were washed and clean, he could practically feel the fragrance of your cunt and the taste of your essence. Your voice calling him from the kitchen brough him back to reality and as if his rational part of the brain had stopped working, he quickly shoved them in his pockets. As soon as you both were done for the day, he rushed to his room- a very familiar scene on his bed with his boxers still on him, just barely pulled down to take his cock out as he stroked it up and down eagerly as he moaned out your name with the newest addition of his face buried in your stolen panties.

Joshua feels so so guilty. He feels so bad for stealing your panties and then wrapping the warm material around his dick and covering them in his cum, ruining them. What he feels worse about is even though he feels guilty he cannot stop because there’s something so sick in him that loves it. He loves marking them. Loves to think of marking you the same way, marking him as yours. And what he feels even worse about is that ever since that day, whenever he goes over to your apartment to help you, he ends up stealing another pair, and another, and another to the point you’ve gotten concerned over your lack of panties. He's heard you complain to your friend over the phone that maybe you forgot to pack them since so many of them were missing but poor you, unaware of the fact they’re right across your wall in your sweet neighbour’s bedside drawer.

“Joshua, I think there’s a problem with my stove.” You call out to him.

“Wait, let me check.” He says, walking towards you. “Step back a bit.”

He checks the gas valves and calls the gas company to get it checked, which results in you finding out that the pipes need to be changed.

“Y/n, this won’t be changed until tomorrow morning.” He says as calmly, booking an appointment on his phone for a handyman.

“Why can’t anything go right!” you groan out as you fall on the coach, your head in your hands. “Maybe I wasn’t ready to live alone yet.” You mumble. “Fuck! Should’ve gotten a roommate, my mom was right.”

“Hey, this happens to everyone.” He says as he sits down beside you. “When I first started living alone I literally set my house on fire the second day, not even kidding, you’re doing much better than I am.” You laugh as his words comfort you.

“I’ll make dinner at mine today, okay?”

“No way Josh, I’ll just order something. I’ve already troubled you so much I can’t-”

“C’mon it’s no fun eating alone.” He says with a pout. “I bet once you’re fully set you won’t even want to hang out with me, let me enjoy the last few days I have left cooking for you.” He teases you as you laugh.

"No way i'm leaving you alone shua, you're gonna be cooking for me all the time." You giggle.

Now Joshua had called you over for dinner so sweetly and nonchalantly, but between all this crisis management he had totally forgotten about the fact that your panties, that he stole, were littered all over his room because he wasn’t planning to bring you over tonight. But unaware Joshua just let you stroll into his apartment as you settled in there, talking to him as you “helped” him cook for the both of you. You weren’t really helping. Just letting him do all the work and whenever he did ask you to do something, you messed it up some way or the other so you just opted for sitting on the counter rocking your legs back and forth as you explained in detail the seven part Hailey Bieber stalker series from Youtube.

“Right? Okay so Selena has this ‘g’ tattoo behind her ear after her sister Gracie, and guess what! Hailey got the same-”

“You said that you would help me y/n.”

“I am helping! I’m entertaining you shua, if it wasn’t for me you’d just get bored.” You say as you shrug your arms. “Plus you don’t know about this triangle! It’s was all over my feed a few months ago, why are you such a boomer.” You whined, frustrated at the lack of his knowledge of pop culture.

“Okay, I’m sorry” he says as he adds seasonings to the pot. “Tell me what happens next, she copied her tattoo?”

“She DID copy her tattoo, but you’re so ungrateful I’m not telling you anymore.” You say, getting off the counter. Before he can protest, you say, “I’m going to the bathroom.” Heading towards his room.

As you enter the bathroom in his room, it is only natural for you to be curious as to what he has in there. You check all his cabinets and drawers. A cleanser? Tick. A shampoo that is not a 4 in 1 atrocity? A win for you. An actual moisturizer? You are very pleased. Once you get out, you examine his room. Books on his bed side table, laptop neatly shut on his work desk, a few clothes scattered on his bed but nothing too out of the ordinary. But as your eyes scan the bed, what do you see but something very familiar and very missing from your boxes under one of his shirts, before your hand is reaching down to grab it.

Now, it finally hits him. Joshua FINALLY remembers that he had left you alone his room, and if his memory serves him right, he had left a pair of your baby blue panties on his bed. Shit. Did you see it yet? Are you horrified at him? Do you hate him? Now it was time for him to panic as he turns the stove off and hurries towards his room hoping you weren’t out yet, only to find his worst fears come true as he opens the door, panties dangling from your hand as you stand in front of his bed, eyes wide and lips slightly apart, staring at him.

“Are these mine shua?” you ask innocently, even though you know the answer all too well.

“Y/n wait let me explain I-”

“How many more do you have?” not a single note of anger in your voice, but rather curiosity.

“I-” Joshua doesn’t have any words to explain his situation. How does he tell you he’s been stealing you panties and sniffing and cumming in them? He tries to find the words to not make you mad and think of him as a creep before he sees you walking towards him, standing so close to him that he can feel your breathe on his face as you reach up, your panties still bundled in your palm, and the next second you lips are on his, taking him by surprise as his eyes widen. He first stands there frozen, but is quick to keep up with you as he deepens the kiss, pushing you back with his hands on your waist. He can hear his heart beating in his ears and it’s insane how worked up you’ve gotten him over just a kiss. He feels your nails trance over his neck, making his shudder. You pull away, deliberately letting out a sensual sigh.

“Could’ve just asked me for them, why’d you steal, hmm?” you say as you lean in once again, this time slipping your tongue into his warm mouth, his hips pressing into you from under, making you gasp as you feel his hardened length against your lower abdomen.

“Not very gentleman like of you shua.” You say teasingly.

Eager to assert control over him, you push him towards the bed, your feet stumbling and stepping over his as the back of his knees meet the edge and he sits down, legs spread wide before you’re sitting in his lap, legs on either side of him. When you pull away from his lips the sight in front of you is one to see, Joshua under you in his stupid white tank top this time (another one of your favorites) that clings to him so tight you can see his chest bulging out, sweat droplets on his forehead, cheeks flushed and a fucked out look in his eyes. You get off of him as you kneel down beneath him, but not before handing him the very panties he had stolen from you. You pull his sweatpants down, watching his half hard length trapped in his boxers.

“Y/n, please.” He whimpers above you. It’s funny really, how you’re under him yet the one to hold all the control. Your lips ghost over his boxers, and he can practically feel himself burst when he opens his eyes only to see your big doe eyes in front of his trapped length, before you’re reaching down to wrap your lips around his clothed member, mouthing at it as a wet patch forms on his boxers.

“What do you do with them?” you ask with a small smile on your face as you tilt your neck slightly, eyes so innocent that if he himself wasn't there he would never believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“It’s embarrassing.” He whispers only loud enough for you to barely hear him.

“I won’t let you fuck me if you don’t tell me.” You say as you finally lower his boxers, his hips lifting to help you. “Do you sniff them?” your fingers rub his tip teasingly, spreading around the pre-cum.

“I- fuck, yes! I do.” He finally confesses.

“Mhm, what else?” you say, one hand still running along his hard length while the other reaches to play with his balls, making him moan out loud in surprise.

“Shit I- I wrap them around me and jerk off!” he says which apparently pleases you because you wrap your plush lips around his tip, sucking softly as your hand wraps around his base in a light grip and he sighs in relief; but that only lasts so long before you’re pulling away once again.

“Did you cum in them?” you ask, stopping all your ministrations and placing your hands in your lap.

“Y/n, please-”

“I won’t do anything if you don’t answer me.”

“I did, fuck please! Need your mouth.” He says and you decide not to torture him anymore, wrapping your lips completely around him as you take more than half of him in one go, and it was NOT as easy and effortless as you made it look because Joshua is bigger than you expected. You run your tongue all around, feeling the ridges and veins popping out and you might just cry out of happiness because you actually think his cock is the prettiest you’ve ever seen.

You just rest it against your tongue for a while, letting him feel the warmth before you’re pulling it out, only to deep throat him at once and oh, the sound he lets out is music to your ears. You continue to bob up and down on his dick, as it hits the back of your throat repeatedly whilst your hand pumps the part that you can’t fit, his head thrown back in pleasure and yours in a fucked-out state as his hand grab your hair a makeshift ponytail, manoeuvring your mouth on him as he pleases. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closed as the sounds of your gagging and his moaning fill the room. After a point, you give in to him, letting him use you as he pleases, like a doll- only for his pleasure, and you don’t mind it one bit.

“Fuck Y/n, you’re so much better when you shut up for once, doing so good for me.” He grunts out.

His other hand roams around the bed, finding the blue lace before he brings it up to his nose, taking in your scent. All you see when you blink up to him is his buff chest rising up and down, teeth biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood but that still isn’t enough to make control his moans. He’s shaking now, so so close to his high as his mind goes blank and he gives a particularly sharp tug at your hair, making you flood your panties beneath your denim shorts, your slick travelling down and escaping the fabric as you rub your thighs.

“Thought about this so many times, fuck!” he groans as he feels your throat close up around him. his heavy cock stretches your lips out completely as you struggle to keep him in, your jaw aching accommodating his cock. Tears begin to form in your eyes as his hips increase his face, his moans signalling how close he is to his release. His breathe turns erratic and his grip in your hair tightens, as his voice breaks and his warm cum fills your mouth with no warning. He rocks your head back and forth amidst it slowly as he’s still cumming in your mouth, his seed travelling down your throat as you gag on it further, tears streaming down your face and eyes rolling back. When he’s finally spent, he pulls you off of him, a string a saliva still connects you to the head as dribbles down to your chest and you see him smirk, your panties still bunched in his palm and your tears dried on your cheeks.

“Open.” He demands with a light tap on your cheek as you open your mouth, tongue out to show him his cum smeared on his lips and tongue, and you can feel the dynamic shift already.

“Good girl, swallow.”

He pulls you up to give you a messy kiss, as if he didn’t just cum in your mouth and it kind of warms you from the inside and makes your chest flutter because even amidst this, he does act like a gentleman (as if he didn’t just literally fuck you throat seconds ago). You’re flipped onto your stomach in a second as you see him rid himself of his bottoms. One second you’re begging for him to come back to you, next he���s on top of you, pressed against you so close, hands travelling along the curve of your spine before coming down to rest against your hip, pulling you up as he forces you on your hands and knees. You hear him kneel behind, murmuring out “fuck” quietly to himself as his hands reach forward to unbutton your shorts, pulling them down just below the curve of your ass as they fall to your knees and he’s face to face with your soaked covered center.

His long fingers reach between your thighs, pushing them apart just slightly as to look at the mess you’ve made when he’s barely touched as they make contact with your slick covered soft skin. And before you know it,

smack!

his hand is pulled away from you as it comes down to hit your plush ass, your entire body stumbling forward with the impact as a loud cry erupts from your throat in surprise. He’s pulling the lace material above your cheeks, his hand rubbing it gently, soothing your skin.

“You good baby?” he asks from behind- one hand stabilizing your body with its tight grip on your hips while the other continues to caress your ass. There’s a change in his tone, voice turning raspier and deeper, much different than the Joshua you knew but not that you were complaining. And it’s embarrassing for you to explain how much wetter you felt yourself get at his actions as he brings up the hand resting on your hips up your back, grabbing your hair from behind and pulling you towards him.

“You want more, or should I stop?” he whispers, mouth resting just above your ear as he towers over you. When you turn your head to face him, you see his lust driven eyes as he looks down on you- hand still in your hair before he’s reaching down to press a kiss to your lips once again. This one much different than the way he’s kissed you before- full of impatience and hunger. You manage to moan out a “more” into the kiss as he’s pulling away and forcing your face into the pillow once again.

He's returned to slapping your behind, stopping occasionally to rub against your skin to ease the sting. Your loud cries and the sound of his hand hitting you fills the room, but what is harder for you than to bear the pain is controlling how turned on you are right now, as you feel your wetness dripping down your thighs and you’re pretty sure he sees it too, one of his hands coming down to run the tip of his finger along your slit.

“Joshua, mhm, please!” you whine out, but it seems he’s not stopped with the teasing as his fingers gently graze against your clit for second before pulling away again, continuing to play with your folds.

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over.” He murmurs to himself. “You like being spanked? That’s what got you so wet? Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen baby.” He laughs cruelly, looking at you only to see you hiding your face in the pillow out of the embarrassment.

“What? Not so bold anymore Y/n?” he teases you. “Don’t be shy baby, it’s only me.” he says, spreading out your folds with his fingers as you clench around nothing, feeling another glob of your slick leaking out, the cool air near your warmth making you shiver. A familiar warm and giddy feeling runs through your chest and makes its way down your stomach, making you flutter and moan out in surprise as you feel him spit right on your heat. Without a warning, he’s pushing 2 of his fingers in at one go- your back arching and hips pushing behind, begging for more out of his fingers. His thumb is navigating its way through your folds, making contact with your enlarged nub as you moan out his name, fingers scissoring inside you in a steady pace.

“Joshua, more!” you grunt, your arms losing strength every passing second and the band in your gut getting closer to snapping as he continues to edge you, slowing down just as he feels you getting closer to cumming every time. Your legs are probably shaking at this point, your pleads and cries filling the room every time you feel his knuckles make contact with your insides curling them just enough to make your entire body jerk at his touch. You’re breathless, gripping the sheets clenching around his fingers hard enough to crush them as your legs tremble beneath, a high-pitched loud moan leaving your throat, bucking into his hand right as you’re about-

And he stops. Fingers stopping all their movement as they’re still inside you, knuckles just resting at your opening, but that doesn’t last long either as he’s pulling them out in one go and that’s enough to break you as you feel tears wet the pillow under you, whining out and complaining to him as the loss of contact.

“Want you to cum around my cock pretty.” He justifies, voice dripping in honey as if he’s not done the filthiest things to you just seconds before. You gather the strength to lift your upper body, palms laying flat on the sheets as you turn your head to look at him teary eyed, hoping he’ll show you some mercy, only for him to lock his gaze right into yours and licking your essence off his fingers. It’s obscene really, you watch him swirl his tongue around his fingers, tasting all of you as he moans out.

“Gonna eat you next time baby.” He coos as he pulls your hips towards him by force, your back arching in reflex, pushing yourself onto him. He’s taking his length in his hand and tapping it’s head against your spent core, digits reaching to draw 8 figures on your clit, making you squeak as you hear a low deep throated chuckle from behind you. He keeps running his tip up and down your slit, teasing you till no return and all you can do is whine and beg him to give you more.

With no warning, he’s shoving his entire length inside you- giving you no time to adjust as you jerk forward, a loud cry erupting from you as he groans out due to the warm feeling. You can practically feel him throb inside you because of how deep in he is, and just as a tear is about to drop from your lashes you feel him pulling more than halfway out, only to slam right back into you until you hear his balls make contact with your cunt. Your fingers cramped from the way you’re holding onto the sheets as his hand travel up your spine and grab your hair once again.

Joshua loves your pussy. Now that he’s had it once he’s not sure he can go without it. Your tight walls are clenching around him so hard he might come right then and there. He musters up some strength in him, rocking his hips into you at a steady pace at first as to not overwhelm you with his length, but you’re apparently not satisfied, begging him “harder, more!” under him. And who was he to say no to you? he laughs with a particular strong thrust of his hips into yours, showing you no mercy. He fucks you hard, fucks you fast, fucks you like a man depraved. Because all this time he had been dreaming of your warm wet cunt wrapped around him, and now that he had you he wanted to savor every second of it.

His grip on you in tight, chants of “good girl” leaving him as you mutter out incoherent nonsense. Tears are streaming down your cheeks, overwhelmed with the pleasure that overpowers the pain of his hardness slamming inside you again and again. And he feels so close to his edge, so he chases it- skin slapping against yours as his hand on your clit speeds up, your hips rocking back to meet him instinctively. Your eyes roll back, the knot in your stomach tightening as you begin to tense up. Brows furrowed as he repeatedly hits the very spot that drives you over the edge.

“Fuck shua! Gonna- gonna cum!” you whine out. “Please baby, please- oh!” and with that you’re letting go, eyes going blank, limbs going numb as you crash head onto the pillow as you cum with a broken sob, squeezing him so hard that his hips too falter, as he paints your insides white, not a care in the world that he’s not wearing a condom. You’re probably on birth control, right? Even if you’re not, he would love to see you swell with his baby. But he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

He pulls out of you, his cum leaking down your thighs as he falls besides your completely spent body. You turn onto your back, running your hands through his hair as he kisses you, much gentler than before this time.

“You did good.” He murmurs against your lips with a slight smile looking at your tear-stained cheeks.

“Fucking pervert.” You tease him.

“What? As if you didn’t stare at my chest whenever I helped you lift boxes.” He says, hands running against your back. “I felt objectified!”

“Hey! I didn’t steal underwear!”

“Want me to beg for them next time?”

He is a nice guy after all.

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Declassified [7] - Whiskey

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves, you are so amazing🩷 I hope you like this chapter as well! 🥰 And please let me know what you think! 🩷

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Alcohol leads to honest promises.

Warnings: Explicit language, drinking, angst, yearning.

Word Count: 5050

Series Masterlist

After Bucky’s win, you and the rest of the team had about two months to move to DC.

And needless to say, things were quite chaotic.

“I’m telling you, the best way to get over a relationship is a new city,” Kelsey said while you kept your eyes on the computer screen, and Caleb laid on his back on top of his desk, scrolling on his phone. “So you scheduled your break up perfectly.”

“I did not schedule my break up, Kels,” you muttered and paused for a moment. “Although, it is a good idea if I ever decide to date again.”

“You will date again.”

“Not anytime soon.” You turned the screen to her. “What do we think about this apartment?”

“What are you guys doing here?” Bucky’s voice reached you and you all turned to him, Caleb sitting up as he entered the bullpen to approach your desk. You tried to ignore how fast your heartbeat got when he smiled at you, and you nodded at him before forcing yourself to turn your gaze to the screen again.

Play it cool.

“We figured we’d pay our respects to the office before we closed it down,” Kelsey said. “What are you doing here?”

“Sarah says the boys forgot a toy figurine here somewhere,” Bucky said. “Came to look for it, couldn’t find it—you are not supposed to be working this week.”

“We’re not working.”

“So you decided to come to the office that we’re closing down on your time off just because?”

You tilted your head. “That sounds like judgment from the man who’s standing in the same bullpen as we are.”

“That’s probably because I am judging,” Bucky pointed out. “And I have an actual reason to be here.”

“So do we,” you said. “We were feeling sentimental and the wifi here is better—Kels, the apartment?”

Kelsey took a peek at the screen. “Meh, maybe. Depends on which one would be my room. Caleb?”

“I don’t care as long as the living room is big,” Caleb said and Bucky looked between you, his brows pulling into a frown.

“You’re moving in together?”

“Mm hm.”

“All three of you?”

“You know how people bond in prison and stuff?” Caleb asked. “Turns out, the same thing happens when you work in politics.”

“I don’t know DC, Caleb has student loans and Birdie has just got out of a relationship,” Kelsey said. “We figured all three of us together equal one functional member of society.”

That made Bucky pause for a second, his gaze on you warming your cheeks while you forced yourself to keep your attention on the screen.

 “And are you okay?” he asked. “With the break up?”

…Fine.

Things with Bucky were still a little weird.

He was still dating Hazel, who did not like you, and sailing through this break up while also trying to change cities was not doing your anxiety any favors. Kelsey had a point, you did not think you could stay alone at least for a while, especially when your crush on Bucky was evolving every goddamn day.

Who was, to repeat, in a relationship.

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah I’m fine, I only cried for like two hours yesterday.”

“That’s why we’re getting you a new guy—”

“Already?”

 That made all of you turn to Bucky and he blinked a couple of times, then cleared his throat.

“I just mean…” He motioned vaguely. “You know, there’s nothing wrong with waiting a little. You just broke up with the guy.”

“I downloaded a bunch of apps after I broke up with my last boyfriend, and we weren’t even together for the quarter of time she was with that asshole,” Kelsey stated and Bucky’s frown deepened.

“You’re on apps now?”

“I’m not on anything except real estate sites,” you announced and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought the exhale that left Bucky’s lips was one of relief. “And I’m not dating anyone for a while.”

“Birdie, you need to go on a couple of dates to at least catch up.”

Bucky made a face. “Catch up?”

 “Look at her, she’s like a newborn deer!” Caleb reached out to squeeze your cheeks “All clueless about how hard it is out there!”

You batted his hand away.

“I will kick your ass if I have to,” you grumbled, clicking on another listing while Kelsey nodded solemnly.

“She is a newborn deer and there are wolves out there, Bucky.”

“Don’t ask why they’re like this because I don’t have a good answer,” you told Bucky who scoffed a laugh as you pulled open your drawer to pull out a file. “By the way, I forgot to put it in the boxes and we sent most of them away. Want me to drop it off at your place later on?”

“Would you?”

“Oh yeah, I have to go to the bank around the neighborhood anyway. No problem.”

“You still have my key, right?”

“Mm hm,” you said and checked the time. “You should get going by the way. You have that lunch thing.”

“Hold on, how did you…?”

“Checking your calendar is muscle memory at this point, I do it every day.”

“To repeat, you’re supposed to be relaxing, not working.”

“And you’re supposed to be on your way to lunch.” You shot him a smug grin. “So how about you worry about the material of your own house instead of throwing stones?”  

Bucky held up his hands, gesturing surrender.

“Let me know if you see any toy figurines here?”

“Will do!” you said as he walked away and Caleb laid down on the desk again, then rolled onto his side.

“We all agree that he wants you, right?”

“He wants his girlfriend, Caleb.”

“In his defense, you had a boyfriend when he got himself a girlfriend,” Kelsey said, making your jaw clench. “He can’t just drop her the moment you break up with your boyfriend.”

“He can, actually.” Caleb commented and Kelsey shook her head.

“I was with the guy 24/7 during the election time, so trust me, he won’t. He was raised to be the perfect 40s gentleman, things worked differently when it came to relationships back then, so he thinks he can’t, at least not right now. If we look at it from his perspective—”

“We’re not going to look at anything from his perspective because there’s nothing to look at.” You cut her off, then turned the screen to her again. “Check this out?”

                                                  *

You liked Bucky’s apartment.

You didn’t know if it was because there were many things that looked like they didn’t belong to this century or the scent of him that lingered, but whenever you visited you always felt relaxed.

“Hi Alpine.” You bent down to pet the white furball when she came to greet you at the door with a meow. “Aren’t you the prettiest princess? Hm? Aren't you the cutest kitty?”

She purred, bumping her head on your ankle.

“I got you your favorite treat, just give me one sec,” you said as you made your way to Bucky’s study to put the file on his desk, and Alpine darted back to the hallway. You approached the phonograph at the corner of the room to take a peek at the records, running your fingertips over a Ella Fitzgerald record before the sound of keys jingling reached your ears, making your head whip around when you heard your name being spat in distaste.

“No I’m telling you, I don’t trust her,” Hazel’s voice was clear as the door closed and your eyes widened.

“Shit…” you whispered, looking around in frenzy before you rushed to the desk to get under it, her footsteps going past the study.

Alright.

Maybe you had not thought this through.

There was no way you could just announce your presence now, and judging by how angry she had said your name, you figured it would’ve made things even more awkward than they already were.

Trust Bucky to give his keys three months into the relationship.

“No I just dropped by his place, I forgot my fucking—oh here it is.” Her voice got closer before she entered the study and flung herself on the couch, making you grimace.

Fuck.

Through the small crack, you could see her putting her phone on the small coffee table by the couch before she stretched out.

“I’m so tired.”

“I just think you’re stressed out over nothing,” A female voice said from the speaker and Hazel groaned.

“It’s not nothing,” she insisted. “I’m telling you, she wants him. And if you saw that hug…”

Jesus Christ, what was it with everyone and that hug?

“It was just a hug.”

“He has never hugged me like that,” Hazel replied. “He didn’t even hug me like that that night!”

“I’d say he hugged you plenty for the rest of the night,” A laugh echoed in the room and Hazel scoffed.

“Sex with Bucky…” she trailed off, making your heart skip a beat. “Trust me, that’s a whole new level but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Great. This was just great.

Not only were you crushing on your boss, you now had to listen to the said boss’s sex life with his girlfriend while you were hiding from the aforementioned girlfriend under his desk.

All because you had to be nice and volunteer to drop that file off while he wasn’t home.

“Bucky has this wall around him.” Hazel’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “And no matter how perfect the sex is, the moment you so much as approach that wall, he just shuts down.”

Your eyes widened when you saw Alpine peek her head around the desk before she happily jumped into your lap, pushing at your folded legs.

“What are you doing?” you mouthed as if she could answer you, but she only head-butted your knee, then blinked up at you, making you run a hand over your face before you started scratching at her head.

This was not what you had imagined when you applied for a job in politics.

“And you know how it is,” she said. “Young female aide gives him puppy dog eyes whenever he’s around and the next thing you know…”

Alpine gave you a quizzical look and you rolled your eyes, then shook your head.

“I get it, but she’s been around him for a while now and nothing happened.”

“She has a boyfriend.”

Ah.

Bucky hadn’t told her about your breakup then.

“And he has a girlfriend,” her friend insisted. “A hot, successful, wealthy girlfriend, he’s not gonna throw that away for some dumb girl. And besides, you’re much hotter.”

The interesting thing was that Kelsey had said the exact same thing about you just a week ago.

“I don’t know,” Hazel said with a sigh. “I feel like I’m trespassing sometimes. Maybe he doesn’t actually like me. I mean, even his cat doesn’t like me.”

You looked down at Alpine who was kneading your leg while purring and ran your fingers through her soft fur.

“It’s a damn cat, Haze.”

Hazel scoffed a laugh. “I know it’s been only three months but I really like him, you know?”

Oh, you definitely knew the feeling.

“And I want to make it work, but I’m not sure if I can if she’s in the picture,” she said. “Not to mention they’ll both be in DC—”

“His whole team is moving there, not just her,” her friend reminded her. “And if she’s bothering you that much, just tell Bucky to fire her.”

That made your hand stop mid-air.

Excuse you?

“I mentioned it to him the other day,” Hazel said, making your jaw drop. “And at first he genuinely thought it was a joke as if even the idea is unthinkable, so he laughed it off but when he saw I was serious, it got kind of…tense.”

“Tense?”

“He just shut it down, refused to even talk about it, and he was so cold that—it’s like she’s his line in the sand. Untouchable.”

“No she’s not,” her friend said. “Honestly, I doubt he even thinks about her outside work. He just wants to keep her because she is good at her job, nothing more.”

Hazel rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna tell you something but you can’t call me paranoid.”

“Shoot.”

“I’m not sure but last night it kind of sounded like he muttered her name in his sleep.”

Her friend’s laugh was loud enough to cover the small gasp that left your lips, making you put your hand over mouth and you closed your eyes shut, half expecting Hazel to approach the table but thankfully, she hadn’t heard it.

“Paranoid.”

“It really sounded like that!”

“As I said, you’re being paranoid,” she said. “Haze, relax. The great Bucky Barnes is all yours, with or without that starry-eyed girl in the picture.”

That made you bite inside your cheek, the familiar ache twisting your stomach and she got up from the couch, making your head whip up.

“Gotta go, I’ll call you later,” she said and hung up, then walked out of the study before you heard the front door open, and close again.

Relief hit you so hard that you felt dizzy, and you let out a breath before carefully lifting Alpine from your lap to come out from under the desk.

“Well that was a new low, wasn’t it?” you muttered and turned to Alpine. “Come on, I’ll give you your food in the kitchen.”

Alpine followed you to the kitchen and jumped on the kitchen island as you rummaged through your purse to take out a can of wet food. You opened it and put it in front of her, and she dug in while you heaved a sigh, trailing your fingers over her fur.

“You know, contrary to what she thinks, I am not dumb,” you said. “I get why she doesn’t like me. I don’t like her either, but mine is because of the jealousy that Bucky is dating her, which I know, I know; that’s very immature and I shouldn’t do it but come on, she wants to get me fired.”

Alpine didn’t even lift her head.

“She asked him to fire me!” you insisted. “There’s a line, seriously. I would never do that, regardless of how jealous I was. You don’t fuck with people’s jobs.”

Unsurprisingly, Alpine was more interested in her food than your rambling.

“Your father doesn’t like me that way, for the record,” you added. “And I do not give anyone puppy dog eyes, okay? That’s just how I look at people.”

She finished her food and raised her head, licking around her mouth and you huffed out, then threw the can in the trash.

“I’ll bring you another one the next time if you promise not to tell your dad.”

“Mrow?”

“Good, you got yourself a deal,” you said and pressed a kiss on the top of her head, then grabbed your purse and walked out of the apartment.

                                                *

Going into the bank, getting stuff done and getting out was supposed to be fast but you could hardly focus on anything, your mind still replaying what Hazel had said about Bucky saying your name in his sleep over and over again. You wondered whether there was even a slight chance it was anything close to your dreams because more than once you had woken up, breathing out Bucky’s name, your whole body on fire, your mind fuzzy—

No way.

Bucky dreaming about you only existed in Hazel’s mind, nothing more.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you barely heard someone calling out your name, but as soon as you did, your head whipped around.

What in the goddamn fuck was with you running into people in this city at the most inconvenient time possible?

“Hi Tessa,” you said, plastering a smile on your face. “What a coincidence.”

“Hi,” she said, shifting her weight from one foot to other. “How have you been? Max mentioned…”

She trailed off, averting her eyes from you and you waved a hand in the air.

“Oh I’m totally fine. How about you?”

“I’m good,” she said. “I saw Barnes won the election, that’s great! I voted for him.”

“Aw thanks,” you said. “Max didn’t but um—I appreciate it.”

“He didn’t?”

“Nope,” you said. “Long story. How about you, how is work?”

“It’s good. So since he won, are you gonna move to DC?”

“Yeah.”

“Should be fun,” she said. “Listen, I know you barely know me but I know how stressful this whole thing can be, so if you need anything about the moving stuff, just let me know.”

“Thank you so much,” you said and she waved a hand in the air, then stepped in to hug you, the heavy perfume tickling the bridge of your nose, making you grimace.

That somehow smelled familiar—

Oh.

Oh, that motherfucker…

You could feel your jaw clench as the realization dawned on you, and she pulled back to smile at you.

“I shouldn’t keep you long, I’m sure you have so much to do,” she said. “But like I said, anything I can do, let me know.”

You gawked at her for a couple of seconds before you took a deep breath.

“Do you mind if I take you up on that offer now?”

“Sure thing!”

“Good. Can you tell me how long Max has been fucking you behind my back?”

That wiped the smile off her face, making her swallow thickly as a nervous laugh spilled from her lips.

“I don’t—I—” she stammered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do,” you said, your voice calm despite the anger burning in your veins, and her chin trembled as if she was on the verge of tears. “Is that why you asked about DC? You think I’ll somehow get him back if I stay here?”

She didn’t answer, just stared at you with tears in her eyes and you scoffed a laugh.

“Unbelievable,” you murmured and shrugged your shoulders. “No need to worry, he’s all yours.”

“It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, I—”

“You can have him.” You managed to grin at her. “I mean it, Tessa. I don’t give a fuck about him. Enjoy your weekly five minutes of missionary while he watches the stock market on his phone beside your pillow.”

 With that, you walked away from her, leaving her there dumbfounded.

                                           *

At this point, you were beginning to feel like this damn office had a hold on you with how you kept finding yourself in it, but you needed a place to hang out until you met with Caleb and Kelsey, so you figured you could do some more research on apartments in DC.

That wasn’t the surprising part. The surprising part was that when you walked in, Bucky’s office light was on and you could hear the shuffling coming from inside. You frowned and looked over your shoulder, then grabbed the nearest file and stepped closer to the office, holding the file over your head, ready to strike any potential burglars but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Bucky in the office, staring at you like he could hear you coming from a mile away.

Which, he probably could.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” you asked back and he motioned at the office.

“Looking for the goddamn toy. Why are you holding a file?”

“I thought you were a burglar,” you said, lowering the file and Bucky tilted his head.

“You were going to beat the burglar with the clean energy draft meeting minutes?”

“I’m not open to constructive criticism after the day I had, Bucky,” you said and tossed the file on the couch. “Did you find the toy yet?”

“No.”

You furrowed your brows. “Aren’t you supposed to be good at this? You used to be a super soldier spy.”

“A super soldier assassin,” he corrected you. “Finding toys was not my expertise.”

You heaved a sigh, then went over to his drawer to pull it open, making him shake his head.

“I already checked there.”

“And your desk?”

“Yeah.”

You put your hands on your hips to look around the room, then pointed at the couch. “Here?”

“I lifted it, it’s not under it.”

You made your way to the couch to pull at the cushions, then stuck your hand between and felt around before your hand touched something plastic. You curled your fingers around it, pulled it back, and held the small figurine up, grinning at Bucky.

“There we go.”

“Thank you,” he said and you tossed it to him for him to catch it mid-air. He put it into his pocket, then leaned back to his desk.

“You okay?” he asked. “What are you doing here again?”

“I’ll just use the wifi and feel sorry for myself until Caleb and Kels pick me up. So don’t let me keep you.”

“Feeling sorry for yourself?” he repeated. “What happened?”

I hid under your desk from your girlfriend, heard about your sex life, bribed your cat with wet food and then found out my ex was cheating on me. Did you really say my name in your sleep?

That was not a good conversation starter.

“Just a bad day,” you muttered. “But hey, see you later—”

“I’m not letting you feel sorry for yourself all by yourself,” Bucky cut you off and you arched a brow.

“Bucky.”

“No way.”

“Don’t you have stuff to do?”

“It can wait,” he said and you heaved a sigh, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Fine,” you said. “Wanna pregame and raid Paul’s secret stash?”

“Paul has a secret stash?”

You let out a laugh, then wiggled your brows and walked out of his office with him following you.

                                                    *

Paul was an asshole but even you had to admit, he had good taste in booze.

“Is that crack on the ceiling new, or did I just not look at the ceiling the whole time I worked here?” you mused, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you laid on the floor and Bucky took a swig of whiskey from the bottle, then held it out for you.

“It’s not new.”

“Really?” You sat up and leaned your back to the leg of your desk before taking a sip as well. “Interesting.”

“Birdie.”

“Hm?”

“What happened?” he asked softly and you pouted your lips, then took another sip.

“Do you remember Max?”

Bucky pulled his brows together.

“Your ex whom you broke up with just a month ago?” he asked. “The name does ring a bell.”

“Did you know he’s an asshole?”

“Yeah I did, funnily enough.”

You dragged your tongue over your teeth. “Today I found out he was cheating on me.”

 Bucky frowned. “What?”

“Remember the perfume?” you asked. “The girl he was cheating on me with, I ran into her today, she wears that perfume. That motherfucker gifted me the same perfume so that I wouldn’t notice when he showed up smelling like her.”

He gawked at you and you nodded your head.

“I know, right?”

“He is capable of planning all that?”

“Max can be very clever when it comes to his self-interest,” you said. “I was in a relationship with him for seven years, I—”

“Seven years?” Bucky cut you off and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah.”

“Seven years and no ring?” he asked as if he wanted to make sure and you tilted your head, a huff of laughter escaping you.

“Why hello, senior citizen from Greatest Generation,” you taunted him. “Things work a bit differently nowadays.”

“In my day, seven months was too much.”

“I once spent seven months trying to pick a sofa,” you replied. “That’s not gonna happen. And to repeat, different century.”

Bucky took the bottle to take a sip, then put it down.

“Wait, did you say you ran into the girl?”

“Mm hm,” you said. “And you know what’s weird? I’m not even angry at her, I feel sorry for her.”

“How’s that?”

“Max was—well, he was obviously my first actual serious relationship,” you said. “So now that I think about it, now that I’m not in it, I can see that a lot of things in that relationship were designed to make him feel good and not me. He even—” You let out a laugh. “Okay, I am about to spill a sex secret that will be very traumatizing for your generation, you ready?”

Bucky motioned for you to wait for a second, took another sip of whiskey and nodded at you.

“Yeah, go.”

“You thought I was weird for checking my emails right after sex, right?”

“That is very weird.”

“Listen to this; Max and I would only have sex for five minutes because that was the most he could stay away from work,” you said. “And during those five minutes, his phone would be right beside my pillow so that he could check his investments and see if something was up with work.”

He blinked a couple of times, staring at you.

“One time,” you said and sipped the whiskey. “One time, while his phone was charging, he started a chronometer on his smartwatch so that he could make sure it’d be five minutes—Bucky, you should see your face, you look more traumatized than I was and I actually lived it.”

“Tell me you’re joking,” he managed to say and you shook your head.

“Nope.”

“I can beat this guy up.”

“No.”

“Please let me beat this guy up.”

“No.”

“Birdie—”

“I don’t give a fuck about him, I just can’t believe he made me do all that and then went behind my back and did that. Like what, additional five minutes in a supply closet or something?”

“And you were in love with this prick for seven years?” he asked, dumbfounded, and you grimaced.

“Of course I wasn’t.”

That made his head shoot up and he stared at you in complete silence for a couple of seconds, then licked his lips.

“You told me…” he trailed off, a bitter smile twitching his mouth like he couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea. “You told me you were in love with him.”

“That, my friend, is called overcompensating,” you stated. “I figured if I convinced people, I could convince myself. Funny how it doesn’t work like that.”

He ran a hand over his face, his jaw tightening.

“We were though, at first,” you said. “But I mean, who knows? Maybe it never was good and he was a selfish cheating asshole and I didn’t see it. I don’t know.”

He dropped his head back with a soft thud against the desk, letting out an exasperated breath.

 “For God’s sake, Birdie.”

“And I am not even sad that I broke up with him, I’m just sad that—” You nibbled on your lip, then slid a little on the ground with a huff. “It was easier to ignore it when I was with Max.”

“Ignore what?” Bucky asked and you dug the heels of your palms on your eyes like it could help push back the tears, then dropped your hands.

“I have this voice in my head,” you rasped out. “All the time.”

Bucky’s gaze on you was almost too hot. “What does it say?”

“That…” It felt like you were swallowing coals. “That it’s too difficult. To love me. That—that no one will fall in love with me.”

 A stunned silence fell upon the office. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the confusion on Bucky’s face like he couldn’t tell whether you were serious or not, but realization dawned on him after a couple of seconds, making him exhale. You could still feel his piercing blue eyes on you, but you made yourself busy with peeling the label off the whiskey bottle, sniffling.

His voice was low when he spoke: “I’ve got bad news for that voice.”

You raised your brows, still busy with the label. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Someone will kill it one day.”

That made you huff out a laugh and you rubbed at your eye with the back of your hand before turning to see him watching you with a fond light in his gaze. You scrunched up your nose, then held out your pinky, coaxing a chuckle out of him before he reached out to hook his pinky with yours, a warmth spreading from your hand to your whole body.

“Someone will kill it like an assassin,” you said, determination laced in your tone as you stuck your nose in the air and he gave you a soft smile.

“Someone will kill it,” he repeated. “Like an assassin.”

It felt physically impossible to look away from his handsome face, and you could feel your heartbeat getting faster, but before you could say anything he frowned and turned his head like he—

“Birdie? You here?”

Of course Bucky had heard Caleb before you.

You slowly pulled your hand back and cleared your throat, trying to pull yourself together as you stood up.

“Paul’s office!”  

Caleb’s footsteps came closer before he peeked his head in.

“Hey,” he said, his eyes darting between you two as Bucky stood up as well. “Kels is outside. Bucky, are you joining us? We’re gonna do shots.”

Bucky shook his head.

“I’m gonna go home, but you guys have fun.” He stole a look at you. “And be safe please?”

“Always am,” you said with a small smile and followed Caleb out of the office, then both of you stepped outside to approach Kelsey.

“Did I interrupt something?” Caleb teased you, making Kelsey raise her brows.

“What’s going on?”

“She was drinking whiskey with Bucky in the office.”

Kelsey’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“Anything you’d like to share with the class, Birdie?”

“Oh, not much,” you said as you started walking with them rushing to catch up with you. “Today I found out I have been cheated on, that Hazel hates me and asked Bucky to fire me and that apparently, Bucky is perfect in bed. But hey, how was your day?”   

[nineteenninety-six]

Would you consider writing for the Pitt one where Jack abbot is like a widower and his wife had a daughter and now she’s like 16, and she’s also at the Pitt fest, she gets shot but doesn’t notice until she sees her father in the er, maybe her friend got shot and they both rush over while she keeps her friend alive and then when he hugs her, blood gets on his gown, she’s also been shot

Maybe happy ending this time..you could do friend dying if that helps with your want for angst

Pairings: Jack Abbot x Daughter!Reader

TW: Pittfest, inaccurate medical stuff, injuries via bullets etc

AN: Midway through writing this, I realised that I strayed from the request, I apologise.

Your phone buzzed incessantly in your pocket as you jumped off of the back of a pickup truck in the ambulance bay of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center but you paid it no attention. Your focus was solely on your friend still laying in the bed of the truck, your once pale pink jacket, now discoloured by blood, pressed against their upper chest.

The buzzing stops as your friend is pulled out, a red snap band wrapping around their wrist before a doctor directs the techs and nurses moving them to where the triage doctors tell them where they should go.

The triage doctors turned to you next and a wave of relief washed over you at the familiar faces. It was Shen and Parker, two doctors who worked with your father on the night shifts.

Parker sends you a warmth comforting smile, her glove covered hand coming to rest on your arm, “I’m so glad to see you kid, you have no idea. You okay? Any injuries?”

Your shoulder hurt but you’re pretty sure that’s from when you face planted into the ground during the panic earlier. You had tried to catch yourself but you weren’t very successful and so you were sure you had scrapes and bruises across your face. If you were otherwise injured, the adrenaline coursing through your veins numbed it to you.

“I’m fine, I think.” You shake your head at Parker’s question, “What’s going to happen to her?”

“Your dad’s there, he’ll help her.” Shen tells you before steps closer to you, a suspicious glint in his eye as they catch something you hadn’t realised, “You’ve got a head lac.”

“Are you sure you’re fine? You’ve got blood all over you.” Parker’s brows are furrowed as she looks at you in concern.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not mine.” You say.

A yellow band is swiftly snapped around your wrist before you’re being shuffled into the ED. Since you felt fine you decided to find your friend amongst the chaos of the emergency department. You ignored the cries, screams and the overwhelming stench of blood as you looked around but you didn't get far before a hand wrapped your arm and tugs you around.

It was your father.

He pulls you into a hug, arms tight as he wraps them around you, “Oh thank God.”

Your dad pulls away just enough to see your face before he’s pulling you into another hug, “Why didn’t you answer your phone? I was worried sick.”

“I was a bit busy.” You murmur into his shirt.

Your dad’s presence was comforting and just what you needed at that moment. You melted into his hug as you felt your eyes burn with unshed tears,

“I’m so glad to see you dad” You whimper, “I was so scared.”

“I know kid, I know but you did so well.” Your dad steps back, his eyes falling to your wrist, “Yellow band. What’s wrong?”

“Shen said I have a head lac.”

Your dad tips your head down and nods as he looks at it, “Yeah c’mon, let’s patch you up.”

“Wait, don’t you have more critical people to help? Also, where’s my friend?”

“Your friend is fine; they’re in the OR. Looking like a full recovery.”

You let out a sigh of relief before your legs buckle and you feel the room tilt around you. You’re caught before you collapse to the floor by your dad as you pass out.

Jack curses as he settles you down on the floor, calling out for help as he searches for any wounds. Shen had sent you in with a yellow band but Jack had an inkling there was more hidden.

He pulled up your shirt and sure enough, a bullet wound stared back at him.

“Someone call surgery!”

Walsh hurries over, falling to her knees opposite Jack, “What do we have?”

“Bullet to the navel,” Jack spits out, “Please tell me there’s an OR free.”

Walsh shakes her head, “The last one just got taken. Can we stabilize her?”

“If we found out about the wound earlier then maybe but she’s gone untreated for too long. It’s now or never.”

“Jack, we don’t have an OR or even a damn sterile room.”

“Please!” Jack’s voice wavers as he looks over at the surgery attending, “She’s my daughter…we have to help her.”

Walsh’s expression changes at the information and Jack recognises the new one that appears on her face, it was the one he had worn many times before. It was the one he wore when he told people that their loved ones died.

“P-Please...you have to help her.”

Like an angel from heaven, Garcia ran over to them with a gurney, “A OR just opened. We’ve got to go now.”

Jack springs into action, immediately moving to your head, hands moving under your shoulders as someone grabs your ankles and together, they lift you up and transfer you onto the gurney. Jack doesn’t waste another moment, pushing you down the hall to the elevator along with Walsh and Garcia.

He doesn’t get any further than the OR doors, Walsh stopping him with a hand on his chest, “This is as far as you go. You’re a great doctor Abbot but you’re not a surgeon.”

Jack knows that protesting will just delay your care so he steps back with a nod and watches as the door closes behind Walsh as she rushes in to get sterilized.

Jack doesn’t go back down to the ED; he’s in no state to help anyone right now but he also can’t sit down and wait for news so he settles on pacing in front of the OR. His prosthetic chafes at him, rubbing with every step he takes and he can hear your voice in his head chastising him, reminding him what happens when he ignores the signs and over does it, creating more pain and problems later on.

He's not only worried about you but for your friend too. You two had been friends since elementary school and Jack had lost count of the number of sleepovers, mall trips and vacations you had done together over the past decade. If you lost your friend, you’d lose a part of you as well and so Jack hoped both of you came out alive.

[hopepetal]

This is the piece I wrote for @pearlescentzine, in collaboration with @eydilily! Go check out the beautiful art they drew for the fic here!

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Sunflower Nights

Peace does not come often in death games, a fact Pearl knows better than anyone. Though, she will admit, she does revel in the chaos. She has a tendency to bring it about, even accidentally– like with a certain soulbound pair and an enderman.

“Y’know, there’s somethin’ wicked within me,” she tells Bdubs once, a smile dancing on her lips. “Or at least, that’s what I’ve been told.”

Bdubs nods sagely, humming thoughtfully. “I believe it, Pearl, I really do. You just have that kind of energy around you.”

Despite enjoying the pandemonium, Pearl is still relieved when she’s finally able to set down her weapon and relax. They spent so long building their bases, and it’d be a shame to not take some time to enjoy them before they inevitably were destroyed by the red wars.

Joel is the first to join her. He plops himself down with a sigh, leaning back and tilting his head toward the sky. “Pearl, I’m bored.”

Pearl snorts. “Sorry to hear that, mate.” She picks at the grass, and can’t deny that she feels similarly. “It's good to be bored in a death game though, isn’t it? Better than being chased around by crazy people.”

“But I want to be the crazy person chasing people around,” Joel complains. 

Pearl laughs at that, nodding. “I feel ya, mate. Me, too. But you’re yellow, aren’t’cha? You can at least do some crazy stuff without those Watcher people being nuggets about it.”

Joel lets out a long-suffering sigh. He flops back against the grass, staring up at the sky. There’s a long moment of silence between them as the gentle breeze blows strands of hair into his face, which he brushes away with a scrunched expression. “I dunno, Pearl.”

Pearl brushes her own hair out of her face, spluttering slightly as some gets into her mouth. “Gosh, my hair is too long,” she complains, trying to gather all of it into her hands so she can pull it back again. “What do you think?” She asks Joel, who looks over at her with a mildly confused expression. “Do you think I should just cut it off?”

“What are we cuttin’ off?” Bdubs pops out from his base, looking at Pearl and Joel with wide eyes. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear.”

Pearl raises an eyebrow, turning to face Bdubs. “Well, it’s not like we were really trying to keep our voices down.”

Mumbo also peeks out from his base. “We are living rather on top of each other,” he points out. “Anyway, were you talking about cutting your hair?”

Pearl sighs as she undoes the tie holding her hair in its ponytail. “Yeah, I was. It’s just a lot to deal with, y’know? Long hair in battle means it’s always getting in your face. ‘Course, you have to clean it too, and brush it, and it’s this whole thing.”

Joel sits up suddenly, struck by an idea. “What if we help you braid it?”

Agreement rises from the rest of the group, and Pearl looks between the three with wide eyes. “Aw, you’d really do that? For me?” She asks, touched. 

Bdubs grins. “Why of course, Pearl! Anything for you!”

Mumbo giggles. “Maybe don’t promise that, mate. You never know what she’ll ask of you then.”

Joel scooches closer to Pearl, pushing himself over the grass until he’s sitting next to her. “I mean, how hard can it be, really? With the three of us, I’ll bet we could braid your hair in three– no, two– minutes, tops!” 

He brings his hand up and gently brushes through her hair. His face scrunches up into one of thought. “You have a lot more hair than Lizzie does,” he points out, “how do you deal with it?”

Pearl laughs as Bdubs and Mumbo kneel behind her, each taking a section of her hair in their hands. “It’s a lotta work, mate, and it’s not always worth it. That’s why I was thinking of cutting it in the first place.”

“Well, don’t you worry one bit, Pearl!” Bdubs exclaims. “We’ll be braiding your hair right up for you!” He pauses, then glances at Joel and Mumbo. He leans over to Mumbo and whispers dramatically, “Do you know how to braid hair?”

Mumbo shrugs. “Honestly, no clue. But I’m sure I can figure it out.” He begins to separate the section of hair into strands. “Was it three… or five…?” He mumbles to himself, squinting his eyes at his work.

Joel looks over at Bdubs. “Why aren’t you asking me if I know how to braid?” He asks, mockingly offended. “Don’t you know I’m the number one braid master?”

Bdubs gives him a toothy grin as he separates his section of Pearl’s hair into four strands. “I dunno, Joel, why don’t you show me how good you are yourself? Put your diamonds where your mouth is, y’know?”

Joel gasps, eyes widening. “How dare you! I’ll show you! Just you wait, I’m going to do the most perfect braid in existence!” He starts to work on the section of hair he took, separating the hair out into three strands and starting to weave them together into a braid.

Pearl hums softly, smiling as her hair is braided. “Don’t race, you’ll tug on my head and that’s no fun.” She does her best to keep her head still.

Mailbox pads over, tail wagging. He lays his head down in Pearl’s lap, panting softly as he looks up at her. His tail thumps against the ground as she reaches out and pets him, scratching behind his ears.

“Hey, buddy!” She coos, rubbing under his chin while keeping her head up. “Aww, you’re such a cutie pie. Maybe we should braid your hair next.”

Mumbo lets out a nervous laugh. “One thing at a time, Pearl! Oh, gosh, I think I’m doing it wrong.” 

Joel glances over. “Well, you’re certainly not doing it right. It looks good, though.” His gaze travels to where Bdubs is, and he raises an eyebrow. “Bdubs, though…”

“Shut up! I have a process, okay!? Let me do my job!” Bdubs huffs out angrily, continuing to braid Pearl’s hair to the best of his ability. “It’s gonna look great any minute now. I just need to put a few more details in…” 

Pearl laughs again, louder this time. “Should I be worried about what you all are doing to my hair?” She asks teasingly. 

A chorus of ‘no!’s resound from the group. Pearl clicks her tongue but doesn’t say anything, letting the boys continue their work as she pets Mailbox. 

Joel is the first to finish. “Alright! I’m done, and it’s perfect.” He sits back, grinning proudly. “Take a look, Pearl!”

Pearl gently takes the braided hair over her shoulder. “Oh, Joel!” She exclaims, “this is lovely! Thank you!”

Joel’s smile grows. “Lizzie taught me how to braid,” he explains.

Mumbo clears his throat. “I think I’m done as well. Not… too sure as to how this came out, but I think it looks alright!” He holds out the braid for Pearl to see. 

It’s an intricate braid– five strands woven into a meticulous braid. It’s very Mumbo in every way. It’s clear how he calculated every movement, how he thought over every part of the braid. Pearl glances up and meets his wide, hopeful eyes. “You did wonderful, mate!” She praises, and he grins and blushes, looking away.

“Oh, gosh, well thank you Pearl, I really did try my best…” He presses a hand to his cheek. “I’m glad you like it!” 

“I’m done too!” Bdubs says. “Look at mine, Pearl!” 

“She can’t,” Joel retorts, standing up and stretching his sore limbs, “you’re behind her, she can’t look at the back of her head.” 

Pearl hums thoughtfully. “This is true… why don’t you tell me what it looks like, then?” She asks, glancing between Mumbo and Joel. 

Mumbo nods and clears his throat again. “It’s actually quite nice,” he starts. “I–”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Bdubs interrupts, “jeez.”

Mumbo puts his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It does look quite nice, though I think we all did different types of braids. It looks a little strange all put together, to be honest, but I think it still works!” 

“I don’t mind how it looks,” Pearl says. “Thank you all for doing this for me. It’s very kind of you.” She stands up and stretches as well, Mailbox moving away to go sit with Mumbo. “I’m glad I won’t have to cut off all my hair now. I don’t look good with short hair.”

Joel scoffs. “Now that’s a lie and you know it.” 

Indeed, peace does not come often in death games. Pearl cherishes this moment; it’s the last day of calm before the storm. And she’s perfectly content with spending it with her family, her mounders.

This time, they’ll win. She’ll make sure of it.

[darkwood-sleddog]

You know in retrospect I now understand my parents concern when I, 22 and fresh out of college told them me and my long term boyfriend (now spouse) were going to buy his childhood home, an unmaintained 70s chalet style house they thought was a tear down. But it worked out and I love this property dearly.

(Also they rediscovered a childhood time capsule I made that was rolled up paper stuffed into a toilet paper tube and it DID say I was going to live in a old house in the woods with sled dogs so idk. Live ur dreams)

[halcyon-writings]

hello! i love your work!! do you think you could write a sinister mark x reader where sinister mark ends up finding her in another timeline and stuff? sorry if that doesnt make any sense its my first time requesting 💞

idc if that the trope of finding ur s/o in another universe feels overdone im gonna eat it up anyway, also i think sinister mark can be especially delusional (gender neutral pronouns are used for the reader!)

nav.

When Angstom Levy arrives surrounded by a portal's bright colors, he promises riches, power, and glory. He promises everything that Mark could ever want at his fingertips, if he agrees to a deal with him. Mark, bored as he tosses away a bloodied and beaten hero away, tilts his head. The body lays in a heap, letting out a pained exhale as he disregards them for this new arrival.

"And what if I have everything I want already?" Mark poses. It is a challenge, a silent one, but a challenge nonetheless. For he is already becoming accustomed to the idea, of conquering not only this world, but the next, and the next, until every universe he comes across bows to his feet.

Angstrom grins, one that is all teeth. Mark grins back. There's blood in his teeth.

The first few universes are easy. Some have their own version of him, rulers in their own right. Powerful enough, too. Others are too weak, but there's potential, as Angstrom convinces them to join him.

The man stands before a portal once more. His eyes proud and his smile smarmy. "As promised, I can bring you to them too."

Mark hides his surprise well. Although he did have to admit that he was impressed, it seemed that Angstrom had done his homework. It raised his own warning signals though, never once had he told the other about you. So he sighs, rolls his eyes as his lips become pursed, acting unconvinced, despite knowing what the other's powers could do and how easily he had proven his worth.

"Bring them here," He replies, he would not put it past the supposed mastermind to try and trick him into entering a portal without making sure he would not be stuck in some random universe. Angstrom hums, but acquiesces anyway. He steps through the portal, as Mark watches, arms crossed and eyes unreadable.

A moment passes.

Silence remains his sole companion.

A second moment passes and Angstrom steps through; he is not alone as a familiar face follows behind him. Mark can ignore that you're a little disheveled, as though you were purposefully dragged along. The harsh glare that you're giving Angstrom only makes him laugh. Your cold reception doesn't last long once Angstrom leaves, rubbing his head and muttering under his breath about your left hook.

You seem to wait until Angstrom is gone, until you cradle your hand close to your chest, rubbing at your reddened knuckles as you take a heavy breath. That was wise of you, hiding anything that Angstrom could use against you should he have to. But then Mark shifts his attention to your heartbeat as it thrums against your rib cage; it was a familiar sound that Mark had thought he would never hear again.

"I found you." Leaves him in a breathless whisper, you jump, forgetting that he had been there when you arrive. Your eyes dart about the room, as though preparing to flee or something similar.

Mark lowers his cowl, eyes wide with a manic glee. His cheeks get warm, flushed even as he opens his arms, waiting for you to run into them. (Not like you did before, anyway.)

But then he stops when you speak. Your expression showing just how out of place you felt. Your voice wary, "Who... who are you?"

[promise-of-soup]

₊˚ପ⊹Prologue!'*•.¸♡ I Choose~! ¸.•*'

SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE PLOT OF EPISODE 17!! (For all parts)

♡Synopsis: Sent to "Waves of Love" alongside six of your Ghoul friends, you were pleased to discover that your crush was one of the cast members. The universe has gifted you with a chance to confess in a controlled setting where you could always scoff it up to acting or a script! The cameras are rolling, his name is on the tip of your tounge, but alas...

♡AKA: You didn't get your shot, but he can't move on without knowing if you chose him or not.

♡Tags: Prologue, setting up the scene I guess? retelling parts of the last chapter for episode 17 but with some added stuff lol.

♡Notes: basically, one part per each of the six characters which will include build up on how you got a crush on him, what happened during the show, and then you confessing when it's all over and you're back to Darkwick (the parts will be released in the order I put them in the list). I was fucking angry at the confession scene, hence this!

✧˚ · .make your choice at the end (links to the individual parts at the end)

Finally.

You get to do this, for real.

Your heart races in your chest, beating so hard you can feel it about to burst, as cliche as that is. The butterflies in your stomach fly so fast they almost cause an internal tornado.

Chill and fresh air overtakes your lungs with a deep breath as the silence of the world overtakes your ears. Only the waves of the ocean, and love, haha, are heard. You look around the romantic pool scene, and while all of your friends look handsome and well put together tonight, your eyes widen when you reach him.

With his hair swept to the side and his tailored suit clinging to his skin, he looks ideal, romantic, like you're the only two people there and nothing matters, like you can have him all to yourself in a few moments and go to a fancy porch. You've spent the past three days waiting for the producers to allow you more moments with him, for the cameras to stop so that you could relax your shoulders and take comfort in his presence like you always do, and you spent months awaiting his company between missions, hoping his name is spoken every time you get a new case to work on, just to spend more time with him by your side. The anomaly does not matter, the danger of the situation does not matter, this stupid show doesn't even matter; you just want him to know.

Of course, letting him know your feelings in this setting is also ideal, because if he cringes at you and backs away once the cameras turn off, you could always tell him that you were playing it up for the camera, you were only doing it for narrative purposes and that you just see him as a friend. But earlier when he promised you to be with you if you pick him, however scripted some parts of it had to have been, made your heart thump and your face grow warm with a hope that his behaviour these last three days is real, that he also feels the same as you do.

You take a deep breath... the crew drop their heads again.

Oh.

The anomaly appears once more, putting everyone on edge, you might be making this up, but you can swear he looks at you with a protective glare.

"choose." the ghastly woman tells you as she looms above your head, "choose!"

And so you do.

Your eyes shut for courage, your fists clench as well, and you say, loud and clear as per the script and as per your heart:

"My soulmate is..."

A screech echoes through the air - the anomaly.

And as the chaos begins and the mission is forced to a close, you have failed for good... Or have you?

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳You chose:

Jiro | Ren | Haru | Jin | Rui | Edward

[bomusims]

track 02: check pattern

perhaps we are walking on many lines that are crossing one another meeting you was the coincidences crossing over if i think that was all maybe the breakup will be bearable ... maybe it's because we embody different colors so that we couldn't approach each other

track 03: i don't wanna do anything

over nothing at all i'm getting sensitive again piling up dust-like worries one by one ... right now, looking through the rain-streaked window i feel like i'm watching something everything's blurry and out of focus things that won't change

track 06: wednesday night

every wednesday night for some reason, my heart flutters even the stuffy weather and the congested roads i feel like i can forgive it all ... every time, i greet you with a smile and say, “hello” then, “thank you for making time for me” when we part, i say, “sleep well and don’t even dream” hope to be with you on every wednesday night

author's rambling

initial notes

i had my work cut out for me with this one—it’s on a completely different scale and style from my april entry. brunch club had 1 big render and 5 smaller edits with pics taken in cas; this project had a minimum of 3 big renders, with an undetermined amount of extra stuff. this time, instead of creating characters and developing lore for them, i wanted to create scenes that conveyed the emotions i feel when listening to the song, and the visions i imagine while reading the lyrics. i’m much more skilled with blender after almost 2 months worth of practical experience, so at least i didn’t have to learn an entirely new program. i didn’t even have to make renders for this, i just wanted to do it because they’re fun and i like the creative freedom i get with rendering vs taking in-game pics.

album - 30

this album really spoke to me because while it may not be the most groundbreaking work of art, it definitely holds significant meaning, especially to sungjin himself. it comes with the added bonus of two of the songs being right up my alley in terms of music taste—so much that it’s almost unnerving. it’s like that guy lives in my brain

there is something about this album that just goes so well with public transportation, and that's where the inspiration for my edits came from! you can take a peek at my moodboard here

check pattern

this one i had a pretty clear vision once i read the lyrics. it’s a song about going your separate ways after a breakup, and i immediately thought of an elevator scene (i also thumbnailed an escalator scene, but that was scrapped early on). i made a render and did all the editing for it, but i wasn't sure if i really liked or not, and then i ended up making a completely new render using the subway scene

i do think that as far as the meaning of the song goes, my original edit fits better, but overall as a set i like this one more

yes, i know, it parallels the shining twins. no, that was not my intention but what the hell, sure

did i sneak chuuves in here? yeah #ILoveLesbians

i don't wanna do anything

this actually the first edit i finished for this entry, and i liked it so much that i ended up using the same scene and overlays on the other two for #Continuity

the original idea was a snapshot from outside a city bus at night, with the silohuette of someone inside the bus behind a foggy, rain-streaked window. i was doing pretty alright when it came to building the scene and so forth, but i hit a dead end when i got to the window bit. there's a line in the lyric that goes 'right now, looking through the rain-streaked window', and so getting the rain on the window would be a crucial part of the render. at first i had planned to download someone else's shader and slap it on my window object, but the ones i found for free either weren't compatible with the blender versions i was working with or they simply were not cooperating with me. i didn't have the time to go through all the troubleshooting, so instead i watched a tutorial on how to make my own… which ended up being incredibly complicated and it probably would have taken me at least 3-4 hours if i had tried making my own shader. then i decided to just add the rain and fog during postprocessing, so i hit that render button and got to editing. but i wasn't feeling how that turned out either

i decided to go with a subway scene instead, and it turned out really well! i'm quite happy with the results on this one

wednesday night

this one sent me through the wringer and back. i went through so many thumbnails and drafts, but nothing was really hitting

about a week before the deadline, i had the genius idea to make mitsuaya-inspired sims for it. if i did it with chuuves, who's to say i can't pop some green yuri in there!

originally, i had in mind mitsuki offering her hand in escort to aya as she departed a bus, but trying to find pose references drove me up a wall. then i tried to make the poses without a reference, but i just could not get mitsuki to look natural. aya's poses were easy, but mitsuki always looked so stiff and i couldn't figure out how to make her relaxed without sacrificing posture and so forth. then i had the idea to make ALL of the renders using the subway scene, and i ended up with the two of them sitting down and leaning against each other

the sims themselves posed a whole other problem. aya, once again, was fairly easy to make and dress up in cas, but i went through four (4) different iterations of mitsuki and her outfits before settling upon the final one you see in the edit. i wanted to stay true to their canonic fashion taste, and mitsuki has a very androgynous/masc grunge-y punk-ish streetwear wardrobe. i tried referencing official art, but the pieces i had didn't quite fit the bill and i did not have the time to go cc hunting. in the end, i had to compromise and go slightly off canon (mitsuki has not and never will wear a cropped top or jacket), but i'm pretty satisfied with how she turned out!

the scene… oh boy. i tried extracting assets from in-game and cc, but the textures were off (i.e. there was a big ass american flag on the side of the bus and it's the only swatch but i'm not really rocking with patriotism like that) and i'm not quite there with my texturing skills yet, so trying to make a recolor was out of the question. then i tried using non-sims blender assets and 3d models, but trying to find decent quality models for free online is like searching for a pin needle in a haystack. and then i tried building my own scene completely from scratch—which means making brand new meshes and objects. the meshing went pretty okay, but trying to add materials and textures gave me a headache so that was a no-go as well. but once i decided to pivot to using the subway scene instead, things went rather smoothly! by that point, i had worked with that specific scene over ten times (mostly scrapped drafts), so cleaning it up was quite easy, and making poses and adding lighting were a breeze.

misc notes

what's club30, you ask? uhhhhhhh lesbian gay bar

i actually planned for a 4th render, but i ended up having to scrap it due to time constraints

my fave songs off the album are i don't wanna do anything and wednesday night! i love them so much yall i'm probably in the top 0.05% listener percentile or whatever the fuck it is

i was really close to redoing my first render so the models would be nanahachi instead, but alas… deadlines are a thing

@peachibunnii's server hosts monthly challenges, and this is for the may prompt! i'm also a mod over there! come and say hi :)

i'll be posting some behind the scenes wip pictures n things like that over on my patreon! you can find them here :)

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

rewatching Saddle Row Review and loving the little things

Twilight, a magical princess of Equestria, first hinting, then stating, then BEGGING to be the one who organizes Rarity's merchandize

actually this whole contrast of

Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie & Rainbow Dash: stressed sweating on the edge of tears going against their nature trying to guess what Rarity would want

Twilight Sparkle: happily organized all Rarity’s stock “There!… hmm, but what would Rarity want? Maybe she wouldn't want them done by color?” delighted “Guess I’ll just have to start all over!” grins and dives back into the dress sorting sauce

Twilight was so blissed out re-reorganizing Rarity’s boutique she didn’t even notice everything going to horse apples around her until the very last second.

She was also the only one who DIDN’T have to go out of character while asking herself “what would rarity want” instead just using it as a blatant excuse to do what SHE wants- keep on organizing stuff.

This is my Raritwi side talking. Skip if desired. It says this is one of my fav raritwi ship episodes.

It says look at how comfortably Twilight falls into Rarity’s career choice in her own personal way and look how (because Twilight is speaking for the group) Rarity is mainly touching and addressing Twilight throughout the episode. They even get their own separate non-group hug while Rarity says “I knew I could count on you!”. Look at how we go from Twilight being so pleased on how she sorted Rarity’s merchandise to a portrait of Rarity that someone decided to decorate the boutique with. It says princess Twilight Sparkle multiple time savior of Equestria called sorting out things so Rarity can easily find stuff some of her finest work, and Rarity, who is trying to make it among the social elite, is friends with a princess who was mentored by a princess and is inlaws with a princess and all the help Rarity accepts from her is in sorting out a jumble of dresses. It says Twilight respects Rarity the fashionista and Rarity values Twilight as a nerd.

I will now tell the raritwi in me to be quiet again but you get the picture.

anyway, also looove everyone’s different orders at the diner interviews!

Rarity & Twilight both get tea, same kind with it’s own little teabag- Twilight the current princess past librarian / student of a tea drinking princess and Rarity, a fashion minded mare who loves the vibes of said princesses castle crowned home town and all things she thinks of a fancy.    

sporty Rainbow Dash obviously has a drink in a to-go cup

Applejack has a nice slice of pie, good simple food after all the work at the boutique

Pinkie Pie and her parade of endless party foods and deserts, the bill of which she sheepishly passes on the interviewer

and Fluttershy, at first awkwardly playing with silverware and presumably felt too shy to order anything, but when the raccoon family joins her they’re either snacking on her order of hay fries and a drink OR she managed to make an order specifically for them. She DOES specifically slide a whole pie over to them later. Either way, aww

Twilight’s quiet confidence and initiative during the whole thing. She’s the voice of reassurance and reason keeping the whole situation from disintegrating. She's come such a long way. No hint of anxious, snarky, micro managing Twilight here, all those friendship mistakes and lessons really shine through.

(reminding the others that Rarity is their friend and will be understanding)

(wanting to own up to the near disaster of opening night before Rarity reads about it)

(complimenting Rarity on her new boutique while gently asking if the dusty falling down space really can be ready by that night)

(helping AJ and RD have fun even while sweeping up with a silly but catchy little chant neither will ever admit to getting caught up in “sweep sweep sweep~”)

(bringing up postponing the opening when she sees how stressed Rarity is)

(immediately suggesting Rarity rely on her friends for help getting things ready)

(being the one to notice Rarity about to walk in on the ensuing chaos and doing a flying leap across the boutique to stop her and buy time)

(realizing the problem everyone is having and steering them all and herself back on track)

Even in her interview Twilight is so reflective and supportive. Yes, Rarity was a bit stressed because no things weren’t going well, but Twilight thinks she handled it pretty well- and when you remember how TWILIGHT has reacted to things not going well in the past, yeah, she’s right. Rarity did really great.

The cut to Rarity wailing in despair right afterwards XD

Rarity managing to wait until her friends arrived before reading the review of her new boutique!

It’s only her third ever opening, only the second boutique that doesn’t double as her home, and she still waited!

Her disbelief, shock, and apologetic tone when the review calls her friends 'ne'er-do-ells' after all that hard work they did do. "Ooh! Heavens I think he means you-"

Fluttershy completely covered in dust and clearly not happy about it, but also not shaking herself off like the other mane 6. Just. Daintily flicking her forehoof.

Remember when she had to be physically puppeteered into moving inelegantly?

Remember when she preformed extreme take-down wrestling moves on a bear to help with its back pain?

I love Fluttershy.

Applejack the farmer liking the idea of wearable spoons not just bc spoons are useful for eating, they also are great tools for making small holes. Such as ones you’d plant seeds in, perhaps.

the wiggly hoof digging sound effect heheh

Rainbow too busy being paid attention to and retelling her POV as awesomely as possible she fails at understanding the concept of being interviewed or that if you tell a reporter something they might write it down and publish it.

Same background pony in both AJ and RD’s interview foreshadowing theirs happening at around the same time, and then there they are, being interviewed together.

Rarity complaining about ponies these day playing the stuff they call music too loud, and then admitting that makes her sound like an old mare, and then doubling down on it anyway because she has a business to run. That stage in life when you can hear yourself turning into the adults who used to annoy you and you don’t want to but it’s happening anyway.

DJ Pon-3 casually shrugging at Pinkie’s apology for making her play lame music even though the dance floor is now empty and she’s clearly sad about it. Then you see Pinkie is getting casually dragged away by the security guy while still talking

And at least one Pinkie Pie clone escaped zapping. They’ve made it to Manehatten. Good for them.   

The cut from AJ and RD dissing on Twilight’s “sweep sweep sweep~” cleaning chant, complete with hoof-bump over how lame it was, only to flashback to them happily chanting and cleaning along with Twi. The power of the nerd is too strong. Not even the two resident jocks are immune to it- even if they’ll never admit to it

Rarity and Twilight’s hug right before opening the boutique. I love when these ponies hug.

The boutique catching so much interest thanks to it’s quirkiness and charm, rather than being perfect the way someone might expect. The personal touch of Rarity’s friends breathes life into her store in a way Rarity herself might never have done on her own.

And- after Rarity complaining about the younger generation, look who turns out to be right about spoon clothes after all? Her young new non-negotiable hire in plaid!

Twilight Sparkle, who became and alicorn princess and currently lives in a giant magical crystal tree castle, being So Proud of organizing Rarity’s boutique with indexing and reverse indexing so Rarity can find whatever she wants in just 3 seconds flat!

Princess Twilight Sparkle calling THAT some of her best work!

She never really changed.

Same pony who loved running around with a clipboard during winter wrap up and used to live in a library.

Just the fact that this is Rarity’s THIRD boutique she’s opening! All those seasons watching her slowly build up her career in fashion bit by bit with the help and support of her friends, and here they are in Manehatten with her, doing their absolute best to make sure her dream keeps coming true!

Which only works because THEY are part of her dream! She’s woven each of them into her life and wants them all to stay there, as themselves, leaving their mark on the mark SHE is leaving on the world.

That's just. So good. Ugh.

and Rarity getting all teared up about it <3

Also these two background ponies gave me mild gender envy. Or maybe I'm just vibing with their exhausted silence and eyebags

I'll call this one.... Jumbleboxer, because the boxes they delivered were jumbled. Or maybe Doozy Delivery? Daisy Dropoff??

And...

... Sir Trois Serene

(who is most certain-THREE calm) (and maybe a bit acerbic) (and was originally named Citrus Serene by their mom Dreamy Tangerine before realizing that's a really common fruit name combo and not very marketable in the fashion world)

[angels-hideaway]

Oleander

Toxic!pit fighter!Vi x fem! Reader

A/n- hello! I don’t think I’m really good at angst, so this is an experiment. Any feedback is welcomed! Please Enjoy🤍

(also I lost Spotify premium and I’m not paying for that shit. So please on whatever music listening app you use, listen to the songs I select for my stuff!)

PLEASE PLAY- Oleander by Mother Mother

It was meant to be a quick outing. You’d just run to the store, pick up some food, and go back home. Your plans were thwarted when you found your ex, Violet, passed out in an alley way. 

Her hair was black, sticky looking, and her makeup was running all over her face. She was a pit fighter, so she always looked a little rough. This was worse than usual though. Every instinct you had was screaming at you to turn back, or walk past her. Things didn’t work out, so you should stop caring. 

You didn’t. 

You still cared for her, and even if you didn’t want to admit it, you still loved her. 

Before you broke up, your relationship with Vi was strange. She’d come home late at night, drunk, and knuckles bleeding from countless fights. You were sort of a safe zone for her. Someone she could rely on to patch her up and lift her mood. She’d  take out her frustrations on you, whether it be physically, or just rambling to you drunkenly while laying her head on your lap. She’d pass out on your couch, or in your bed, and disappear before you woke up.

Letting your heart get the best of you, you tried your hardest to stand her up, and lean her on your shoulder. She’s gotten heavier. Her arms have only grown since the last time you saw them. Slowly, and painstakingly, you managed to get her to your apartment.

After getting her on your couch, you rested your back and arms, which were now hurting like hell. Vi stayed in her drunken sleep for maybe an hour before finally stirring. You froze. After so long, what would you say? What would she say?  Staying seated in the chair next to her, you watched her wake up slowly.

“What the fuck?..” she murmured quietly, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. She’s slowly processing her environment, and then her eyes land on you.

She’s quiet.

She stays that way for a minute before speaking. “What am I doing here?” She sounds annoyed. You hadn’t even said anything yet. “I found you blackout drunk in an alley. I was worried, so I-”

“Should’a left me there.” She mumbled, finally looking away from you and to the floor. 

“I know I should’ve. I just couldn’t. You could at least say thank you…” She scoffs. “Sorry. Thanks.” It’s silent again. You can’t help yourself from staring at her. Us been so long since you’ve seen her. Her chest is bandaged, and traces of black body paint are smeared from her neck to her chest. She looks miserable, you almost feel bad for finding her attractive in this state.

“How’ve you been? You know- I never meant for things to end like that… I wanted to say sorry but..” she’s avoiding your gaze, and her voice dies. “I’ve been fine. You?” You try and revive the conversation. “I don’t think I really need to say. Just look at me.” She sounds defeated. 

“Do you need to stay the night?” A small part of you wants her to say yes. “Uhm, I mean- I have a place, but…shit…Are you okay if I stay? I promise I won’t try anything. We’re over.” Vi seems very all over the place. Just like normal, and just as bad for you as the first time. “You can stay” she finally looks at you. “Thanks. You’re always so sweet.” She’s still a bit drunk it seems. “Mind if I uh, borrow your shower? Just to get me sober.” She motions in the direction of your bathroom. So she still knows the place by heart.

“Sure. Uhm, let me get you some soap and a towel.” You get up and go to your closet, getting her things to shower with. While you’re still digging around for your shampoo, you hear her behind you. “Hey. Maybe after I get out, can we talk? I miss you.” She sounds so pathetic. You shouldn’t indulge this, but you want to so bad.

Before you can turn around, you feel her breath on the back of your neck. When you do turn around, she has you caged between her and the closet. “Please? I’m sorry. I really am. I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. I was angry, and-and overwhelmed, and I just need you to give me another chance.” Her voice wobbles, and a heart wrenching pout is on her face.

“Vi, I’m not sure…” She caresses your cheek gently before kissing you. It’s a needy, desperate, pathetic kiss. Poisonous. You kiss her back. You can’t help it. Even the taste of alcohol doesn’t repel you. “I’m sorry.” She says between kisses, each more rough than the last.

She’s not good for you. You figured that out the last time she crashed and burned. You knew she had issues and you wished you could help, but you didn’t know how. It was all irrelevant when she kissed you though. Neither of you cared how bad the other was for you.

Her hands are all over you. They’re tracing every curve, every inch of you as if to make up for the months where they didn’t. “Vi..” she silences you with another kiss, and lifts you easily into her arms. She sets you down on your bed, kissing your cheeks and climbing on top of you. “You forgive me right? I need you, baby.” 

“I forgive you.” Your head is spinning. “Good girl… I need you. Don’t leave me ever again. Do you hear me? If you leave again, it would kill me.” Before you can even respond, she resets your brain with another mind-numbing kiss.

I’ma piece of dirt…you deserve better.” She whispers into your ear. “I know I’m shitty.” She hugs you tightly. Her muscular body begins to shudder. Is she crying? “Vi, it’s okay... Please don’t cry.” You hug her back. She lays in your arms, crying for what feels like forever. Her eyeliner and eyeshadow run down her face, staining her cheeks a dark black. “I promise I’ll be a better girlfriend this time. I’ll stop fighting, and we can go on little dates. Would you like that? Yeah?” 

You spend the whole night with Vi. She whispers promises about how much better she’ll be this time. You’re powerless against her words. You hate that you love her. You hate how much she’s got you wrapped around her finger. “I love you. You love me too, right?” She sounds so needy. Her voice is barely above a whisper. Your own face is covered in her dark lipstick and tear stains. Vi’s right. She does need you. You need her. You can’t leave her. Not again.

 “I love you, Vi.” 

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Max 📷 👀👀👀

Thank you!

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“Has what worked?” Buck asks.

“Being more fluid in your language when talking to her about dating?” Eddie asks. “I mean… Was that hard?”

Buck looks surprised for a moment. Eddie’s nerves coil tight in his stomach. 

“Uh,” Buck says, regaining his composure. “Not really? She’s so little. She doesn’t have much to compare it to. It’s not like she can remember me being romantically involved with her mom like… Like an older child might be able to do…”

Yeah Buck can see right through him. Great. 

Eddie nods slowly. “That makes sense.”

“But again, she hasn’t met anyone so…” Buck shrugs. “Guess time will tell.”

“I…” Eddie starts, but then he stops again. He’s not sure how he wants to phrase this. He’s not sure what there is to phrase.

“Whatever it is,” Buck says carefully. “You can say it. I mean, can’t be harder than the other stuff we’ve talked about, right?”

There is that. 

“I don’t actually know what I’m…” Eddie sighs. “I don’t have anything to say exactly.”

“Alright,” Buck says, accepting this.

“It’s just…” Eddie tries. “It’s just been on my mind.”

“Which part?” Buck asks.

“I’ve never dated a man,” Eddie says. “Or, uh, a person who isn’t a woman.”

“Right,” Buck nods. 

“I don’t know that I want to,” Eddie clarifies.

“Okay,” Buck keeps nodding.

“But I also don’t know that I don’t want to,” Eddie says. It feels like quite a hefty admission.

“Ah,” Buck says. “Got it.”

“It just… It wasn’t an option, in my mind, most of my life.”

“But now it is?” Buck asks.

“It’s not not an option,” Eddie says. “Or… Okay, well, after the Marisol and Kim fiasco, all I was focused on was Chris.”

“Understandably,” Buck says. 

“But when I explained the whole thing and the way I was feeling about everything to Hen and Karen, it’s just something that came up,” Eddie says. 

“I see,” Buck replies. “Wait… No, I don’t see. They really said, you fumbled women so hard, try men?”

Eddie laughs. “No. Not that. Just… Uh… I always felt like I was seeking out a relationship with a woman, and rushing through all the steps, because it was what I was supposed to do? And that it felt like performing.”

“Oh, so you…” Buck trails off.

“What?” Eddie asks. 

“You’re not talking about interest in men and women,” Buck says.

Right. He supposes he’s not.

“Yeah, I don’t… I don’t think I’ll ever date another woman. I don’t know. Maybe if I met the right person, but… Somehow I doubt that will happen.”

[a-tangled-mermaid]

Why I can never make myself ascend Astarion in my own playthroughs: AKA, I'm a sappy sucker (pun realized but not intended)

Also surprise TW: for ED I didn't think we'd get there for this but somehow we did. Nothing graphic or anything.

To me, Astarion's entire narrative feels like it seeks to answer the question: is he enough like this? Is what he can offer, moodiness, sexual trauma, centuries of abuse rattling around in his brain, confined to the dark- is that really enough for you? What else does he have to offer but his burdens? He even says as much if you break up with him in act 3 before fighting Cazador.

He doesn't think he DOES have anything to offer you. He doesn't really see just how much good there is left in himself, every piece of gentleness, kindness, softness, all of that was made to feel like his own weakness by Cazador who was made to feel that way himself by his own master.

Because that's how I see his storyline, it makes ascending him feel like saying "No. You're not. You will never be enough as you are, this is the only way, you're right."

Which is why you need to convince him, not to give up something he wants, but that you already think he IS enough. That he can be better than Cazador, not by becoming what Cazador sought to become, but by being the best parts of himself that have come through on your journey. Ascended Astarion is the way he is, in my opinion, because for all that power he now KNOWS (or thinks he does) that those parts of himself were worthless.

I also think it's very telling the way his approval works in the scene where you're convincing him not to ascend or helping him to do it.

(I LOVED this entire video btw, if you're hopelessly addicted like I am you might have already seen it but I'll link it jic)

When you get to the big moment, Astarion approves of being convinced not to go through with it, and interestingly he disapproves at the same time. But that math still works.

+3-1= +2

I feel those numbers in my SOUL every time someone validates me. I approve, because I want to believe it, I would like to think those nice things people who love me say... But I also disapprove. Because I don't believe them, not yet, even if I really want to.

It's the difference between someone helping you hide your dinner in the midst of an eating disorder and the people who tell you there is no reason to do that to yourself. You might appreciate both, but one is harder to hear, it takes more convincing, and it's also so much better for you if you listen to them.

However much the ritual probably does fuck with him and his soul and all that magicy stuff, I think I can honestly see a lot of just being... fear. Like he's always had, but now he has to pretend that it worked, that all the fear is gone, because he knows nobody, not even you, wants to see him as the spawn who wasn't enough without this profane power.

I don't know if anyone else really sees it that way, I know plenty of people love ascended Astarion but he breaks my heart. It feels so tragic. It doesn't feel like kinky roleplay, it just feels like him killing whatever softness he had left in him because he's afraid of it.

It feels like opening your heart to someone and saying "I don't think I'll ever be good enough unless I become everything my abusive controlling father told me I should want to be." and they look you in the eyes and say, "You're right."

And I can never ever bring myself to do that to him, not when I've dedicated so much time to the playthrough by that point. 😅 I'll take my little ascended Astarion clips and enjoy some of the fun dialogue he gets like anyone else but I will never be convinced ascending him is even remotely a happy ending.

(Also P.S: I understand evil playthroughs and stuff exist and you're not evil if you enjoy them/ or if your interpretation of AA is different for that matter, but I ammmm just not in a place where I can stand to feel like the world is any worse than it already is you know what I mean? Lol)

[donkoogrr]

Hey, more Uncle Eddie brainrot, but this time it's Marvel-flavoured!

This one is lazy because I have the insomnia again, thanks menstrual cycle.

I can't even be arsed to string it together confidently, this is a build-your-own prompt.

Eddie Brock broke into Drake Industries and met his future hubby there in the first Venom movie.

Tim Drake could be related to that Drake. He could be there, doing his own investigating. (This could happen at so many points in the timeline. During Young Justice? After Jack makes him quit Robin? Red Robin Gap Year? Before Tim becomes Robin? Endless potential for faffing about with canon!)

Eddie and V end up together, but so also does Tim and another symbiote.

Just. Imagine Tim and Eddie going through the first Venom movie, with Tim trying to hide his new alien buddy from his evil relative while also trying not to eat anyone. He'd figure out the trick with the Runner's High stuff quickly, I bet. Be able to afford a lot of quality chocolate. Go eat some harbor seals idk Tim is desperate not to break his morals.

He and Eddie keep in touch when he goes back to Gotham.

I really like the idea of this being a pre-Robin Tim, because then he and his symbiote get to have more fun hijinks. They're this eldritch blobby creature following Batman and Robin around. They're probably vaguely bat-shaped. Guys they might have cute lil pointy ears.

They could change canon so much and it'd be so fun to see the differences.

Eddie Brock comes to work in Gotham to stay close to his fellow host friend? Suddenly there's two Creatures hanging around and Batman is Concerned about invasive species. Green Lantern is hyperventilating at learning there are Klyntar in Gotham. Suddenly Hal has to pull off the political maneuvering of a trickster god to keep Oa from making an enemy out of Batman. (I like a Hal who gives Bruce a hard time but who will also be the first to back him up if his plan is solid. B and Hal don't let each other get away with a lot of bs. They're siblings, your honor)

Idk have some ideas I guess, I'm going to focus on projecting my cramps onto jkr.

[syntheticsymp]

I have a challenge: try to make a nikto fic wholesome >:))

AHHHH FLUFF!! MY MORTAL ENEMY!!

Jk, I have come to accept your challenge. I really need to write some more wholesome stuff because I am out of practice on that front. This fic is really short, but I also have another idea for this ask I am working on that I may or may not post once it’s finished

So, without further ado, here’s my attempted fluff piece. Sorry if it’s a little cringe hehe

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Lazy mornings with Nikto were your favorite. Most nights he couldn't fall sleep, yet would still wake up at exactly 5 in the morning. Military training instilled that internal clock in his mind, causing him to operate on a schedule you fought to keep up with.

So, whenever he actually slept in, or at least stayed in bed with you, the morning felt special.

You woke up with him staring at you. It was still startling, even after all this time. He didn't blink, his blue eyes piercing through your soul. He didn't care about your bed head or morning breath. When he said that you were his, he meant every part of you.

“Good morning, darlings,” you said with a sleepy smile. He always liked when you included his others in your nicknames, referring to him in plurals soothed a part of him that not many people understood. Besides, it was better than calling him the Russian word for ‘nothing.’

Nikto huffed, offering a slow blink as a response. He wasn't the most talkative in the morning, or ever, for that matter. You had grown used to it, fallen into sync with him.

You pushed yourself up in bed, just enough so you could roll over to the nightstand and grab the concoction of pills he was supposed to take every morning. Mood stabilizers, mainly.

He sat up with you, taking the pills without protest, swallowing without water. You made a note to remind him to drink something during breakfast, even if it was just coffee.

Coffee. That didn't sound too bad right now. Something biting, warm, to shake off your drowsiness. But you didn't want to break the quiet moment, even for the warmth of a cup of coffee. A warmth that sounded pretty nice right now.

The house was cold. It always was. The number of blankets didn't matter, the thermostat was always set in the sixties. Nikto ran far warmer than you, drawing you to him like a moth to flame.

Today was no different. You moved closer to him, each movement methodical. It took a long time for Nikto to get used to you. Every action you took you had to announce or make clear enough to not startle him. Even if he was low energy for now, that didn't mean he wouldn't snap on instinct. His mood swings were intense, but you were learning the patterns.

Softly, nearly touching but not quite, you asked permission to come closer. “Can I?”

“Да.” His accent was always stronger in the morning, soothing.

You leaned against his arm, resting your head against his shoulder. The light filtering through the window illuminated his patchy skin, casting a glow on his buzzed hair and making it seem lighter than it was. Maybe your feelings were conflicting with your vision because Nikto didn't look like a monster anymore. Just a person. A person you chose to stick beside, no matter what came next.

Slowly, like approaching an animal that could bite at any moment, you caressed the top of his hand that rested ontop of the duvet. You felt his eyes scrutinize your actions just as you were doing to his uncovered skin.

The tips of your fingers roamed over the scarred flesh, circling his joints, carefully tracing the knots as if you would accidentally irritate them. The strange burns resembled lightning, intertwining wires climbing up his arm. His scars were a part of him, but they weren't all there was to him, as much as he wanted others to believe that. He wasn’t Nikto, he wasn't Nobody, not to you.

You would have been content to stay like that forever, petting his blemishes, but Nikto had other ideas.

Without warning, he snatched your hand in his. You didn't dare pull away as he stared, seemingly trying to decide what to do next. There was a conversation in his head you simply couldn't hear.

Eventually, he pressed his lips to the palm of your hand, then gave a swift pat to your thigh. His weight on the bed shifted, nearly causing you to fall back on the flattened pillows as he stood, leaving you alone on the mattress.

The whine of disappointment you were about to give died on your lips as he stretched, his muscles flexing under a layer of fat and scars.

Beautiful in such a broken way.

You were lucky his voice was loud from the battlefield, because if not, you would have missed his next words.

“Come. We will make breakfast.”

That's all it took to get you out of bed, following him into the kitchen without a care. The rest of the world could wait. For now, nothing sounded better than Nikto’s pancakes.

[palesweetsdeer]

”Cardinal”

A small ficlet about Phil and Cowbell discovering Copia’s birth certificate. This is very stupid and very short but I like it. I’ve decided to cross post my ficlets on Tumblr, although I will keep the NSFW stuff on Ao3 only.

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“Bell put that down”, Phil instructs, lashing his tail In annoyance. 

Cowbell scoffs at him and drops the snow globe back into the carton. 

“Sorry. But do you think he really needs that? A snow globe? Since when does Copia give a shit about stuff like that?” 

Phil rolls his eyes and shakes his head, picking up one of the carton boxes and marching towards the door. 

The Ministry is bustling with people today. After Sister Imperator's death a lot had changed around the halls. The chapel had been remodeled, they had gotten new altars and they had hired a new gardener who helped the earth ghouls with keeping the lawns in check. Most importantly though, they had a new leader: Frater Imperator. Phil still thought it was weird to call him that. 

Copia didn't look like a Frater to him, but who was he to judge. 

They were currently relocating Copia's stuff into his new office, which was still in construction. The ‘unemployed' ghouls, aka Cowbell and Phil, had to help. They really didn't do much else anyway. Phil worked in PR, together with Tobias, but Cowbell… He had no other job than to appear on some shows and when there were none… he was redundant and hung around the den all the time. 

Both of them weren't as high ranking as any other ghoul, which led to many chores, that would normally be taken care of by Siblings of Sin, being passed onto them.

“Maybe it's important to him. I already told you to stop looking through his stuff! You could get punished for that. You wanna get sent back to the pits?”, Phil snarls and he sees the way Cowbell bristles.

His hackles rise and he lashes his tail, sending Phil an irritated look. 

“Don't say that”, he grumbles and moves to catch up to Phil, his hooves clacking on the marble floor.

“It's the truth though. I'm just looking out for you”, Phil murmurs and flicks his boney tail to wrap around Cowbell's tassel in a gentle, apologetic squeeze.

They walk in silence, moving through the corridors and long hallways, greeting the people they come across, who seem just as busy and stressed as them. 

When they finally arrive at Imperator’s office, Phil pushes the door open with his shoulders and looks around. 

The whole place is a mess. Plastic banners hang from the walls, protecting them from the paint on the newly decorated ceiling. There’s buckets with brushes, spatulas and other tools all over the place and the furniture is pushed up in one corner next to the fireplace, also covered in plastic. The entire room reeks of novelty and unfamiliarity. 

Phil wrinkles his nose and puts his box down next to the covered desk. 

“Woah”, Cowbell comments, staring up at the high, rounded ceiling. He twirls around in a circle and walks into the middle of the room to take it all in, mouth hanging open in awe. “This is so cool!” 

Phil looks over and feels his lips quirk up to a small smile. 

“Yeah, they did a good job, I suppose.“ He points to his own carton on the floor. “Just put your stuff down here and let's go, we still have plenty more boxes to go.” 

Cowbell nods to him and saunters over, crouching down to set his container on the floor.  Phil stretches his arms over his head and rolls the sleeves of his jacket up over his elbows, cracking his back. 

“Mmm~ If everything goes well, we’ll be done this evening-”

”No way!” 

Phil flinches and turns around and blinks at Cowbell, who’s pulled out a rectangular piece of paper from the box he’d been carrying. The PR manager squints and walks closer. 

“The fuck is that?”, he asks and crouches down next to the taller ghoul. 

Cowbell grins and waves the scrap of paper in front of his face. It looks important but Phil can’t read the small scribbles on it. He curses under his breath and pulls out his glasses, squinting to get a closer look. 

“Copia’s fucking birth certificate.” 

Phil looks at him in disbelief. 

“No.” 

“Yes!” 

Phil blinks in confusion and when the words finally register, he grabs the piece of paper and rips it from Cowbell’s hand. 

“Shit- Why do you have that?! You shouldn’t touch that!” 

Cowbell yelps and scrambles to get the certificate back, pushing his hand into Phil’s face to distract him. Phil hisses and bites at the ghoul’s fingers but is pushed over with a simple shove, the page getting snatched out of his hand. Once more he’s reminded just how much stronger than him Cowbell is.

“Gimme. This is some quality shit, look!”, Cowbell grabs his collar and pulls him up again, pushing the paper right into his face and tapping his index claw against the line with the name. ”Read it, Phil!” 

Phil bristles and wants to protest again but then his eyes catch a few of the letters and he can’t help but read the whole thing. He pauses and flicks his tail in confusion, furrowing his brow. 

“What-? Cardinal..? His name’s fucking-”

”Cardinal ’Copia’ and then a blacked out last name!”, Cowbell howls, grinning wide enough to have his fangs bore into his lower lip. “That’s his name! His legal fucking name is Cardinal! Hahah!” 

Sputtering in disbelief, Phil takes the certificate and reads through it. He frowns deeper, his tail curling around his foot in concentration. 

“He was born in Italy… 1970. ‘70? He’s 54 years old?? Wow, he doesn’t look like it at all…” 

“And he was fat!”, Cowbell points at the physical details. 

Phil hisses and swats at the ghoul’s horn, tugging at it in a scolding manner. 

“10 pounds isn’t fat.” 

“But it’s not average either! The average baby boy should weigh 7 pounds at birth~”, he snickers and then whines a little when Phil bites at his cheek. 

“Mind your manners, Bell”, he murmurs but continues to read nonetheless. “It doesn't state a father and no last names either… how weird.” 

“And no hospital. It just says ‘Italy’.” 

Phil shrugs. 

“Maybe he was born at home..?” 

“Maybe. And you… you don’t find this funny at all?”, Cowbell points at the name again. 

Phil looks at him. The ghoul is smiling widely, clearly barely suppressing a laugh. Phil sighs and then nods, his lips quirking into a grin. 

“Yes, it’s funny.” 

“IT’S SO FUCKING FUNNY, COME ON! His name’s fucking ‘Cardinal Copia’! Hahah!” 

Phil can’t help but snicker a little, holding a hand in front of his face to stifle his noises. Cowbell doesn't seem to give a shit and throws his head back, howling with laughter. 

They cower next to each other, giggling for a while until a low voice sounds from behind them. 

“Ghouls. Something funny?” 

Phil shrieks and flinches, instinctively throwing the birth certificate back into the box. He jumps up and straightens his pants, turning around to face Mr. Psaltarian. 

“No, Sir. We’re taking care of… relocating Frater Imperator’s belongings”, he explains, doing his best to keep the tremble out of his voice. 

Cowbell doesn’t say anything. He remains, crouching on the floor, his tail twitching nervously, hackles rising. 

Psaltarian cocks his head and raises a brow. 

“I see. Is this everything?”, he asks, pointing at the two small boxes with the tip of his shoe. 

Phil shakes his head. 

“No, Sir. We still have a few more to take care of.” 

The man nods and steps out of the doorframe to give them space. 

“You shouldn’t waste time then, should you?” 

“No, Sir, of course not.” 

Phil grabs Cowbell by the hand, tugs him to his feet and hurries him out of the room, both of them nodding respectfully to Psaltarian as they pass by him. Phil’s heart is thumping against his ribs as they rush down the halls like little kids getting caught doing something forbidden. Which… was basically what had happened. 

He only allows himself to relax once they’re a few corridors away and he can’t smell Psaltarian anymore. 

“What a buzzkill”, Cowbell mutters and stretches his neck. “Fuck…”, his lips twitch into a grin. “Cardinal-“ 

Phil whacks him across the back of the head but can’t quite stop himself from smiling.