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currently working on… 1940s bucky x fem!overstimulated!reader
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Andulka
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Cosmic Funnies

shark vs the universe
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JBB: An Artblog!
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NAVIGATION!
call me darce! ✮⋆˙ she/her — 18 — journaling enthusiast
{requests: open closed}
character list — guidelines — masterlist
anti ai write that bad fanfiction!!
currently working on… 1940s bucky x fem!overstimulated!reader
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i’m currently working on a 1940s bucky x fem!overstimulated!reader BUT i would love a few request!! anyone from my character list would be great!!
synopsis: you and bobby just finished trying to help clark film a commercial. now you two are alone with no one else in the store yet (despite being open). you decide to have a little fun…
pairing: sub!bobby franklin x reader
cw: smut! 18+ MDNI
"i don’t think he would have been this quick witted? idk tho he was quick to get back up that corridor."
You are so right 😭 he gives himbo energy in the movie BUT he was QUICK to try and get out of there at the very first sign of danger so maybe he has 2 braincells instead of just 1 🤔
yesss. but i feel like if in the movie it was opposite - kat going down the corridor instead of bobby - i think he definitely would have jumped down for her the second he thought she was in trouble. i wish we had a chase scene with them in the movie too 😓 cuz it would have been nicer to see more of their characters.
another human soul
relationship: bobby franklin x female! reader (in the future)
summary: there is another someone else in the backrooms and when she hears screams she finds a broken man at the end of a corridor. saving him becomes a mission that she never knew she could hope for.
author's note: omg hi! it's literally been 2 years since I've last written anything on Tumblr or fanfic related in general (and I also deleted my account lol) but I'm back! I was struck with inspiration because of this movie so I wanted to write a little something for bobby! honestly all credits due to the better bobby series bc it literally inspired me to get back into writing (to the incredible writer I will forever be indebted to you THANK YOU). I hope you enjoy this little brain dump of an idea I came up with, a part 2 should potentially be coming but I'm also open to requests (!) so if anyone wants to send anything my way pls be my guest I would love to hear from you. anywayyyy enough of my rambling, pls enjoy <3 (edit: I FORGOT TO ADD THAT THIS IS MY WORK, COMPLETELY MADE AND BIRTHED BY A HUMAN BEING, NOT AN AI)
content warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and injuries, horror, psychological horror, monsters, death
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you’re ok..
fem!reader oneshot — reader goes through sloped corridor instead of bobby
you’re ok..
bobby franklin x fem!reader oneshot
A/N + tags: hurt/comfort — lowkey trauma for reader and bobby BUT happy-ish ending — established relationship — slight use of y/n (sorry i’m a y/n defender) — pirate clark makes an appearance — storyline/dialogue will be slightly off, i did watch the movie over a week ago :( — maybe slight ooc!bobby cuz 1. he didn't make it in the movie :( and 2. i don’t think he would have been this quick witted? idk tho he was quick to get back up that corridor. GOD, it took me ages to figure out how they were gonna get out 😓 — lowkey for their hug at the end i imagined the hug at the end of the tangled movie 🥲
omg omg, my first ever fic!! yay yay!!
tw: blood + injury description/detail?, swearing, brief mentions of smoking, general backrooms stuff
word count: 3.2k
the morning started normal, which was probably the worst part.
you woke up slowly, in bobby and yours shared apartment, the faint smell of weed in the air from the joint you had both shared the evening before. the gentle sunlight slipping through the blinds in your bedroom.
you had woken up before your boyfriend, your limbs tangled together and his chest pressed against your back, an arm draped over your waist as he breaths warmly and quietly against the nape of your neck.
you smile to yourself as you take in the calm morning together.
soon enough you can feel him stir slightly from behind you.
he begins slowly pressing warm kisses to the back of your neck and you can feel his lips form a grin as he continues peppering kisses up and down your neck. “morning babe,” he murmurs, and you can fell his warm breath against your neck as he speaks, “you hungry?” you turn around so you’re facing him and immediately he pecks at your nose, “not yet,” you reply, voice croaking slightly with sleep.
he pulls back and instantly you miss his presence against you, “ok, m’gonna get some cereal,” he says quietly while sitting up and getting out of bed. you promptly take note of his topless figure and smirk to yourself as he pads out the bedroom barefoot, headed for the kitchen.
you slowly get out of bed and make your way to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and begin to undress, not a long task as you are only wearing some grey sleep shorts and one of bobby’s old, oversized shirts.
you begin changing out of your shorts and into some jeans, you’re about to take your t-shirt off when a loud pounding at the door makes you jump. “bobby can you get that?!” you call out to your boyfriend and hear a muffled, “sure,” in response.
you’re still trying to pick out a top when you hear bobby calling out for you, quiet and first and then more clipped as his patience wavers. you huff and pick out an orange graphic tee before making your way to the front door, bobby is standing by the open door talking to someone, he turns around as he hears you approach.
you make your way to the door and spot your boss, clark, outside, “babe, clark’s asked us to come in today, he wants us to do…” bobby trails off, turning back to look at clark, a confused expression on his face.
“research,” clark finishes slowly, seemingly unsure himself. you look between your boyfriend and clark, nodding your head with a sigh, “fine, what time?” you question pinching the bridge of your nose, eyes shut as you prepare to take in the answer from clark.
bobby turns from clark towards you and you can feel his annoyance radiating off of him at the notion of coming into work on your day off.
“one pm?” clark questions but it comes out more as a statement, reluctantly bobby nods his head stepping back to shut the door.
clark stops the door with his palm adding, “oh and i need you to bring your camcorder.”
after clark leaves bobby lets out a loud sigh and turns back towards you.
“what research do you think he’s talking about?” he asks you, brows furrowed in confusion. you walk towards him, “knowing clark, anything.” he lets out an amused huff at you comment.
you stop directly in front of him, placing your hands on his bare chest and stepping up onto your tiptoes, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.
his hard expression visibly diminishes at your actions as he pulls you into a more passionate kiss.
you smile into it before pulling yourself away by his shoulders, “come on, lets grab some food before we leave.” you walk off to the kitchen and hear him walk after you, “sure baby.”
you smirk at the nickname, grabbing your own bowl from a drawer and pouring yourself some cereal, leaning with your back against the counter, “hey maybe we should call kat? let her know some overtime money is on the line?”
bobby, turns around and leans against the counter opposite you, digging into his own bowl of cereal, “yeah sure, i’ll call her and let her know.”
you finish your cereal and get ready together before swinging round to kats’ and making your way to Cap’n Clarks.
as soon as you enter the shop it feels off.
not a tangible feeling, it’s deeper than that. it’s unsettling and you can feel it in your bones. you glance at bobby who grants you a worried look in return. kat comes in tow behind you and your boyfriend.
she immediately takes note of clark’s erratic behaviour, as he briskly makes his way to the stairs that lead to the basement, “ok, what’s going on, clark?” she asks wearily, crossing her arms.
clark turns around, now facing you all, “nothing..just come with me, i need you for research…” his answer is breathy, as if he doesn’t understand what’s happening himself.
you all glance at eachother before following clark to the basement.
your eyes widen at the state of the right wall, blue tape in the shape of a rectangle covers a part of the wall, beside it is a whiteboard with markings and maps scrawled messily onto it.
“what the fuck..” kat whispers from behind you and bobby; the fear and confusion in her voice evident.
“come on” clark hisses, gesturing to the rectangle created on the wall as he slowly makes his way over.
you don’t fully understand it at first, one minute clark is stood away from you three, gesturing wildly to follow him through a solid wall, next he’s disappeared, seemingly having walked through the wall.
“holy shit!” you hear your boyfriend exclaim, although it comes out breathy and full of curiosity.
“holy shit, holy shit, y/n did you see that?” he repeats, walking closer to the wall while simultaneously turning his camcorder on and pressing record.
he begins to press his hand to the wall, but it passes straight through, as if the wall were an illusion or not even there at all.
“what..” he mutters, turning back around to face you and kat. you both share the same concerned expression.
“come on you three!” it’s odd, you can hear clark but you cannot see him anywhere in the basement.
“oh my god, we’re high,” you gasp, placing a hand on your head, trying to find any possible explanation for what is going on.
but before you can fully fathom what’s happening, bobby has stepped through the ‘wall.’
“shit bobby! where are you?” you shout, stepping up to the ‘wall’. you hear a familiar voice answer your cry, “babe, come through the wall”
“what?!” you gasp, turning to kat who bears a similar confused expression.
“here,” he calls, and you see a hand emerge from the ‘wall’. you go to reach for it but kat grabs your shoulder pulling you back, “what are you doing?” she whispers, clearly uncomfortable with the growing uneasiness of the situation.
you look back, bobby’s hand is still outstretched. “it’ll be fine, come on,” you state before grabbing his hand and walking straight through the ‘solid wall’
at first, you can’t quite grasp what you can see in front of you: a stack of mangled furniture, all bunched and melded together in a large pile, it seems to be an office space. it’s adorned with sickly yellow wallpaper and fluorescent lights that hum and buzz too loudly. walls that are stained with god knows what and an underlying smell of damp and mould hangs in the air.
bobby pans the camera to you, then behind you. you turn around and see that kat has followed you both through the wall, it takes her a moment to grasp what she’s seeing and you can immediately see the fear on her face as she understands the reality of what happened.
“this way,” clark instructs, gesturing for you three to follow him into the depths of the endless corridors of office spaces you’ve found yourselves in.
“so..” you begin, not really aiming your words at anyone, just trying to stop the confusion and make sense of the situation you’ve found yourself in. “is this the ‘research’ you meant earlier?” you question, adding sarcasm over your words to account for the strange change turn of your day.
“yes,” clark replies quickly as her makes a sharp turn around a corner and halts. “i need one of you to go down there..” he gestures vaguely to a hole in the wall beside you, “and record what you find.” he then turns to a bed that you hadn’t noticed was beside you and grabs some rope that had been placed over the blankets.
“are we tying ourselves up?” bobby asks, a hint of amusement to his voice.
“no, i’m tying one of you up.” clark reply’s, “who wants to go down there?” he asks to you three and you all freeze.
“what are you talking about?!” kat exclaims. clearly distressed with how your situation has escalated.
there’s a beat of silence.
then, “i’ll go.” your voice wavers slightly, but your expression is hard and set. bobby turns towards you, camcorder in hand, his breath catches in his throat at your words. but he sees your face, he knows that expression, and he knows it well; it’s the one you wear when your decision cannot be swayed.
“what?” he tries to reason, placing the camcorder down on the bed and taking your face in his hands. “it’s my camera, i’ll go, baby.” you stare at him for a moment before a shaky, “no,” passes your lips. “anyway, you and kat hesitated and i don’t mind, i’m not scared if that’s what you think.” you rest your forehead against his, it’s clear your mind is made up and so bobby tilts his face back up, placing a kiss on your forehead, a small smile on his face at your obvious attempt to mask your fear though a quippy comment. turning back to the bed, he picks up his camcorder again while kat takes the rope from clark, tying a tight knot around your waist.
kat gives you an apologetic look before taking the camcorder from bobby and putting it into your arms. “be careful,” your boyfriend warns from beside kat before you descend down the sloped corridor.
“what am i looking for exactly?” you call out to clark as you slowly make your way down the corridor.
“i’m uh, not sure,” clark answers, “just record what you see, look around a bit” he clarifies.
“got it!” you call back, turning back to clark as a reflex while replying, before losing your footing and sliding down the rest of the way, dropping the camera on your way down.
“shit, y/n! you ok?” kat calls from the top of the corridor.
“i’m good,” you reply, standing up and grabbing the camcorder from where it fell onto the floor.
you gag loudly at the smell of the space surrounding you, piles of clothes are dotted all around the small room, smudges of black goo oozing out from each pile and splattering onto the walls.
you make sure to pan the camera over the entire room before slowly gaining enough courage to walk further into the space. you pan the camera upwards at a large entrance in the ceiling, you cannot see the end as it only ascends into darkness. a wave of unease passes through you, fear rooting itself in your core but you’re too smug to turn back now.
you walk over to one of the laundry piles and you could swear you’ve seen your boyfriend in one of these shirts…
you turn back and make your way further into the room before you hear a quiet murmur in the far left corner.
“hey, give me some more rope!” you turn and call back up the corridor.
“that’s the end of the line, y/n/n,” you hear bobby call back.
“ok,” you mutter, “m’gonna take it off!” you yell up the corridor.
as soon as you pulled the rope down and off your legs you walk further into the room, the smell so rancid you let out another gag. you make your way over to the area you heard the noise from.
something moves from in front of you and you scream. loud.
“shit!” before kat could grab his arm, bobby has slid down the corridor after you.
a large figure emerges from behind the corner of the room and lunges for you.
you manage to turn around and spot bobby standing up from the floor. before you can run to him, the creature grabs at the collar of your shirt, pulling you back and onto the ground with a thud, you wheeze, the wind having been knocked out of you.
before bobby can make sense of the situation, the creature has grabbed your leg and hauled you through a trap door at the end of the room, you had no breath left to scream for him.
you eyes are half-lidded at the pain throbbing at the back of your skull, but you manage to open them wider to take in your surroundings.
the ‘thing’ is still dragging you across the damp floors of where ever the hell you are, but you can see it more clearly now. it seems to have the same pirate outfit clark wears when he tires to shoot video’s with bobby’s camcorder, trying but failing to successfully promote the god awful furniture shop you all work at.
except, it is actually clark?
“clark?” you murmur, voice croaky from your growing fatigue.
the figure turns, sharply and inhuman. you can finally see its face — not clark. well, technically you do see clark, but he looks different, as if created from a memory of the silly costumes he would wear, but this clarks’ eyes were too big, comical even if the situation was different and it seems that he cannot speak, only grunting and murmuring as he drags you further into the depths of whatever basement you’ve entered.
suddenly, you hear the familiar scuffling of trainers behind you. you manage to tilt your head up and back, spotting your boyfriend quietly traveling behind you, a finger to his lips, gesturing for you to say silent.
you manage a nod, careful not to alert the creature dragging you further into the strange office space.
suddenly, the creature stops and your legs drop to the ground with a thud, the creature turns and you hope that your boyfriend managed to hide before it could spot him.
it slowly shuffles towards you and it’s here that you notice one of its legs is made entirely of wood, like the fake pirate leg clark would wear with his stupid costume.
it begins to claw at you, like a cat toying with a mouse before it kills it. you feel your head pound as the realisation of dying creeps into your mind, your sight becomes blurry, tears threatening to spill as you try to hold back your sobs. it works for a while, but the creature only comes closer, making you sob loudly, “please, please no,” you chant over and over, hoping it might sense your fear and feel some sort of pity.
but no. this thing was hungry and you were its easiest, closest meal.
it begins to lean down, hovering over your body; you are shaking to such a degree it looks like your vibrating with fear. it claws at your arms, leaving scratch marks. you begin to scream and cry out, “please, please I can’t…don’t please!” you scream, voice wheezing as the fight drains out of you.
it leans its head further down, mouth opening with a grunt as it prepares to bite at your shoulder, before it can fully clamp down it lets out a pained groan and you look up to find bobby holding a metal pipe. the creature falls onto your body, winding you and locking you in place on the rough carpeted floor. your boyfriend acts quickly, kicking it off you before grabbing your hand and hauling you to your feet.
you sway at the rapid movements, “whoah baby, you’re ok,” bobby pulls you into him, rubbing up and down your back with a gentle hand.
“we need to get out of here,” you whisper, breathy with fear and adrenaline coursing through you, grasping onto bobby’s shoulder to steady yourself.
“ok uhm…” your boyfriend grabs your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and looking around the room for an exit. he manages to spot a space just big enough for you to both crawl through and he pulls you towards it, his pace quickening with anxiety of never leaving this stupid yellow walled’ basement.
he waits for you to go first, making sure the coast is clear before crawling through after you.
he keeps whispering encouragingly as you make your way through the dark passage, you’re doing great baby, just a little further.you finally see light at the end of the stupidly narrow tunnel and crawl through the end. you crawl out and sit at the side of the exit, waiting for bobby, as he stands up he turns and sees you. immediately he crouches in front of you, grabbing your face in his hands. you lean into his touch, needing the comfort. his eyes move over your body, assessing all the injuries he can see before he mutters, “i’m gonna get us out of here, pretty girl, i promise you,” he places a kiss to your forehead before grabbing your hands and helping you stand.
suddenly, you hear rushed footsteps and to your surprise, kat and clark make a sharp turn around the corner, kat stops as soon as she spots your bloodied figure.
“fuck, y/n/n, oh my god!” she rushes over to you, embracing you in a firm hug, “i thought you died,” she whispers. you smile as you hug her back, “not yet,” you let out a half laugh, half groan as the severity of your situation sinks in.
“wait,” clark holds up a hand gesturing in front of him, “it’s the stop sign, from near the exit.” you look at the sign, then back to bobby who has placed your arm over his shoulder, “fuck, yes!” he cries out.
you all make a run for the exit, following clark who seems to know where he’s going.
you turn a corner and there it is, that stupid melded pile of chairs, drawers and other stupid pieces of furniture.
you spot the taped out rectangle and almost collapse from the sheer relief of getting out of this stupid office.
bobby senses your growing tiredness and whispers to you, “just a little further, baby.”
clark and kat are ahead of you both and they make their way through exit first.
as you reach the ‘exit’ you practically throw yourself into it, collapsing onto the floor beside bobby who went down with you.
you sit up, frantically pulling bobby into you. you’re shaking with sobs, blood all over your shoulder and arms and even some in your hair. you hug him tightly, sobbing into the juncture between his neck and shoulder.
“i got you baby, we’re safe now.” he whispers into your hair.
you go limp against him with relief. finally, no more fluorescent hum. no more damp, musty carpets and no more stupid yellow walls. you had escaped, and you were NEVER going back.
A/N: first ever fic!! hope you enjoyed it!!
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credit not needed. recoloring welcomed. feel free to edit as you need!
quickie bobby franklin x f!reader
ur boyfriend doesn’t care about your shitty retail job.
backrooms movie spoiler free!!. part 2 . smut. wc 5k
you sat behind the large reception desk, surrounded by endless corners of untouched furniture. sofas untouched beneath faded promotional banners, dining tables gathered dust in perfect rows.
being promoted to assistant manager by Clark, the store’s owner, should have felt like an accomplishment. instead, it felt like a joke. no one ever came in and the store was always quiet, but lately the silence felt different. ever since Clark had claimed he’d found ‘something’.
you still remembered the excitement in his eyes that day. Clark had burst through the front doors. he’d been talking so fast you could barely keep up.
“You wouldn’t believe it.”
“found it in the basement.”
“everything’s going to change.”
then, somehow, everything had. not in the way he’d promised. instead of expanding the business or finally paying for decent advertising, Clark practically vanished downstairs. days would pass without seeing him. when he did emerge, he looked exhausted and distracted. and every time you asked what he’d found?
the answer was always the same, “Not yet.”
so, that left you in charge of the entire store. not that there was much to manage. you glanced at the front windows. the parking lot was empty except for your car and Clark’s beat up honda, which hadn’t moved in three days.
another thrilling shift. your chin rested in your palm as you half heartedly counted inventory sheets scattered across the reception desk. not that it mattered much. the numbers never changed, the furniture never moved. the customers never came.
you were halfway through recounting a stack of end tables for the third time when unexpectedly, the front door opened. the bell above it gave a cheerful ding
“There she is.” the familiar voice instantly pulled you out of your boredom.
you looked up, and your entire expression brightened
“Bobby?”
your boyfriend stepped through the showroom, hands tucked casually into his pockets. a warm smile spread across his face as he spotted you behind the desk.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, unable to hide the grin tugging at your lips
“I could ask you the same thing” Bobby teased as he approached.
he stopped at the reception desk and leaned against it, resting his forearms on the countertop. his gaze wandered across the nearly empty showroom, taking in the endless rows of untouched couches and dining sets.
then he glanced back at you. “You’ve got this whole place to yourself again?”
“Looks that way.”
“Where’s Clark?” bobby hesitantly asked.
you let out a long sigh, dropping your pen onto the desk. “Clark? I don’t know. somewhere.”
Bobby raised an eyebrow.
“I saw him for about ten minutes and then he disappeared somewhere downstairs.”
“sounds like Clark.” Bobby chuckled, but his smile softened when he noticed the tired look in your eyes.
“Rough day?”
you slumped further into your chair, your brows now furrowed.
“Rough month.”
his expression immediately turned sympathetic noticing the visible frustration.
“hey” he said softly, your eyes closed for a moment as bobby’s thumb brushed gently across your cheek. the simple touch melted away hours of boredom faster than anything else could.
when you opened your eyes again, he was smiling at you.
“better?” he said softly.
you rolled your eyes, though the grin tugging at your lips ruined any attempt at looking annoyed.
“look.” his elbows rested on the reception desk as he leaned closer. then he reached across the desk and gently squeezed your hand.
“For what it’s worth” he said, “I think you’re doing a better job running this place than Clark ever has.”
you rolled your eyes. “That’s an incredibly low bar.”
“Still counts.” bobby laughed.
the sound echoed pleasantly through the empty showroom. And with that Bobby pushed himself away from the reception desk with a dramatic groan and began wandering through the showroom.
his sneakers squeaked against the polished floor as he looked around at the endless rows of furniture.
“fuck” he muttered, letting out a low whistle. “This place is creepy.”
you laughed, following after him
“Creepy?”
“Yeah.” he gestured broadly at the empty store. “look at it. nobody’s here, half the lights are buzzing, and you’ve got all this shit here”
“You don’t actually get scared in here?” he asked.
“nope”
you stepped closer, folding your arms. “Why?” you asked, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “You scared?”
Bobby’s tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he fought a grin.
“Not even a little.”
“Oh, you definitely sound scared.” you pressed
“I do?”
you hummed softly, you took another step forward until barely any space remained between you.
Bobby’s eyebrows lifted. “Funny” he said quietly. “I was gonna say the same thing about you.”
you huffed, “I’m not scared.”
“No?”
“No.”
his gaze flickered briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.
the corner of his mouth twitched. “Then why’s your heart beating so fast?”
“It’s not.”
“Sure.”
“I swear”
“yeah?” his head tilted slightly as he leaned in, eyes softening.
you knew exactly what he was trying to do and absolutely not. the moment he got close enough, your palm landed squarely against his face.
Bobby stopped mid motion.
“I’m at work Bobby!” you pushed him back with a laugh.
he groaned dramatically, stumbling backward.
“you’re practically all alone here.” he rubbed the spot where your hand had blocked him and shook his head. Bobby sighed heavily and wandered off toward a display bedroom set, he dropped onto one of the beds dramatically, the cushions sank beneath him.
a second later, he bounced slightly, the foam springing back with a satisfying recoil.
his face lit up. “Oh.”
“What?”
“This bed is incredible.”
he thrust his hips upward, bouncing rhythmically on the mattress, his hands positioned in front of him as if he were holding an imaginary body ontop of him.
“This would be great in our bedroom” he spoke honestly
the sigh of seeing your boyfriend practicing his thrusts in the middle of a public retail store was enough to send an embarrassing warmth down your neck.
“Bobby please!” you whined, in a breathless plea. you stepped forward, grabbing his arm and tugging firmly, refusing to look him in the eye. “Get off.”
Bobby didn't get off. instead, he leaned into the tug, “Baby cmonn.”
he used the momentum to roll onto his back and pull you down with him.
“Bobby-“
the unexpected pull threw off your balance. with a surprised yelp, you stumbled forward and landed beside him on the mattress. he laughed a sound that echoed in the quiet showroom.
“you're such a-" before you could finish, he kissed you, not a peck, it was a deep, slow kiss, mouth open against yours, tongue warm and coaxing, a kiss that made you forget about your boss right below you two.
"im working" you mumbled against his lips, but you didn't push him away
"I know” he said, teeth brushing your lower lip, breath coming faster now. and then he kissed you again, harder this time. his thigh nudged between yours, pressing up till your hips shifted instinctively against him, betraying yourself in the needy way your body wanted more.
his hand slid down, fingers grazing past your shorts and down your inner thigh as your breath caught, mouth parting just as a door creaked somewhere down the hall.
you both froze, his body still flush against you, your chest rising and falling fast against his.
they were just casual, wandering footsteps. Bobby didn't move. his hand still gripped your ass, and when your eyes widened, he just gave it another squeeze and murmured
"just Clark doing bullshit" he reassured.
you gave his chest a hard smack, he looked so good like this. sprawled across the bed, his shirt had ridden up, exposing the ridge of his hipbones. one arm was tucked behind his head, the other lazily fiddling with his belt, metal clinking soft and slow. click, tug, loosen.
your hand moved, fingertips brushing along his stomach, just above the waistband.
"we shouldn't. he’s ..."
"in the basement" bobby murmured, pushing up just a little, rising onto one elbow so he could press his mouth to your partially exposed collarbone.
“can't see us here. won't hear us either"
he wasn't wrong. his hand slid beneath your shirt, warm palm flat against your ribs, pushing the fabric up slow inch by inch
"Fuck" he muttered under his breath, eyes locked on your chest like he was starving for it "come closer. let me taste."
and you knew better. you knew how easily he could undo you. but your body moved anyway, breasts right at his mouth's reach as he sat up fully, his mouth dragging across your skin just below the neckline before his lips closed around you. he pulled the fabric upward, bunching it over your bra again, exposing the soft curve of your belly. his lips followed, kisses slow and open mouthed, tongue flicking over the dip of your bellybutton
you bit your bottom lip, trying not to moan when his tongue flicked across your breast, then beneath it as his hand tugged your bra down rough and needy. the cool air on your wet skin made you shiver, his mouth quickly sucking on your skin, sucking the chill away
"Bobby" you whispered, half scolding but already breathless
"Mmhm?" he said, not stopping for a second, lips wrapped around the swell of your breast, one hand cupping your ass and pulling you against him till you felt his growing bulge.
you slid your hands into his hair, you felt him groan low when your fingers tightened, his mouth sucking harder in response.
his hand dropped back to his belt buckle again, metal clinking. Bobby’s fingers pulled at the hem of your shirt. your shirt and bra eased down together, your own fingers curling, tugging until both cups peeled free, your breasts spilling out just inches from his face
he looked up at you, grinning. boyish, yes. but there was nothing innocent in the way his eyes looked at you, his lips were already wrapping around your nipple before you could say anything
"Mmm" he groaned low against your chest, tongue curling over your nipple, sucking deep and slow. his free hand came up to pinch and roll your other nipple between his fingers, teasing until it stiffened under his touch. you head dropped back, a gasp catching in your throat. you bit down hard on your lip, trying to stay quiet, but with the way his tongue flicked and swirled, switching between lazy flicks and sharp little flicks you couldn't help it.
then, pop. he released your nipple with a loud, wet sound, his lips glossy and parted as he sat up moving between your legs, his hands gripped your hips, tugging you against him. his belt brushed your thighs as he settled in between .
you gasped, a surprised little sound escaping as your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"bobby..." you moaned, not even sure what you meant to say. "my boss-"
he grunted against your neck, hips grinding forward just enough to make you whimper again "he’s not fucking here."
that was all he said, like it settled everything. and in a way it did
"just lay back for me" he said and you did.
you got comfortable on the plush mattress, your legs stayed around his waist, spread just enough to cradle him in between your thighs, your breasts still out and glistening from his mouth.
Bobby moved closer, hands smoothing up your legs, pulling your shorts lower as he went. his belt came undone with a rough clink, then in one eager motion, his pants and boxers were shoved down, caught halfway down his thighs as his cock sprang free, thick and veined, tip glistening.
he spread your legs open around his hips as he leaned in between. his hands ran up your thighs, rough palms skimming over your skin.
he reached your waistband, kissing just above the elastic of your shorts, then slowly dragged them down, inch by inch, mouth trailing behind his fingers as he exposed your hips, your lower stomach, the fabric of your panties already slightly damp, clinging between your thighs
he pressed one last kiss just below your bellybutton, then looked up at you as he dragged your panties right along with them until both were bunched around your ankles. and then he saw you wet, aching, from nothing but kissing and friction and his fucking mouth on your tits. he stared for a second, his lips parting, chest rising harder
he stood between your legs, cock flushed, already brushing against your folds. he rubbed himself through your pussy slowly, letting the head glide along your slickness, sliding between your lips without pushing in, but just enough friction to make your breath hitch. he nudged at your entrance and then pulled back, teased you again and again, just grinding with that curve in his cock that rubbed your clit each time
"Bobby" you gasped, hips jerking forward
"Fuck" he muttered, then finally, finally he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed forward.
the stretch was slow and deep, your sweet pussy welcoming him. your mouth fell open, lips parted in a silent cry. no sound came out. you couldn't afford it not with Clark still somewhere nearby, maybe just behind this thin wall
Bobby's jaw clenched tight, his eyebrows furrowing as he bottomed out inside you. he exhaled long through his nose, his hips flush with yours now, every inch buried deep
"Fuck" he mouthed silently, eyes closing shut, his hands tightening on your hips
you both lay still for a second, trying to breathe through the fullness and the thrill of getting away with it, of doing this, fucking like this, with your boss in the room right below.
he moved first. small, slow strokes, careful not to let the bed creak beneath you. his cock dragged through your tightness, his cock brushing every sweet spot inside you as his hips moved slowly, without noise
you pulled him down, hands fisting in the front of his shirt until his face was buried against your shoulder, your mouth brushing his ear now with every soft moan that slipped
"Baby your moans" he groaned, voice cracking and hushed against your skin
"You can't fuck me like this and expect me not to" you whispered back, breath catching at the end of your sentence
his lips found your shoulder, kissing it, biting it gently to muffle his own groan, his hips pressing harder now, movement still slow but deeper
then, he couldn't take it anymore. "Shit, I can't" he whispered against your shoulder, and suddenly his mouth was on your breast again. he latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, moaning around it like it was the only thing keeping him quiet.
your fingers were in his hair, holding him there, cradling his head as he sucked your tits with those wet, open mouthed sucks
your back arched, mouth open again but silent, the pleasure building up with every thrust of his cock
the room was filled with quiet slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out and Bobby groaning into your chest, cock buried to the base, arms trembling from holding himself back, he looked up at you and whispered
“you feel so fucking good baby. gonna cum just from this tight little pussy around me. fuck"
"Don't cum" you breathed, voice shaky, your mouth against his temple as his cock fucked deep and slow inside you, barely keeping rhythm anymore. "we have nothing to clean it up with."
you felt his smile, the curve of his lips pressed against your breast
"And?" he mumbled around your nipple, his tongue flicking lazily before he kissed the soft underside of your breast again, lips sticky with spit. that single response told you everything. because you knew bobby, knew exactly what that smug little word meant
he didn't give a fuck. if he could fuck you full of him right now, raw and messy, and walk away without wiping a thing, he would. he wanted to. you could feel it in the the tremble in his hips, the twitch of his cock throbbing inside your wet pussy.
he was holding back with everything he had, but barely. and then with one full hard thrust. his hips slammed his cock into you, knocking the sound right out of your mouth. the bed creaked loudly and your moan shot out before you could stop it, loud and needy, echoing out into the open space.
you exhaled hard, pressing your hand to his shoulder.
"Baby..” you whined, quiet and pleading, even though your pussy clenched around him just for being inside you like this "please."
Bobby groaned softly, head dropping into the crook of your neck. his breath was ragged now, his cock twitching as he slowly rolled his hips once more.
“i’m gonna-” you started, but the words turned into a sharp moan as he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you. your legs shook harder, your body arching off the bed despite the ache in your muscles
“gimme one” he groaned as he picked up the pace
“Fuck.” you whimpered, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes
“let me feel you” and that was all it took as your orgasm came over you, your walls pulsating around him, pulling him deeper.
Bobby groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming messy as your release triggered his own. “baby fuck” he gasped, his cock twitching inside you as he cummed into you, adding to the sticky mess between your thighs.
for a moment, the two of you stayed like that, panting, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rolled through you.
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈
very important concept that I have to ask you about: does BB like to dance? because what if reader had a Walkman with her or smth and started playing songs for them that would be so adorable I feel like
he would be so delighted by this. by all of it. by the existence of the walkman, by the small sound of music in a place that is normally silent except for the hum. the very concept of you wanting to share something with him that didn't come from him.
the thing about the walkman is that it shouldn't work. batteries die. the backrooms are not kind to electronics. M.E.G. devices fail constantly down here. but yours just... keeps working. it's been working for weeks. and you've stopped questioning why because you have a working theory that involves bb's name and you don't want to look at it too directly. (he is, somewhere, somehow, keeping it alive for you.)
you'd been listening to it alone mostly. headphones in, sitting in the nest, just needing five minutes of something from the real world. and he'd been watching. with that quiet curious head-tilt, that focused-attention thing he does when something about you is new. eventually you'd noticed.
you'd pull the headphones off and hold them out to him.
he'd stare like he's not quite sure what the move is. then he'd come closer. lower his head obediently when you motion, let you slip the foam-padded band over his ears, let you adjust the fit with both hands like you were settling a crown.
his eyes go wide.
not in the human way. in the bb way. the pupils doing the too-fast dilation. his head tilting all the way to that not-quite-human angle, like the music was something he was trying to hear with his entire body and his neck was just trying to help.
he doesn't have a frame of reference for music. he has the hum of the backrooms. he has his own tuneless song. he has the muffled distant echoes of songs that bled through walls in places he watched you and bobby exist. but he has never had this (clean, layered sound made by humans for the express purpose of being beautiful) directly into his ears. into his head. inside him.
and yes. he knows what dancing is. he watched you and bobby do it. when bobby still came around and you were alone at the store, and he would put the music on louder and pull you against him and spin you around. and you laughed and bb watched from the other side and filed it away with the rest of the things bobby got to have and didn't appreciate.
so when the song picks up and you stand up and hold your hand out to him he understands what you're asking. he just doesn't know how to do it.
"i don't—" he starts. quiet. genuinely uncertain in a way he almost never is. "i've never—"
"i know."
"i'll do it wrong."
"that's the fun part."
i’m not sure how much you want to write for bobby franklin, but just in case, i wondered what you’d think of boyfriend!bobby helping his girlfriend cope with nightmares/trauma responses to what the two of them see after escaping the backrooms 💘
boyfriend!bobby comforting you after nightmares ⊹ ࣪ ˖
the backrooms had spit you out eventually, dragged you both through enough horror to leave your nerves permanently frayed, but escape did not mean peace.
it did not mean sleep came easy.
it did not mean your body understood that the fluorescent hum was gone, that the endless yellow walls were behind you, that the fear was supposed to stay there too.
it followed you home.
guidelines!
i’m new to writing so feedback is appreciated but try to stay polite!! :)
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- only sfw: NO smut requests
yes to:
- fluff
- hurt/comfort
- angst
- hurt/no comfort
- feel free to chat to me via my ask box aswell!!
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carl grimes
bobby franklin
peter parker — mcu tasm
1940s bucky
character list:
characters i’m currently writing for !!
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carl grimes — twd
bobby franklin — backrooms
peter parker — mcu + tasm
1940s bucky — i’m a sucker for him 🫡
hii! can I request an angst bucky fic where he has a really bad nightmare from his hydra days and when the reader tries to wake him up he freaks out and chokes the reader with his metal arm, thinking he’s back at hydra and not realising it’s her, resulting in him hating his arm even more. after that, he keeps talking down on himself. and worries about the fact that he is capable of hurting the reader again. Ty xx
my head is full of poison
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: request above
word count: 3.3k
content warnings: angst, fluff, mention of hydra, brainwashing, torture. zemo is here (sorry), bucky wants kids, vomiting, blood, graphic depictions of violence, bucky is self-sacrificing and insecure, not proofread
author's note: hello my love! thank you so much for the request, i hope you enjoy this! thank you also for being so patient with me<33 i've also updated my masterlist for new characters (esp the pitt & off campus! so take a look if you'd like to send some requests<33)
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Reader always falling asleep next to Bucky, yes. BUT. Hear me out okay, Bucky always falling asleep next to reader. Pre-relationship. All reader has to do is be in the same room as Bucky and he's out like a light. It becomes comical because the team tries to figure out who it is and stay w Bucky alone to see if he falls asleep, but it's not until he's sitting alone with reader that he passes out within the minute. The team thinks it's funny, Bucky is embarrassed, but reader thinks it's cute and gets him to start sleeping in her room so he can sleep properly 😋😋
It truly was an acccident.
You’re in the common room late one night, curled up on one end of the couch with a blanket tucked around your legs and a file open on your tablet. The compound is quiet in that rare, fragile way it only ever is past midnight. You hear the soft, familiar whir of servos before you see him.
“Can’t sleep?” you ask without looking up.
until the nineties - robin buckley
set in s3, hopper!reader summary: there's one lucky thing about you and robin being a lesbian couple in the eighties - you don't have to keep your door open three inches. wc: 2.3k+ cw: sensitive themes (talk of homophobia & same sex couples in the 80's) but it's all in a positive way! suggestive themes - heated moment. a/n: this fic means so much to me so treat her kindly
With your father’s presence comes the slam of a door. You’ve been conditioned to associate him with the sound, so when the front door slams open, Robin immediately puts a few inches of space between your faces. Her lips no longer brush yours as she flirts with you quietly, her hand slipping from your waist so she can rest her second arm on the mattress. You glimpse up to the mirror at the other end of your bed and nod to yourself approvingly. In the reflection, you don’t see a pair of lovers, but good friends.
Another door bangs against a wall, and you scoff in amusement as you hear your dad begin yelling before cutting himself off. Robin squeezes your hand which grips the corner of the magazine’s page, but she quickly lets go, moving it away a safe distance. Her soft touch averts your attention back to the magazine — something that had lost your focus many minutes ago, when Robin had decided to press the first kiss to your jaw.
“So I take it you prefer the plaid over the floral?” You mumble, a single manicured nail tracing over the advertised bikinis. “Yeah, I like the funky patterns.” Both your eyes flit up towards the end of Robin’s sentence as the door eases open. Jim Hopper’s gaze is sceptical, but his shoulders slump in relief at the sight of you and Robin, innocently laying on your stomachs on your bed, flicking through a magazine.
“It’s like a time machine in here.” Your dad starts, hand still on the doorknob as he looks back and forth between your room and El’s, where she and Max are in the same position, except on the floor. And also, very much just friends. “Both of you girls with your friends, no boys around.” He leaves the second part silent, but it’s clear that he thinks about how for the first time in years, he doesn’t have to worry about either of his girls and their boyfriends. He nods approvingly before slowly closing the door, and for a moment you just stare at the dark oak, contemplating getting up to lock the door behind him.
Robin slings an arm over your waist, ducking her face next to yours and muttering “You know how I like fun patterns on you.”
“Robs, you just like fun patterns.”
She brings a hand up, resting her chin on it and looking into the corner of the room, thinking deeply. “Well, yeah, exactly. That’s why I like them on you. You make things I already like a hundred times better because they’re combined with you.” Your chest swells with adoration at your girlfriend’s words, and you lean in close to press your lips to hers despite the unlocked door. “I love you.” You whisper quietly, and she echoes the words back to you without a moment’s hesitation.
Pushing the magazine away from you, you roll onto your side, resting your head on a propped up hand. Robin’s gaze drops down to where your shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of your abdomen, and she lets her fingers wander there, tracing absentminded shapes onto your skin. “So you’ll get the bikini?” She asks hopefully, eyes trailing up your body to finally land on your face. “Yeah, I probably will.”
The grin that makes its way onto her face is slow and hard for her to fight off, so she lets it conquer, flashing it in your direction. She leans in close to you, but just before she can kiss you, you interrupt her. “Robin, go lock the door.” She flies off the bed in such an eager manner it makes you giggle to yourself, but Robin winces as she turns the lock, hoping its click doesn’t alert your police chief of a dad. She tiptoes back to the bed, climbing onto the mattress so close to you that she layers her body above yours, intertwining your legs together.
Shimmying onto your back, you smile up at your girlfriend, a chill running up your spine when she runs her fingertips up the side of your neck. Robin leans down, pressing a long and teasing kiss just underneath her fingertips, and you can feel the way her lips quirk up into a smile against your neck when your back arches off the mattress. She laughs to herself when your fingers sew into her hair, pulling her head up and closer to your face.
“Kiss me, Robin.” You plead, eyes flickering down to her lips. You admire the moment her tongue jots out to lick her lips, but don’t have time to process the fact that she’s already leaning down to kiss you with an obedient “Yes ma’am.”
She moans when your fingers scratch at her scalp, but she tilts her head and slackens her jaw to deepen the kiss nonetheless, her lips parting. Your fingers tighten around her golden locks when her tongue finally meets yours, and you hum in satisfaction, pushing her closer to you by the back of her head.
Robin leans most of her weight on her right arm, letting her free hand trail up your body. When she finds the edge of your jeans, she grips the denim fabric in her hands, fingers expertly working to unbutton them. She doesn’t bother undoing the zip, only slipping her hand under your jeans and down your panties. You let out a sharp breath at her cold touch, hand flying to grip her wrist, stopping her movements. She pulls back from the kiss with a wet string of saliva connecting your lips to hers, a silent question lingering on her lips.
“Risky.” You breathe out, and she nods, an unwavering look of content on her features. “What?” You laugh at her lack of response, a hand tightly clutching the fabric of her t-shirt. “Not if you can be quiet.”
She laughs even as you push her head back down into the kiss, tongue immediately tangling with yours, muffling her sounds into mere moans. Her fingers wiggle beneath your underwear, and you loosen your hold on her wrist to let her do as she pleases to you. She trails her hand down, lips suddenly breaking from the kiss so she can avert attention to your neck instead. “No, Robin!” You gasp, twitching away from her mouth. “You know you can’t leave any marks!” She leaves her lips on your neck, letting her head drop down so her forehead rests onto the mattress as she grumbles disappointedly.
“Let me break the rules just one time.” She murmurs, voice laced with dismay. You gently push at her chest, and she instantly rolls off you, letting you swing a leg over her hips to straddle her. She pouts underneath you, hands coming to cross over her chest, but you pull them down, tilting your head at her in question. “No, don’t be upset Robs.”
Robin shrugs, huffing to further showcase her emotions to you. You lean down, pressing your lips to hers once, then quickly again before moving to press kisses onto each of her cheeks. Her cheeks tense under your kisses as she breaks into an unwilling smile, but her hands come up to grip yours hips anyway. “I’ll let you leave marks sometime, okay? Somewhere my dad won’t see, when literally any other person could be the suspect, okay?”
Robin groans, throwing her head back onto the mattress and squinting her eyes as though deep in thought. Then, she shrugs her shoulders, one hand shooting up to cup the nape of your neck and harshly pulling you down, slamming your lips down onto hers. It’s a violent kiss, one that all teeth and tongue, and Robin easily flips your positions back around, hands working to push your shirt up. “But for now, somewhere he won’t see.” She tells you, one hand snaking underneath your back and unclasping your bra.
Her mouth immediately meets your breast, lips wrapping around your nipple, and your hand returns to your girlfriend’s hair, biting down on your bottom lip to avoid making any sound.
“Rob-”
“Hey, what do you girls want for dinner!?”
Robin jerks up away from you at the sound of your dad’s voice on the other side of the door as he knocks loudly, and you scramble up to clasp your bra again and pull your shirt down. For extra measure, you pull the closest hoodie to you over your head before opening the door and facing your dad. El and Max stand in the living room, and El stares at you for a long moment before turning to look at Jim. She pokes him in the side, whispering “Ask her.”
“These two want pizza, that okay with you and Robin?” He asks you with a sigh, and you nod. “Alright, the four of you take care, I’ll order the pizzas for you and go, I have something to do. You’re in charge, hon, alright?” You nod again, pocketing the money he hands you.
Robin comes out of your room just as Jim shrugs his jacket on, and the four of you watch as he leaves. “Should we watch something?” You ask when the door shuts, watching as Robin slumps down on the couch in front of the television. El and Max stare at you for a long moment, and you gesture your hands as to ask what’s going on.
“I didn’t know girls could kiss each other like girls and boys do.” The gasp flies from your lips before you can prevent it, and Robin’s head snaps towards your sister so fact that her neck might have snapped. “El… Where did you - what do you mean?”
“El spied on you and saw you and Robin kissing.” Max clarifies with a shrug of her shoulders, moving slowly to sit in your dad’s armchair.
“El, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t do that.” You gulp, unable to think of anything else to say. Robin stands, turning around to face you, panic written all over her face. The living room is silent for a long and uncomfortable moment as your brain races to find a solution. “Okay, El sit down. Max, next to her on the couch.” You demand, bringing a hand up to your mouth so you can bite at your thumb nail anxiously. The younger girls scatter to sit on the couch in front of the television, nervously glancing at each other before looking back up at you and Robin.
“Are you girlfriend-girlfriend?” El asks, and you freeze, shooting Robin a side glance. She shrugs, and you decide in that moment to be truthful, so you turn back to your sister and nod. “But it’s really important that you don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Because dad would get mad that you keep your door closed?” El hypothesises, and despite the laugh that wants to escape you, you shake your head. “No, El. Look, a lot of people - most people aren’t open to the idea of two girls or two boys being partners. You know, it could really get us in trouble.” You crouch down in front of El and Max, though your gaze doesn’t move away from your younger sister’s face. “Does that bother you, El? That Robin and I are together?”
El shakes her head, looking back at Robin and smiling softly. “I like Robin. She gives me free ice cream sometimes. And she is funny. And you spend all your time with her so I know she is a good person.” You nod in relief, moving your attention to Max. “What about you, Max?”
“No, I think it’s cool. I sometimes hear people talk about couples like you but I didn’t think they actually existed.” Robin chuckles at Max’s words, then looks at you. She notes the stress on your face and brings a hand up to rub your back, furrowing her eyebrows when you flinch on instinct. “You really can’t tell anyone.” Robin echoes your previous words, taking her hand off you and looking at the younger girls with the most serious face she can muster.
“Why don’t people like when two girls or boys go out?” Max finally asks, looking between you. Robin brings her shoulders up to her ears, holding them there for a moment before letting them drop low in a sad shrug as she kneels down beside you. “I wish I knew, Max.” She offers, sighing deeply. She glances towards you, hesitantly extending her arms out to propose a hug. You let yourself fall into her arms, bringing your hands up to hide your face as you whine anxiously, crying “Fuck, we messed up Rob!” Robin tightens her hold on you, caressing your back in slow circles.
“I’m sorry I spied.” Apologises El, eyes clouding with distress. “Will you two promise not to tell anyone? And I mean anyone at all, in the whole world.” Asks Robin, keeping you close to her.
“Promise.” They echo in unison.
“And when the pizza comes, you can pay.” Robin decides as punishment with a sense of finality in her tone of voice. Both Max and El’s heads snap towards you, panic etched onto their faces. Digging your face out of the crook of Robin’s neck, you glimpse at the younger girls, laughing quietly at their expressions. “Can spy through people’s minds but can’t pay for pizza.” You scoff, staring at them longly.
“This is serious, you get that right?” You emphasise one last time, deeply exhaling when they both nod again. “Robin, let me speak to you in private for a moment.” Robin follows you back into your room, standing by the closed door for a long moment in utter silence. At the sight your stillness, she walks towards you, spinning you around and walking you back to the door until you’re pressed up against it. She takes a minute to look at you, then presses her lips against yours in a passionate kiss that has you melting in her arms.
“And here I thought Steve was going to be the only person to know until at least the nineties.” You mumble against her lips, feeling her chest rumble with a silent laugh. She pats your thigh twice at the sound of the doorbell, muttering “Yeah, like any of us will still be alive by the nineties.”