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songforeddiemunson · 6 months

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Dear Tinseldick

For the @stcreators event 03: comfort

Dear Tinseldick

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Actor!Fem!Reader (description vague apart from use of she/her pronouns)

Summary: Reader had a rough day at work and Eddie helps to cheer her up

Warnings/Tropes: Established relationship, pure comfort and fluff but content warning for body talk, body image issues and fatphobia, language, people being awful shits. Blink-and-you'll-miss-it naughty talk.

Note: One day I was daydreaming about what couples "in the industry" must vent about and I imagined this is something most actors would have to deal with at least at some point, if not all the time. I tried to treat the issue with the sensitivity and nuance that it deserves.

Word Count: 1500

Eddie stepped into your rented condo in LA, tossing his keys on the table by the door. "Babe, are you home?“ he called.

“Out here,” you responded. Eddie followed your voice and found you out on the balcony deck. The house stood with its back deck facing the Pacific Ocean, on the edge of a small cliff. There was a large porch suspended over the precipice, with a set of wooden stairs leading the 20 feet or so down to the beach. You stood leaning against the balcony railing with your back to him as he stepped onto the porch; you held a glass of wine in one hand and a wadded-up ball of tissues in the other.

“There you are,” he smiled, and walked over to you, putting his arms around your waist. You sniffled. Eddie leaned back a bit to try to get a better look at you. "Hey– is everything alright? Did your audition not go well?"

“No,” you murmured. “No it did not.” You turned to face him, and only then could he see your red-rimmed eyes and the tracks of tears upon your cheeks.

“Oh babe,” he soothed, hugging you to his chest. "I’m sorry. What happened?“

You sniffled against his shirt for a moment before pulling away, wiping your eyes hastily with the tissue in your hand.

"It was going wonderfully. And I’m not just saying that– I know I fucking nailed it. And then the casting director had the gall to look me in the face and tell me…” you broke off as you fought tears.

Eddie ran his hands along your arms, making soothing noises. "Oh honey, don’t cry.” The idea of you being upset was just too devastating for your man. “What did he say to you?“

You took an angry swig of your wine before you continued. "He told me I’d be perfect– if I lost weight.” You took yet another gulp of wine as Eddie’s mouth fell open with shock.

“But–” he stammered. "But that’s insane! There’s nothing wrong with the way you look!“

You laughed bitterly. "I mean, I’ve always been comfortable with my body, but apparently there’s a casting director who feels differently.“

Eddie seemed, for once, to be at a total loss for words. He sputtered in indignation for a moment before he shook his head and gathered himself. "I want to beat his ass right now. Where’s this guy’s office?”

You laughed, somewhat touched. “As much as I’d love to have you throttle the bastard, he’s not worth it.”

Eddie scowled. “Fine, fine, but that loser is going to get a nice Christmas card in the mail from me, with a lovely little ‘go fuck yourself’ message. Nobody upsets my girl and gets away with it.” He sighed, allowing his frustration to show. “You know you can’t listen to that idiot. You’re perfect, honey.”

“Please, Eddie. Nobody’s perfect,” you shook your head.

“Don’t argue!” he grinned. “You are perfect to me! Everyone else can shove it; what they think doesn’t matter.”

"But it does matter," you cried, your voice breaking. "Things have been going so well with my career. I know that there can be real assholes in the industry, but I just thought I had established myself enough that I didn’t have to jump through these ridiculous hoops!" You finished the last bit of wine in your glass and had to fight the urge to throw it off the balcony. "Pardon the cliche, but I feel so…objectified!”

Eddie shook his head sadly. “It’s not a cliche if it’s true. I know, love. Believe me, I do. I had a terrible time in the beginning– I’ve told you some of the stories… the shit that people expected me to do; the things that people said about me. But I kept going, and you will too.” He grasped your arms and bent to look directly into your eyes. "That casting director is a fool. Don’t let tinseldicks like him get you down.“

You managed a small smile. "Tinseldick?”

He nodded. “Yes babe. The shiny skinny things you put all over the Christmas tree. It’s skinny like his dick.”

You burst out laughing. “I know what tinsel is! I just don’t think I’ve heard that particular turn of phrase before.”

“He deserves a special one,” he said with a mischievous gleam in his eye. It faded quickly as his expression turned serious, however. "I love you, you know. With all of my heart, body and soul. I’d be lost without you. Do you believe that?"

You chuckled softly, without humor. "Sometimes I actually do have trouble believing it; that you’re all mine, especially when total strangers force me to second-guess everything."

"You think I don’t feel that way too sometimes? My career might be booming, but I still feel scared. I doubt myself, get self-conscious. Sometimes right before I walk out on stage I have to talk myself out of a full-blown panic attack because I’m like, 'what am I doing here? Who do you think you are'?"

Eddie placed a soft kiss on your forehead and smoothed your hair away from your face. "You must not let this industry change you. You are beautiful and amazing, and you should always remember that."

You felt that you could melt away into a puddle at his words. "You are amazing, and you deserve all the success in the world. Your anxiety is lying to you." You pressed a firm kiss to his soft lips to show him you meant every word. “I love you, Eddie,” you added. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Darling, you bewitched me just by being you.”

He pulled you tightly to him again, and held you for a moment. You sighed against his chest, drinking in the scent of him, and realized that the majority of your anguish had been dispelled. It was nearly impossible to remain upset in Eddie’s presence; the man was quite literally a walking ray of sunshine.

You looked up into his chocolate eyes and smiled.

Eddie smiled back. "Feel better?"

"Yes, actually. You always know how to cheer me up; thank you. I just wish dealing with jerks wasn’t part of my job."

He sighed in acknowledgement. "I know babe. This whole industry is so pretentious and fake, and everyone is either a kiss-ass or a megalomaniac. But we soldier on. By the way, thank you for not throwing your wine glass off the balcony."

That surprised you. "How did you know I was thinking of doing that?”

“I know you better than you realize, babe. Also, you looked at the sand and raised your arm ever so slightly–”

“Shut your mouth,” you said with an impish grin, and tickled his waist. He darted away, laughing. "I ought to throw YOU off the balcony!"

He grinned. "Would you settle for throwing me into bed instead? I’ve had a long day, and I haven’t seen you naked in…oh, nine hours."

"It’s a deal," you said, and he put his arm over your shoulder. You walked to the house together, but you had to separate to walk through the doorway in single-file. As you stepped in front of him, he gave your butt a light smack.

"Hey, nice ass," he said. "Don’t ever change it."

"You’re going to get it," you taunted, and tickled him again.

"Promise?" he replied, laughing, and you gave chase through the house.

A couple taking a nighttime stroll below on the beach looked up, startled, at the sounds of giggling and bellowing laughter that drifted down upon them from above. "Someone up there is having a good night," one said to the other.

It turned out to be true.

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thatfailedpokemontrainer · 8 months

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Pelipper- no wait. no that's a Honchkrow. Honchkrow Mail!

[It drops off a surprisingly big box.]

[Carefully wrapped in some tissue paper is Mari's Zephyr badge, sitting at the very top, with a note from Sprite. The note reads:

"Mari. Here's your badge back. I know you probably beleive me when I say I didn't take it.

You mean a lot to me still. But I hurt you, and I live with the guilt of that everyday. I don't think I'm ever going to be fully over what happened.

You hurt me too Mar. You made me feel small and insignicant a lot of the time, I know it wasn't on purpose but it still happened. I spent four years living alone, isolating myself because of what I did. I feel like I have served my punishment for what happened. I haven't forgiven myself yet, but I hope to one day

You were my everything Mar, but I don't know if we can be in each others lives anymore without hurting each other. I want nothing but the best for you, and I hope that you don't think I think any less of you than I did.

Oh yeah. Heres this too."]

[A photo is attached, two teens hug from the side giving a thumbs up at the camrea, Mari and Sprite. They look no older than 11-12 years old, standing outside Voilet city gym. Written on the photo is "we got the badge!!" along with scrubblies drawing a cartoony devil tail and horns on sprite and a plant sprouting from Mari's head. Lucain the chikorita, sits on her shoulder]

[There's a much shorter note from Indigo as well:

"Mari. I wish you good luck. There are a few things in this box that should help you. Use the burn cream on all of Lucian's burns twice a day. Email the burn specialist and say that Indigo sent you, he won't charge you. Live a good life."]

[The rest of the box contains three mason jars of grass-type burn cream, a small business card with a referral for a burn specialist in Unova, a few packets of tapu coco, a large neatly folded blanket, a few pokemon toys, and a few freshly baked berry tarts.]

[A photo is attached, Mari isn’t smiling but she has the badge attacked on her chest. She is staring down the camera, her cheeks stained with tears.]

You bet you hurt me. But I also hurt you as well. Said some shitty things I can’t take back, you did actions that can’t be reversed. We’re even. You don’t mean much to me Sprite, going to be honest, tried to forget you best I could after it all happened. Didn’t know this hurt you so much. Forgive yourself.. not that I care, just- it’s been too long for you.

I’ll always be sorta mad about things, guess it’s who I am as a person. Best if we aren’t involved, good we made that clear on our ends.

Um.. Nana- or Alicia I think her name is, is offering a place to stay. Keep me and my team safe. I don’t think I deserve it, people were too nice to me. But- I think it’s something for me in order to get better.

[Another photo is attached underneath, Mari is also seen with the photo, she holds it up to camera with a frown.]

Don’t know what I’ll do with this either. We looked happy, I was happy getting it. I’m- happy I got it back now.

[One last photo is attached, all the items Mari received in this time are visible. All of her team is on the blanket cuddled into one another, and Mari has placed the pride flag over them in a blanket of sort, a tart is in her mouth and despite everything, there is a little, little bit of hope in her eyes.]

Again.. I don’t think I deserve any of this, but thank you Professor. I’ll see how I go with the cream and I might- go see that specialist..

Both of you, and anyone else who has shown me any bit of undeserved kindness, I hope you all live a good life too. The world is too harsh for us, and people suck. I’m one of them. But- uh, a little bit of kindness goes a long way. Talk things out with people, don’t get into fucking arguments. Be civil, be good, and have fun with your Pokémon, you never know when one battle can end it all.

#Mari (≖､≖╬)#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotumblr #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokemon #pkmn

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nymphiya · 4 months

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Pelipper Mail!

It’s a small, pale blue box wrapped in pink ribbon. The inside is stuffed with sparkly tissue paper, protecting three draw-string bags. One bag contains novelty erasers! Some are shaped like sandwiches, others like macarons, and a handful are shaped like Pokémon (most of which are Alcremie, on further inspection). Another contains a bag of various sweets, like gummy Orthworms and human-safe Ribbon Sweets. The final bag contains a handwoven bracelet with an intricate, diamond-like pattern! The thread is a mixture of pale pinks and deep magenta, and is incredibly soft to the touch.

There’s a note, too! The delicate handwriting is somewhat contrasts the glittery blue, Oran Berry-scented ink used:

Dear Diwata,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I must thank you once again for those keychains! I did indeed start crying when I realized just how many there were, but rest assured they were tears of joy, not misery. I shall make attempts to convince my sister to put one on her bag in due time. It pains me to admit she is not an Alcremie enjoyer, but I believe it will only be a matter of time before her defenses crumble and she relinquishes. …Uh, on another note, Sugar really likes the one that looks like her! It's very cute :)

I do hope you like the gifts in return. I haven’t made a bracelet in quite some time, so I admit I’m rather rusty. Please do tell me if it’s too tight or loose!

Thank you once again, ~Gilli (●^◡^●)

(@blueberry-gills)

//If you need the letter in uncolored text let me know!

AAAAAHHH ?!?

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLYBSHITHRJ

WHEN . WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO GIVE ME SOMETHING BACK ,,,, I DIDDN THINK YOU MEANT SO SOON !? DNDBDNFBD !!!!

WAHH ,,, ☹️☹️☹️ YOURE LITERALLY SUCH A SWEETHEART GILL

this is all so cute oh my arc . . I DONT KNOWNWHAT TO SAY !! DBNSBD OVERWHELMED ^_^ /POS

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THE BRACELET AND OTHER LITTLE KNICK KNACKS !!! I APPRECIATE THEM AND YOU SO MUCH <3333

#it is so so soft #i am never taking this bracelet off #also because im scared i might lose it 😞😞#i am however eating the candy as i type so #ehehehe ^_^#these silly little erasers make me smile so much too #blueberry-gills #pelipper mail #ask answered #pokeblr #rotomblr #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokeblog roleplay #pkmn rp #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl

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timeofjuly · 8 months

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doing essays but can’t help think of quinn and MC GAHHH their so cigarettes out the window by TV girl coded 🤕💔💔💔💔 been listening to a lot of TV girl and thinking of them 😵‍💫

Adding that to my mc/Quinn playlist IMMEDIATELY oh my god, literally the perfect song. Here’s a suitably depressing fic that I wrote listening to it on loop, thank you so much! TW for alluded to drug use at the end.

there will be no answer

Quinn’s cleaning out your side of the closet when she unearths your leather jacket. It’s crammed right at the back, fallen from its hanger, sandwiched between the wood and your winter coats.

She pulls it free and then holds it up into the bright yellow artificial light streaming from the bedroom ceiling. It’s an old, beaten-up thing; it had already lived a full life when you’d dug it up from the bottom of the bargain bin at Goodwill and it’s even more well-loved now. It’s decorated with a handful of pins, all of which Quinn recognises and some of which she had purchased for you herself. They clink against each other as she turns the jacket from left to right, little bits of metal and plastic commemorating places you’ve been to, bands you like, things you find funny.

She flips the jacket to reveal the tag and sees where you’d written your name in thick, black sharpie. You had liked the idea of passing it on, maybe back to another thrift shop, with your name on it. You’d thought it would be a fun bit of history for whoever picked it up next.

Quinn traces the letters on the tag with her fingertip and says your name aloud for the first time in weeks. The sound sits in the otherwise silent bedroom like an unwelcome guest, sticking in the emptiness and making your absence all the more apparent.

Quinn can’t remember seeing the jacket since last winter, so you mustn’t’ve realised it was at the back of the closet. That makes sense. Out of all of your items of clothing, this is the one that she thinks you might want back. If she knew where you were, she’d mail it to you, but she doesn’t. She has no idea where you are.

She sits down on the beige carpet and splays the jacket over her legs, feeling like a big child with a too-small blanket. Beside her sit two trash bags, one for clothes to be thrown away, and the other for what’s in good enough condition to be donated. There is no bag for things that she’s allowing herself to keep.

Her own suitcase sits open atop the bed, full of her own neatly folded things. The rest of the contents of the bedroom sits in boxes strewn around her, all labelled up and ready to be taken to her new apartment.

Going through your things is the only thing left to do.

Warmth prickles at her eyes and she clenches her fists into the jacket. The leather is soft and supple, but it’s cold. She gives into her base nature and raises it, burying her face into it.

The jacket smells like you. It smells like your shampoo and your perfume and the brand of hairspray you like and cigarette smoke and when she goes digging through the pockets, she finds an old, battered carton of cigarettes, a tube of lipstick, as well as a faded receipt for a loaf of bread, a dozen eggs, and a bouquet of flowers.

And now she’s crying. Great. Shame there’s no tissues stashed away in one of your pockets because she’s packed her own away in a box in the bathroom, so she needs to get up and use a wad of toilet paper to dry her tears. It’s the cheap kind and it disintegrates into little papery balls against her face, so she has to stick her head underneath the tap to wash them away.

Afterwards, she stares into her red, puffy eyes in the bathroom mirror, and begs herself to get a fucking grip.

This is why she’s avoided doing this for so long – for four months, actually. She’s too weak. The only reason she’s doing it now is because the lease is up and despite her stupid, sentimental heart, even she’s not pathetic enough to cart your stuff all the way into a new city.

That, and she promised her friends that she’d do it. They’d offered to help her, which is lovely of them, but the idea of someone else in your shared bedroom, going through your things, makes her stomach turn. This room, this apartment, is only for the two of you, nobody else. Even now, four months after you had dumped her over the phone from your bed in some wilderness rehab, Quinn still feels like she’s living with a ghost. Your presence is saturated in every square inch of this place and even if she wanted to (and she doesn’t), she’d never be able to get you out.

Your parents think that a change of scenery will do her good. They told her this with tired eyes and furrowed brows, crushed by the knowledge that their daughter and their daughter’s would-be murderer are the same person. They had invited her over for dinner shortly after the breakup, and your mother had held Quinn tightly and had buried her face into her hair to hide her tears. Your father had told Quinn that they would always have a place for her at their table. That their door would always be open for her, whether you’re there or not.

Quinn’s own parents have told her nothing at all because she hasn’t spoken to them in almost a year. That, at least, is a blessing. It’s been years since she’s had to deal with them without you. She’s not sure that she remembers how.

She returns back to the bedroom and picks the jacket up off of the carpet. The pins rattle. She takes a deep, bracing breath and holds it, looking between the two trash bags. They’re both almost full; she really has done her best, getting rid of it all.

Quinn exhales in a rush that makes her slightly dizzy. She folds the jacket into a neat square and places it into her suitcase, burying it right at the bottom. This is the only thing left to her. She can allow herself it, at least.

.......

In a city somewhere else, your bare arms prickle with goosebumps. The moon is huge and bright overhead, a silvery stain against the sleet of the sky. There are no stars to be seen here, light pollution having bleached them away decades ago, but even if there were, you wouldn’t bother looking up at them. The night is young and your skin buzzes with the happiness you had injected into it only a moment ago.

Another chill moves through you. For a moment, you wish you had a jacket to pull over your shoulders, or someone’s arm to curl up underneath, but then a wave of syrupy rhapsody envelopes your body, like the coziest, most comforting hug, or like submerging yourself into a blissfully hot bath. The cold washes away like it had never been there at all.

#asks #quinn/reader #silver string #thank you anon! this was a blast to write #*slapping Quinn on the back of the head* this bad boy can fit so much angst in it #I hope your essays are going well!#tw: drug mention #the electrician #quinn lawson #rtc music suggestions

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celestial1 · 2 years

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letterbox love notes

Listening to the sound of the rain in the dark Narcissus flowers bloom on my eyelids. The quiet paints lilac brushstrokes on the floor and I am cradled in a crib of memories, head resting in a nook where the door meets the wall. The house opens one idle eye; slitted, feline, purple-tinge cold to touch and colder to press my ear to.

The breath of the outside floods in through the letterbox.

Amidst scattered leaflets and mail and the four corners of a postage stamp, she writes love notes into my lips. Lemon and ginger. Kisses that linger. Pulling me closer by the belt loops of my jeans so we are hidden by the bowed head of an umbrella. Breath misting the air, we wear one fleece and watch our reflections hurry down the street to eat ice cream in the rain.

‘I bet nobody’s ever done this with you before’ she says, Clearing the salt and pepper from the kitchen table. ‘Nobody’ I try to write, scribbling poetry on the back cover of the map. I am realising one language isn’t enough. Personne, nadie, niemand… Mahal kita. But I missed something she said and now she’s turning off the light.

Counting out love with cups of tea which stamp beige circles on the arm of the settee; a constellation of footprints marching across the history of - ‘Would you like another cup?’ ‘Yes please’. And my heart unfolds like origami;

A swan, unfolding her paper wings only to realise they are tissue and the moon can peer in through the window and I wonder why her eyes are damp when I can hear rain on the roof. No cup of tea can disintegrate me Like the tears which she drops on my arms as I hold her and try not to shake; try not to break apart. Since when could I feel my heart? Perhaps since my bones became prison bars.

But then I’m singing in the car. Mariah Carey, even though it’s only just November and the weather says ‘no sign of a white Christmas’. All those quiet spaces, are held within light that streams through a window pane. Sadness, contentment, tenderness, stenciled on the wall like framed portraits; somewhere behind us held between bricks of slate. We will bury them when love notes are pushed through the door and curl up on the doorstep to sleep.

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a-spell-a-rebel-yell · 2 years

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July

hello everyone, welcome back for another monthly update! hoping you guys are well wherever and whenever.

this month thankfully not much happened, just a few highlights here and there. let's start with the most important one: i was chosen as my childhood best friend's bridesmaid!!!

not like the commonly find bridesmaid rite these days, i actually was given a list of tasks since my friend didn't have an event organizer. i got to be the 'mobile' bridesmaid meaning i had to follow along my friend and her husband, keeping a bag with me filled with water, tissue, all of our phones, basically essentials while the couple greeted the guests. there were three bridesmaids, the other two are my best friend's best friends in high school. i'm glad to announce i made friends with them too! 😂 during the wedding ceremony, the bridesmaids got to walk the bride to the place where the soon-to-be newly weds gave their vows. it was super tiring, i was already at the venue since 5.30 AM and also one of the last few people leaving at 3 PM, but spending time with my longtime best friend (and her husband lol) made it worthwhile.

the best part of July might be when i finally get to go to Tasikmalaya, my hometown! i think i can safely say this city is my comfort place. though the water is icy cold, the air is so fresh and i always feel calm looking at the surrounding green. i got to visit my grandparents' graves, i've missed them so much. it was a healing trip, even though it was just for a short 2 days 2 nights journey.

then mid July got me into a lil headache. the story goes like: i bought a DW plush doll, the original vintage one, a preloved one that i found it from eBay for my mum's bday. a friend of mine went to the United States for holidays so i consigned her to get it, and she said i can use her friend's Manhattan NY apartment address to ship the doll to. this one went well actually, bought it for $18 and shipping fee $8, so in total $26 or Rp 391.000,- roughly. then it went downhill: my mistake was not checking back with my friend whether she would be returning to her friend's Manhattan apartment, while i already gave the green light for another friend of mine to ship a monkey NASA keychain to the same address. you guessed it, my friend already moved state to Boston MA! and when i asked if she would go back she said yes to NY but it'll be to Brooklyn NY (which is $100 in Uber fare if she were to go back to Manhattan NY) so i was super frustrated! this might mean i 'lost' my other friend's package because my friend couldn't get ahold of it. in a flurry i ordered another of the very same keychain to the Brooklyn NY apartment my friend will go back to, but this time she said i only have time until July 25th before she move to another state. desperate, i chose USPS' Priority Mail service though it costed me $9 just for shipping while the keychain is just $7 lol. the drama was the tracking didn't update for a whole day!!! i cried literally cried big fat tears because i thought my package went missing or will arrive late, but alhamdulillah thank God it arrived early on July 22. now it's all good, just currently waiting for my friend to go back home to Indonesia on August 5 to get my packages hehe

a nice closure to July would be seeing lots of my seniors getting accepted at favorite universities for their postgraduate and second professional degree school! i aspire to reach the same step one day, let's hope it all goes well!

other than those mentioned above, really, nothing much happened and i love it hahaha i will never stop emphasizing how i love my mundane and quiet life.

idk if this is end note worthy but i don't have a crush towards anyone anymore LMAO at least for now! this topic has been plaguing my mind for a while, i even considered have i not yet truly moved on from my past, but really after long hours of talking to myself i figured out it's just me finding it grueling to have a new love interest... and honestly? i'm very comfortable like this anyway, i'm so much more focused on my personal stuffs including continuing higher education and extending my career 😆

that's all for this month. see ya in August!

#alhamdulillah #a day in my life #step by step is all it takes

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tobitofunction · 2 years

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Oh baby Pt 3

more to come as I really love the idea of dad daichi

Part1 Part2 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10 part11 part12 Part13 part14 part15 part16 part17 part18

You slowly made your way downstairs, both of your parents seemed to be back from their trip.” Yes dad?” you asked, your dad quickly turned around, “What is this?” He asked holding up a piece of paper,” I..”,” It’s a letter from the doctor for the bill for an ultrasound. Are you pregnant?” he asked failing to stay calm, you didn’t answer but just started at your feet playing with the hem of your cheer skirt,” ANSWER ME”,” Yes” you gulped a tear falling from your eyes,” How stupid can one person be, getting yourself knocked up like street Whore” he continues to shout. Meanwhile, your mom stood in silence, she didn’t look at you, no attempt to keep her husband calm,” You have two options, getting that thing removed from your body and never seeing that boy again or to leave and never contact us again. If your adult enough to get pregnant you can also live on your own” he said,” Please Dad, I’m sorry Daichi and I -“,” CHOOSE NOW”.

Meanwhile, Daichi came out of the shower when he saw your voicemail, a small smile spread on his lips, he quickly called you back but was just hit with your voice mail. “Hey baby, I heard your message. I’m excited to hear your answer, I love you no matter what. Call me once you hear this”, Daichi then got dressed when he heard his phone vibrate,” Hey-”,” Daichi, can you come and get me, please? My parents found out and kicked me out of the house. I don’t know where else to go” you said, hiccuping thought the sentence. “ Of course meet me at Ukai’s shop,” he said.

You readjusted your bag while walking towards Ukai’s, it was slowly getting dark again and the weather in Japan was still cold. You arrived at Ukai’s and saw the coach reading his newspaper, he gave you a wave which you returned. You hoped that he didn’t see your tear-streaked face but he apparently did when a box of tissues appeared next to you. “You must be Daichi’s girl, wanted to talk to you at practice but never got the chance to,” he said sitting down next to you,” Daichi told you?”,” Well, he bought some pregnancy tests from me, so it’s either you or he got someone else pregnant but from how you look I guess it’s you and that your parent’s kicked you out” Ukai patted your head sympathetically,” You properly will need a job and luckily for you, I’m looking for staff and from what specs keep saying about you I trust you not set the store one fire while I’m gone” your eyes widen,” Wait so you're saying I’m able to work here?” he nodded with a smile,” From next week on, we can work around your school and club activities, the same with Daichi if wants it”. Before you knew it, you threw yourself at Ukai, letting out a grunt,” Okay kid, let go of me before people start getting the wrong idea” he said, gently peeling you off him. “ I know it’s not my place to ask, but will you keep it?”, you were about to open your mouth when you saw Daichi running towards you. “ Daichi” you mumbled running into his arms,” I’m so sorry, how could they do this?”,” My dad said he didn’t want to have a whore at his house and gave me an ultimatum either I get rid of the baby and never see you again or I never come back home,” you said,” I guess who went with the second option”,” I love you too much to never see you again Dai and I want to keep this baby and raise them with you” you smiled making his eyes widen with happiness, he swung you around gleefully,” Dai, careful” you giggled, he then carefully let you back on your feet and kissed you,” As I told your girl, you two can have a job in my store, we will work something out but now Y/N needs to rest”.

Daichi grabbed your bag and with his other he grabbed your hand, rubbing the skin softly ” Is this everything?”,” they only gave me 10 minutes to back up my stuff, you still have that spare key right?” Daichi nodded,” We can go directly after school to get the rest, they won’t be there until much late” Daichi hummed,” Yeah and tomorrow is teacher’s conference so there won’t be any training for us” he said.

Arriving at Daichi’s house-made your hands become sweaty, what if they also kick you out and Daichi, where would your live?.” I’m home again and Y/N is also here” before you could register Daichi’s two youngest siblings came running in and jumped at you,” Y/N, we missed you. Are going to stay for dinner?” his sister asked, as his brother still was hugging you,” Where is Mom?” Daichi asked peeling his brother off you,” Cooking dinner, Dad is helping her”. Daichi gave your hand a squeeze before walking with you towards the kitchen.

“Daichi, your back where did-” Daichi’s mom began but stopped once seeing you and your tear-stained face.” Honey, what happened?” she asked worriedly making Daichi’s dad turn as well.” Mom, Dad, we have something to tell you” Daichi began as you clang to his arm, Daichi took a deep breath,” Y/N parent’s kicked her out because....because she is pregnant and, and we are planning to keep the baby,” Daichi said, silence filled the room, only the sound of the rice cooker filled the room. “ I’m so sorry for ruining your son's life but-”,” Honey you didn’t ruin anything, I won’t say I’m happy about this but what happened happened and we can't change that,” she said walking over to you and drying your tears. Meanwhile, Daichi’s dad still stayed quiet, which made both of you nervous,” Y/N, did my son force you to have sex with him without a condom? Or what happened?” he asked taking you back,” No, sir. He didn't, we were always safe..maybe the condom broke, it happens” you said nervously. Daichi’s dad looked between the two of you,” Son, can we speak for a while alone?” Daichi nodded.

The two men went to the corridor, leaving you and his mom talking in the kitchen.” Did you do anything to that-”,” What no? Why would I and before you ask neither would Y/N” Daichi hissed,” Okay, I believe you but you know have a responsibility for her and the baby, I don’t want to hear that you two broke up and that she is raising the baby by herself, got it? I didn’t raise you like that?” Daichi nodded,” I would never leave her or the baby”. Daichi's dad smiled and patted his son’s shoulder,” She can stay here, don’t want my grandchild and daughter in law to be in some kind of danger. However thanks to you we now have to talk about safe sex with your siblings. As I don’t want a repeat of this”.

#daichi x fem reader #daichi sawamura x you #daichi x pregnant!reader #daichi x you #daichi sawamura x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #dad!daichi x reader #dadchi

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess.

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help.

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed.

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!”

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this.

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.”

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.”

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #mammon obey me #mammon #mammon avatar of greed #shall we date mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #tw angst

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buckyhoney-library · 3 years

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volume control, b.b

A/N: Hope all is well, please give me feedback about what you think about this one, I had a lot of fun writing this one!

Request: Hi, I'm not sure if your taking requests right now. But if you are, could you do a Bucky x reader smut where the reader loses her voice so Bucky tries to see how loud she can get in bed without her voice? Thank you. You're an amazing writer.

Warnings: language, 18+, overstimulation, oral (fem rec), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex (no glove, no love)

Word Count: 2.8k

Your POV

The warm ginger flavored tea cooled the burning sensation of my throat. It seemed to be the only thing that I had tried that had calmed the feeling. Laryngitis had made an appearance this week, completely wrecking the use of my voice. Every time I tried to speak; I sound like a boy going through puberty.

The last couple of days had the worst in terms of soreness- luckily that part is over. All that seems to be left of the illness is the voice cracks and inability to talk about a whisper. It has become more annoying than anything.

Every time respond to Bucky, you could see the amount of self-control it was taking not to laugh or make a joke about the croaking.

Dressed in only black spandex and a t-shirt, I pulled myself off the couch with my empty mug in hand. The couch seemed to be my home for the past week. I had called out of work for the week. Knowing that trying to talk to clients while sounding like a pubescent boy wouldn’t be very professional.

Calling out of work had proven to be more beneficial in more ways than one. It allowed more time to be able to spend more time with my moody boyfriend and catching up on shows that I had been putting off.

Bucky called off his avengers’ duties this week and took care of me while I wrestled with the illness. Trading in his weapons for running to the store to grab more boxes of tea, throat lozenges, and a variety of ramen.

“How many of those have you been though?” Bucky questions walking past me pouring the hot water in my mug.

I pulled out a fresh box, ripping the cardboard lid open. It really did seem like we tried everything to relieve the pain. Spoons of honey, throat lozenges, saltwater, nothing helped other than tea. This means I have been drinking it like a madwoman.

“This is the second box since last night,” My voice cracking at the end. We’re making slight progress, the voice cracks getting further apart. I gesture to the bottle of honey; he grabs it from the counter handing it to me, shaking his head.

“You should probably slow down, you’re not gonna have enough for later.”

“That’s why I have you to get me more,” This time he doesn’t hold back on the laughs when he hears the faint cracks and strain. I turn back around in protest of his action, pretending to be upset at him.

In reality, it was hard to stay irritated with him when he laughs. The pureness of the sound and the smile that would take up his whole face never failed to make me smile.

He comes up from behind me, wrapping his arm around my torso. With his body pressing against mine, the coolness of the metal against my arms sent shivers down my spine. The hair on his chin tickling my shoulder, watching me as I finish pouring the honey.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing, you’re not feeling good” He mumbles, his lips nipping at the base of my neck. Moving my neck to the side, granting him more access to it.

Bucky peppering kisses along my neck and shoulder. This action causing me to giggle and buck my hips against his and gripping the edge for the counter for support. A small breathy groan leaves his mouth when my hips made contact with his.

“I’m feeling fine now,” I manage to whisper without the croaking sound. He twists my waist, forcing my body to turn and face his. I look up at his blue eyes, they were darker than normal. His facial hair grown out a bit making him look softer and cuddlier.

“You sound better,” Bucky taunted, his voice had gotten lower and his eyes looking down at the gap between our bodies.

“Does it?” As soon as I thought my voice wasn’t going to crack, the words fall out cracked and broken. Ruining the seriousness of my tone.

Bucky rolls his lips in holding back a laugh.

“So good, baby,” Bucky slides his hands underneath the bottom of my shirt.

A breathy whine escaping my lips, feeling his cool hand along the sides of my hips. His eyebrows rose at the sound,

“You sound so sexy,” His tone lowered and his eyes piercing mine. I pressed my body to him, wrapping my bare arms around his neck. His lips connecting with mine and his arms pulling me tighter, trying to eliminate any and all space between us.

I can feel his bulge forming against my pelvis- all because of a moan.

Sinking into each other, our lips matching in rhythm and pace. A raspy yelp leaving my lips as I feel a harsh smack against my right ass cheek. Completely forgetting the only thing separating it was thin spandex- Bucky’s favorite article of clothing. He says it is one of his favorite things that we have created.

He liked the way it made my ass jiggle and moved with whenever I took a step. He especially went crazy when they’re rid up when I’d grab something from the top shelf in the kitchen, exposing the bottoms of my ass. He never failed to smack it, sometimes leaving his handprint through the fabric.

Bucky’s flesh hand grabbing a fist full of ass and jiggling it himself. His release of the flesh causing me to whine again.

The bulge that was currently trapped in his basketball shorts, started to throb. If only I could take it in my mouth and relieve all the pent-up pressure.

Bucky’s lips moved away from mine but kissing alongside my jawline and down my throat. His hands now gripping my hips preparing me to jump back onto the kitchen island. I jumped, allowing him to guide me onto the cold granite.

With his lips disconnecting from the side of my neck, his eyes peering into mine. It’s as if I could read his mind, knowing exactly what he wants. All I do is nod,

“I want to hear you moan, baby,” His hands teasing the waistband of the spandex. Dipping his fingers inside, but not going far. The feeling making my cunt moisten.

Bucky’s true talent was his ability to tease. He was never in a rush, always took his time making sure that I was dripping before even daring to pull his dick out. It was like he got off on that the sight of the arousal dripping down the sides of my cunt.

“I want to see if you can still get loud,” My breath hitches, and my core tightening. My chest rises and falls heavier at the thought.

As vocal as I am in bed, Bucky never put to the test how loud I could go. He was always satisfied with how vocal I ended being. What he loved, even more, was seeing me struggle to keep quiet. Teasing my clit with his fingers till I couldn’t help but moan.

Bucky’s fingers starting in slow circles, watching me twitch and shudder. He’d dip his fingers inside gathering all the juices and using it to add pleasure. He’d moan at the sight of how visibly hard it was for me to stay silent. Some nights, he’d give me a towel or blanket to bite down on. Other nights, he’d want to see me struggle and wouldn’t give me anything to help.

The moment I would make even the tiniest of whimpers, the pleasure would be ripped from me and I would be left not being able to cum till I could prove I could do it.

Those nights he was ruthless. Edging me till I was in tears.

Every time he’d pull away, making it almost painful to stay quiet the next time.

I spread my legs giving him access to the place that was about to cause me a great deal of regret. His fingers slide inside the waistband of the shorts, bucking my hips at the contact. His fingers quickly being removed before they touched my clit.

“You fucking tease,” My voice was barely audible, his lips curl into a devilish smirk. Without any sort of permission, I removed my shirt. My breast dropped and Bucky’s eyes flickered to my bare chest, lighting up instantly. My nipples already hardening at exposure to the cold air.

Within seconds, Bucky taking one in his mouth and his hand squeezing and kneading the other harshly. Eagerly tugging on my nipple with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. I whimpered with every tug. I could see the smile on his face when I looked down.

I wrapped my arms loosely around his head, keeping him focused on my breast. The only movement being when he’d move off the other giving attention to it. The nipping and tugging making my cunt completely soaked. I could feel it soaking through the spandex. The harsh treatment towards my breasts making the ache between my legs so strong, I thought Bucky could feel it.

Bucky took his time giving each breast a moment to be assaulted, leaving them both sore. I silently prayed that my cunt was next.

Bucky pulled away from my breasts, removing his shirt. The sight of his abdomen and dog tags, causing my pussy to throb a little harder. He places lips on my collarbone, slowly laying back on the counter and shoving the opened mail and assignment files on the floor.

The combination of the cold granite and his hand made my back arch. He placed small kisses down my stomach till he got to my naval- that’s when he started to drag his tongue down till he got to the band of my spandex. I hold my breath as he removes my shorts, finally exposing my slick cunt.

I pushed my hips into the counter motioning the need for something to relieve the throbbing.

“So pretty, baby…” Bucky murmurs sliding his middle finger down the sopping wet folds, teasing my entrance. His finger only sliding into the first knuckle, he still standing while he does so. A scratchy moan getting past my lips.

“Yes, baby, I want to hear you.” Without warning he inserts two fingers and curling them, hitting the spongey tissue. My walls start contracting.

My throat tensing as I unexpectedly whine at the feeling.

“Good girl, I know you can get louder.” Bucky eyes not leaving mine, I am now propped on my elbows and grinding my hips into his fingers. He adds his metal thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud at an agonizingly slow pace. Bucky removed his fingers from my cunt, bringing them to my lips.

I open my lips enough for his fingers to enter. I sucked the clean, tasting myself. The saliva from my mouth being used as lubrication before he slid them back inside. The circles around my clit become faster. Our eyes met and his pace quickened. My jaw-dropping from the pure pleasure of his fingers. His mouth dropping with mine and his eyes darkened as he watched my body start to jerk.

A string of curses left my mouth and my vocal cords struggling to get any sound out.

“You’re doing so good” I laid back down, feeling my limbs fall weak to the feeling of my orgasm approaching. The soreness of my throat getting tighter, but not caring.

Bucky crouched down coming eye to eye with my cunt, still fingering fucking my entrance. His thumb left my clit, but it was replaced with his lips. His tongue swirling around the bud. His facial hair scratching the sides of my legs adding more sensation down there. His fingers haven’t stopped, if anything they had gotten faster.

My eyes rolling back, not being able to properly keep them open. I groaned and gasped at the fast-approaching orgasm. There was no denying that this would wreck my voice even more than it was before, but the feeling of his tongue and fingers making the future pain bearable.

“Fuck!” I went into pure ecstasy. I jerked my hips towards his mouth, my lower half becoming incredibly sensitive. Bucky doesn’t even seem to notice my body twitching. I gripped the kitchen towel beside me,

“Bucky, I-“ I was interrupted by his fingers curling again hurling me over the edge. My throat tensing again, it felt like it was bleeding inside.

Bucky continues to attack my cunt with his tongue. His fingers leave my hole and join his other hand holding my hips down. I didn’t know how much more of the pleasure I could take.

“Such a good girl, you taste so good.” His voice muffled against my throbbing pussy as he licks the rest of the arousal up. I manage to prop myself up again, our eyes meeting again.

His mouth glistening from my juices. His eyes don’t break eye contact, staring at me as a string of spit drips onto my clit. I watched in awe of him, he licks it up flicking my cunt one last time. My body has cooled down from the brutal assault.

“You’re doing so well, princess.” He brought himself up, I see the wet spot against his briefs. He was soaked through with precum. The tip was red and swollen, looking like it was going to burst with only a few strokes.

“But I know you can do better,” I sit up completely and watch as he frees his dick. It’s glistening with his liquid, reach to take hold of it in my hand. Bucky stops my hand from doing so, guiding it around his neck. Bucky gives his cock a few strokes, before sliding it up and down my folds.

His cock twitching against them.

The harsh usage of my voice was starting to affect my ability to even get any sound out at all.

Bucky pushes slowly into me and in return, I clawed at his back. Our bodies have no room in between us anymore, my forehead pressed against his shoulder. His pace quickening. His cock stretching my walls and filling my cunt. The size of him never fails to amaze me.

With all I might, I managed to croak out a shocking volume:

“Faster, please Bucky,” He whined at the sound of my raspy plead.

His thrusts turning into pure pounding at this point. His arms tightly wrapped around my torso. With the support around my back, my head falls back at the feeling of his cock ramming into me.

“You’re doing so good taking my dick,” He peppers kisses around my throat and collarbone.

My nails digging into his skin.

My moans are loud, and the pain of my throat was masked by the intense pleasure building in my stomach. I couldn’t even think with his cock inside me. My orgasm building as his pace becomes inconsistent. He was close as well.

I was surprised he lasted this long considering how he went in, already wanting to cum. All that was coming out of my mouth were a mix of curses and moans. His eyes lighting up with every sound that fell from my lips.

“I don’t how much more I can take,” My voice was in shreds, it was painful trying to speak at this point, but I couldn’t conceal them anymore. Not with his current speed and power.

“Cum all over this dick,” With his approval, my walls start pulsating and my forehead falls back against his shoulder. I watched his dick disappear inside me while I cried in pleasure, my legs quivering at the intense pleasure.

Tears welling as the pain in my throat was becoming too much. Bucky powered through my orgasm, before his cock twitching inside me. His load bursting inside me. Bucky holds us in the same position while we are recovering from our highs. My pussy is milking every last drop of him, whimpering one last time as he pulls out.

My breathing still heavy and the piercing pain in the back of my mouth becoming more prominent. I lay back against the counter, catching my breath.

“You got so loud, baby, I’m so proud of you,” Bucky coos while grabbing the kitchen towel that I was previously using as a grip.

He glides the fabric against my cunt, whipping away his cum that was leaking out of me. I twitch with the contact with my clit. He takes my hands and pulls me back up to meet his eyes. I try to speak but wince at the pain shooting through my throat like daggers. His face instantly filling with worry.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have- “He begins to panic, but I grab his wrists,

“It’s okay,” The only volume I could speak in being below a whisper. I hop off the table picking up my discarded clothes, sliding them back on. I bend down, picking up his briefs, and hand them to him.

“It was worth it,” I chuckle. He takes the briefs from me and looks at the abandoned mug.

“I’ll just have to get you more,”

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes imagine

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pasteleclectic · 2 years

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Man Ray x Female Reader

Tags: Crack fic, Smut, Femdom reader, Tickling Kink, Dom/Sub, Camgirl reader, Dry Humping, Mutual Masturbation

Rated: Mature

Word count:3k

Cross post from ao3

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You had just finished a streaming session a little while ago and decided to hop in the shower instead of cleaning up. Unfortunately when you came out of the bathroom, your toys were in fact not cleaned and stored away in their proper drawers and your sheets weren’t magically put in the wash. Still wrapped in just a towel, you huffed at the display before you. You always hated the cleaning up process, and tonight was a particularly eventful stream as you had unboxed the packages your dedicated streamers had sent you in the mail. And because you were so generous, you of course used them on camera. But after the eighth orgasm, you had to call it a night and told them to tune in for next week's stream so you could continue unboxing.

The sound of a notification came from your desktop. You had different sounds dedicated to what tier your patrons were on. You’d usually answer back to almost all messages in a timely manner, but you thought it was only right to be as prompt as possible for your highest paying donors, which this sound indicated. Perfect timing. Now you have a good excuse to ignore your chores.

Sitting in your pink computer chair, you opened the message to see that it was a patron you haven’t spoken to before. Many of the highest donors usually reached out once in a while for a solo conversation, but this user was always a bit of a lurker. He’s left behind generous tips for nearly every stream, and even in the times when you thanked him on screen, all you’ve ever gotten back was a heart emoji reaction. Honestly, sometimes the shy ones were the best customers.

Man_Ray818: Good evening, beautiful. I was really hoping you’d open my package tonight, but now that I think about it, it wouldn’t have made much sense anyway.

mermaidmotel: Hiya! I’m not sure what you mean?

Man_Ray818: Well… Maybe it was a bit presumptuous of me to assume that you do… live interactions, but the package is really meant for me to wear…

mermaidmotel: Oh! I haven’t met up with any of my streamers yet. If you’re a local of Bikini Bottom, we could try to set up a meet :) I still have quite a few boxes here, do you know what your package looks like?

Man_Ray818: It should be an all black box.

And yes, that would be nice. Would you like to come to my lair?

mermaidmotel: for our first meet up, it would have to be some place more public. Like a hotel.

That was the nicest way you could phrase ‘Fuck no I don’t want to go to your lair .’ He agreed to what you said, and for the next several minutes the two of you ironed out the details of when and where you would meet. He responded fairly quickly, but in the times between your messages, you had managed to fish out what had to be his box. It was very heavy despite its small size. After tearing off the packing tape, you pulled back several layers of tissue paper until you found the item laying inside.

It was some kind of belt with a giant keyhole on the buckle. You were about to discard the box when you heard something else rattle inside. You fished out a key and a rectangular remote with an antenna and a large red button. Out of curiosity you pressed on it, but nothing happened. Flipping it to the backside, you saw that there was a slot for batteries.

‘I’m going to charge him for that,’ you thought.

mermaidmotel: Just text me the room number on the day of and I’ll meet you there. I think I found your package. The belt, right?

Man_Ray818: Yes, that’s the one…

mermaidmotel: I'm not too familiar with this. What does it do?

The chat showed that he typed and stopped several times before he finally entered his next response.

Man_Ray818: It’s like a chastity belt… that tickles….

It's controlled by the remote, which I’d like you to use at your will.

mermaidmotel: No need to be shy! Just to get a better understanding of what you want, is this supposed to be for dominating you?

Man_Ray818: I suppose so, yes. You will be in control the entire time.

I’m very sensitive to nearly every part of my body, so I’ll have to wear it over clothes

mermaidmotel: We can decide on a safeword when we meet, but are there any places you don’t want me to touch you?

Man_Ray818: No, I don’t mind you touching me anywhere… but due to my sensitivity I’ll probably be keeping my suit on the whole time if that's fine with you

mermaidmotel: of course! It's whatever you’re comfortable with, sweetie :)

He didn’t go into much detail after that, and eventually the two of you said your goodnights. He left another tip before logging off. You didn’t think much about the belt or the conversation until the day you were supposed to meet with him. That following weekend, you were walking into a somewhat shady hotel that was just behind the Salty Spitoon with a long trench coat over your scantily clad body. It was a cool day in Bikini Bottom, so no one batted a gill as you made your way through the lobby and to the elevator doors. But some shriveled old hag in a wheelchair did call you a hussy under her breath as you passed by. Old women and their intuition.

Your client had sent a picture of his boating license upon your request, but you only had a vague idea of what he looked like considering his helmet was out of frame in the picture. You knocked on the designated room door 4 times and heard the lock turn from the other side. In front of you stood 6 and a half feet of skin tight red spandex. Despite his intimidating build, he seemed nervous as he invited you in. Stepping inside the room, it was decorated quite plainly, with a king size bed, a coffee table, two chairs and a dresser. Everything looked disproportionately small compared to him. He seemed hesitant to move any closer, and considering he wanted you to dominate him, you figured you might as well make the first move.

“Is red your favorite color?” you said, eyeing his defined muscles under the thin material of his suit as you strode towards him, your heels clicking on the vinyl flooring as you started to unbutton your coat.

“I haven’t given much thought about it before. But I guess the color does flatter me,” he said bashfully. It was kinda cute.

“I think it does,” you said as you let your coat fall to the floor behind you, revealing your skin tight black latex dress. His oversized mask was mobile somehow, and his round eyes widened as he looked down at your figure. It was hard to tell what he was actually feeling, but you could’ve sworn you saw a bead of sweat form on the side of his head. Which was quite the feat considering you were both under water.

“Can I put the belt on for you,” you said as you reached for your bag sitting on top of the dresser. His mask gave an anxious look as you slowly started to loop it around his body, being careful to not brush against him. But it was inevitable when you latched the buckle. When you heard it securely click in place, your eyes darted up to his as you dragged the knuckle over the strip of skin just above the belt. He gave a slight gasp as he nearly trembled in place. How you managed to get such a large man (man fish? Humanoid?) this worked up over the littlest touch was beyond you, but you didn’t mind it at all.

“Wanna have a seat on the bed, baby?” you said sweetly, knowing fully that he knew you were holding the remote, thumb ghosting over the large red button. He did as he was told, keeping his head down as you made your way over to sit beside him. Tentatively, you reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. His mask felt rubbery and smooth, like a stingray's back. “You’re okay with this, right?”

“Yes… are you?” he met your eyes gingerly.

“I am,” you smiled fondly as you rested your arm back to your side. “I guess I’m just a little curious why I’m tickling you. Is it supposed to be a punishment?”

He nodded, but took a long breath to collect his words before saying, “I’m trying to turn a new leaf. Be a good guy. I even got a job at a grocery store. But I just have these… urges. To do evil.”

“What kind of evil..?”

“Anything really. Steal people's wallets. Blow up the moon. Kill David Hasselhoff.”

“Oh, I think I get it now…,” you rose to stand in front of him. It was almost laughable of how little difference it made to his huge size, but you kept your chin raised as you said, “So you’re saying you’ve been a bad boy, huh?”

He audibly gulped, “Uhm, yes…”

“Alright. I want you to close your eyes,” you waited till he did as he was told before stepping forward, nearly standing between his legs. “Now I want you to picture yourself at your job. You’re stocking the shelves with, um…”

You couldn’t think of what to say since grocery stores weren’t the epitome of sexy. But he spoke up with, “Canned bread.”

Luckily he couldn’t see your utterly confused expression before saying, “Right, canned bread. You see a customer drop their wallet without them noticing. I want you to picture that scenario in your head and tell me what you’d do.”

“Well, I’m uh…picking up the wallet.”

“Go on,” you encouraged sternly.

“I’m checking the ID…”

“That’s, uh, valid I guess..”

“The customer has his back turned to me,” he sounded almost scared.

“Okay. What do you do next?” this was starting to drag on.

“I know it's his. I’d know that face anywhere. I want to return it but-… but I-…”

“Buuut?” you should’ve charged by the hour.

“The ID belongs to… Mermaid Man! My arch nemesis!” he said while pounding his gloved fists to his thighs, nearly rocking the framework of the bed.

“Okay, okay,” you said, thinking of how to calm him down. “You’re at a crossroads now. Putting emotions aside, you know what the right thing to do is, correct?”

“I know, but it’s just-”

“No buts!” you pressed the tip of the remote antenna to his chest, causing a full body shudder.

“Fine!...But I can't stand to see his face. I don’t want him to think he’s the cause of me turning good. So I’ll just slip the wallet into his back pocket…”

“Good. Very good, Man Ray!”

“...But I did snag the coupons he had in it for 50% off Kelp Juic- agh!”

“Bad boy!” you scolded as you pressed the big red button. You watched his masked face contort, one eye opening periodically as the sensations of the shaking belt started to take control of his every muscle. ”Give him his coupon back!”

“I know I should but I don’t want him to-!”

His eyes fully opened when he felt the pressure of your foot press down on the mattress just inches from his crotch. His costume didn’t leave much for the imagination in the first place, making it easy for you to see his growing erection, “Do it!”

“Okay okay!” he held up a shaky hand. “I slip it in his back pocket but I’m- .. I’m too ticklish!”

Was he wearing the belt the whole time in this scenario? He was rolling around on the bed, curling into himself as the belt shook rhythmically over his pelvis. You probably should’ve asked if this thing had multiple settings. Having to speak up over his hysterical laughter, you said, “Tell me what’s going on, Man Ray.”

“I accidentally tore the coupon in half!” he said while tears welled in the corners of his eye mask.

“Just...give him a raincheck, I guess.”

“I- I’m sorry , Mermaid Man. We’ll still validate the discount at checkout-”

“Good! Now-”

“Wait!” he clutched his chest as he tried to sit up. “There's no more Kelp Juice! There’s a national shortage!”

“Um…did you check in the back?” you shrugged. How did this get so convoluted?

“I can-… I can certainly-… ,” another fit of laughter as his head went back.

Holding in a groan, you said, “I’m going to hold you down if you don’t get a hold of yourself, Man Ray!”

“You’re gonna have to,” he said in a self loathing tone despite the giggles being ripped from his throat. You crawled in from the side of the bed to straddle his lap. Your weight kept him controlled for the most part, but his face was still twisted in strange delight.

“Focus.”

“Right,” he inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes once again. At first you were confused as to why his hands went up, but then he started to move them as if he was checking shelves. His hand got close to your chest at one point, and you knocked it to the side, causing him to jolt back to the present, “There’s no more Kelp Juice..”

“Just pretend there’s fucking k-!”

“No! That isn’t good enough! He might come back. I can't stand to face him again, not when I’m in this state… But there’s a vending machine outside! It's always stocked with Kelp Juice.”

At this point, you never wanted to see another Kelp Juice in your life, “Alright, you know what to do. Speak to me, Man Ray.”

He was now making a motion like he was putting a coin in a vending machine and pressing a button. You were glad his eyes were closed so he couldn’t see the eyeroll you were giving right now. He shifted his body in a way that unintentionally made your hips draw forward till your apex was pressing up against the bustling buckle. It caused your back to arch as you felt strong vibrations right against your clit. You tried to push away, but between his moving body and yours, you were practically riding it till it didn’t feel all that unwelcomed. When Man Ray finally settled a bit, you could’ve backed off of it, but at this point there was too much heat building up inside you that it fogged your clarity. It wouldn’t hurt to get some enjoyment out of this, right?

“I gave him the juice. He thanked me before driving off in his invisible car. God, they just don’t make cars like that these days.”

His interruption wasn’t enough to snap you out of your trance, and you found yourself responding with, “T-tell me more about those cars, Man Ray.”

“I want to, I really do. But I have a confession.”

“What is it, baby?” you asked as your brows furrowed in pleasure as you started to slowly grind against the buckle. Man Ray was still completely oblivious to your current state, but the feeling of your ass repeatedly grinding against the head of his cock made him tentatively grab onto your hips. You placed your hands over his, allowing him to dig his fingers into your flesh as your head threw back to let out a silent moan.

“The quarter I used to buy the drink… It’s attached to a string. I made it to be pulled out of the machine so I could get the drink for free,” he confessed hysterically.

“Bad, bad boy!” you gasped, your hands planting down on his chest before you could fall off of him. It caused you to accidentally press the red button, causing the belt to vibrate even harder between the two of you. You both let out noises, mixtures of pain and pleasure building between the two of you as you allowed it to continue. You could feel his fully hard cock rut against you as he held onto you for dear life. You weren’t sure how long this was going to go on, but he seemed to have a new goal in mind as he sat up to look at you.

Between giggles he said, “I’ve decided I don’t want to be good any more. Evil feels too good.”

You could only respond with a gasp as he continued to guide your body against his. Your now soaked panties were grinding on his buckle as he thrusted his hips upwards. It looked as if he meant what he said, but you honestly couldn’t give a shit about the roleplay or whatever the fuck this was supposed to be. He was so big that your legs were uselessly dangling on either side of him, but you still felt a sense of control with the way he was whimpering like a pathetic dog. You weren’t too far off with the state you were in, and soon your toes were starting to instinctively curl in on themselves as you felt your release just within reach. Man Ray looked like he was close too, and after a few deep thrusts with the help of the buckle, you both were falling apart in each other's arms. When your peak finally started to settle, you grabbed the remote sitting beside him to finally turn it off. The two of you spent a moment catching your breaths before you climbed off of him and stood on unsteady legs. Wiping your forehead with the back of your arm, you said, “I might’ve gotten carried away there.”

Man Ray was sprawled out on the bed with his limbs outstretched in either direction. He looked nearly faint, but you knew he was awake with the way he was languidly blinking up at the ceiling, “That was amazing. I’m willing to pay for your services in the future, if that’s alright with you.”

You had almost forgotten that you were technically working right now. You looked down at his disheveled form, only contemplating your decision for a few seconds before saying, “It is. But I’m choosing the dialogue next time.”

#my fic #roleplay #ao3 #fanfic #writing #smut #crack fic #spongebob #man ray

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parvuls · 3 years

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so yeah, jack and coach can get along pretty well. when jack visits madison that first summer they manage okay, talk about football and jack's budding career and about bitty, because that's something they obviously have in common.

but it's not anything real until later - after the cup kiss, after bitty and his dad drift further apart and come closer together, after jack accepts the invitation to christmas in georgia and gets taken around town. after coach starts looking at jack and seeing more than a talented athlete, more than junior's teammate; starts seeing his son's significant other.

it's not much, at first. coach has already been following the falconers since jack's first season, but now sometimes bitty will be talking to his mom on the phone, then turn to look at jack and pull his phone from his ear to say, "coach says to tell you that kuemper favors his left side and to shoot right," or, when he's at samwell, will text jack, "coach says y'all played real good, honey!". it's not much at all, not when jack thinks of how easily bitty trades chirps with bob on twitter, but. it's something.

but then coach sits next to jack at bitty's graduation. suzanne and bob are tearing up at bitty's speech, and alicia is busy handing them both tissues. coach catches jack's eye, raises both his eyebrows significantly; jack tilts his head slightly in response. coach snorts, jack quirks a smile, and somehow, it's as good as words.

and later, while bitty is telling alicia excitedly that they'll all catch up at lunch but jack and he have to go because jack wants us to skate at faber one last time, isn't that so sweet! - while jack is carefully keeping his hands deep in his pockets, fingers fisted around the jewelry box he slipped into it that morning - he's surprised out of his jitters by a hand clapping down on his shoulder. he turns to see coach, and when coach nods once, decisively, it feels like approval.

and even later on, when jack comes down for another fourth of july, coach offhandedly mentions his annual july fifth fishing trip while jack and he are setting up the table in the backyard. jack blinks, pauses, then tells him that he has to go back to providence by the morning. coach shrugs, doesn't look bothered, but jack tentavely adds, "euh, but maybe next year? I can bring my own gear?", and coach says, "alright."

so yeah, jack and coach can get along pretty well, but slowly, gradually, it becomes more than that. jack goes on that fishing trip, and the first year he does bitty tags along, ends up going out of his mind with boredom, and then the following years jack and coach go on their own. they have an unspoken competition about who can catch the most fish, the biggest fish, and jack hasn't won yet, but he's determined to keep going.

when jack goes into his thirties, gets closer to the end of his career, he calls coach. he could talk to his own dad, he knows, a past hockey player whose career was much more similar to his own, but even now, sometimes going to his dad for advice is hard for jack's anxiety. coach's career may have been different, but he was still an aging athlete once, who managed to find a new satisfying path in life.

and there's still something they both have in common, will always have in common. when bitty gets the first proofs of his cookbook from his editor, jack texts a picture of them to coach. when suzanne tidies up the attic and finds old home videos of bitty's fourth birthday, coach burns them on a dvd and mails a copy to jack. when bitty is about to hit one million subscribers on his channel and hosts a livestream for it, jack locks himself in the bedroom to keep himself out of the way, and calls coach, and together they watch the counter turning to seven whole digits - neither of them really knowing what it means, but feeling unbearably proud of eric bittle just the same.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #jack zimmermann #coach bittle #hi hello i had to do something with all my jack + coach thoughts #jack obviously hits it off with suzanne immediately #coach takes more time but the payoff!!! the way having his dad bond with his fiance influences bitty's sense of security around his dad!!!#the way getting to know jack and jack's life with bitty makes it easier for coach to communicate with bitty in a language they both speak!!#yes bitty loves bob and alicia BUT JACK LOVES SUZANNE AND COACH TOO #text #tagrant #oh my god take it away

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bbrandy2002 · 3 years

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Fool’s Rush In

Chapter 18

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Book: TRR AU

Warnings: Language, crude talk, and the usual bad writing.

I had planned from the beginning to end this series after the next chapter and an epilogue, but call me crazy, I love it too much. So while this part of the story will end, I still plan to update with one-shots or stories from time to time. If you’re just done with it, let me know.

Also, this chapter felt a little off to me, so I apologize if it's terrible, but I think I ended on a good note.

Thanks @burnsoslow for prereading.and usage of your girl, who finally got to make her debut.

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"Damn it, Riley! Pick up!" Liam grumbled as he lowered the cell phone from his ear and tossed it in the seat beside him. The royal jet had been in the air for a little over four hours already, and he'd grown frustrated at getting her voice mail each time. Surely, she was home by now.

Even though it was the middle of the night in Las Vegas, it was worth interrupting her. He had tried unsuccessfully to contact Riley since he packed his bags earlier and hastily headed for the airstrip. By this point, there must have been a dozen or so messages left on her phone without so much as a hint she'd gotten them.

While time wasn't an issue -- he'd get to Las Vegas one way or the other -- it was the desperation to hear from his new wife and tell her he knew precisely why she left.

And that he loved her.

Tilting his head back against the headrest, he swiveled side-to-side in his luxury chair while tightly clutching his freshly poured scotch. The security footage he watched earlier that morning replayed in his mind again. There were no doubts about what it showed: Madeleine confronted Riley outside their quarters just minutes after leaving the ball. Without sound, however, no one could ascertain specifically what was said among the two women. It was clear though, Riley was not a willing participant in that conversation. When they saw the disk held up in the Countess' hands, and the look of sheer horror on his pussycat's face, that told Liam all he needed to know. This was a blackmail situation, plain and simple, that included assault; those flowers he found scattered on the ground when he returned to his quarters last night all made sense now. This act was deliberate and treasonous, and Liam would ensure his ex-fiancee paid handsomely for it.

After they viewed the footage several more times, the Royal Guard was immediately summoned to Krona to find Madeleine and take her into custody. Liam knew it was a long shot whether his guards could pull that sting off, but he was working with what he had at the moment.

Despite whatever happened next, there was one thing the King was confident of: He was prepared to give up his entire Kingdom to get his girl back. Returning to Cordonia without her was not an option.

Shaking his tumbler of partially melted ice cubes, Liam leaned forward and steadily poured another bottle of scotch into his glass. As soon as he sat back and raised the fresh beverage to his lips, he was startled by the ringing of his cell phone. In a rush to answer, he hastily set the drink aside and snatched his phone up from where he tossed it earlier.

"Hello! Love?" He answered, hopeful it was her.

"Hey, little brother. Love you too ... Say, do you know if the palace has a Spanish tickler or a breast ripper? Asking for a friend."

Liam furrowed his brows in confusion before rising from his seat, plopping a knee down on its cushioned bottom, and glancing to the back of the plane. "Leo? Why are you calling me? We're on the same damn plane. I'm looking right at you."

"Nevermind that. Listen, I figured out a way to take care of Madeleine once and for all. Behold ..." Leo held up a leather-bound book and waved it over his head while Liam squinted from the front of the plane to get a better look. "... The King Constantine Guide To Fucking Torture In The 21st Century; Father gave it to me after my investiture ceremony. The way I see it, there really is no other option here than to tie her to a tree in front of the palace, invite the public to watch for a modest fee, and do some cool shit with iron rods and spikes. I got dibs on the knee-splitter, though."

"Leo ..." Liam began to warn his brother how ridiculous that plan was before stopping himself and staring off into the distance for a moment in thought. "Wait ... is there anything about flaying in that book?"

"Hell yeah there is! And if you're interested in thumbscrews, my buddy, Pete, has a trunk full of them. He uses them for ass play, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind letting us borrow them to split Maddie's thumbs in half." Leo let out a maniacal laugh.

Liam chuckled, despite the peculiarity of the conversation. "I'm not going to lie and tell you I'm not interested -- to the contrary, actually. And while I appreciate your help in seeing that Madeleine is brought to justice, I think we better stick to more lawful means."

"Boo, you whore!" The line went dead with a click.

Liam held the phone away from his ear, watching Leo sink down into his chair in a huff. "Really?" He called back in agitation. Met with the silent treatment and a middle finger from his disgruntled brother, Liam rolled his eyes, then slumped back down into his seat. Maybe he'd try to call Riley again.

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The phone on Riley's nightstand buzzed again. She knew it was another call from Liam, and while she felt remorseful for ignoring all of his calls and texts, she couldn't bring herself to look at or answer them quite yet. The sooner all ties between them were broken, she believed, the quicker he could forget all about her and the mess she made of everything.

But even her willpower was slipping. Riley slid her hand out from under the pillow and reached over to pick up her phone. Holding it to her chest, she contemplated for a second just reading his texts and returning his calls, but Madeleine had warned to end all contact with him. Obviously, she was curious about what he had to say, but it was too risky. I'm so sorry, Liam.

Hitting the power button on her cell, the light on the device faded to black before she tossed it in the nightstand drawer.

Early the next morning, Riley's eyes flickered open to the sound of a banging on her front door, followed by the incessant ringing of her doorbell. Feeling exhausted from a lack of sleep, mainly because of crying and unable to think about anything other than how she hurt Liam, Riley decided to ignore it. She just wanted to be left alone, and eventually, they'd give up and leave, right?

Except they didn't.

Annoyed, she let out a sigh and then eased herself up out of bed; the pain in her back was still a problem. Tossing a robe over her body, she slowly made her way down the stairs of her townhome -- each step excruciating -- until she finally made it to the door.

Twisting the lock, she opened the entry door, before letting out a sudden gasp at the tearful person standing on the other side.

"Oh my God, Riley! Y-You're alive! You're really alive!"

"Alyssa?" Riley's best friend from New York pulled her into a relieved hug, nearly sobbing at that point. "What're you doing here?"

"I thought something terrible happened to you, but now that I can see you're still among the living ..." she sniffled before pulling back and narrowing her blazing blue eyes at her friend. "Where have you been? I've been trying to get ahold of you ever since you texted me that you were boarding a plane in Cordonia, and that something serious happened involving Tyler. You promised me you'd call as soon as you landed--"

"I know. I'm so sorry. It was late ..."

" -- and you didn't. Then I worried, even more, when you didn't answer any of my calls back. I had to book the first red-eye flight here to make sure you were all right." Finished with her rant, a huffing Alyssa's jaw immediately clenched. "Now, what did that shithead ex of yours do? I'll kill him if he hurt you, Ri. I might be small, but I'm scrappy like an alleycat. You know I'll claw his eyes out."

Riley let out a light chuckle; Alyssa was always overprotective of her and had a clever way with words, but quickly, that chuckle faded into a teary frown. "Oh, Lyss," she whimpered as her face fell into her hands.

Alyssa quickly wrapped her arms around Riley and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Aww, Riley. Sweetie, it's going to be okay," she soothed.

Stepping inside, Alyssa kicked the door shut and led them both over to the sofa. Sensing Riley was in pain -- and not just emotional -- she helped lower her troubled best friend onto the couch. "I want you to start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened."

The best friends had remained in contact over the last several weeks. It was Alyssa's frantic morning phone call over a month ago that alerted Riley to the news coverage of her impromptu marriage to Liam, having saw it on the news.

And while Alyssa was aware of everything about Cordonia and Liam, and how Riley fit into all that from their prior conversations, she listened intently while it was revealed to her the details of the incident with Madeleine and the video her ex-husband gave to the Countess.

Grabbing a tissue from the end table, Alyssa handed it to Riley. "So this cow confronted you with that disgusting video and basically blackmailed you into leaving, or she would release it to the press?" Riley nodded somberly.."Ugh, I want this treasonous bitch thrown in the dungeon, subjected to live-streamed daily anal fistings with giant Hulk gloves ... And Tyler, I want to break every bone in his rotten body, one at a time. And I want to leave him there afterwards, dripping just enough water on his lips, so he doesn't die of dehydration, screaming in agony for the weeks it will take to die of starvation."

Riley's face scrunched up. "God, Alyssa."

Alyssa shrugged. "What? I don't care; it's what they deserve for hurting you. Did you at least tell Liam what happened?"

This time, Riley shook her head. "No. Madeleine warned me if I told him, she would release the video, and then the council would likely force him to step down. I won't allow him to lose everything for someone like me."

Irritated, Alyssa pressed a palm to her forehead. "Why are you like this?"

"Like, what?" Riley asked in exasperation.

"That whole, 'someone like me,' part. He wanted to stay married to you. He made you the queen of his country. You've said he couldn't keep his goddamn hands off you for two seconds. And more importantly, you told me you have never felt more loved in your life, than you do when you're with him. The fact that you still question your worthiness to him blows my mind."

Alyssa reached for Riley's shaky hand, able to tell by the tears sliding down her cheeks and the soft whimpers that she'd touched on something. "You're his pussycat, Riley. Liam already lost everything when you left him. Tell me you know that."

Riley wiped at her face., her voice stifled, "I just wanted to protect him."

"I know." Alyssa smiled softly. "But you needed to give him the chance to decide what he wanted. You made it for him because you know he'd choose you, regardless if he lost everything else; that's how much he loves you, Ri. You can't protect someone who loves you by hurting them. Besides, he's the King; he can simply execute the council if he wants to -- Liam’s not going anywhere."

"You just HAD to add that last part in, didn't you?" Riley laughed, feeling a sense of ease as her mood lightened. It felt good to talk to someone who could help her make sense of everything and realize she hadn’t exactly made the best call by leaving and not telling Liam what happened. "But what do I do about this video? What if Madeleine releases it to the public?"

"Yeah, a video of a married woman having sex with her husband -- Oh, the shame!" she retorted. "Look, you'll be famous on Pornhub for a few weeks, and it'll fizzle out. I know that doesn't make it all better, but you have a lot of people who love you ... we'll be there for you if that happens. Besides, it's Gonzo Dick; I doubt anyone will wanna watch anyway."

Riley snorted out at the nickname she gave her ex-husband. "Stop making me laugh."

Alyssa cracked a grin. "Nah. If I can make you laugh at that asshole's expense and his crooked dick, then it's worth it."

"Well,” she breathed, “ I suppose I should get dressed and call Liam. Tell him what happened, and hopefully, he'll … forgive .." her voice trailed off at tasting an increasing collection of bile in her throat and a familiar rumble in her stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

Riley frowned. "Damn it, why do I keep getting sick?"

After rushing to the bathroom with Alyssa's help, Riley came out moments later, flushed and perspiring. Alyssa, who waited outside the door to make sure she was all right, eyed her friend with grave concern. "Ri, are you sure you don't have a concussion? You said that Madeleine caused you to fall, and you complained you’ve been getting sick a lot. Is there any chance you hit your head too?"

Riley considered for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't think so. I mean, it all happened so fast I don't really remember, but my head doesn't hurt."

"OH NO! You have memory loss too, on top of the vomiting and a hurt back? Riley, you need to go to the hospital now. This is serious."

"Alyssa, I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital," Riley dismissed and hobbled past her friend toward the kitchen. "You always worry too much."

Alyssa followed behind her, brows bumped together in a scowl. "Because you're a stubborn ass who never listens, that's why. You need to get checked out," she insisted. Riley paid no attention as made her way to the fridge; that reaction only served to piss Alyssa off. "You can ignore me all you want, but you know as well as I do, I'll just keep annoying the hell out of you until you do it … I'll sing every Dave Matthews song ever written -- On repeat."

Riley shut the fridge door and turned at the threat, giving her a dismayed glare. "You wouldn't."

Alyssa tilted her chin. "You know damn well I would. I have... so much to say, so much to say, so much --"

"Please stop! I'm going."

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At Valley Hospital and Medical Center, Drake sat slumped down in the waiting room of the E.R; a thawed ice pack covered his crotch. His increasingly irritated self caught sight of a nurse escorting yet another patient back for examination. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Tired of waiting, he cast the ice pack aside and marched straddle-legged to the triage desk where a beefy nurse with a scowl sat filing her nails. "How much longer is this gonna take?" He demanded bitterly.

The nurse remained focused on her nails and answered in a careless fashion. "You'll get called back when it's your turn, Mr. Walker."

"My turn? MY TURN? I've been here for 15 fucking hours waiting for my turn. I've watched one person after the next walk right in, get treated, and leave. Whose ass do I actually have to lick to get treatment around here?"

Unimpressed with his theatrics, she folded her arms on the desk and looked up at Drake with a glower. "Look. You got kicked in the wang by a hooker. Shit happens. It's not the end of the world. Go home, have a beer, and a good laugh. You'll live." She resumed her filing.

Drake ran both hands through his rumpled hair, letting out a sardonic laugh. "I cannot fucking believe you just said that to me. I suffer trauma on my transplanted dick, and the greatest healthcare minds in the world tell me to have a beer and laugh about it?" his voice shrieked.

The nurse blew on her nails. "That's what I said."

That snarky remark sent him even further over the edge. A red-faced Drake pounded two white-knuckled fists on the desk and leaned down into her space. "Now you listen here, lady. I demand to be seen right now, or so help me, I'll tear this whole goddamn place apart brick-by-fucking-brick! Do you understand me?"

Having none of that, the nurse, who was several inches taller than a startled Drake expected, sprung for her chair and loomed over him menacingly. Drake flinched when she rammed the nail file at him and threatened, "Now, you listen.You can either sit your ass down, or I will sit you down. Do you understand me?"

He didn't understand. He would never understand.

A security guard who heard the commotion casually approached the agitated pair and placed a firm hold on Drake's elbow. "Do we have a problem here, Betty Lou?"

She shook her head, sizing Drake up. "No, just some whiny-ass Karen griping about his dick."

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Several moments later, Alyssa and Riley exited an Uber and wandered into the waiting area, making their way up to the triage line -- or what they thought was a line. It was actually Drake still standing there, continuing to protest his case to anyone who would listen and demanding to speak to someone in charge.

While Riley dug through her purse to retrieve her health insurance card, Alyssa couldn't help but be taken in by the fiery debacle taking place in front of them. She inched a little closer, unable to help herself; it was good drama and sucked her right in.

Catching a glimpse of Drake’s sour face, she cocked her head introspectively; there was something oddly familiar about the man in the denim shirt going off. Alyssa tapped her chin. Where have I seen him before?

Before long, the realization set in, and her eyes snapped wide open. She nudged Riley with an elbow and leaned over, whispering, "Hey, isn't that the guy from the news who had the penis transplant? It looks just like him."

Knowing precisely who that was by the description, Riley popped her head up to look. She hadn't known Drake well, only that he was Liam's best friend, and after having spent time together on the plane ride to Cordonia with him, that her maid-of-honor had given him several venereal diseases. "Drake?" she called out.

While Alyssa zoned in on his groin, curious as to what was in there, Drake broke away from the dispute and turned his focus toward the familiar-sounding voice. She was a connection to home and a long-sought-after friendly face. "Riley? Liam's insta-bride, Riley?"

She let out a light chuckle and nodded. "Yeah, I suppose that's how you would know me ... What are you doing at the hospital? Is your body rejecting the ..." Her embarrassed gaze dropped lower with a gulp. " ... thing?"

"No!" he barked. "I just got attacked by that ... uh, someone."

"You got attacked?" Shocked, Riley placed a hand over her chest. "Why would someone attack you? Are you okay?"

Feeling incensed by the memory, Drake shook his head and muttered. "It's a long story ... What about you? What are you doing here? Thought you were in Cordonia with Liam?"

She inhaled a deep breath through her nostrils and forced a smile. "It's a long story too."

Drake peeked over his shoulder at Nurse Ratchet, giving him a gimlet-eyed stare from behind her computer screen. He groused and turned to face Riley again. "I've got time."

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Nearly 12 hours after takeoff, the royal jet touched down in sunny Las Vegas, an hour ahead of schedule. Liam and Leo stepped off the plane and strolled across the tarmac to the awaiting vehicle, where a smiling man held the rear passenger door open.

"Bastien," Liam greeted as he approached. "Good to see you again."

"Your Majesty." He bowed. "Likewise ... I have the rental car you requested, and the Queen's address is already programmed into the GPS. Should take no more than 30 minutes to get there."

"Perfect,” he replied, clapping Bastien’s shoulder.“Thanks for having everything ready to go."

Liam had contacted the head guard -- who was still jailed for non-support -- and gained him a day-long pass to provide security detail. Bastien was also to stay in contact with his guards to oversee the capture and detainment of Madeleine.

Bastien took their bags, and the brothers hopped into the back of the Escalade. Once they pulled away from the airport, the directions led the group west. The head guard glanced briefly in the rearview mirror as he drove on. “I want to thank you for giving me a second chance. It’s nice to be out of that place, even if just for the day.”

Liam smiled back. “Not a problem, good man. I can’t think of anyone else I trust more for the job than you … though I’m not sure why. Anyway, do you have any updates on the Madeleine situation?”

“Yes, sir. I contacted my colleagues again just before you arrived. Countess Madeleine was taken by surprise when our guards arrived at her family estate in Krona. Once in custody, she was immediately transported to Valtoria for detention, exactly as you requested.”

"That's terrific news ... Wait ...Did you say, Valtoria?" Liam asked with puzzlement in his tone.

"Yes, sir. As you requested."

"Man, please tell me Mads tried to fight them off, and they had to use the taser on her," Leo insisted as he held his crossed fingers in the air. "A billy club ... a rubber hose ... something."

"There may have been a brief verbal exchange and some threats, but the Countess promised if they permitted access to her computer to send a quick email, she would go with them peacefully and without further protest. There didn't seem to be any harm in doing so, and she followed through with her word. Sorry to break it to you, Prince Leo, but no tasers were harmed in her capture."

"Well, fiddle shit." Leo glanced over at his brother --who was still scratching his head -- in disappointment. "If only I'd been able to get that shock collar on her while I was engaged to her, you wouldn't be in this mess right now. She just squirmed too much. I’m sorry I let you down, little brother."

"It's fine, Leo; it's not the first time,” Liam said dryly before turning his head away from Leo to face the front again. "Can we get back to Madeleine being taken to Valtoria? I never requested that. An accused of the Crown is always placed in the palace dungeon. There aren't even cells in Valtoria to hold her in. What am I missing here?"

Approaching a stoplight, Bastien lightly pressed the brakes, then met Liam’s gaze in the mirror. “The orders I was given to pass along to the guards from you earlier were clear in your text: Once she’s taken into custody, she is to be sent to Valtoria and placed in the cage with the monkey until further notice. That’s what they --”

“Mongo! They put her in the cage with Mongo?” Liam exploded before pinching the bridge of his nose, knowing there was no point in asking how that message got mixed up. “Goddamn it, Leo! Why are you, you, sometimes?” He ran a swift hand down his face and turned to glare at his brother. “Do you realize they consider that cruel and unusual punishment? Did you ever stop to consider how much shit I'm going to hear over this if this gets out?" He let out a sharp breath and threw his hands in the air."How? How did you do it?"

"It's simple pimple, Liam. When you went to the bathroom, I grabbed your phone," he replied bluntly with a shrug. "And according to page 24 of Father's torture book: It's not considered cruel and unusual punishment, as long as she has food, water, and clean shelter -- which she does. Or ... if she's housed with a member of the royal family -- which she is. Mongo is the heir to the throne, so we've got that covered too. So just relax, little bro; Leo’s got it all taken care of for you."

Liam dropped his chin to his chest, then let out a weary breath. “Bastien, call the guards and have them move her to the palace at once.”

As Bastien placed the call, Liam shifted in his seat so that he was staring out the window. He put a palm over his mouth to conceal the curved lips that formed a devilish grin, trying to contain the unbearable urge to bust out laughing. Oh, Maddie ... I hope you and Mongo had one hell of a time together.

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Back at the hospital, Riley situated herself on the gurney while a nurse prepared to check her vitals and ask general health questions.

In the next bay over, separated by a thin sliding curtain, Drake was finally attended to after Riley reluctantly, but willfully, played up her celebrity status. Once she threatened to have the hospital shut down -- which she doubted was even possible on her end -- the proverbial red carpet was rolled out for both of them; she was still a queen, afterall.

Steps were then taken to ensure they both received the royal treatment, so to speak. That wasn’t typically how Riley preferred to handle situations; she hated big fusses over her. But in the end, she did help one of Liam’s oldest friends finally get the medical attention he needed, so it was worth trying.

The blood pressure cuff on Riley’s arm squeezed tighter just as one of the doctors stepped inside and slid the curtain all the way closed. His cheerful greeting drew Riley's fixed gaze away from the changing numbers on the monitor beside her bed, and she smiled up at him.

The doctor was tall and thin, with thick spectacles perched near the tip of his nose. He gave a brief nod to Alyssa, who was sitting in a chair at Riley’s bedside, rubbing her shoulder. Scanning the patient chart, he spoke without looking up, "Queen Riley, it says here you suffered a fall?"

"I'm just Riley, please," she requested.

The doctor looked up from the paperwork and nodded with an understanding smile. "Of course."

After the initial exam concluded, Alyssa remained behind after the doctor ordered x-rays and transport had wheeled Riley down to radiology.

Bouncing her crossed leg as she scrolled through her phone, Alyssa tried to bide her time until Riley returned. An air conditioning vent overhead that she didn’t realize drowned out so much noise around her, suddenly flipped off. Able to catch the conversation on the other side of the curtain better, she listened with a broken heart as Drake reluctantly described to an attending, the worst days of his life. Alyssa shuddered as he recalled the moment his penis fell off, rolled across the bed, and dropped onto Ethan Ramsey’s leather shoe during an exam. “That poor man. I just want to hug him,” she muttered.

Her little ears perked when the doctor mentioned he was “going to have a look at it.” In her curious mind, there were no doubts that she was too. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take a peek at the first transplant of its kind; no way was she going to miss out on that.

Alyssa slid to the edge of her seat and raised her hand to up to the curtain, easing a tiny portion of it aside. Her blue eyes crinkled with frustration at a nurse who was blocking her view. “Move your ass,” she whispered to herself.

Unable to get a good view, she gave up that spot and eyed the other opening in the curtain at the far end of the room. Sliding off her chair to a crouching position on the floor, Alyssa crab-walked as fast as she could without falling off balance until she made it to the other side. Crooking a stealthy finger along the seam of the curtain, she hoped and prayed Drake’s genital exam wasn’t through yet. What her eyes saw on that gurney when she pulled the fabric aside caused her heart to jolt out of her chest.

Alyssa cupped a hand over her gaping mouth before stepping back and letting the curtain fall loosely shut again. Dropping her hand limply at her side, staring blankly at nothing, she mouthed, “Oh. My. God.”

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Down in the radiology department, Riley sat patiently in her wheelchair, waiting for the tech to return to take the x-rays. Enjoying the lighter feeling of having an empty bladder again, she let out a contented sigh; she was about to bust earlier. That mandatory urine sample couldn’t have come at a more opportune time.

Left alone to ruminate in her thoughts, Riley wondered about those phone calls she ignored last night from Liam. The regret she felt over her actions the last 26 hours continued to mount up. And it took a heart-to-heart with her best friend to really put things into perspective. Her decisions weren’t the best course to take, even if they were done with the most loving of intentions.

There was a lot to make up to Liam, and she only hoped that it wasn’t too late. Could he even forgive her for all of it?

She wished he was there with her right now. If she knew him the way she thought she did, he’d be standing around telling inappropriate jokes to make her laugh or embarrass her with his silly antics. It was like Liam could be two different people sometimes: Kingly and stoic around everyone else, but the second it was just him alone with her, he was such a big kid. Somehow, she could bring out his true self; the one where he felt comfortable enough to be silly and playful. And as much as she tried to play them off, those little pet names he gave her -- she chuckled to herself as they popped into her head -- were funny. What the hell even was a knucklehead mcspazzatron?

“Miss Brooks” Riley shook herself of her thoughts as the x-ray tech returned and made her way over. “I apologize that took so long.”

Riley smiled up at her. “No need to apologize… Are you ready for me now?”

“Not exactly,” she teased in such a cheery tone, Riley slightly lowered her eyelids, holding her gaze. “You most likely won’t be getting x-rays today, sweetie.” She held a fisted hand out to Riley and opened her palm to reveal the small object inside. “You’re pregnant.”

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silhouetteofacedar · 3 years

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Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 12: Capsaicin

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

Maybe he wrote her address wrong.

The odds of that happening are pretty damn slim; Mulder’s had it down by heart for years, but he’s grasping at all possibilities right now.

He had sent the letter through the postal service in an attempt to keep himself from stressing out over its delivery, but that plan backfired the minute the envelope left his hands.

He dropped it in the mail on Saturday evening. It’s now Wednesday, and Scully has made no mention of it. There’s been no indication in her demeanor at all to suggest that she’d received any revelatory mail-pieces.

He might live the rest of his life in this horrific limbo, a purgatory of his own construction. He’s been on pins and needles all week, filling the basement office with nervous energy, furtively glancing at Scully in attempts to read her facial expressions. Did she get the letter and throw it out? How is she so calm? Maybe it got stuck in one of the sorting machines…

Before he knows it, Scully’s bidding him a friendly “goodnight” and shutting the office door.

Say what you will about anxiety, but it sure spices up the workday.

Mulder drives home in a fog; he’s exhausted from the mental exertion of thinking in circles and jumping to conclusions. Inside his apartment he flops down on the sofa and calls for takeout from the Thai place down the street that has his order memorized.

The next time he confesses his undying love to somebody, he’s going to use e-mail.

A knock on his door shakes him from his reverie.

“How much do I owe-” he begins as he opens the door, then freezes.

Scully is standing at his doorstep, a high flush on her cheeks. She looks somehow startled, as though he surprised her by opening his own front door.

“Scully,” he says, concerned. “Are you alright?”

“Mulder,” she replies, voice cracking on the edges. Her big blue eyes are full, ready to spill over her lower lids.

Oh.

“You read it,” he says softly. He feels his chest tighten into a tight knot of anxiety, and he swallows hard.

She nods. “Can I- I need to come in.”

He stands aside, ushers her into his living room.

She’s vibrating with nervous energy. Mulder motions to the couch. “Would you, uh, like to sit down?”

“I’d prefer to stand, thank you,” she says, voice tight. She grips her elbows.

“Well, I guess I’ll sit,” Mulder says softly, lowering himself to the couch. “Scully, I-“

She holds out a hand. “You got to say your piece, Mulder, now it’s time for mine.” Her lower lip crumples slightly, and he wants to get up and hug her.

She takes a deep breath, pulling herself together. “Mulder, when I received your letter today…” She blinks back tears. “I was completely overwhelmed. I’m not even sure how I managed to drive here,” she admits. “And I appreciate that in it you acknowledged the inopportune timing of your confession. Things just keep piling up,” she says. “But now I just want to know, need to know… why the hell did you wait so long?”

There’s pain in her voice, and he aches in return.

“I didn’t know how you felt,” he says simply, “and then Mark happened.” It’s so insufficient, but it’s all he has.

“I wish you’d told me before,” she says. “I wish I’d known. I dragged you into this mess with him, and the whole time you… you felt that for me.”

“Scully,” he says slowly, “If I had told you I loved you, would you have still gone out with Mark?”

She doesn’t answer right away, and his heart falls into his stomach.

“How can you ask me that?” she says, voice a rough whisper. “What do you want me to say?”

Say no. Please. “I’m only interested in the truth, Scully. You of all people know that by now.”

A tear spills down her cheek, and she wipes it away roughly. “I… I don’t know. Do you have any idea how long and hard I worked to not feel? I’d wake up every damn morning thinking about you. I’d scrub myself raw in the shower so you couldn’t smell me, sense how much I wanted you all fucking night. I’d come to work and turn my heart off, bury my feelings so deep that even now I can barely scratch the surface of them. I did it for years, Mulder.” She takes a deep, shaky breath. “So when my mother introduced me to a nice man with a little girl, I decided to go for it. And I almost forget how to really feel something. But you… you never let me forget. And the rational choices cease to make sense.” She sniffs noisily. “You turned my entire world upside down.”

He hangs his head. “I’m sorry-” he begins.

“No,” Scully interrupts. “No, Mulder. I don’t want your guilt, or your pity; I don’t need it. I want you, and me. I want us to be the two broken people we are, healing. We can’t keep hurting each other with misguided attempts to protect each other.”

“What do you mean, then? How do we stop?”

“By being honest,” she says, coming around the coffee table and perching on the edge of the couch. “We start here. Right now.”

“I-I don’t know how much more clear or honest I could possible be,” Mulder stammers. “The letter spelled it out. My cards are on the table.”

“They are,” she agrees, “But you wrote under the assumption that I wouldn’t reciprocate. You left no room for alternatives.”

“Alternatives being…”

Scully’s eyes are pleading. “Mulder,” she whispers, beseeching.

There’s a knock on the door.

Mulder glances over his shoulder, startled out of their moment. “I ordered Thai,” he explains. “If you’re here, then that must be the delivery guy,” he says.

Scully nods. “Likely.” She gets up from the sofa and crosses to the desk, fetching the tissue box there. “You should-”

“Answer the door, yeah,” Mulder agrees absently, standing and feeling his pockets for his wallet.

The bored teenager on the other side of the door holds the bag out. “Sixteen forty-nine,” he says.

“Give him a twenty,” Scully instructs from the living room, blowing her nose.

Mulder digs a bill out of his wallet and hands it to the delivery guy. “You and the Mrs have a good night,” the boy says, stifling a yawn as he shoves the money into the pack on his waist.

“That tip was what, twenty-five percent?” Mulder grouses, setting the bag on the coffee table.

“Oh, so you can do math,” Scully says, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. “So what’s your excuse for being a lousy tipper, then?”

“Spoken like a former waitress,” Mulder mumbles.

“You’re goddamn right,” Scully says. “Best IHOP server in San Diego.”

Her bravado contrasts sharply with her puffy eyes and watery voice, and Mulder wants to pull her into his arms and never let go.

“You want any of this?” he asks, pulling steaming cartons out of the bag. “There’s plenty for both of us, and if you don’t eat I’ll feel like a crappy host.”

She sits back down on the couch, setting the tissue box on the coffee table. “If you don’t mind sharing,” she concedes.

“I’ll grab you a fork,” he replies, giving her knee a squeeze.

They eat quietly, passing cartons between them, migrating together until they’re shoulder to shoulder in the center of the couch.

“So,” Mulder says, “Before the food got here, we were talking about something pretty important.”

Scully nods, turning her fork to wind noodles around the tines. “That we were,” she agrees.

“About honesty,” he prompts. “Alternatives.”

Scully sets her fork down, closes her eyes. “This… this is difficult for me, Mulder. It’s surreal; I didn’t expect this outcome for us. For you to… to feel the way you do,” she clarifies.

“On the contrary,” Mulder says, “I feel like this was always going to happen, from the day we met. Somewhere deep in my mind I knew I was going to fall in love with you.”

Scully looks at him then, eyes wide.

“Th-that’s the first time I’ve said that aloud,” he says in realization, eyes not leaving hers.

Scully nods. “How’d it feel?” she asks softly.

Mulder licks his lip. “Kinda depends on how it felt for you,” he responds, voice low.

She takes a deep breath. “Call me crazy, but I think I need to hear it again.”

He nods, then on impulse leans in until his mouth is next to her ear, strands of coppery hair tickling his cheek. “I’m in love with you,” he murmurs.

Scully reflexively grips the edge of the couch cushion. “Don’t,” she warns, voice husky and breathier than he expected. “I’m not ready.”

He draws back. “Ready for what?” he asks.

She smoothes her hair behind her ear. “You,” she says simply, looking him up and down out of the corner of her eye. She picks up her fork and takes another bite of noodles. “I’ve spent so long in denial, Mulder, I feel… flammable. Like the smallest spark could just…” she motions to herself. “Destroy my equilibrium, or something.”

“Is this the official medical terminology? Because I’m not familiar,” he quips.

She huffs a laugh. “No, Mulder. What I’m trying to say is that I think we should go slow. Whatever ‘going’ means, in this case.”

“But we are a we,” he clarifies.

“Yes, I think we are,” Scully says tenderly, facing him again. “I… I want to be. But I’m processing things, so I need you to give me time.”

You can have my whole life. “That’s fine by me,” he assures her. “So you think we have a spark, Scully?”

She licks her upper lip, nodding. “Oh yes,” she says, eyes flicking down to his mouth. “Yes, we do.”

He leans back into the couch cushions. “Well then,” he says, eyeing her lazily, “When you feel like starting some fires… I’m your boy.”

#my fic #msr #txf fic #xfiles #fox mulder closet romantic #fmcr #it’s gettin SPICY yall #heheheheheheh #I made myself sweat with this one tbh

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wolvesandpetals · 3 years

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Postscript. Part 1 of 3.

Loki x Sylvie "Our divorce never went through" Modern AU. Angst with a happy ending, Rated T. For Sylki Week day 7: Free day @sylkiweek

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The last thing he wants to do is call up the woman who tore his heart into pieces. But it has to be done. His business partner and his lawyer both insist on it.

[[MORE]]

And he agrees. They are about to land a huge contract that will put them at the top, and he has no intention of letting the woman who left him broken claim any share of his upcoming financial success.

Not that he thinks she would. But he didn't think she'd leave him either, so what does he know?

It's been ten years, but he remembers her number all too well. He wonders briefly if she has changed it by now, but he dials anyway.

Six rings later, she picks up. "Hello?"

It's the familiar voice, warm and irritated, but older, mature, and more jaded. It is clear from her tone that she has forgotten his number, and it stings a bit. "Hi. It's me, Loki."

There's silence, and he has to check to see if she hung up on him. When she recovers, she speaks softly. "Loki? Hi... How are you? I wasn't expecting your call."

"I wasn't expecting to call either", he says matter-of-factly. He called her so many times over the first one year, left her so many messages. But she never replied, and he eventually stopped, vowing to never call her ever again. "But it couldn't be helped. It's an urgent matter."

"Okay?" She asks, confused.

"Do you remember your lovely divorce lawyer?"

Sylvie grimaces. That divorce was a complete mess. She wanted out, Loki didn't, and it dragged on for months. They both had rich parents, but they had married hastily against their wishes, and they were not going to take their parents' help and hear the "I told you so". They were both college students, barely in their 20s, barely married for a few months. They both relied on their limited funds to find lawyers that best represented their interests. Sylvie's was particularly cheap, and particularly inefficient. "Yes, Lacey. What about her?"

"Oh, nothing much." Loki says in a taunting voice. "It's just that, she messed up the paperwork. It turns out our divorce never went through."

She's silent again, and he waits for an outburst, for an accusation that this is his doing, since this is what he wanted. Instead, her reaction is shocked, but controlled, far from the woman who used to fight with him on everything in those last few days. "What? How is that possible?"

"You'll have to ask Lacey that." He replies. "But my lawyer has confirmed that we are indeed still married."

The silence returns, and Loki grimaces. It was better when she had a retort for everything he said. "This time, I do have a competent lawyer, and he will make sure the divorce goes through, I promise you. I just need your signature."

"Okay", she says quietly.

"If you can just send me your address, I will mail the papers over." Then he adds, because his lawyer insists. It's been ten years, surely you're over her, he has said. "Or we can meet and do it in person, make sure this time the process actually goes through properly. Whichever you would prefer." He would prefer never to see her again, but it can't be helped.

"We can meet." Her voice is shaky, something that's rare. "Where are you, these days?"

"I'm still in London." He says casually. "But I'd be happy to drive to wherever you are."

"I'm in London too."

Convenient. At least he won't have to undergo a long trip now.

"Perfect". He says smoothly. "Let's set up a meeting and get this over with then."

---

"I don't believe you." She tells him bluntly.

Tears rolls down his cheek, and he clutches her hands helplessly. "I promise you from my heart, this isn't about your money."

She snatches her hands back from his grasp angrily. "What was I thinking trusting you? Has this whole marriage been a con?"

Something in him breaks, and it shows on his face. "Really? That's what you think of me... after all this time? Sure. Why not? Evil Loki's master plan comes together. Well, you never trusted me, did you? What was the point?"

Sylvie takes a step back. She heard the rumors from a friend who heard it from a friend, and of course she didn't believe them. There is no way Loki married her for her inheritance. But she found her mother's expensive pen hidden in his pocket one night after dinner with her parents, and he didn't have a good explanation for why he had it. He said he didn't recall slipping it in, but there was no way that was true.

The pen isn't everything, but it is the last straw. Combined with all the fights they have been having lately, and all the ways she feels suffocated in the marriage, unable to do the things she wants to do, the pen is what seals the last nail in the coffin.

"Why aren't we seeing this the same way?" She asks desperately.

"Because you can't trust", he says with the saddest smile and the saltiest tears, "and I can't be trusted."

Her hands grip the handle of her suitcase. "Then I guess we're in a pickle."

"Sylvie, wait." He begs, but she's already at the door. "Wait!" He screams, but she's hailed a cab. "Sylvie. Sylvie!" He calls out as her cab disappears around the corner.

And that's it. That's the end of their marriage.

---

They decide to meet in a small cafeteria on their old campus ground on Saturday evening. Neutral location, safe, and with the comfort of familiarity, it is the perfect meeting spot.

Loki gets there early and waits. Every second is tortorous, everything around him bringing back a memory that he wishes he had forgotten. He feels himself tapping his feet restlessly as he orders two coffees. He wonders if her preferences have changed, if he should have waited and asked her first.

"Hi". There's her voice, followed by a burst of blonde. She has cut her hair short, into a tidy little bob, dyed it back to her natural blonde instead of the dark black from her goth days, and her make-up is quieter now, in neutral tones. She would be hard to recognise now, if he hadn't spent countless nights worshipping every inch of that face.

"Hi". He says politely, and hands her a cup. "Two sugars, extra cream, no milk. Is that alright?"

"Yes, perfectly." She says just as politely, with a hint of surprise in her voice. "You remembered."

He tries to brush it off like it's not a big deal. It really isn't. When you spend so much time learning every single thing about a person, all that information doesn't just leave your brain when it's no longer useful. It all stays, and it comes back in unexpected ways, from words of strangers and friends, every little thing triggering a memory he pretends to have forgotten. He shakes his head, willing the inner monologue away for another time. "I remembered the papers too." He swiftly transitions into the matter at hand. He digs into his briefcase, and pulls out a bundle of papers, placing them into the table.

"Right." She says, a little taken aback at how quickly he wants to get this over with. The Loki she remembers from ten years ago wanted to stretch every brief conversation into hours, in the vain hope that she would change her mind. She didn't.

She takes a seat next to him, and glances down at the papers. A question forms in her mind, one she shouldn't be asking, because she's not sure whether she can deal with the response. "Why now? Why the sudden need? Are you getting married?"

He wants to say yes, just to spite her, just to show her he has moved on and found happiness. But he has never been able to lie to her, and he can't start now. "No." He doesn't explain further, has been warned against it by his lawyer.

The man who never shut up is talking so little. It baffles her. She reaches inside her purse to pull out a pen.

Loki shakes his head, his face suddenly contorted in veiled rage. "Don't. I might steal that one too. Use this." He supplies her with a pen he brought himself.

It stings. She didn't expect him to forget about it, but she had hoped nevertheless. She owes him an apology about it, about everything. "I'm sorry I accused you of stealing." She says sincerely. "Dad told me later that you were doing crosswords that night, and you must have mixed up your pens. But at that point, I just really wanted out of the marriage. I just couldn't-"

"Sylvie." He doesn't raise his voice at all, but it's so commanding, that it makes her stop abruptly mid-sentence. "I don't need you to recount the ways I suffocated you. I just need you to sign the papers."

"Right." She says, a little unnerved and suddenly parched. She reaches for her cup, feels her fingers shake, and then-

"Shit!"

There's coffee spilt all over the divorce papers.

"I am so sorry." She says quickly, wiping at the papers with tissues desperately.

He takes in a deep breath to calm himself. He's never going to hear the end of this from his lawyer, is he? "It's okay." He assures her. "I'll get fresh papers ready and get them to you."

"I don't want to inconvenience you again." She says apologetically. "Maybe I can meet you this time? At your place? Or maybe at work?"

"No, that's not necessary." He says in a measured tone. "I will meet you here again when the papers are ready."

"Okay." She says quietly.

He gets up, and she follows. She reaches for his hand, then hesitates when she sees the cold look in his eyes, and just smiles. "It's really good to see you again, Loki."

He nods, doesn't return the compliment, and he leaves, not even bothering to walk her to her car. Why should he, anyway?

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