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[papajohnspizza12]

What Makes Papa John's Deal Best For You Get Together?

Pizza has always taken the spotlight at joyful gatherings. It has become a staple that individuals eagerly seek out on the snack table when they arrive at a party. In the workplace, pizzas are often a gesture of appreciation from bosses to acknowledge their employees' hard work during office celebrations. If you need Papa johns deals, connect with Papa John's Pizza. Read more: https://www.zupyak.com/p/3704688/t/what-makes-papa-johns-deal-best-for-you-get-together

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Good Luck Charm

As a United fan, that was a hell of a game 😁

Either way, I wrote this fic for the man city girlies ❤️

Ruben is upset for getting knocked out of the ucl and blames it on Reader.

Enjoy!

You walked through the door, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Having watched the replay of the match on the plane, you anticipated what was to come. Ruben would be upset for sure. It was such and important game to him. Telling him about closing your first major deal at work would have to wait.

You stepped into the dimly lit apartment, announcing your arrival. "I'm home!"

Your voice bounced off the walls with the echo, however there was no response.

"Ruben?"

You search for him in the kitchen without any luck.

"Hello? Is anyone..."

You paused in the frame to the living room. Ruben was sitting on the couch, his arms crossed, scowling at the TV.

"Hey, babe," You said, trying to sound cheerful. "When did you get in?"

He shrugged his shoulders, not giving you a second glance. You stepped out of your heels and approached the couch. "I've missed you." You crawled over to him, planting a kiss on Ruben's cheek before settling down beside him. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." He grunted.

"Well, do you want me to make you something, or should we just order take out?"

Ruben turned to you, eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" You chuckled. He looked a bit intimidating, but since it was unusual for him to be as grumpy as he was, your reaction was to laugh.

"Take out?" He questioned. "Since when do we order take out?"

"I dunno. I thought maybe it would cheer you up. A pizza always puts a smile on my face."

Ruben snorted. "You're fucking unbelievable."

"Hey?" You frowned.

Ruben left your side and got up from the couch.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

"Don't 'hey babe' me," He snapped. "My team lost today. And it's all your fault."

"What do you mean?" You asked, trying to keep her cool. "How could it be my fault?"

"You know how," Ruben said, his voice rising. "You're my good luck charm. And when you're not there, I always lose."

You sighed, having heard this before. You had tried explaining to Ruben that you couldn't be present at every game, but he never listened. He was convinced that you had some kind of magical power that could influence the outcome of sports events.

"Look, I'm sorry, Ruben," You said, trying to placate him. "I really am. But I can't be at every game. I have a job and a life of my own."

Ruben scowled at you. "You never understand anything," he said. "You're always so fucking selfish."

You felt a sting of hurt. You had never meant to be selfish. You had always tried to be supportive of Ruben and his sports career. But it seemed like no matter what you did, it was never enough.

"I'm sorry, Ruben," you said again, your voice shaking. "I'll try to be there for you more often, okay?"

Ruben glared at you for a moment, then stormed off to your room, slamming the door behind him. You were left alone in the living room, feeling hurt and frustrated. You didn't know what to do or what to say when he got like this. Ruben was upset, and rightfully so. Perhaps giving him space was the best thing you could do.

That night, Ruben stayed in your room, leaving you enjoy the evening by yourself. You took yilour time in the shower after dinner and only then dared to enter your bedroom. The room was dark. Ruben lay on the bed with his back to you. You let your towel fall to the floor as you put lotion on your body before jumping into your pajamas, which was just one of Ruben's t-shirts that were big enough for you to sleep in. It smelled like him, which you loved. And you had a feeling that Ruben wouldn't like being near you for a while, so the smell of him would have to do.

"I'm sorry."

You were surprised.

As soon as you slipped under the bed cover, you felt movement behind you, followed by Ruben's arm snaking around your waist,  pulling you to lay closer to him.

"I'm sorry for what I said." He whispered, his lips gracing the side of your temple.

"It's okay." You nodded. "I get it. I can't imagine how...."

"No." He groand. "What I said to you was unforgivable no matter how angry I am about the game."

"Ruben." You turned to face him. You could only make out the silhoutte of his face, nevertheless your hand went to rest on his cheek. "It's okay, I know you didn't mean any of it."

"I love." He said.

"I love you too."

Ruben's hand went from your waist to the back of your head, tilting it backwards as he leaned forward and kissed you. His stubble tickled your face, the smell of him invading your space.

"I meant what I said though" He nodded.

"Oh. Well I didn't mean to be selfish,  but my job..."

"Not that."

"No? What then?"

There was a puase. You could tell that Ruben's eyes searched your face. He sighed. "You're my good luck charm, Y/N. I really mean that."

You smiled.

"I want you with me every game and I know that's selfish of me but it's what I want. It's what I need."

"You need..."

"You." He nodded. "I play better when I know you're watching."

"Ruben, that's...." The sweetest thing a person has ever told you. However, you weren't able to express your joy as Ruben leaned forward again, pressing his lips against yours. This time, he pressed you harder against him, desperate to have you close. You felt him grow stiff against you and gasped at the sensation of his hand, snaking its way under your shirt, cupping your breast.

"Ruben." You moaned. "I love you. More than anything."

"I love you too." He said, but for the moment he loved your body more, doing absolutely everything to expose it.

Your shirt got tugged over your head and tossed into a corner somewhere. Ruben had already moved to tracing kisses down your belly, not stopping until his head rested between your legs. That's where he paused, looking up at you, his eyes now clear in the night.

"What?" Your hand lay on top of his head, gripping a bundle of his hair.

Ruben smiled. "So, how was work?"

You shook your head in disbelief, "Just finish me off, you superstitious idiot."

[starsomens]

i've never requested something like this before so bare w me, but can you do 4. Forehead kisses with 9. "You're absolutely perfect in my eyes". i feel like this would be so cute if the reader was feeling a little insecure or just self conscious about herself and noah was trying to make her feel beautiful. maybe even starting with forehead kisses but going to kiss different parts of her like her neck, chest, arms, hands, stomach, etc. THIS WOULD BE SO CUTE PLS

Note: we love the fluff!!!!! also because we deal with topics of self esteem every reading this is beautiful as hell! <3

4. Forehead kisses 9:"you're absolutely perfect in my eyes"

Warnings: Language

"Babe you okay?" Noah asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You had ordered pizza "You aren't really enjoying your food" he pointed out

"Hm? Oh I'm fine I just ate earlier is all" you smile at him

You lied.

It was after a small meet and greet with fans, and you knew what you were getting into. They were an amazing band, with great music and die hard fans. Of course with Noah being lead vocals, he gets a lot of attention. He was talented, handsome and so sweet, how could he not capture the hearts of his female fans? You knew he loved you, everything about you and yet...you still felt insecure at times.

You see so many girls with beautiful features, amazing bodies, they could easily pull Noah if they tried. You were with them today there was a gorgeous girl who came to the VIP and met the boys. She had given them each a hug with some small talk, and it was just the way she looked at Noah that turned your stomach. She was trying to get his attention, trying to make that eye contact. You tasted a bitter taste in your mouth as you snapped the picture for them.

Of course Noah never thought about it for a second. He already had eyes for someone, and that someone was you. But your mind lingered on the interaction until you got home. You tried to keep things on the low but it was hard. You both loved having pizza after shows and just talking and enjoying each others company. You didn't even have an appetite, still feeling a bit bothered. After a single slice you got up, cleaned your dish and kissed Noah as a thank you for ordering pizza. You only gave him a peck on the cheek and he grabbed your hand

"Sunshine, are you mad at me?" he asked feeling hurt by just the peck he was given.

"No baby, just a little drained from the show is all, I promise" you smile at him and kiss him fully on the lips "I'm gonna go and shower okay?"

"Okay, I'll clean up here" he smiled watching you head upstairs. He still felt something was off, it was one of the many things you loved and hated about him. You could never hide your true feelings from that man. He in fact did clean up and put everything away and made his way up stairs. The bathroom door was cracked and he stood near the door and saw you in the reflection of the mirror. You were just staring at yourself, with a disappointed look on your face?

You were in your underwear looking at yourself in a vulnerable state. You didn't have that body everyone else was able to gain, you looked average, none of your features really stood out. You wipe your eyes and sniffle feeling your heart sink the longer you stared at yourself. Your eyes wondered the mirror and saw Noah watching you from the hall. Your heart jumped out of your chest and you quickly close the door and lock it.

"Y/N! I knew you were okay, open the door!" he called you out as he tried twisting the knob, finding it locked

"Noah! Why were you watching me?!" you asked half embarrassed and half angry

"I always watch you! This is any different! Damn it Y/N, why did you say you were fine? What's going on?" he said resting his forehead on the door

"It's...nothing, you wouldn't understand!"

"What have you told that I haven't understood?" he asks still trying the knob as if it would unlock itself.

You stay quiet knowing he was right…he was good at listening and understanding there was never a time where he didn’t understand because he always tried to…..

"Goddamn it Y/N….babe open the door….please." He asked more gently “I just want to help you…please tell me what’s wrong”

“I don’t……I don’t want you to see….” You admit feeling the ache in your chest again

“See what, sunshine?” He asked

“…me…”

“Baby….open the door please.” He asked again “I want to see you, I need to see you”

You finally cave and with a huff you unlock the door and open the door slowly. He hated seeing your eyes red and puffy from crying. You had put a towel on, and look at anything but Noah. His arms come around you and bring you close

"Y/N I hate seeing you like this, what's going on?" he asked you again

"Noah do you....am I..." he pulls back and looks at you as you try and find the words "...that girl...did you think she was pretty?"

"What girl...the ones from the meet and greet?" he said trying to pinpoint who you were talking about "Did she say something to you?"

You shook your head "no she was just....really pretty..."

He finally got it. He knew what you meant "Oh princess no, no, no...." his hands came up to cup your face in his hands and wipe your eyes "I saw what she was doing, she wasn't even a fraction of your beauty."

"But...she was so-"

"Don't finish that sentence cause it's bullshit. Now get in the shower" he said starting up the warm water, he then strips from his hoodie

"Wait but-"

"Ah, not another word, now strip and get your sexy ass in here!" he said stepping into the shower. You take in a breath and drop your towel and let your underwear fall and joined the towel. You step in and join Noah bashfully, as if hasn't already seen you naked. The water was nice and warm and you let your hair soak. Noah reached for the soap and your scrub. He lathered the soap and started on your back. His hands were gentle and he was quiet, Despite his silence his actions were louder than your tears. His hands were gliding along your body caressing, and washing softly, his lips kissing anything and everything he loves on you.

"My pretty, beautiful, gorgeous girl" he whispered, just loud enough to hear above the water hitting the tile. He grabbed the shampoo and poured out some for your hair. He combed his long fingers through your strands and massaged it thoroughly

"With the prettiest hair," he added in "I love finding your hair in my clothes and on my desk." after he rinses off your hair he takes a hold of your hands and brought them to his lips "these hands that I love seeing in mine, feeling them touch me, or brush my hair"

"the prettiest eyes, I love waking up and seeing them staring at me" he said kissing your eye lids "and of course, your lips. My favorite things to kiss"

He stops at your forehead and says against it "You're absolutely perfect in my eyes." another kiss to your skin. Noah really did love you inside and out but he needed to remind you every now and then that you were the girl of his dreams

"Oh my princess, you know I love you right?" he asks hugging you underneath the steady stream of water

"Mhm, I love you too"

"Good," he kissed the crown of your head "Now let's go and have some of the ice cream I bought. Yeah?"

「✨Taglist✨」 @lilhobgobbler @cncohshit @vir-tual @tdopomymind @concretenoah @misspygmypie @noah-seb-omens

[ladytemeraire]

One of my older coworkers is basically the Weird But Cool Uncle of our department. He'll collect the entire group of co-ops/interns and take them down to the cafeteria for ice cream, he'll take you out and teach you how to shoot or change a tire or whatever you need and want to learn, he'll randomly show up whenever you need help (as long as you ask) with a trailer to help you move or power tools to fix whatever needs fixing, and all he asks in return is some gratitude and maybe that you buy him a pizza or donuts at some point. He helped me move from my apartment to my house two years ago. When my furnace went out after Thanksgiving last year, he showed up with a bunch of tools to see if he could quickly fix it before the repair company showed up and/or I needed it to be replaced.

Anyway, I mentioned to him today that I was considering a small sawzall and/or chainsaw to deal with saplings growing by my garage and back fence and the resultant lumber on my property (since I have a fire pit in the backyard, might as well make use of it) and he immediately messaged me with "cool, here's the brands you want to consider, let me know what size you get so I can make sure I have the same size chain/blade to match in case yours breaks so I can give you one of mine" and y'all, I damn near cried in the middle of the work day at such a casual expression of community and solidarity and connection. It's so rare that someone who isn't family (and even if they are family in some cases) will casually set you up for success like that and I am so, so grateful to have him in my life.

He also showed up after work today to help me deal with said saplings and helped me hack off a bunch of wild grapevine while we were at it, so I'm definitely gonna buy him lunch this week.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiiii, hope u're doing well :)

Can I request a slow burn-strangers to lovers connor stoll x mortal reader please?

( no headcanon, just a one shot 🫡)

Like how they met, their first kiss... AND connor reveling he's a half blood

A fem reader or gender neutral is okay

Okay so this has been sitting in my drafts since the stone ages but I had a burst of motivation so here's 2.9k of teasing and fluff

It's not really a slow burn because it's a one shot but it's implied that it happens over time so yk yk. And I checked all the boxes you get first interactions a make-out session and the big reveal :)

<3

Cafe au but it's not an au--- Connor Stoll x gn mortal!reader

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“We’ve got a new kid today, you wanna show him the ropes?”

You finished ripping the receipt out of the machine and smiled politely at the customer who took their change and moved to the side. The receipt made a tearing sound as you pushed it onto the metal spike [you didn’t actually know what it was called, you realized], and then spun around, “oh thank god, yes please.”

“That’s what I thought,” Maria chuckled, wrapping an apron around her middle and pining his name tag to the front of the green material that had an odd shaped stain on the pocket. “You hate the till.”

“Who doesn’t?” 

“Hopefully the new kid, he should be here in a minute, I did say four thirty.” He looked up at the clock behind the queue of customers waiting for their coffees that read four forty, and then glanced towards the glass doors.

“What’s his name?” You ask, resetting the price on the cash register and taking off the stupid little cap whoever was at the til had to wear. You groaned, “oh please don’t tell me it’s his first job, i can’t explain how to count change to another pimply little-”

“It’s his first job, just moved to New York,” she said, lifting up a sticky note and reading the note underneath it on the whiteboard near the mops. “And his name is… Cecil Markowitz.”

“I’m here, I’m here!”

“We noticed.” Maria muttered drily, pulling the cap over her jagged strawberry blonde hair. 

A blonde kid, maybe fifteen or so, panted on the other side of the counter. He was in a school uniform that he tugged a black hoodie over the top of as he spoke at the speed of light. “Sorry, my brother had to drive me and he ran like four red lights so we wouldn’t be late but then-”

“Then you shut up so your amazing big brother —who did not have to drive you here by the way, I have other things I could be doing— wouldn’t get arrested?” Another boy asked with a raised eyebrow, swinging car keys around his pointer finger. You had to pay a little more attention to him than the bouncing blonde currently eyeing the tip jar, because wow, the jawline he had…

“You have to look after us Connor! That’s the whole agreement!” Cecil hissed up at his brother. 

“Zip it, short stuff.” Connor [you liked the name] smirked, then turned to you. His eyes widened for a moment and you ignored the fact you immediately noticed they were blue. He blinked a few times and then cleared his throat, “Um. uh, I’ll get a black coffee… please.”

You just shrugged at him, and motioned for Cecil to follow you into the kitchens, where the fridge foods were whipped up. “Don’t order from me, I'm showing short stuff around.”

A look of horror dawned on the new employee’s face. “No, not you too!”

»»————-　★　————-««

“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve pizza here, there’s a dominoes a few blocks away if you-”

“No, I want to order one here, thank you.” The customer said to you with a frown and that patronizing look you got ten times a day just for being a teenager. “I know what I’m talking about, I’ve gotten pizza here a million times, and I'd like two large meatlovers.”

You stared blankly at the woman in front of you for a moment and wondered if it was too late to drown yourself in caramel sauce just so you wouldn’t have to deal with this lady. You take a deep breath and bring out that perfectly fake smile again to-

“Oh Fucknuggets! Miss, that chick just ran off with your purse! You’d better go chase her down!”

“What?” She shrieked, and reached for her big red leather bag and went pale under her orangey powdered face. “Oh for heaven's sake!”

The woman was out the door immediately, chasing down four different people that had just left the cafe. She waved her arms wildly and wailed like a duck that had just been stepped on.

Connor watched her leave with an amused expression on his face you had to quickly pull your eyes away from. He reached into the pockets of his spiderman hoodie [SpiderHam, to be specific] and pulled out a blinged up silver purse, flicking through the contents with interest. 

He turned to you and held up an ID card with that smug expression that made your stomach feel like you’d had too much bubble tea. “I reckon I could pull it off, in the right lighting.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” You said quickly with your eyes narrowed, but Connor pulled the wads of cash out and stuffed it into the tip jar as he turned to the glass double doors. 

“Hey!”

Cecil nearly stumbled into another customer and you motioned to the back of the cafe, pulling his apron off the rack and handing it to him as he took off his yellow beanie, which for some reason had a lot of little sun’s sewn around the edges. “Hey short stuff, you can start by taking the trash out.”

He visibly sunk, tying the apron around his middle and sighing. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Definitely don’t go over the fence to the back of the dollar store because it would be a terrible idea to see the baby racoons living in the recycling bin.”

Connor grinned, watching his little brother speed out of the room with black bags of rubbish in his hands. “So… Can I order from you today?”

“As long as it’s not a pizza, go ahead.”

“...What’s your favorite?” Connor asked, leaning on the bench littered in plastic cup lids and receipts, with his chin in his hands. He was lucky there wasn’t a queue behind him, but you probably would’ve let him sit there and distract you anyway.

You just tapped away at the ipad, sending the last of the order’s over to Maria, who was making one of the matcha teas. “Not a black coffee, if that’s what you're asking.”

“No seriously, what is it?” he said, and you felt yourself get hot when he glanced somewhere a bit lower than your eyes. Not in a gross way, but holy shit when did his own eyes get that lidded? “Maybe I’ll try it sometime…”

“Are you asking to kiss me or do you actually want an iced strawberry tea?” You blurted out, hand frozen over the screen in front of you. 

Connor went red in a matter of seconds and shot up, his eyes certainly not lidded anymore. “Oh look at the time I have to go make sure my goldfish doesn’t drown,” He yelped, tripping over untied shoelaces and scrambling to the door. 

“Careful… You’re looking at him like you look at those racoons.” Maria muttered as he walked past with a little grin.

»»————-　★　————-««

You dumped your school bag on a bench in the corner of the kitchen, but before you could ask Jerry if there was a new order you were supposed to pick up some new ingredients [the amount of times Connor ordered a black coffee when he dropped off Cecil meant they were seriously out of it[, someone banged on the back door. 

It was pouring with rain outside, but you eased open the door and peaked out into the stormy weather, then frowned at the figure. “What are you doing back here-”

You stopped in your tracks and choked, nearly dropping the drink in your hands. Cecil rubbed his hands together to avoid frostbite, a thin line of blood down the side of his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead, and thin patches of golden powder covered it, and his clothes.

He grinned, wiping his nose. “If it’s any consolation… This isn’t my blood?”

“Maria’ll clean you up, go.” You open the door properly and shove him into the warmth, then shut it behind you and step out into the biting wind that ripped though your green apron, and marched up to the car parked near the dumpster.

Holding your hand over your eyes so you weren’t blinded by the headlights, you yelled at the driver. “Why the fuck did short stuff just come out of a fucking apocalypse movie?”

Connor leant over the passenger seat and opened the door with a totally fake innocent smile. You didn’t think he could look innocent. Hot, on the other hand…He still looked hot with blood smeared across his cheek and something shiny underneath his fingernails, apparently. He shrugged one shoulder “I mean, it isn’t our blood?”

“Connor.” You muttered, crossing your arms and squinting through the mist swirling around your feet. You looked down and had to step out of a puddle with a grimace. 

Connor blinked and replied instantly, as if this was something he had to do a lot. “Do you want the technically legal version, the version that’ll make you happy, or the-”

You cut him off and glared, rain clinging to your eyelashes. “The truth.”

Connor thought for a moment and then gave you an apprehensive look. “There was a feral Harpy in the backseat of the car that popped out when we got to the intersection two blocks over.”

You sighed. “I said the truth-”

“You don’t believe me.” His voice was faint, and somehow hurt. He sounded resigned though, like he was expecting it. The look on his face made you want to climb into the pretty beat up car and grab his face and tell him you believed him so much and forever just so he’d look happy again.  

Maybe if you let him talk. He could be referencing something you hadn’t seen, you reasoned. “Was the harpy like a monster or a furry?”

“Well when you think about it harpy’s really are just furry’s, but yeah it was an actual monster.” Connor said simply, and then he chewed on his thumbnail nervously “Uh, do you wanna… hop in? You look like my brother when he stuck a huntsman in Annabeth’s pillow case.”

“What does spider pranks have to do with being soaked?” You mutter, not really meaning for it to be a question. You climbed into the passenger seat, brushing pools of water off you and wiping your nose. 

“You can’t even imagine.”

You raise an eyebrow at Connor. “I work in customer service, try me.”

“My dad is a god.” He blurted out, then froze and turned away from you with an odd expression, his gaze trained on the rain outside.

“Are you talking about the Romans and the Egyptians, or are you Jesus?”

“Greeks, actually.” Connor said through gritted teeth, then his eyebrows shot up and that familiar tone you might have thought about a few times seeped back into his voice. He untensed and grinned at you“One of my buddy’s did come back from the dead actually… but I don’t think Jesus would like him very much.”

“Why?”

“He’s dating one of my other buddies.”

“Oh.” You blinked, but you weren’t really sure what this conversation had to do with Connor and Cecil being attacked. “Good for him.”

“My dad’s Hermes.” Connor said suddenly, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes. When you didn’t answer, too focused on the way his face looked when he scrunched up his eyes, he glanced at you again with a cautious smile, as if your reaction really mattered to him.  “Surprise?”

You thought for a moment, actually considered it, and “Yeah. That checks out,” 

“Whaddaya mean? I don’t have wings on my shoes!”

“Isn’t he the god of like, traveling and stealing shit?” You ask, smiling back at him as reassuring as you could, soaked to the bone sitting in a boy’s car six minutes before your shift started. “Dude, you drive your brother back and forth across New York four times a week. And you stole that lady's purse.”

‘Oh yeah. That was fun,” he sighed, and sunk in the driver's seat. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and closed his blue eyes, relief painted across his face.

You wiped your nose again, sure that you’d get a cold tomorrow just from standing in the lovely New York weather for more than a few seconds. A song played on the radio quietly, and you recognised it from the playlist Maria played on the speakers in the cafe sometimes. 

The lyrics went something like ‘I rob and I kill to keep him with me,

I'll do anything for that boy’. When you looked over at Connor, you gulped.

Connor glanced at you from underneath his hand, and then looked down at the drink still clutched in your hands. The pink tone of it matched the fluffy strawberry’s hanging from the rear view mirror, and it was making your fingers hurt with the cold. 

He smirked. “Are you supposed to drink while you’re working?”

“You make it sound like I'm doing shots behind the counter.” You shot back with a glare, and then felt your face heat up as you spoke. “And uh… it’s not… I didn’t make it for myself.”

“There’s an angry old lady in there, you know?”

This was excruciating. You ducked your head and bit your lip a little, looking out the window so you wouldn’t have to see Connor’s face when that stupidly hot smirk spread across his lips. “Uh… I didn’t make it for a customer, either…”

“Is that-”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Connor was wide eyes and slack jawed when you turned back to him, a dark blush across his cheeks that you wanted to take a photo of because goddam he was cute, but you knew you wouldn’t be forgetting the sight any time soon. He opened his mouth to talk, his eyes no longer at, well… eye level. 

You put the drink into the holder between the seats and followed his gaze. “Just kiss me.”

You hadn’t seen that smile before. 

His hands were so warm on your jaw, as hot as the tight feeling in your chest that melted quickly. It happened so fast you couldn’t really register anything until you realized Connor was halfway between your seats with his teeth on your bottom lip and his soft hair threaded between your fingers. 

You used it to tug him closer, as close as he could and then more, because he was warm and soft and you could feel his grin through his lips that moved against your own in rhythm that ebbed and flowed. He slid his hands off you and you nearly pulled them back, until Connor was hugging you tight around your middle, his fingers knotting through the bow tied on your apron. 

You chewed on his lip, which felt puffy and pulsing under your touch, but you kept kissing him, breaking away every few seconds to breathe, but you couldn’t not press your lips along his jaw. He was just too much. You had to kiss him everywhere and pull on his hair and tilt his head back and melt into his touch like you’d die if you didn’t. 

Connor sighed into your mouth and gulped, you could feel his Adam's apple bob under the palm of your hand as you pushed him back gently by his neck. You got up on your knees as he blinked once or twice, like he’d been in a trance. “You took that all very well,”

“Don’t worry, I’ll freak out later when it sinks in.” You muttered back, pushing him back into the driver's seat where he’d begun. He made an odd noise and tightened his arms around your waist, ducking his head and when he pouted you couldn’t help but slide over the cupholder and sit on his lap, as if you hadn’t been planning to do so the whole time. 

Then he frowned, “Wait, you’ll freak-”

“Shhhh,” you said, pressing a finger to his soft lips. He shut up immediately. You glanced behind you at the console, checking the time. “I have four and a half minutes til I have to start, we can discuss this later.”

“Deal,” Connor breathed, dragging your hands down to his neck again and looking up with vague out eyes. You grinned at him and went back to wiping that stupid smirk off his lips.

»»————-　★　————-««

“Your boyfriends here.”

You looked up from the kitchen counter you were wiping down after an accident with the tub of coconut shavings, “Why?”

“I’m assuming he’s here for you, short stuff doesn’t have a shift til the weekend.” Maria checked the whiteboard and glanced out the swinging doors. You moved to peek over her shoulder and saw Connor standing by the doors, swinging his car keys around his pointer finger absentmindedly. He was wearing that spiderman hoodie again, the one you’d accidentally tipped black coffee down the front of once when you’d worn it. 

You grinned, if you finished up cleaning and took the trash out, you’d be done in five minutes and you’d get to follow him to his car that surely wasn’t road safe and then go wherever it was he’d planned this time. 

“Go. But tomorrow you have to stop the racoons from eating the tires off my Harley.” Maria sighed, crossing his arms and motioning to the exit.

“I love you.”

He raised his eyebrows “Was that directed towards me or the boy-”

“Both.”

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[starlightandfairies]

Gentle Love ~Austin Butler~

Description: Reader hasn't been in a relationship where the partner returned their love. The relationship with Austin is the first time true love was felt

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst, bad relationship with past lovers

Key: POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,095

*Requests are open!*

2nd person's POV

Austin was the greatest person that you could've had; he was loving, kind, sweet, funny, gentle, caring, protective and always made sure that you were looked after and cared for. It wasn't that you didn't love Austin, you did and you loved him so much that you were wary of loving him. Austin didn't know about your past relationships, didn't know that the others you had dated didn't treat you right, that they said 'I love you.' when they didn't and treated you with a giant disregard for your feelings and your emotions, only using you to make your pain go away and not treat you with any love or comfort for your problems or your shitty days. 

So, with your relationship with Austin, it was difficult to really feel like you could exist knowing that the person you loved with your whole heart loved you in return and shared the same amount of care that you had for them. Austin walked to you, coming from the bathroom, smelling clean and nice with his cologne that you could practically bathe in to just feel close to him and remember him when he wasn't near you. 

A smile formed on your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, startling you just for a moment as he had come up behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. A small kiss rested on your cheek, and he embraced you close to his chest. 

"Hey, sweetheart." 

"Hey, darling." You replied, turning your head to smile at him, blushing as he caught your lips with his and placed a loving kiss on your lips. Once Austin pulled away, he placed a kiss on your forehead, sitting beside you at the kitchen counter and grabbed your hand within his. 

"How was your day?" Austin watched your features carefully, he watched the look of surprise that flashed on your face and waited to hear what you had to say before he interjected with his thoughts. 

"It was okay, nothing special. I'm just glad I'm home. How was your day?" 

"Anyone get you down, mistreat you, any?" Once again he watched as a look of surprise flashed over your features, though, he watched as a gentle smile formed on your lips and glanced at your intertwined hands as you fiddled with his fingers and slipped the rings on and off his fingers. Twisting them around, playing with the cold metal and glanced at him as he cupped your face in his hand to get you to look at him. 

"No, no one was being mean, it was just a long day, I personally just couldn't deal with all the bullshit today and honestly didn't want to be at work today." 

"I know what you mean, sweetheart. Do you want pizza for dinner?" Seeing you smile made him smile, you had such a gorgeous smile that he couldn't help but smile with you whenever he saw your gorgeous grin. 

"That would be nice, thank you." He nodded, resting a kiss on the back of your hand, chuckling as he dragged your stool closer to him. Your legs were touching, he rested a hand on your thigh, giving a reassuring squeeze before he started speaking. 

"Then, we'll have pizza. I want to ask you a question, sweetheart..." Austin watched as you took a breath, looking as if you were scared of hearing what he had to say. 

"Why do you look surprised when I check in on you? You do it whenever I ask about your day or ask how you're doing. Do you think that I don't actually care or something else?" You cringed lightly, Austin smiled reassuringly at you and watched as you took a couple of breaths before staring at the wall, scared of ruining everything that you cherished in your relationship. 

"Sweetheart, look at me, please. You have nothing to be worried about, I promise. You and I, we're in this together." The dread and anxiety on your face worried Austin, he could see the internal battle you were having with yourself. Clearly not wanting to deal with whatever you were thinking about and whatever was going on.

"In my other relationships, my past ones, the guys that I dated... they didn't love me. Whenever they said that I loved them, it was a hollow response from each of them. None of them cared about me, never asked me how I was or how my day went. They used me as a way to vent, pouring their day to me with how annoying it was or how their boss was being a dick but never cared to hear what I had to say. Then, whenever I tried to discuss my day, all of them would complain that I was being pathetic and that my problems didn't matter. It was just a bunch of empty lies, they never loved me and I guess... I guess when you ask me first and look at me with all that love in your eyes and all that care. It just surprises me that I'm in this relationship where I'm with someone that cares for me and I've never been in a relationship were they care for me or truly loved me like you do." 

Austin listened to your words, frowning as he realised that your past relationships weren't good, he didn't understand how someone who was the perfect person to have was treated like crap. Austin brought you into his arms, hugging you tightly and fiddling with your hair as he took deep breaths. 

"I'm always gonna care for you, I'm always gonna love you and you never have to look surprised when I ask you how your day was. I'm always gonna do that, I'm sorry that you had some crappy relationships but know that I love you with 110% of my heart and I will until the day that I die."

You stared at him with a smile, and rested a kiss on his lips, chuckling as he didn't loosen his grip as you tried to pull away. 

"I love you." You whispered, staring at him, Austin planted a kiss on your forehead and leaned over to grab his wallet. 

"Same as usual?" 

"Yes, please." 

"Garlic bread?"  You nodded, chuckling as he leaned in one final time for a kiss and walked over to the laptop the two of you shared. 

[jawritter]

Carry On

Chapter 19

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3097

Warnings: Angst/Flangst, mentions of male masturbation, S*ut talk. Dealing with life after an injury, mentions of Body Dysmorphia. 

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

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Y/N would have thought that by now, not sleeping would have been something that she was quite used to, but as she sat alone in the kitchen of what was Dean’s childhood home…now her home…at somewhere around six in the morning, she wondered if she was possibly too tired and stressed to sleep, which only added to her mounting exhaustion. 

She was tired, so very, very, very tired. 

Not that she didn’t have reason to be. Hell, they made a move yesterday that would have taken a toll on anyone. They moved three hours away from the only physical home they had ever known, to move back into Dean’s childhood home that he wanted to restore, to start a life together. That was enough to exhaust anyone. Add in Dean’s recovery to the whole scenario, and well, that was a good recipe for exhaustion all by itself. 

Dean had been so tired last night once he’d gotten out of his shower, he’d barely even eaten two whole slices of pizza before he was already falling asleep next to her. 

In a way, she was thankful for it. She was afraid he’d have trouble sleeping here because of the memories of all the past trauma he’d been harboring his whole life concerning this place, but it was safe to say he was so tired that he was out for the night. The man barely moved; all night long, and had it not been for the steady rise and fall of his chest, she would have been worried that he was dead. 

He was still sleeping soundly when she finally decided to wander downstairs and make herself some coffee. 

This place was in impressive shape, all things considering, but it needed work, there was no denying that. Then again, she wondered if Dean was gonna wanna change much of it. If he was going to restore it to what he remembered, if he remembered enough to even do that, or if he was going to change everything all together. 

But what felt like it needed more work than the house and the garage at that moment was herself and Dean. 

Dean was getting stronger, she knew that, she could see that. But, the biggest problem was, she didn’t think that HE could see that. He felt weak. He felt like a failure. She was seriously starting to worry about whether or not he was getting stuck in his own head, and the whole feud with Sam wasn’t helping anyone. 

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to regain control of the swirling thoughts, worries, and emotions that thundered through her mind. It was too early in the morning to be this stressed out. But here she was… killing it. 

This is why she was already finding gray in the midst of her hair. 

One thing she did know for certain, Dean and herself were not going anywhere or doing anything today other than just being lazy, and maybe a little light unpacking around the house. She wasn’t even going to let him get dressed if she could help it, and go down to the shop. The shop would be there after he rested some. He’d damn near overdone it yesterday, even though he wasn’t going to admit to her he was in pain, she could tell that he was last night when he’d crawled into bed next to her. She refused to let him set himself back just because he felt the need to push himself to the breaking point. 

Forgoing the mostly cold coffee that sat on the table in front of her, Y/N decided to make her way back upstairs to check on Dean. She wanted to be there when he woke up anyway, just in case he was in a lot of pain. Watching him sleep was far better than being stuck in her own head down here all alone before the sun even broke the treeline. 

If she was struggling with all of this change, surely he was too. Dean wasn’t a very open person, so getting him to admit it was going to be fun. If she did it wrong, she was afraid he’d shut her out like he did the night before, when he made the comment about her joining him in the shower. 

It wasn’t that she was that desperate to have any sort of sexual encounter with him. It was more that she wanted him to gain the confidence back in his own body. 

Would he be able to do things the way he always did them? Absolutely not. Did that matter to her? Fuck no. 

But did it matter to him? …. Yes…. Yes it did. 

She wanted him to understand, she loved him regardless of his handicap, or what he might be able to do or not do in bed. All that mattered to her was that he was still breathing. None of the other stuff was important -not really. But could she ever get that through to him?

Dean’s POV:

As soon as Dean started to wake up, he regretted that he had, and refused to open his eyes in hopes he’d drift back off to sleep. 

He felt hungover, and he hadn’t drank a drop. It was most likely attributed to the fact that he’d taken an extra two pain pills when he was in the shower the night before, but in his defense, he was hurting pretty bad when he went to bed, and knew if he didn’t get it under control; he wasn’t going to sleep. He just didn’t expect to effectively knock himself the fuck out that easily. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that his tolerance was starting to drop like that. Normally it would have taken him a hell of a lot more than a few pain pills to fuck himself up. Since Y/N had been around, even through his injury, he hadn’t felt the need to dabble in alternative means of self-management. 

He could feel Y/N stir in the bed next to him, and he knew that he needed to get it together; make himself wake up. The only problem was he was afraid to move. He could already feel the nagging nerve pain licking at his back, and his legs were aching, which wasn’t unusual. He always woke up with his body aching from laying in one position. 

He hadn’t realized he was taking deep breaths to try and get a grip on it; until Y/N’s hand landed lightly on his chest, and he instinctively reached up to grab it. 

“Are you in pain?” she questioned, and he nodded with his eyes squinched shut tight, and his teeth sinking into his lower lip to try and divert the pain away from his back. He knew it would do no good to lie to her right then, she’d probably been watching him for a while now. 

“Let me go get you something for the pain,” she said, and as he felt the bed shift, before she could remove her hand from his chest; Dean’s hand gripped hers tighter, refusing to let her move. 

“No,” he managed to say through gritted teeth as the pain ebbed and spiked again in a rhythmic pattern like it did most every morning. “I took more than I should have last night. It will pass, it’s just from me laying flat on my back all night. As soon as I can make myself sit up it will ease up a lot, just help me sit up.”

Y/N didn’t argue with him, she just moved from the bed, and for a moment, he was afraid he’d angered her, and she’d just walked out of the room on him, so he pried his eyes open and found her making her way around the bed to get beside him to help him sit up. 

“You overdid it yesterday Dean,” she scolded him as she helped him to pull himself into a sitting position and propped his pillows up behind him so that he could relax more comfortably. He would have argued with her; but he didn’t think he had the grounds to, after admitting out loud he’d taken too much pain medication last night. “Today, we’re just gonna relax, the shop and the unpacking will be there tomorrow. I don’t want you to overdo it and set your recovery back again.”

“Okay, fine, we can have a lazy day, but you’re staying here with me. No unpacking, no dealing with anything, just… just stay here with me for a while… Okay?”

He knew he sounded pathetic, but honestly, he felt pretty fucking pathetic sitting there on the bed as she made her way back around to get onto her side of the bed again; he felt like nothing more than a useless lump of pain and regret. 

“I can agree to that,” Y/N said with a reassuring smile. 

He waited for Y/N to settle next to him on the bed before he reached for her, wanting at least some form of closeness to drive out the cold he seemed to feel all the time now as his eyes shifted around the room that was once his mom and dad’s, taking in every minute detail. He knew this adjustment was going to be a hard one, he just never realized how much harder he was going to face these things in the light of day, when the distractions of moving weren’t there to divert his thoughts. 

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N waited until Dean was settled next to her before she pulled the covers back over the pair of them, and rested her head lightly against his shoulder; secretly monitoring his breathing to see that the steady rise and fall of his chest became smoother in motion, indicating the pain had indeed ebbed away some. 

Y/N didn’t know if Dean knew it or not, but she’d noticed that he’d been having trouble getting around in the morning for some time now. She knew he was trying to hide it from her, and from what she could research, the fact that he was having this problem, considering his injuries, was normal. The thing that worried her was if he was trying to hide that, what else was he trying to hide?

A heaviness settled over the quiet room as off in the distance the sound of cars passing up and down the road as people started to wake up, get to work, and go about their day. 

That was a sound neither of them were used to, the sound of cars moving around them as the neighborhood started to wake up all around them, and Dean’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head a little and listened. It was the sound of normalcy. The sound of a life that happened outside of the horror that they had lived in for so many years, and it was jarring. 

“Dean?” Y/N prompted, causing him to clear his throat and press a kiss to the top of her head lightly. 

“I’m okay,” he answered, “it’s just a lot to take in now that the dust has started to settle.”

He wasn’t wrong about that, and she had been dealing with that factor all morning. 

“It’s like I keep waiting on the next catastrophic event to take place,” Y/N admitted, and Dean’s grip tightened around her as if he could protect her from her own head. “Like I’m waiting for the next shoe to drop out of nowhere, and for this all to come crumbling down around us again.”

“Me too,” Dean admitted, “But I refuse to live my life in fear of what might happen anymore. Jack said he’d be hands off, and he meant it. We are free, we won, there’s nothing bad gonna happen like that to us anymore. We’re gonna be okay.”

It seemed silly, but hearing that out of Dean’s mouth suddenly made it all feel just a little bit better. Like the floor wasn’t about to fall out from under her. She hadn’t realized it, but she really needed to hear him say it, that everything was gonna be okay. Which seemed so small in light of everything that Dean was probably dealing with that she didn’t even know about. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I'm sure that must seem so irrelevant when you break down and look at everything that you must be dealing with being back here, and uprooting your whole life.”

“I’m definitely dealing with my own ghosts,” Dean admitted, “but that’s all they are, ghosts from the past, and they don’t have power over me unless I let them. Still, that doesn’t mean that they haven’t reared their ugly heads since I moved in here with you last night. I mean, I still haven’t had the balls to even walk into Sam’s old room. What mom and dad had set up as the nursery.”

Y/N hadn’t either, she couldn’t work up the nerve to go in there, and honestly, she couldn’t blame him for not wanting to right now either. If she had her reservation about walking in there right away, and she had no active memory of what happened here, she was sure Dean had a lot more reason than she did. 

“There’s no rush,” she told him, running her fingers up and over the expanse of his stomach to distract herself from her own nerves. “We’re here now, there’s no reason to push it. We have time.” 

“What do you even remember?” Y/N questioned, “If you're okay talking about it anyway.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him, but she was curious. She couldn’t help him deal with the ghosts if she didn’t know where they were coming from after all. 

“Not much,” Dean admitted. “I remember the fire… the heat of it… and I remember carrying Sam out of the front door.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around him that much tighter, wanting to protect him all over again. Dean leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her head. 

“I was very young, thankfully, I don’t remember the more haunting events that happened that night,” Dean voiced. 

Y/N moved to sit up a little, and accidentally brushed her hand against his lap, and Dean jumped as if he’d been shot at. That stung. It wasn’t like she intentionally touched it there, it was an accident. But every time she even remotely got close to him in that way, even if it was unintentional, every wall the man had shot up, and he pulled away as if he was disgusted by her. 

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured as she attempted to stand up from the bed altogether now, suddenly she wanted to put some distance between them. Almost like an act of self-preservation. To prevent him from hurting her, because if no one else had the power to hurt her with just an action or words alone, she was pretty sure Dean could. “I’ll go downstairs and get you some coffee and breakfast going, just lay up here and relax—”

���Stay?” Dean begged, grabbing her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that, it was just a reflex. I swear.”

“Dean, you don’t have to lie on my account,” Y/N tried to give him a half-hearted smile. “Either way it was just an accident,” she continued as she moved from the bed towards the door.  “I didn’t mean anything by it, and I’ve told you before I’m not trying to push you into something you’re not comfortable with. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable,” Dean continued with a grunt as he forced himself to stand up next to the bed, determined to follow her and not allow her to run from this conversation. “Please Y/N, stay here and talk to me.”

Y/N turned to stand in the doorway, and her hard features softened a great deal when she noticed that Dean was struggling to get himself to stand up straight; he was sore, no matter how much he’d tried to hide it from her, and she suddenly felt guilty for making him stand up when he didn’t really have to, so she moved to help him sit down on the bed. 

“I don’t know how to talk about this,” Dean admitted, pinching his eyes closed as Y/N sat silently down on the bed next to him. She wasn’t going to force him to tell her anything, if he was going to open up to her, she wanted it to be on his terms. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you physically,” Dean admitted. “I mean, I do, God I do. I miss being able to be intimate with someone in that way. But I don’t physically know if I can no matter how bad I want to. I don’t want to initiate something that’s gonna blow up in my face, and I won’t be able to finish what I started. I don’t want to end up in pain because I moved wrong or whatever, and more than that, I don’t even know if I can keep or maintain an erection until completion, that’s the truth. I’m not avoiding you, or putting you off, it’s not you, it’s me.”

The weight that suddenly settled over the pair of them was almost suffocating. In all honesty, sex just wasn’t something that Dean had talked about at all since the accident. If he had, it was just brought up very briefly, and wasn’t expounded on in any way. She didn’t know it was something that was even crossing his mind, and she really didn’t know what to say to make him feel better. 

“Dean, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you to do anything like that. I’ve told you before, that there’s no rush to jump into something you’re not ready for. If, big IF, for some reason you ever decide you're ready to try, then whatever the outcome, it’s not a bad thing if you have to stop, or aren’t physically there yet. It’s okay. There are other ways to be intimate with someone other than physically having sex with them. You know that.”

“I know, but that doesn’t make me feel any better, because I’m scared that if I drop the ball the first time, I’m never gonna be able to pick it up again.”

“Dean, even if you can’t do it the first time, you should know by now that if you work at something, and if you keep at it, then you will get there eventually. Hell, you’re doing a lot better than anyone ever expected you to be doing already! One failed attempt doesn’t mean that you will never be able to do whatever it is you’re trying to do, it just means that you can’t do it right now.”

Dean said nothing, he just continued to stare at his feet that were dangling off of the edge of the bed. She knew that this wasn’t easy for him to talk about, and she felt as if she was being no help to him at all, which only made her feel worse. What do you say to someone that’s dealing with this though? Is there even a ‘right’ thing to say?

“This is gonna be a very personal question, and you don’t have to answer it, okay?”

Dean made a grunting sound in response, but that’s about all she got out of him. 

“Have you tried too… you know ge—”

“No,” Dean answered swiftly before she could even stutter out her question. “To be honest with you sweetheart, I’m pretty disgusted with myself most of the time. The thought hasn’t even crossed my mind to try it.”

There it was, what she had been seeing hints of since the accident. Body dysmorphia. She was almost SURE that’s what it was. Because he’d even stopped letting her help him get dressed in the morning, and he would throw a towel over the mirror when he was getting dressed at night for bed or whatever. 

Physically,  Dean looked the same as he did before the accident; save the beard and facial hair. 

But to Dean, he wasn't the same. To Dean he was different, weak. To Dean he'd never be the man he once was. It disgusted him. Not only emotionally,  but apparently physically. That shattered her.

"Dean," she tried to get him to look at her,  but he didn't. "There is not one thing about you that is disgusting."

"Doesn't feel that way baby," Dean admitted. 

"Dean,  I'm gonna be transparent with you. Is that okay?"

Dean nodded, averting his gaze to anywhere in the room but her. He always did that when he was uncomfortable. She knew he was about to shut down on her.

"I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better,  or take all the anxiety and hurt and anger away… but I don't.  All I can do is tell you that no matter what you can or can't do. No matter if it never gets any better.  I still love you Dean, and nothing's gonna change that."

Dean blinked as he looked at her stunned; eyes swimming with emotions.  Still, she saw no hint of rejection there. 

"When you're ready,  we will try the physical aspects of things. But there's no rush."

Dean leaned his head on her shoulder, swallowing thickly. 

"I love you too, " he whispers. "I can't survive losing you because of this."

Y/N placed her lips to his forehead, letting them linger there for a long moment.

"You're not gonna lose me Dean, we are gonna be okay, and you're gonna overcome this too,  just like you fooled all of them and started walking on your own."

She believed that. She really did. She just wished he would too.

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Rules of the Game- Chapter 1

My first fanfic, so be nice (but I will gratefully accept constructive criticism) <3

Full Chapter Index here.

If you want to read and comment on AO3, it's here (I'm darkbelle on there).

More detailed tags and warnings over there. For now: dead dove, kidnapping, violence, non-con, you get the picture.

Chapter 1: Misdirection

“You’re not leaving, are you, Y/N?”. 

Ms. Rutherford, the librarian at Galesburg Community Library, looked up suspiciously, abandoning her book stamping duties to ask you this. She had always been very particular about the volunteers sticking to their scheduled hours. It was almost sinful you were leaving earlier than expected. 

You turned from exiting the front entrance to face the help desk, piled high with books waiting to be stamped for return and shelved with their neighbors. You thought you might have sneaked out without a fuss. You suppressed a smirk as she pushed her glasses up her nose slightly. She was a walking stereotype of your typical librarian, old and stern, but you had to admit her book recommendations were superlative. Recently you’d been on a Brontë binge and you and Ms. Rutherford had had several (admittedly) heated discussions over the better sister; she was Camp Emily, you Team Charlotte. 

“My ride let me down at lunch, so I need to set off home earlier today,” you replied “but I’ll be back right on time tomorrow!”

“What else can you expect from young men these days? Really, to let a young lady walk alone at night, and with that deviant on the loose, no less!” 

You stifled a laugh and instead exhaled through your nose in amusement. “Ms. Rutherford, first of all, it's 4pm, and honestly, it’s no big deal, it’s not the first time I’ve had to walk home by myself, I’m a big girl! See you bright and early tomorrow!” You turned quickly to avoid a tirade of criticisms about the current generation of young men, which you were very well aware of. As you pushed open the double oak doors of the library, you couldn’t help ponder that Jonathon, your boyfriend of just over a year now, had pissed you off when he had told you last minute he had plans with friends to drink beer and watch football. How original. 

These thoughts disappeared as you stepped outside. You weren’t going to let it bother you. Glass half full, Y/N, you thought to yourself: at least the weather was nice. Although lugging your bookbag in this heat wasn’t ideal, you weren’t going to complain about the weather being so pleasant this late into fall.

Hopping down the stone steps of the library, you thought about another thing that Ms. Rutherford had said- that deviant. It still made you uneasy thinking about the recent spate of missing young boys, especially when you had known one of them. Only distantly, but it still made your stomach turn to think about. It was hard to try and forget though, between the near empty streets at night and the endless rows of MISSING posters that desperate families kept pasting to every fence, streetlight and store window in Galesburg.  

At least at this time of day, most kids had gone straight home from school. Even with leaving the library early, you were able to avoid them. It seemed that all they could talk about these days was ‘the grabber’, as they’d so unashamedly nicknamed him. This moniker spread quickly throughout their friendship circles; it even started to be used by the police, newspapers and TV stations. The speculation about who ‘the grabber’ was gonna get next, the whispered dares to say his name three times in the mirror, as if he were some bogeyman, set your teeth on edge. He was real, not an urban legend to tell ghost stories about. Most kids seemed to forget that they were the ones at risk. Had it gotten colder or was it just these thoughts making you shiver? 

You started to drift away from these ruminations, thinking instead about the large takeout pizza you were gonna order and have with a cold beer once you got home. Extra mushrooms too, which Jonathon hated, to ensure he wouldn’t eat your leftovers. That’ll teach him. Whilst practically drooling over this thought, you heard a sudden rush of steps behind you. Too late to turn around, an arm collided into your own. 

A kid (barely a teenager judging by his size) had flown right into you. Knocking you slightly off balance, he turned but didn’t stop, holding out both hands in a ‘whoops, my bad’ sort of gesture. You noticed tape on the palms that he held up. Must have wrapped them up himself, probably he’d been fighting and had to bandage his knuckles. He did look like a scrappy little thing. 

“Hey, sorry guapa!” he called, turning forward once more and racing on ahead once it was clear you weren’t hurt. You smiled and shook your head, shouting after him down the street. 

“Be careful, kid!” He was already gone, turning the corner about 30 yards ahead of you. 

As you turned right at the same corner half a minute later, a strange scene presented itself, making you stop in your tracks. Crouched on the sidewalk a few feet in front of you was a man with ashy brown-gray hair down to his shoulders, muttering to himself as he tried to collect what looked like a litany of spilled groceries. Looking past him, parked on the curb a little way back was a matte black van with faint green text etched on the side. Even further up the road, you could just make out the young boy still in a rush to get someplace. The crouched figure looked less than enthused and didn’t see that another person was standing just a few feet away from him.

You regained your senses. “Oh! Here, lemme help you,” you volunteered, beginning to grab a couple of oranges that had rolled near to where you were standing.

“No, it’s fine, I got it,” a gravelly voice answered, clearly annoyed at the situation. And why wouldn’t he be? You saw the spilled milk and broken eggs over the sidewalk, things that would have to be replaced. 

“Are you sure? Sorry that kid knocked you over, but I don’t think everything’s ruined,” you said hopefully as you held up the oranges to inspect them. 

“The kid didn’t knock–” the surly voice ceased speaking as he looked up at you. 

A moment of silence followed as the man stood up slowly. You were taken aback by his appearance, his face covered in what seemed to be greasepaint, the top half of his visage hidden by a pair of dark, clunky sunglasses. He must have easily been six feet tall, wearing all black save for a blood-red turtleneck under his silk shirt. Your stomach shifted, suddenly feeling somewhat uneasy around this stranger standing mere feet from you. 

His voice was different when he next spoke; a friendly, almost childish intonation. “Uh, what I meant to say was, I’m sure that boy didn’t mean to bump me like that. I’m normally such a klutz without anyone helping me along!” he smiled goofily, a row of slightly crooked white teeth now visible.

Your silence and continued look of worry was evident, and he spoke again apologetically:

“Oh, uh, sorry for all this,” - here he held both hands up, ringed fingers outstretched, pointing towards his face in an exaggerated gesture - “but my costume isn’t complete. Would you mind passing me my hat, dear?”

Here he gestured theatrically with an arm, guiding your line of sight to a black top hat sat amongst the broken eggs. Feeling only a little reassured by his friendly tone, you stooped to retrieve it. You passed it to him, both of you stretching an arm to cover the distance between you, and as he grabbed the rim he flipped it expertly and it landed on his head. He gave a bow, the vaudevillian look complete, and you huffed out a half-laugh, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in. 

After explaining that he was a part time magician, hence the ridiculous outfit, and the van emblazoned with the line ABRACADABRA- ENTERTAINMENT AND SUPPLIES, you both started to pick up what was salvageable from the spilled mess on the sidewalk. He insisted you needn’t help, but you insisted even more that it was no bother. He put the rescued groceries into the back of his van and promptly slammed the door closed. 

“Well, thank you again, you’ve been such a good girl helping me out here.”

You were about to reply for the twentieth time with ‘no problem’, but sensed a strange look come over the man’s face, a vacant, contemplative gaze that you couldn’t place. Before you could speak he interjected, cognizant again.

“Say, you’re not my usual audience, but would you like to see a magic trick, dove?”

Once more, you were taken aback, this time by the strange nickname the man had used, but you’d concluded he was what your mother might have called ‘an eccentric’. You had also unabashedly concluded that this man was charming and (under the facepaint and glasses) really quite handsome, despite the fact he was old enough to be your father. You played ball, nodding at his request.

He chuckled almost imperceptibly under his breath and took a couple of paces towards you. With an elaborate wave of his hand, he reached towards the right side of your face, grazing your cheek as he tucked some hair behind your ear. You hoped you weren’t blushing too much at this spectacle. A shiny quarter was retrieved, and you couldn’t help but smile widely. 

The misdirection of this trick became apparent when you noticed too late the man’s other arm come swinging towards your face at full force, his fist making contact with your jaw with a thundering crack. 

Your body hit the hard sidewalk below you. White hot pain seared through your face. Too shocked to even scream. You felt yourself sitting up, holding yourself on unsteady, wobbling arms. Your vision spun furiously and you recognized the click of a car door opening somewhere in your mind. Whilst you willed yourself to get up and escape the situation, an arm grabbed your chest from behind and in an instant an acrid taste entered your mouth, preemptively choking out any screams you might have attempted. The same spray misted your eyes and it stung like hell. If your body was slow to react to the first hit, it was molasses now. You felt a tight pressure under both of your arms. It was him. He was dragging you to his van. This wasn’t going to end well unless your body at least attempted to move. 

You felt yourself hauled like a sack of flour onto the hard floor of the van. Last chance, both your feet still touched the outside ground, and your mind begged you to do something. Too late. You felt the man’s bulky frame straddling you as he climbed into the van himself, dragging you underneath him further into the vehicle. Your bare arms and legs were stippled with splinters as you were tugged roughly along the wooden flooring, but this pain hardly registered to you compared with the excruciating burning your face felt and the sting from the man’s initial blow. A thud of doors told you he’d now trapped you inside. 

Only now did your sluggish body begin to react. You flailed your arms wildly, though your legs were now firmly trapped under the man’s weight, and your voice was a raspy whisper, clearly from whatever spray had hit you full in the face. As you fumbled blindly with your hands balled into fists, you felt your left hand hit something solid and heard a vicious growl. You’d managed to hit the figure mounted on top of you. A small victory for only a moment; hands suddenly gripped both of your wrists, and bundled them underneath him with your fettered legs. 

As you felt another blow on the side of your face, followed by another, and another, you cursed yourself. Why didn’t you fight back sooner? Or run after that first blow? Why did you talk to a stranger at all? These questions and more exploded in your mind, but began to fade as you sank into unconsciousness.

Al thought it such a shame about that rude young boy. Running past without even offering to help him. Shame too; looked like he had some fight in him. He was going to chalk it up as a bad job, maybe even try another street elsewhere, then she came. This was unexpected. He had closed his van and was going to thank her for her help, when he had called her that- a good girl, he’d said. The idea struck him in seconds. Why not? If the game didn’t work out as planned, who would know? No one who would live to tell the tale. She’s older than the other boys by quite a margin, but he’s still bigger and stronger than her, maybe it could still serve his purposes for the game. And she was a woman- even if naughty boy didn’t work, there were other things that could be done before dispatching her in a shallow grave with the others. Al thought meditatively for a long time on the drive home, the sun just beginning to set on the warm Denver evening.

[lunawings]

Today 11/18/23 I got to see the IDOLiSH7 movie screening and panel at AnimeNYC!

Let me preface by admitting I didn't really know anything about IDOLiSH7 a couple weeks ago, but I decided to give it a try and watched some MVs, concert footage, and a few episodes of the anime in advance to prepare.

So I knew a few of the songs that were in the movie, but for the most part I was sight reading (lol) the cheering stuff. Still, I think I did OK and it was a lot of fun! Near identical to similar events I have been to in Japan! (Except not eveyone had penlights. Also people were taking photos of the voice actors when they weren't supposed to. They were asked to delete them but not kicked out. Land of the free......)

Before the movie, we got a talk show with the voice actors of Tamaki and Sogo (MEZZO!). They were all excited to be in NYC and talked about how it was like being in a movie! (SAME! I literally posted this same thought yesterday ahah...) They talked a lot about the food they ate and wanted to eat, like pizza. They mentioned some of their other members were super jealous and they hoped they could bring everyone next time. It was super casual and they even took questions from the audience for people brave enough to yell them out in Japanese.

We got some exclusive goods, including a NYC King Pudding badge! They made a big deal about how it's not available in Japan, and I noticed there were actually a few people in the audience, somewhat older women who seemingly came from Japan just for this event! HAHA! Would I fly across the world for a new exclusive badge, I asked myself? ........m....may...b............

(But really tho, it was a little more than that. They got their autographs too I am sure, something near impossible in Japan.)

They discussed what flavor this NYC King Pudding would be (pizza???!?) before finally deciding on cheesecake after an audience suggestion.

And finally, we got to take photos of King Pudding himself. (My friend and I sorta sat on the wrong side so mine didn't come out so good.)

But yeah, I was very humbled to be able to attend this event as a new fan, but I am inspired to continue with the series. I loved being able to hear through people's cheering which characters are popular and which songs people like, etc.

[alfi-always-writes]

37 with the disaster twins!!!

Do Your Worst

Summary: Donnie has taken a page out of Leo's book.

Author's note: Thank you for the prompt, anon! I will never ever ever get sick of the disaster twins :) (btw if you saw me post this before I changed its ridiculous name, no you didn't)

Warnings: Just tickling, so please keep scrolling if you ain't about that.

Word count: 1,177

37. "I didn’t hear a 'stop'..."

Donnie had been like this the whole day. From the minute he left his room, he was jabbing his brothers with cutting burns and sharing not-so-humble brags about anything he could. One might say that he woke up on the right side of the bed today.

But Leo would call it a blatant display of mockery. The way Donnie rested his arm on Leo's shoulder, knocking his breakfast out of his hand and onto the floor. Or the way he deliberately seemed to push Leo's buttons. Ultimately, it was the one-liners that solidified in Leo's mind that his twin was making fun of him.

"Can you guys believe him?" Leo said to no one in particular. He dropped down into the blue beanbag chair in the TV room, opening his comic book with an annoyed snap.

"He seems to be in a good mood," Raph said, "If you ask me, I think you might be rubbing off on him."

"But I'm nowhere near as annoying, right?!"

Silence filled the room, followed by Raph's not-so-subtly-awkward whistling.

"Riiight," Mikey said slowly, standing from his seat and stretching. Before Leo could complain further, he added, "Raph and I are going to pick up pizza, wanna come?"

Leo stubbornly pulled the comic closer to his face and huffed. "No, apparently everyone thinks I'm annoying," he said dejectedly, "Just don't take too long. He's one insult away from being portaled to a different galaxy."

Mikey and Raph bid him farewell and headed for the surface, leaving Leo in his bubble of peace. Water rushed below the floor grate, bringing a constant, calming sound that lulled him into precious relaxation. Not long after he finally settled in, the comic book was snatched out of his fingers with a swish. Leo fixed Donnie with a glare that read one word: murder.

"What is your deal today, weirdo?" Leo asked, ripping the comic book out of Donnie's hands. He opened it back up to the page he had been reading, but still gave his twin a quizzical look.

Donnie smirked at Leo's annoyed expression. "Whatever could you be talking about?"

"What are you trying to do? Give me a taste of my own medicine?"

Donnie smirked, knowing he was totally getting on Leo's nerves now. "My dear, dull brother, I have no idea what you are alluding to."

"You're acting weird. And I don't know what you're trying to prove, but I'm nowhere near this annoying," Leo said indignantly, crossing his arms.

"Oho Nardo, you wouldn't last a single day as your own brother," Donnie said while delivering a well-placed flick to Leo's forehead, right above his left eye. The final straw.

He launched himself at Donnie, tackling him onto the ground. The battle for the upper hand was short-lived, and Donnie was pinned beneath his twin in seconds. Of course, it didn't help that a steady stream of giggles was already tumbling past Donnie's lips, sapping his strength.

Leo paused; Donnie's hands were now pinned on either side of the brainiac's head. "What's so funny?"

"N-Nothing," Donnie lied quickly, trying and failing to cage the bubbly laughter. However, it didn't go unnoticed that his haughty, bothersome façade disappeared as soon as he hit the ground.

Leo flipped Donnie's goggles down and got off of him, returning to his seat on the beanbag chair. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Donnie sit up slowly, eyes downcast. He almost looked... disappointed?

"That's the worst you got?" he asked, fixing his goggles.

Leo connected the dots and it was so obvious now, he couldn't believe he didn't catch on sooner. Donnie's behavior was a tried-and-true method that Leo himself used to antagonize his brothers. It always ended in the same desired outcome whenever Leo did it. Of course, how could he miss all of the signs?

Almost as quickly as he sat down, he was up again, looming over his brother with a smirk. "DonTon, I think you and I both know I can do far worse."

The genius shrank away from Leo with a nervous grin etched across his face. Though he knew he was already in for it, he couldn't help but dig the hole just a tiny bit deeper. "That's true, you always do the worst, dum dum. At everything."

Leo shoved him back down and pinned his arms again, much more easily gathering both wrists in one hand this time. Donnie's anticipatory giggles filled the room as he weakly pulled at his trapped wrists.

"Prepare to, what was it? Oh, eateth my words or whatever!" Leo raised one hand, wiggling his fingers in front of Donnie's face before bringing it close to the giggly twin's exposed underarm. What little resolve Donnie had went out the window as laughter burst forth almost immediately. Squeezing his eyes shut, he braced himself for the exact thing he had been after all day.

He wasn't prepared for Leo's hand to touchdown on his plastron and, though it wasn't a particularly bad spot, the unexpected attack made his laughter shoot up an octave.

"What's wrong, Don?" Leo asked, spidering his fingers up Donnie's side with one hand, the other hand reaching back to squeeze his thigh.

"I-Ihihihit—AHAHA!"

"It what?"

"Shuhuhut—"

"Does it tickle?"

"LEOHOHO!"

"Just tell me what's wrong and I'll help!" Before his brother could respond, Leo shoved his hands under Donnie's arms. Peals of hysterical laughter filled the air, so loud that Leo almost didn't believe it could belong to his usually reserved brother.

Though his arms were free now, Donnie could only weakly grab Leo's arms, not hindering or helping in any way. The electric, tickly sensations piloted his brain, shutting down all rational thought and coordination.

"PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAN'T—NAHAHARDOHO!" Donnie screamed, digging his heels into the ground. He succeeded in kneeing Leo in the shell a few times, but not hard enough to make a difference. The only thing his struggling did was fuel Leo's insufferable teasing.

"You 'can't' what? You can't stop me from tickling you? That's so true. You've practically been asking for this, Donnie."

Donnie was going to lose his mind, torn between how unbearable the sensation was and how much he didn't want it to stop. The final sliver of rational thought he had left was acutely aware that Leo was tickling him far longer than usual, which he was grateful for. In fact, he didn't feel Leo retract his hands until Donnie's laughter turned to a silent, open-mouthed smile.

"You okay?" Leo asked, laughing along with Donnie's residual giggles.

Donnie nodded and gulped in air, trying to keep an even tone as he spoke. "You... jerk. Don't do that ever again."

Leo chuckled and held up his hands in defense. "Hey, I didn’t hear a 'stop'..."

Donnie's face grew redder as he shut his mouth and landed a lackluster punch to Leo's arm, which only made Leo laugh harder.

Despite the apparent annoyance, Leo didn't miss the permanent grin pulling at Donnie's mouth. Oh yeah, he was never letting Donnie live this down.

[daeyeol4you]

The Chay Rewatch

As part of my KP Rewatch, I’m going to be commenting on each episode and analyzing the different Chay scenes. He’s my favorite character, and I thought I’d put down my thoughts (as well as timestamps for his scenes) as a fun way to express that.

Episode 1

Our first glimpse of Chay as a character is the baby photo at the 17:24 mark when the camera pans over an old family photo – the next photo shown is Porsche and Porchay, much older – speaking to the role Porsche was forced to take on as a young child and the clear love between the two.

Time: 17:40- 19:28 - My favorite boi appears!!

Chay being the designated family nurse – he’s never the one hurt but he deals with every single hurt his family goes through, constantly shown that everyone is putting themselves at risk while he just sits there

Arthee saying “If not, Chay would’ve been hurt.” as if he and his gambling issues aren’t the direct cause of the financial troubles Porsche has that caused the rent/debt payments to be late – Porsche’s blind eye that he turns whenever someone close to him does something bad is wild to me, but I digress, this is about Chay

The look on Chay’s face during the whole conversation about paying Chai is very important as he’s clearly a witness to what happened off screen, but he stays silent even during an exchange where he definitely would have something to say. He silently reassures Porsche that he’s okay, but its like he’s biting his tongue because anything he’d say would cause an argument or burden Porsche.

One of the many times we see Chay completely shut down his natural reaction and feelings, something that happens a lot around Porsche. He’s usually so upfront about what he thinks, wants, and feels, so this moment of quiet self-censorship is very telling, to me at least, in how Chay tries to protect Porsche or lighten the load. Chay clearly feels a lot of guilt about how much he’s costing the family.

His first words: “Hia, I’m sorry.”

This whole scene is such an interesting intro because Chay is here to show exactly what Porsche is fighting for and what he has to lose. Without Chay, Porsche doesn’t join the mafia. Without Chay, Porsche doesn’t end up falling in love with Kinn.

Time: 25:45 – 17:18- the celebration pizza scene!

His Shirt: Today is a good day – the costumers really weren’t going for subtlety here

The costumers really like putting Chay in white, maybe to show his innocence or that he’s Porsche’s one light before he falls for Kinn.

Porsche getting to squish Chay’s face – hate to see others living your dream

Chay with the milk, I’m sorry I laughed

Porsche really still sees Chay as a baby – he will have a heart attack if he ever learns that Chay was drinking at a club and nearly took drugs

Time: 31:50 – 32:25 - The Call

Chay I love you, but why would you tell your brother this? I understand he called you, but my dude… just say you’re in the bathroom

shows a lot of Chay’s childishness alongside how unaware of the mafia world he is

His Outfit: Not really distinguishable, but I’m assuming its the same shirt from later on in the episode

Time: 42:53 – 43:33 - Post Disaster Chay

Chay cleaning up the records is honestly so sad. They’re not something he or Porsche would buy as Chay likes idols and Porsche doesn’t seem that interested in any form of art, and the record player looks like the one my dad has in his childhood bedroom (ie that shit old) which means that these are their parents’ records. Chay was barely a toddler when they died meaning he has no memories of them. Porsche, however, does and has elevated their parents to a near god-like status throughout Chay’s life to justify how he pushes Chay to succeed. Chay cleaning those records first when the rest of the house is a mess is him trying not to spare Porsche even just that tiny bit.

Also I wonder if Chay’s love for music stems from these records. Maybe Porsche put them on and said our parents loved these records so that Chay could at least share something with them.

Look, if I were Chay and my brother disappeared the night after saying hey was it Kinn’s people who destroyed the house? I would simply try to find out who Kinn was.

Chay’s outfit: I’ve seen other’s discussing this but the statue of Nike on his shirt continues the trend of the costumers choosing the weirdest thematic shirts to put Chay in.

Time: 48:06 – 54:58 The Beach Bar

Sidenote: all of the trinkets in this house are so thematically interesting

Nefertiti: She shows up in 2 different trinkets. There’s replica of the famous Nefertiti bust, and there’s a picture of the bust in the collage next to the computer. She’s one of the most famous queens in history and one of the most famous pieces of art from Egypt (honestly only beaten out by Tutankhamen’s gold funerary mask, Tutankhamun is also her son – read from this what you will). Korn later contemplates the queen piece as he states that all of the pieces are complete.

The white bird statue on the bookshelves: Nampueng is painting a white bird when she meets Porsche and Porchay (I think) and white birds symbolically usually signify freedom

The silver knight chess piece: this I’ve also seen commented on, but I genuinely think this is so important for Porsche’s role in Korn’s game. Porsche has the symbols of the most famous queen in Egyptian history and a knight chess piece so heavily connected to his home. Also silver is the same color as the Major Family's signet rings. I’m definitely going to keep an eye out for these going forward.

Chay’s Outfit: still in the Victoire de Samothrace shirt, and honestly this entire scene is full of so much history and antiquity in the set and costume design it has to be intentional right??

This whole scene is honestly the best brother scenes in the show, Apo and Barcode are the best at portraying fictional brothers. Chay’s judgmental looks whenever Porsche does something weird to make him laugh – that’s Barcode and Apo full stop.

On a serious note, this scene shows that Chay doesn’t always want to follow Porsche’s path, even though he eventually respects his brother and listens to him. He’s a teenager, and try as Porsche might, he’s not as naïve and innocent to the world as Porsche, who tends to only see the baby in his baby brother, would like. He knows that his schooling is causing a lot of trouble, and he’s trying to pull his own weight. Which Porsche sidesteps in the way only a parent with a crying kid can do.

Sidenote: Porsche refusing to move out of the house is very telling about his character. He was forced to grow up very quickly, but he’s holding onto the house and his parents’ ‘dreams’ (as if their parents didn’t want both their children to go to college and be happy) in a vaguely childish manner that isn’t talked about as much. He wants the life he couldn’t live, and since he can’t have that, he’ll hold on to the idea of it.

Chay’s cries way too many times throughout this series, and he makes me tear up a little bit every time. This scene in particular because its such a realistic scene. Barcode definitely draws a lot of himself up when filming these crying scenes which is why it hurts so much.

Chay Crying Counter: 1

“Don’t forget, you’re not alone in this. And you’re not the only one fighting.” – Chay is constantly bringing up how Porsche isn’t alone, how there are two of them in this family (pool confrontation speech anyone?), but I think this also says a lot about Chay’s character throughout the show. Often times, non-main characters (I’m not gonna say minor even though technically Chay’s screentime puts him closer to minor when compared to other characters) get treated like dolls who exist only to forward the main pairing’s story. Chay states right from the get go that he’s his own person not just an extension of Porsche. He’s fighting as well. He’s a driving part of this story too. (I may be getting a bit too passionate about this one quote, but c’mon! I love when characters assert their own autonomy within the narrative!)

Chay trying to involve himself in Porsche’s troubles (and the narrative), trying to get Porsche to let him in only to be gently shut down and then not so gently left behind. IDK I love analyzing the different Chay’s we get because like Kim & Wik, Chay has different personas that he puts on with different people. With Porsche, he’s the sweet, agreeable baby brother who has to live out their parents’ dreams. He gets good grades, and he goes to the university interview because that is what Porsche wants. And yet, the second he’s no longer in front of Porsche or where Porsche can keep an eye on him, he drops the mask and allows his real emotions to show (I’ll do more analysis as we get to later episodes because this is getting long)

Chay is so attentive to Porsche’s dreams. The beach bar is definitely something he’s pieced together from different things over the years. Porsche talks a lot, and Chay definitely listens. They’re like that Into the Spiderverse meme.

Chay how tf do you not have neck issues. His head is literally laying on his shoulder while he’s laying on the bed.

Not me also analyzing the jazz posters on his walls – Chay was definitely in the Jazz band in school which is why he needs guitar tutoring. He probably plays the saxophone. Most of the saxophone players I know are unhinged in fruity and delightful ways so this is a compliment.

Chay’s Outfit: His satin matching pajama set compels me even though it does not fit his character at all. They definitely realized he needed pajamas and stole something from the costume rack for the major family. They would wear satin pajamas (Kinn does wear satin pajamas I think at one point)

The first thing Chay does when he leaves his room is call for Porsche, somebody sedate me. But what was he trying to do? Was he trying to continue the conversation from the night before? Does Porsche normally wake him up for school? I need answers…

Chay reading the note breaks my heart because its so clear that Porsche is lying. The morning after Chay brings up them running away to run a beach bar and Porsche is suddenly going to an out of reach beach bar? Chay knows this is bull because Porsche would have said something the night before. Chay knows Porsche is doing something so bad that he feels the need to lie to Chay. The deep sigh Chay let’s out as he stares into the yard biting his lip (or pouting? Idk) shows that Chay isn’t fooled. He’s aware that Porsche is in deep shit, and he’s upset that Porsche has gone on his own to fix it. But Chay can’t outwardly express that because he’s spent his whole life being the perfect baby brother trying not to be a burden. So Chay just sits and sighs in his empty house away from the narrative his existence kickstarted (because Porsche would have never joined the family if he wasn’t so desperate to take care of Chay)

Chay is so interesting to me because he is so important to the plot as a whole, but he is constantly kept far away from the main plot. I saw someone say once that he’s in a completely different genre from the mafia story he’s a part of, and I agree.

Overall Chay Rating (Chrating): I give this episode an A- 

 It’s a great intro into Chay’s character by giving you a lot of setup for his character, particularly in relation to who he is around Porsche. There’s no Kim, but I like that we got introduced to Chay before his romantic interest comes onto screen. Chay’s styling this episode was cute, but not my favorite looks. This episode stockpiles Chay fans with lots of Chay screentime to survive the harsh winter (the episodes without him) coming for them. It’s not the best Chay episode, but its definitely up there.

[pxrtalchopped]

So Shell Feed

four: ✧ connections

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀᴛʟᴇs sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɪʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ. ᴀʟsᴏ, ʟᴇᴏ's ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

parts: one || two || three || four (you’re here!)

        You ended up having to buy another pizza.

        Initially, you were against this verdict. It wasn't your fault the pizza dropped! I mean it was, you most definitely dropped it, but it's because you were shocked at seeing giant mutant turtles!

        Totally within reason and therefore a proper excuse to not be held accountable for a $10 pizza.

        But you digress and paid for it anyway. Your phone was in the hands of a pizza-starved purple turtle, after all, and one tiny box was not going to be enough to satisfy all four of these guys.

        As April left to go fetch the pizza, you were shown around "the lair", as they called it, by three of the four turtles. Donatello immediately left you four the moment your precious phone's life was put into his three-fingered hands.

        Although you were nervous without April, you felt that strange sense of comfort around them again (something you thought happened pretty often when you interacted with this group - whether online or in person today) so your nerves were easily soothed as the trip among this VERY large 'home' continued.

        It brought that very thought to the forefront of your mind: meeting these four, as well as April, and even going to their hideout - all happened in the span of a few hours.

        It was probably nearing the 8:30 mark by now, and you winced. Yes, your mother trusted you to take care of yourself, and being away for a few hours never necessarily meant a big deal since you kept often communication with her, but it was also New York.

        That, and the fact that there have been rumors going around ever since that one popular chef was 'mysteriously transformed into a hideous beast' that there's been a bug-carried disease or something riddling the city itself.

        'Is that what happened to these guys?'

        Mikey's arm was tightly hooked around yours, and you could tell he was physically restraining himself from jumping and pulling you around to every location with excitement.

        The grin on his face was so wide, that it instantly lifted your mood as well.

        How did you know? Leo made sure to comment on how radiant your smile was.

        'You don't have to hide how excited you are to finally meet me, y'know,' were his exact words.

                You wanted to reply with 'we met less than 12 hours ago,' but you thought he was funny, so you went along with it anyway.

        As for Raphael - although he hadn't volunteered or offered to follow you guys around the lair, he most definitely was there.

        Definitely failing at 'spying' on you - not that it could've been helped. His stature and color scheme clashed too heavily with his attempts to hide behind humorously smaller items than him.

        "Since you've already familiarized yourself with the living room, I wanna show you the more exciting places of our humble abode!" Mikey grinned, "Starting with my FAVORITE place, the graffiti room!"

        Leo had a mischievous smile on his face, although the twitch in his eye made it evident that following around to whatever the 'graffiti room' was didn't meet his exact ideals.

        You watched him with a curious glint in your eye, but you sped up with the orange-clad turtle because honestly, you were just as excited to see graffiti as he was to show you.

        Mikey pulled you along a hallway lit in neon and blacklights, and part of you wondered how the hell these guys could pay for any form of an electric bill.

        Posters of retro Lou-Jitsu movies littered the dull cement walls, and near the bottom of said walls were doodles that looked to be in paint markers, and dated chalk of messy scribbles and tiny hand prints.

        The floor held a story, too. The same paint colors were splotched on the floor with little footprints and splatters. Someone made a mess whenever those were painted.

        You had a feeling you knew who all those little footprints belonged to, and although it seemed cute, a sympathetic pang hit deep in your heart.

        But you didn't have time to stop and analyze anything from the hallway, anyway.

        There wasn't a door, as the halls were sewer caverns, respectfully, but it did lead to another opening for a manhole.

        Once more, it was a room with a giant ladder that you assumed led up to another alleyway. Except this area was considerably less lit near the roof.

        More interestingly, though, it was the most gorgeous room you think you've ever seen.

        Paintings littered their way up to a good 3/4th of the entire ladderway, and they seemingly got more professional the higher up they went.

        "This is the room I've frequented the most in my childhood," Mikey informed you with a proud grin, "here, look! You can see how bad I was at drawing when I just started out. I was like four or something, but I've always held a love for drawing!"

        He scurried over to the lowest part of the ladderway, showing you the doodles 'Lil' Mike' drew in his youngest days.

        They were hard to make out, but the colors kind of reminded you of the brothers so you assumed he took most of his inspiration from his family back then.

        It was adorable.

        "After being introduced to comic books and movies - that's when I really started getting into it. I actually did some studies, too!"

        His hands gently ran themselves over the drawings, and he constantly looked from his drawings back to your cheerful expressions, as if he nervously gauged your reaction to his pieces; young to old.

        Your mouth was agape in a jovial wonder. "Mikey, you did all of this?" your voice raised in octaves, awe showing through every word, and it made him elated.

        Those honey-brown eyes of his shone with a giddy sparkle, unlike anything you've ever seen. "I did! Do you like it?"

        You made your way to climb up the ladder, eyes never leaving the beautiful pieces of art surrounding you.

        It was clear he had practiced many forms of art, but his favorite was graffiti, cartoon, and pop art. It was crazy to you, how talented he was.

        "Mikey, this is amazing!" you exclaimed, "look at the detail - the lining is so clean! You're an artist! Now I see how you got your name, aye?"

        Hopping off the ladder, you turned back to the turtle. He was busy wiping his tears off with his wristbands. "I can't show my art anywhere except on the So Shell, so it really means a lot that you like it!" He sheepishly chuckles.

        "Sorry, I'm a little overwhelmed!"

        You walked up to him with a small smile, "no worries, dude! I think it's so amazing, I can tell you really love drawing! You got any sketchbooks I can see?"

        The genuine interest in his craft made him gasp absurdly loud - and even louder, he screamed, "oh DO I - "

        All before Leo finally managed to speak up, patting Mikey's shoulder 'sympathetically,' whilst speaking, "Oh buddy it'll take AGES for you to get out of that - mmmm'nother time? 'Nother place? We still gotta show them MY favorite spot!"

        Unbeknownst to you, Leo had been patiently waiting for you to have your undivided attention on him.

        And seeing as he didn't want his first impression with you to be overly narcissistic and rude, he tried his best to compose himself from any sassy remarks and let Mikey have his little moment.

        But the praising and joking around with Mikey was... well, safe to say he got a little jealous.

        You were a new friend and it already looked like you were gonna find a real liking to his younger brother, but he'd hoped that he would have been able to snag you as his best friend, like how April and Donnie became so attached to the hip.

        He wanted a partner in crime so baaaad!! So forgive him, okay? He can still impress you, just wait till he takes you to THE spot.

        "Alright, Mikester, Raph-a-doodle - " You watched the looming, big shadow in the corner of the room jump as... attention was brought to it - "let's kindly take our guest towards the r - a - m - p, shall we?"

        ....Did he think you couldn't spell? Ramp. He spelled ramp. Were you not supposed to know that he wanted to take you to some ramp? Was this an acronym? You were so confused!

        Shaking your head, you sped up to match Leo's speed - this boy had legs, after all, and he could move quickly. Maybe it was the 'ninja' part of them Mikey's been informing you about.

        Leo, although making long strides, was pretty calm, and a lazy smile fell on his half-lidded gaze. His arms were crossed behind his head, allowing him to rest on them ever slightly. Although he didn't show it, a jolt of nervousness ran through his spine when you walked up next to him.

        Oh, right. He's probably supposed to talk like Mikey did, right? Better not let his little brother get the chance to sweep you off your feet again.

        "As I'm sure you're aware, our cozy little casa is a treasure trove filled with endless entertainment - as very much needed and deserved for the heroes of the city, after all," he began.

        You had no idea what he was talking about. Heroes of the city? What exactly have they done?

        You didn't ask to elaborate, and he continued anyway. "But there's one particular room that stands out among all others - and it's this one," he spoke in a leading voice, similar to an announcer for some wrestling match, and his arms outstretched as you turned the corner of the corridor.

        A giant opening was there. And you only wished that giant was an exaggeration.

        At the very bottom floor - where you currently resided - was a giant skate ramp. Next to it, laying half-hazardly, were color-coordinated boards. And they were pretty beat up, which meant they were loved? You guessed?

        You never really used skateboards.

        In all honesty, it was beautiful. There was floor after floor, once again leading to the city's streets at the very top - but here it was like the main directory for any location of the sewers you could have possibly wanted.

        Seriously, can you live here? You were positive there was more than enough room.

        "Woaaaah....!" another gasp left your lips, and it made Leo's ego do somersaults.

        "Yeah-hah-haaah, baby! Right here is the prime place to be for good times. This is where the real magic happens."

        Whilst the red-eared slider spoke, Mikey ran up alongside him to go fetch their boards.

        You noticed Raph didn't bother to hide himself in this room, not like he had any place to hide in here anyway, and took this time to walk up and talk with him.

        Shortly after the first introductions, you were informed that Raphael was the oldest of the four; then came Leo and Donnie, being the same age and referred to as 'the disaster twins,' and the youngest of the brothers being Michelangelo, naturally.

        "All of this is... incredible, how did you guys manage to put so much... well, stuff down here? It looks so... cozy. Like the teenage dream," you gushed to him.

        He hadn't been spying on you in any way to be offensive, and you knew that. He was the oldest child, and he loved his brothers. He just wanted to make sure you were okay - over-protective or overtly suspicious he may be. And you respected it, you admired it, even.

        For this reason, you'd expected him to have been at least a little bit harsh or maybe even withhold talking about personal stuff with you so early on into your relationship. You've still only known everyone for only a few good hours, after all. However, he was more than comfortable talking to you as if you were another friend.

        "It took a long time, for sure. A lot of this stuff was brought in only a few years ago since we finally had the strength and teamwork to enhance our home," he explained.

        "But back when we were kids, there were only a few rooms that pops cared to decorate."

        "Pops?" you asked with a curious tilt to your head.

        Raph let out a chuckle at your display. "Yeah. Master Splinter. He's not here right now, and I can't tell you why," a brow-like crease of his mask indicated an apologetic expression from him, and again, you understood the secrecy, so you shrugged to let him continue, "but he's the one that took care of us when we didn't have anyone. It's part of why we live down here."

        He lifted his gaze back up to his two brothers, "... But I think, back then, he needed us. Just as much as we needed him. He's not exactly a human, either. All we had was this family, but somehow, we were enough. And I don't think any of us would have wanted it any other way, y'know?"

        Midway through his little chat with you, his voice softened. Like he was pondering over the words he spoke to you, or maybe just took a moment to live in those words. A fondness showed through his eyes. Something of a look that you could only see in the eldest child.

        It hurt your heart. You wished you shared that connection with your siblings.

        "It's really touching to hear the kinda love you guys have for each other," it was your turn to speak softly, and you also turned your head to watch the two brothers set up their gear.

        "____, watch me hit this super cool air flip, alright? Mikey, cheer me on dude!"

        Leo's voice wavered in the distance (the ramp was REALLY tall), and he waved for your attention from the top of the half-pipe.

        You gave him a thumbs up and he grinned, noticing your attention. Mikey cheered him on with utmost passion.

        You quietly continued. "It's hard to see that kind of bond in humans, these days. We tend to leave that kind of stuff behind in favor of things like success, or physical desires," your arms crossed, matching Raphael's pose unintentionally.

        "But despite this day in age, I think Master Splinter did good teaching you all how important the bond between a family is..." you paused, thinking carefully with a small frown. "... A real family."

        Raphael noticed your correction, but all he did to react was simply give you a curious side-eye, not wanting to offend you by asking about it.

        A smile grew on his lips as his brother successfully started the routine for his special move. "It's something we're still learning ourselves, and it isn't easy. But it's worth the trouble."        

        As for Leo, currently picking up speed for his wicked airtime, sweat was trickling down his neck.

        Why did he do this? Why did he specifically bring this super hard trick shot to your attention, knowing that his success rate was literally in the 30s with this jump?

        If he misses it means a one-way ticket straight to crashtown, bruises all over his face, a completely ruined reputation and first impression, and endless embarrassment that he will never live down.

        He had to make this trick.

        Mikey's encouragement wasn't doing much to help the underlying panic, but it did well to keep a confident (enough) looking grin on the Slider's face.

        'This is it, Leo, now or never, the one trick to seal that best friend status with ___! Don't mess this up!'

        '.....What are you thinking, Leonard? You? Messing up? That's not biologically in your nature...!'

        He took the flip into the air,

        " - guess who's back with the pizza!"

        and flailed, lost his footing, and face slammed directly into the ramp, pathetically sliding down it in a muddled heap of an embarrassed turtle.

        'FUCK.'

        Luckily, you hadn't seen that horrible, embarrassing mess! The moment April's words spoke, you turned away from Leo soaring in the air to the brunette and trotted over without thinking.

        "April, you're back! Oh, sorry, Leo, did I miss it?!"

        Before you turned back towards the ramp, Leo made a lightning-quick recovery and stood straight, leaning slightly on the wobbling board with his head turned to the ground, rendering it impossible for you to see his face.

        He pressed a hand against his mouth, yawning loudly and dramatically to cover-up, "huh? Oh, yeah, you did, you really shoulda seen it! But it's fine, I'm actually a bit exhausted anyway so I might have to wait another time to build the energy for another one of those trick shots. Hey, I'm gonna go check on Donnie, I'll see you guys later!"

        And then he left.

        .....And then, you finally had time to process what just went down.

        You muttered a small, "uhhh... okay! Sorry about that! Another time then," and turned back to April, who shared another confused look with you.

        "Boys." She simply stated.

        Leo wasn't actually going to Donnie's lab. Instead, he went straight to his room down in the abandoned subway and splashed himself with cold water.

        His left cheek was swollen, and he could feel it panging, but looking in the mirror he noticed that he didn't look too bad.

         Maybe he could get away with a clever excuse.

        If she saw how horrible that drop was, he probably would have died. Thank the heavens for giving those four April.

        He whimpered pathetically and sat down on his bed.

        'Now what can I do? I ran away, giving the rest of them all the time they needed to sweep ____ of their feet!'

        He brought a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples in annoyance. If only you made that stupid trick shot, Leonard.

        'This is where the real magic happens,' yeah right.

        ....Magic.....

        Turning his head to the side, his gaze met the Mystic Sword resting against the door.

        He grinned.

        You, Raphael, April, and Mikey decided to chill out in the kitchen and chow down on some pizza. Meanwhile, you asked about their hidden lives.

        "So how did you guys end up meeting? Were you just as shocked as I was, April?"

        April laughed at the question, wiping tomato sauce off the side of her lip before she could answer.

        "I was really young, I think I was about 11 or 12 when I met them. But I grew up watching movies with aliens in them, y'know? And that's what they kind of looked like to me when I first saw them."

        You could hear Mikey and Raph groan at being compared to 'aliens,' but April continued.

        "So I don't think I was entirely thrown aback, being a kid super into the idea that aliens were real... actually, I'm pretty sure they were more terrified of me than I could ever be of them!"

        "That's true," Raph laughed, bashfully scratching at his cheek. "Master Splinter always warned us about being seen by humans. When we were really young, he said it's because they would've kidnapped and experimented on us, and we really believed it!"

        Raph and his baby brother laughed as if they figured it was some myth that had no chance of coming true.

        A drop of sweat rolled down your forehead, and you and April spared a glance at each other from the corner of your eyes.

        You let out a laugh through clenched teeth.

        As Raph's laughter died down, you spoke again before he could catch on to your nervous expression.

        "Dads, am I right? No matter the species they always wanna spook their kids, hahaha!"

        "Fo-real, I thought April was totally gonna go mad scientist on us!" Mikey added, "we already had enough of that with Donnie's experiments back then!"

        You caught the 'we still do,' grumble that April and Raph let out, and it made you giggle.

        "It sounds like all of you had a really exciting childhood, I'm kinda jealous," you teased. They all beamed at you.

        "Are you kidding? If anything, we're jealous of you!"

        "I know for one, it was always Donnie's biggest dream to attend school," Raphael explained.

        "We never got to go outside for more than half of our lives. Of course, we did it anyway, but there was always an underlying fear of how humans would treat us in the open."

        You couldn't help but frown. He was right to be scared - Splinter was right to teach him that, too.

        "....On the bright side, it looks like you're pretty good at picking out the good ones." April gave Raph a joking smile, giving you the opportunity to see a bright grin from the oldest.

        A beep sounded from April's watch, causing everyone to turn their heads toward her.

        "Oh, looks like Donnie's finished with your phone, ____."

        "Already?!" you yelped. "I haven't even been here for two hours!"

        The three laughed in a tone that said 'you have no idea,' and followed you out of the kitchen.

        It was time for you to finally see Donnie's lab.

        Donatello's lab had a massive door - one with several authorizations and passcodes that gave you a headache just after one look.

        Luckily his brothers noticed your visible distress, and Mikey was quick to press his hand against the scanner.

        "Who is it?"

        "It's your faaaavorite brother!"

        "Oh, come in, Mikey."

        "What?!" Raph yelled.

        Mikey giggled, turning his head around with a shit-eating grin to taunt Raph's offended demeanor, and cockily marched through the opening doors.

        You quickly followed behind him, then April, then a moping Raph.

        "I see you've come to retrieve your cellular device," Donatello didn't even bother to look at you, eyes closed as he smugly grinned, "prepare to be enraptured by my awesome tech-skills - no need to thank me, I know, I'm great."

        You wanted to punch his smug little face but he was right. And if there was any kind of character you loved: it was those who had bite to their bark.

        "Wow, Donnie... this phone - this is my phone?! How did you - " your eyes sparkled, and your mouth gawked as you tested out your new phone.

        He had to pretend he wasn't going insane over how dramatic your reactions were.

        Ego? Skyrocketing.

        "Not only did I fix your screen, add a DonTech VPN, and give you an extra 20 GB of storage - I also made sure that you were following meandlikedeverypostonmySoShellFeedyeahyou'rewelcome."

        He muttered the last bit in a hurried tone, but you couldn't mind due to how utterly astounded you were by the major upgrades.

        You could probably hold the entire collection of the internet's memes on your phone by now. AND STILL, HAVE STORAGE! Not only that, the resolution on your camera was fucking insane!

        "And you did all of this in - "

        "One hour and fourty-seven minutes? Yeah, I had to wait on the pizza before I could get my mojo on," he bragged.

        You know damn well that part was a lie but again, you didn't care. You let him feel good about his achievements because all of this was free.

        "I don't think I'll ever need a software update again...!" You whispered. The three accomodating compadres in the room laughed at you.

        "You won't - unless it's one of my updates. I tinker a lot, you should be aware it'll be VERY annoying for you," he grinned.

        Your smile was absolutely beaming when you turned to him. Flustered, his grin dropped and his eyes hurriedly shot around any other direction instead of on you.

        "Thank you so much, man! Seriously! You have no idea how grateful I am, this is sick!!!"

        He turned away from you in his swivel chair, leaning his head in his hands with his arms propped on the desk. "Uh yeah, yeah no problem." He played off his timidness with a bored-sounding voice, fiddling with a pen.

        "I will of course be needing to see your phone again soon; two hours didn't give me enough time to figure out how that dumb bug got into my app, yet."

        Oh, shoot, that's right! You needed to be heading home! You shot a look at April, and she nodded knowingly.

        "Um, of course!" you responded. "Maybe I'll revisit you guys soon! We can have an official hangout session then!"

        Mikey had stars in his eyes, and Raphael happily shrugged. "We'll be here anytime," he said.

        "And if you can't come over, just text me. I'm sure I can figure things out with a bit of vague QnA," Donatello informed. You nodded.

        Making your way out of the Lab was a bit of a bummer. You wanted to spend more time in there and really investigate all the cool inventions that the turtle genius made, but you really needed to be heading home.

        Speaking of Donnie's lab, though -

        "Hey, wasn't Leo supposed to be chilling here?" you asked April.

        Mikey answered for her with a shrug. "He's probably sleeping or reading comics. He does his own thing super often."

        Raph couldn't help but grumble, but didn't respond to it. You wondered why he seemed annoyed by that.

        But April, Raphael, Mikey, and Donnie ended up leading you out of the lair together. And when you finally made it to the ladders that once led you down here, you turned to them with another of your signature smiles.

        "Well, I've gotta be heading home. But it was really awesome that I could stop by on such short notice! I really appreciate you guys for letting me crash here for a bit. And for fixing my phone. Thanks a bunch, again."

        Donnie cracked a small smile and was quick to hide his face before you could see any full grin.

                The other two walked straight up to you - Mikey once again giving you a hug, and Raph settling with messing up your hair.

        "Not a problem, buddy! Make sure you come back soon, we'll always be happy to have ya! Text us when you get home, okay? It's dangerous out there at night."

        "Oh please, she's got O'Neil on her side," April scoffed jokingly. "I promised her a ride home, no biggie."

        You nodded anyway. "I'll text you guys, though. Oh, and tell Leo I said goodbye! It's a shame I wasn't able to talk with him longer!"

        "WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIIIT - YOU'RE LEAVING ALREADY?!"

        Speak of the devil and there shall he come. Leo frantically waved his arms as he ran toward you.

        Yeah. Frantically waving his arms. Running. With a giant, menacing sword in his hands.

        "CHEEBUS GRICE - LEO, DON'T RUN WITH THAT!" screamed April, guarding the two of you with her bat.

        "No, but I have to show ____ my super cool sword, they're gonna love it! Check this ou- woAAH !!!"

        As terrifyingly expected, Leonardo tripped on his own two feet and the sword went launching, slicing open some blue, mysterious portal in midair.

        The sword flew above you, and as he was falling he accidentally caught on to your jacket.

        ....Which, y'know, meant that you obviously fell into the portal with him.

        "____?!?!"

[william246]

DAY ONE OF KINKTOBER 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Notes🙀; hello this is for kinktober today we have William afton!!! That’s all also I don’t have a certain age for people to read!!

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Kinktober-day 1- William afton-flashing.

October 1st 1982, 15:23, place; hurricane Utah.

You were just walking to work, Freddy Fazbear’s pizza place ah yes a wonderful place where children can go!. As you are walking you bump into a tall man, he has black hair that is kept he has a Freddy Fazbear’s work Suit on. “Oh hello there! Sorry I didn’t see you!” The tall man said he has a thick British accent, you say it’s okay and that your fine, you two have a nice conversation about where are you guys work and apparently you guys both work at the same place!

Both of you are at work doing your job, You found out that his name is William the owner of the business with his partner, Henry. As you are working you get called into it Williams office you walk in and ask what’s happening, he pulls you to his desk his hard cock out, your eyes went wide your cheeks flushed read. “You like what you see dear?” William said rubbing his thumb on its red tip, his dick was throbbing and his hands “why don’t you be a good employee and sit and watch” he said as he jerk’s him self off, you do as he said sitting down as you watch him, he was quietly moaning.

He reached his climax letting out a loud moan as he cums in his hand his own seed dripping down his hand and cock “why don’t you come and lick me clean Mh?” He said and you get and and out you hand near his soft dick and start to lick him clean once you where done he put his thing away and had you go back to work you, with you having a puddle in your panties a thing that you’ll have to deal with later.

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More notes🙀; this is really bad but whatever 😭

[queerbuckleys]

YOU WERE LIGHTING FLARES CHAPTER TWO: 'CAUSE I DON'T SEE YOU LIKE I USED TO [1.4k | angst | emotional hurt comfort] {ao3} prev.

a/n: fair warning that this chapter deals with the sadder/darker parts of working with the tiny babies, nothing is directly said but it is strongly eluded to that Eddie and team lost one of their patients. titles from waking up slow by gabrielle aplin.

Buck starts bringing three servings of whatever meal he picks up to the hospital. 

Then he starts going when Maddie isn’t even there. The texting is non- stop. But they have only always spent time together at the hospital either in the breakroom or the little cafe in the lobby. It was never particularly romantic per se, but there was a deep understanding, trust, and connection between them that they both felt–but never spoke of. 

He visits the nursery and watches the babies as they grow, as they graduate, and the new ones that come along. Sometimes it isn’t always the happy ending they wanted. Those days when there is a soft somber blanket wrapped around the room, Buck brings extra coffee and pastries. Puts a dash of sugar in Eddie's and makes sure he gets his favorite. They don’t talk about it, just like they don’t talk about when Buck is extra quiet on his visits. 

Eddie's calling Buck. Which isn’t something that was terribly unusual. It’s just that Buck knows that Eddie’s supposed to be in the last few hours of a shift, and Eddie only texts during his break. 

He picks up and there’s a brief second of silence- he’s not entirely sure what to say. 

“Please tell me you saved a cute cat from a tree today or something,” Eddie sounds on the verge of tears. It’s a tone of voice Buck recognizes instantly. The nearly hysterical edge is sharper than an arrow. He’s heard it before from Maddie and even himself. And it makes something ache in his chest, he wants to fix everything that made Eddie feel that way. 

“Eddie-“ 

“Please Buck, I can't talk about it yet.” Buck had never heard Eddie like this before. And it sounded strange coming from him. He was usually just quiet. 

“That's okay. You don’t have to. I- I’m just worried about you. You’re not alone are you?” 

“I am,” he sounds almost scared to admit it.  

“Okay I’m coming over.” 

Buck takes a breath as he finds his keys and slips on his shoes, “So today, Chimney, who is like completely head over heels for Maddie by the way even if he can’t see it, please do tease her about it, tried to make Cap’s famous mac and cheese. We ended up having to order pizza. And we did actually rescue a cat from a tree today, and he was indeed cute. Orange tabby, named Teddy. All that was missing from my day was a dalmatian.” 

Buck hears a watery laugh through the tinny speakers that suddenly dissolves into tears. 

“I hate it when we don’t win.” Eddie sobs, air desperately trying to find its way in. 

“I know. You’re always gonna have me though. To catch you.” Because there were always going to be lost battles. “For as long as I am breathing or as long as you’ll let me, I'll catch you.” It feels heavy and like too much of a promise for a new blossoming friendship. But it was the truth. It felt like something was tying itself around his heart at that moment. 

Buck bites his lip and adjusts his grip on the steering wheel as he turns onto Eddie's street. 

“The doors unlocked.” Eddie says after a moment. 

He finds Eddie slumped against the wall near the bathroom. Still in his scrubs. Knees bent in front of him. 

“I've been doing this for years. They told us in the classes. This isn’t the first time. But,” 

“Sometimes it doesn’t matter. You’re human Eddie. It's okay. Now, let’s get you out of these scrubs you’ve been wearing for what I'm guessing is entirely too long.” Eddie nods as he offers his hands, “okay, up!” 

Eddie takes them and is willingly hauled up to standing. 

“Thank you,” he says quietly and he turns and walks toward what Buck assumes to be his bedroom. 

Buck leans in the doorway as Eddie digs through drawers finding a clean shirt and sweatpants. 

“Do you want me to stay?” he asks gently. Eddie freezes and looks up at him biting his lip. 

“…do you want to?” 

“I was thinking about ordering Thai, Chim and Maddie are doing their “not date” thing tonight so-“ 

“You don’t want to be alone either huh?” Eddie smiles weakly. 

“Guess not. You want some Pad Thai?” 

“Sure” Eddie nods, “that sounds… good.” 

“Good. I’ll just, um, go order in the living room while you-“ 

Eddie nods again and Buck backs away from the door. 

He orders the food pretty quickly and then takes stock of the photos that line the mantle. His eyes lock on one of Eddie and a young boy, they have the same smile spread across their faces, the boy has glasses. Then Buck notices that he’s in almost every photo. And then there’s the one of a young brunette woman, she’s smiling at the beach, the sun making her hair glow just a little. There's a candle underneath the picture and a pair of rings next to it. And Buck can’t breathe. 

“That's Shannon.” Eddie says from behind him. 

Buck jumps as he turns looking wide eyed. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to-“ 

“Nah, it’s okay,” he replies as Eddie takes a few steps to come up closer to the mantle.

“She is Christopher's mother.” 

Buck's eyes drift to a photo of Shannon and the young boy, “and um Christopher, he’s my son.” Every word is weighted with an unspoken understanding.

“Oh” 

“Does that-“

“Oh, God no! I love kids- he is adorable!” 

“She uh, she died a little less than a year ago. When I said I wasn't ready- it’s because of her. I loved her in all the ways I could but we- she wanted a divorce just before she died. Screwed me up for a while. Then I figured out the whole, um gay thing. And that screwed with me in a whole new way. Honestly still working through all that. But I really like you. And that’s why I'm telling you all this. Cause it’s important and if you can’t deal with all th-“ 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence Eddie Diaz. I said I'll catch you, and I meant it. Baggage and all. And I'll get ya back one of these days. I have some kinda batshit baggage too.” 

Eddie smiles a little. And Buck feels like he won an award. 

They naturally end up on the couch and Eddie turns on the tv. 

The food is delivered and they eat in silence, a chenille blanket pooled around their waists. 

Eddie twirls his noodles with the chopsticks, “I’ll catch you too you know, anytime you need it.” 

Buck nods, one side of his mouth quirked up.

Yeah, he won the lottery. 

He's standing outside the nursery, mirroring the first time he visited. He's drinking coffee, this time another cup in his hand that he dutifully hands to Eddie before either of them say a word. 

“Thank god for you,” Eddie sighs around the first gulp, and Buck smirks. 

“I know you don’t have long, but I just wanted to swing by. Check in.” After last shift. 

Eddie bites the corner of his bottom lip, “We’re doing okay. I- I’m, I wanted to ask you about something?” 

Buck sips his coffee with an expectant look. 

“So, I totally get it if your schedule is too busy or you just-“ 

“What is it Eddie?” 

“We have this program, where people come in and hold the babies that are either wards of the state or their parents aren’t able to for whatever reason. It helps them. It’s mostly older ladies and people who’ve lost theirs or even almost did. Nicest people I know to be honest. And I guess I was wondering if you wanted to- I just think you would be really good at it.” He takes a sip of coffee turning to the window. 

“Oh. you think I-“ there’s a disbelief in his voice he doesn’t remember conjuring. 

“Yeah I do.” 

“I didn't know it was an option. I- I think I would really like that. I’ve read some stuff about skin to skin contact and stuff and how important that can be for development.” 

“You wouldn't have to- that’s not why I-“ 

“I know,” Buck smiles shyly, “I'll think about it.” 

Later that evening he taps out a text; 

To: eddie 🩺 how do i sign up? is there a link somewhere? 

He immediately receives a text in return

From: eddie🩺 Yeah! Here :) (Oh nice you learned about question marks!)

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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 9/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 4.4k Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), unprotected sex, p in v sex

Part 8    Part 10

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November 6th, 1984

When you woke up you felt like you’d slept for days. You looked over at your alarm clock and saw the time 8:06 pm. You had slept all day. You stretched and got out of bed, walking through to the kitchen. You saw a small note sitting on the counter so you picked it up. I didn’t want to wake you. I’ve gone home. Stay safe. -Steve. You were happy you didn’t have to deal with Steve this evening. You were still exhausted. You were absolutely starving so you grabbed a pizza out of the freezer, shoving it in the oven. While it was cooking you headed through to the bathroom to take a shower. You stood in the shower thinking about what you were going to say to Eddie. Would you do it tonight? Or just wait until tomorrow? You should probably do it tonight but you didn’t know if you were mentally ready. You climbed out of the shower and put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before grabbing your pizza out of the oven. You sat eating, still worrying about what to say to Eddie. Once you finished up you went to the sink and washed up your plate. You looked out the window while you were doing so and saw Eddie sitting on the step of his own trailer, smoking a cigarette. You sighed, you had literally just spent the last few days fighting monsters for another world and yet you were worried about a boy. Before you could really think about it, you walked out of the trailer and over to where Eddie sat. ‘Hey.’ You said, standing in front of him. He looked up at you shocked. ‘Can I sit?’ You indicated to the place next to him on the steps. ‘Oh, yeah, yeah.’ He said scooting over as you sat down next to him. You sat there in silence awkwardly trying to think about what to say. ‘You’ve not been home for a few days and you didn’t show up at school today.’ ‘Yeah, there was some stuff going on at the Byer’s so I was helping out there and didn’t get home until early this morning. I only woke up like half an hour ago.’ You shrugged, not like you could tell the truth. ‘So why was Steve’s car outside your trailer then?’ ‘Because he was also helping and he gave me a ride home. He slept on the couch.’ You didn’t know why you felt the need to explain to him but you did. You tried to figure out what to say but you just couldn’t so you grabbed a cigarette out of your pocket in order to give yourself something to do. You went to light it but it was too windy for the lighter to catch. ‘Here, let me help.’ Eddie said. He reached over cupping his hands around yours to protect you from the wind. The lighter finally sparked and you lit your cigarette. ‘Thanks.’ You said taking a drag. ‘So we should probably talk about everything.’ ‘Yeah, umm look I’m really sorry. I should’ve talked to you but when I heard what you said, I felt like an idiot. And I lashed out.’ ‘I was just ranting to Steve. I felt like you were ashamed to be seen with me because whenever I asked you to go out in public you turned me down. So I just figured that you didn’t like me anymore and then when I saw you with that girl, it was like all my worst fears had come true.’ You admitted. ‘Nothing happened between us, I swear. I just saw her at the party and I knew she was into me so I guess I wanted to make you jealous or something. Which didn’t even work cause all I could think about was you and then I saw you with that asshole and I was so angry.’ ‘Well thanks for pulling me away from him, I genuinely didn’t want to be near him. Plus, he punched Steve so I definitely hate him. But why did you push me away?’ ‘Do you remember that day I let you play my guitar?’ ‘Yeah.’ You were confused. What did that day have to do with anything? ‘Well, you looked so beautiful that day and I just realised that I was in love with you. And I guess I got scared so I pushed you away to get over my feelings, with didn’t work.’ ‘You love me?’ You couldn’t think. Did he really love you? ‘Yeah, I mean you’re perfect and I guess I got into my head because how could a girl as amazing as you want to be with me? So I figured that you’d be ashamed to be seen with me which is why I stopped talking to you in public and taking you to shows.’ Your heart melted at that. You didn’t realise he was so insecure about himself. I mean you thought he was perfect and he felt so bad about himself. ‘Eddie, you’re amazing and I would never be ashamed to be seen with you. And I love you too.’ You admitted, not looking him in the eye. You felt his arms wrap around you, you rested your head on his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to your head. You fiddled with the rings on his fingers, both of you sitting in silence. ‘Oh wait, I have something for you.’ He said standing up and running into his trailer. You sat in confusion waiting for him to come out. He ran back out and sat down next to you holding a bunch of flowers out to you. ‘Wait, peonies? You remember my favourite flower?’ You were shocked that he remembered some random comment you made months ago. ‘Yeah, I remember everything about you. Like the first day you came to school you were wearing jeans and an Alice Cooper shirt with a red flannel over it.’ ‘I started at Hawkins in November and we didn’t talk until March.’ You smiled at him. Did he really notice you that long before you met? ‘Yeah, I’ve kind of had a crush on you since that day, and when I saw you at that bench I was so nervous.’ ‘Well, I once walked into a door because I was staring at you.’ You admitted. ‘Really? That’s kind of cute.’ He said wrapping his arms around you. You placed the flowers you were holding down behind you and wrapped your arms around him. ‘So do you want to go on a date this Saturday? A proper date, not just hanging out at my trailer.’ ‘Actually, I can’t this Saturday, I promised I’d hang out with Will but what about Friday?’ ‘Yeah, I can do Friday. Although I have one request.’ ‘What?‘ You asked, concerned. ‘Spend the night with me. I’m not asking you to have sex, I just miss cuddling you.’ ‘Aw, yeah. Honestly, I miss cuddling you too.’ ‘Great, let’s go.’ He said pulling you up as you grabbed the flowers you placed down. ‘Actually, there’s one more thing I miss.’ He turned to face you. Before you could ask what he meant, he pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back, happy to feel his lips on yours again. Happy to be back with him.

9th November 1984

‘Hi, Mrs Wheeler is Nancy there?’ You asked, through the phone. You were stressed out. Tonight was your date with Eddie and you had no idea what to wear. You tried out about a million outfits and none of them looked right, so you were calling the only other girl you knew. ‘Hey, Y/N. Is something going on?’ Nancy asked when she got to the phone. ‘Look, I know we’re not close or anything but you’re the only girl I know and I can’t exactly ask Steve.’ ‘Y/N, get to the point.’ She sighed. ‘Sorry, it’s just I have my date with Eddie tonight and I have no idea what to wear. Can you help me?’ ‘Where are the two of you going?’ ‘I don’t know he wants it to be a surprise. Please just come over and help me.’ You beg over the phone. ‘Fine, I’ll be over in half an hour.’ She sighed hanging up the phone.

When you heard a knock on your trailer door, you practically ran to the door. ‘Thank god, you’re here. Come through and help me.’ You grabbed Nancy’s hand, pulling her through to your room which had clothes scattering everywhere. ‘Wow, you weren’t lying when you said you’ve tried on a million outfits.’ She said looking around. ‘Right, well you can’t wear a band tee.’ She said digging through the clothes. ‘I wasn’t planning on it.’ You said looking through the clothes as well. ‘My wardrobes over there.’ You said waving over to the corner of the room. She walked over, looking through the few things you still had hanging up. ‘What about this?’ She said holding up the tartan dress you owned. It was a strappy dress, that fell just above the knees. ‘Yeah I thought about that but it’s November and I don’t want to be cold. Wait I know.’ You dug through the pile of clothes lying on your bed until you found what you were looking for. It was a thin black turtleneck that would fit under the dress. ‘Will this look good?’ ‘Yeah, you’ll look great. What time is your date anyway?’ ‘Eddie’s meeting me at 7.’ ‘It’s 5 right now. How long does it take you to get ready?’ She asked in shock. ‘I’ve been trying to get ready since I got home. I mean I could probably get ready in an hour but I’d rather be ready too early than too late.’ ‘Yeah, that makes sense. Do you need help getting ready?’ ‘Nah I just needed help choosing an outfit. I really appreciate you coming over, I know we’re not close but I couldn’t exactly ask Steve for help with this.’ You really did appreciate it. It was slightly awkward for you being around Nancy as both Steve and Jonathan were close friends of yours but you really did need a girl's help on this. ‘It’s alright. I’m going to head off now.’ She said giving you a hug and walking out of your trailer. You grabbed your makeup from the bathroom and sat down on your bed, taking your time getting ready. It felt ridiculous as Eddie had seen you in all sorts of states but you wanted to look perfect tonight. Once you finish doing your hair and makeup, you slipped on the outfit you’d chosen along with your docs. You looked at the time, 6:45. Great, now you had to spend the next 15 minutes worrying. You walked out and sat down on the steps of your trailer, lighting a cigarette. You glanced over at Eddie’s trailer and saw him loading some stuff into his van. He shut the back and looked over, waving when he saw you. He jogged over and you stood up, tossing your cigarette and stubbing it out with your shoe. You smiled at him seeing he was dressed in his normal outfit but rather than his usual Hellfire or band shirts, he was wearing a black shirt. ‘You look good.’ You said as you walked down the step and wrapped your arms around him. ‘You’re one to talk. You look perfect.’ He said, placing his hands on your waist and giving you a kiss. ‘So what are we doing?’ You asked smiling at him as he slung his arm over your shoulder, walking over to his van. ‘I told you, it’s a surprise.’ He opened the passenger door, kissing you lightly on the nose before walking over to the driver’s side. You climbed into the van as Eddie did. He started up the van and started driving, reaching over and placing his ring-clad hand on your leg. ‘Do I not get at least a hint?’ You asked fiddling with his rings. ‘Nope. Just wait.’ He said, squeezing your leg.

Eddie drove for about 15 minutes before parking his car on the edge of the forest. He climbed out of the car, running around to your side and opening the door. You climbed out of the car and looked around. ‘You’re not planning on murdering me, right?’ You joked as you climbed out of the car. ‘Yeah, that was my master plan. I mean you know I worship Satan and he demands a sacrifice.’ He said dramatically. You rolled your eyes, laughing at his stupidity. He walked round to the back of his van, opening it up and pulling out a cooler and blanket. ‘A picnic?’ You asked. ‘Not just a picnic. I want to show you a place.’ He said holding his hand out. You placed your hand in his as he led you through the forest to the edge of Lover’s Lake. He placed the blanket down and indicated for you to come to sit down next to him. You sat down next to him and rested your head on his shoulder. ‘So what’s so special about this place?’ ‘After my dad left, Wayne used to take me fishing here. We would just sit here for hours and he’d put up with everything even though I was so angry all the time. Then we’d take the fish home and we’d grill it up. It was nice.’ He spoke looking over at the lake. You wrapped your arms around him. ‘That’s sweet. It’s good you have your uncle.’ ‘Yeah, Wayne’s been amazing. He didn’t have to take me in but he did. I just hope there’s some way I can repay him.’ ‘You will. But for now, I’m starving.’ You reached for the cooler before stopping. ‘You didn’t make the food right?’ ‘No, I picked it up from a restaurant, not that I didn’t want to go to the restaurant with you because I didn’t want to be seen in public with you, I do. I just wanted this to be special.’ Eddie rambled. ‘Eddie, it’s okay. I only asked because I didn’t want a repeat of the great pancake disaster.’ You joked. ‘That was an accident. And you distracted me with that cute ass of yours.’ He grabbed a carrier bag with two sandwiches alongside some cans of soda. ‘You nearly burnt down my trailer because you were staring at my ass?’ You raised an eyebrow you said grabbing the sandwich for you and unwrapping it. ‘No, I nearly burnt down your trailer because I was fantasising about what I would do to you.’ He winked at you making you laugh and shake your head. ‘Pervert.’ You took a bite out of the sandwich laughing, before frowning. ‘You know this is my first date, right?’ ‘No, I didn’t. It’s actually my first date too. But why do you look so sad about that?’ He asked as he ate his own sandwich. ‘It’s just that I always imagined that I’d get ready for my first date with my sister and instead I had to call Nancy Wheeler.’ You shrugged. ‘You never mention having a sister. You’ve never told me anything about your family.’ ‘Twin sister actually. I mean were complete opposites like she’s literally a cheerleader but she’s still my best friend.’ ‘A cheerleader? Sounds like your complete opposites.’ ‘Yeah, could you imagine me in a cheer uniform?’ You laughed. ‘Well, now I am. I think that might be a turn-on.’ You smacked his chest, rolling your eyes at him. ‘Is she your only sibling?’ ‘No, I have two older brothers. My oldest brother is 10 years older than me, last I heard he was just about to start Law School in New York. I think he always considered New York his home. I was 5 when we moved away so I don’t really remember it but he was 15 so it was harder on him. I think that’s why he moved back for college. He was engaged last I heard but that was nearly 2 years ago so I assume he’s married now. My other brother is 7 years older than me and he was in college in San Francisco but he would’ve graduated by now. He was studying some type of engineering, mechanical, I think? I think he moved there because he felt like he would fit in there better there because of the large gay scene there. He moved in with his boyfriend a few months before I was sent away. I really like his boyfriend, I hope they’re still together.’ You glance over at Eddie, trying to gauge his reaction. It was a big risk telling Eddie about your family considering that none of this had actually happened yet but you wanted him to know at least some of the truth. It was also a big risk admitting that your brother was gay, considering it was the 80s. Hell, people struggled to accept it in your time. ‘Sounds like a good family. And don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me that your brother’s gay. Be a bit hypocritical considering I’m bisexual and I’ve been terrified to tell you as I didn’t know how you’d react.’ ‘Thought I’d caught you staring at Gareth’s ass before.’ You joked. ‘Oh god, no. I would’ve never date Gareth.’ He said, looking disgusted. You laughed and cuddled up into him. ‘So have you always lived in Indiana?’ You asked as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you over so you were sitting between his legs. ‘Indiana, yes. Hawkins, no. Moved around a lot as a kid then after my mum left Wayne got my dad a job at the plant which he shouldn’t have done because my dad’s a worthless piece of shit who ran off leaving his kid with his brother after he met a new woman.’ He sighed. You felt terrible for him, having both parents run off on him. ‘Well, you’ve got an amazing uncle who loves you so fuck both of them if they can’t see how amazing you are.’ You turned to face him, caressing his cheek with your hand. ‘Yeah. So any way you lived in Vegas right? What’s that like, full of strippers and gambling?’ He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You could tell he was changing the topic but you weren’t going to push him on it. ‘God no. The strip is only a tiny part of the city, it’s mostly suburbs. I think I went to the strip like twice but that’s mostly because it’s kinda dull unless you’re over 21. And there are lots of Mormons cause Utah’s right next door.’ ‘Mormons, huh? You’re not a Mormon right?’ ‘Oh, yeah definitely. I actually plan on making you my third husband.’ You joked nudging him in the side. ‘Okay, well I guess you don’t want the cupcakes I bought.’ He joked, nudging you back. ‘No, I’m sorry. Please let me have a cupcake.’ You pouted. ‘Fine. I have two and I guess I can’t eat both.’ He jokingly rolled his eyes and grabbed them out of the cooler, handing one to you. You took a bite out of the cupcake and groaned. ‘What the hell? These are so good. Where did you get these?’ ‘Would you believe that I baked them?’ He smiled at you. ‘Not for a second.’ You snuggled in closer to him as you finished the cake, smiling up at him. ‘Wow, I’m offended. I mean the trailer is a complete mess but I can actually cook.’ ‘And your trailer is still standing? Or is it just an empty burnt down shell.’ Eddie pouted down at you. ‘I’m just kidding.’ You said leaning up to kiss him. Eddie kissed you back, placing his hand on your cheek as he did. He pulled his lips away from yours and moved you so you were lying on the blanket. He climbed over the top of you and leaned down, pressing kisses to your jaw. His hand drifted down and under your skirt, grabbing your ass through your underwear. ‘Eddie, as much as I want to, we’re outside and it’s November.’ You wrapped your arms around his neck. ‘So what I’m hearing is that once Spring hits we’ll be having outdoor sex every day.’ He lifted his head up so he was smiling down at you. ‘Oh my god, you’re the worst.’ You laughed at him. ‘Not my fault I have a super hot girlfriend.’ He said placing a kiss on your lips as you broke out in a grin. ‘What are you smiling like a crazy person for?’ ‘You just called me your girlfriend. You’ve never said that before.’ ‘Well, you are. At least if you want to be.’ He looked genuinely nervous at that moment. ‘Of course, I do. It’s what I’ve wanted for ages.’ You pulled him down and kissed him heavily. You moved your hands down to unbutton his shirt as you kept kissing him. ‘What happened to not wanting to cause it’s November?’ He pulled his lips away from yours. ‘I changed my mind and now I want my super hot boyfriend to fuck me.’ You said as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. He smiled down at you and shrugged off his jacket and shirt. He pulled you up off the ground slightly so he could reach the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling it down. You moved and started to press small kisses to his neck as he pushed your dress down your arms, pulling it off so you were left in your top and underwear. Eddie grabbed your chin in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed back as you moved your hands, running them over his back, feeling his smooth skin. As you kissed, he ran his hand down your body, pushing your underwear down slightly and running his hand along your slit. ‘Fuck your so wet for me, baby.’ Eddie groaned out as he rubbed your clit causing you to let out small moans. ‘I want to see your perfect tits.’ You obliged, pulling your shirt up and over your head, before reaching your hands behind your back and undoing your bra, throwing it off. He moved his head down, wrapping his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around. You let out a moan, moving your hand down and wrapping it in his hair. You moved your other hand down, sliding it into his underwear and rubbing his semi-hard cock. He let out a moan around your nipple as he slid his hand down and inserted two fingers into you. You rubbed the head of his cock lightly, before pumping him. ‘Babe, I need you to fuck me.’ You moaned out, unwrapping your hand from his hair and pulling the other one out of his underwear, moving to unbutton his jeans and pulling them down alongside his underwear. He removed his own hand from your underwear and pulled them down as you kicked them off. He pumped himself a few times before lining himself up with you. He rubbed himself on you before slowly pushing in until he was completely inside you. He kept still for a few moments savouring the feeling of being inside you before starting to slowly thrust in and out of you. You both moaned as he kissed you sweetly. He kept thrusting at a slow and deep, making you moan with every thrust. He grabbed your leg, lifting it up over his shoulder so he could thrust it in at an even deeper angle. You moved your hands up, running them over his chest. ‘Fuck, I’ve missed this so much.’ Eddie moaned out, speeding up his thrusts. He kissed you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he moved his hand down to rub your clit. He continued to thrust in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You kept moaning his name as you clenched around him. He pressed his lips to your neck, sucking hard until he left a mark. You threw your head back against the ground, your back arching and your legs shaking as your orgasm came over you. Eddie thrust into you a few more times before pulling out, pumping himself a few times before coming all over your stomach. After he came he collapsed on top of you, wrapping his arms around you. ‘I love you.’ He finally spoke, placing a kiss on your head. ‘I love you too.’ You whispered back as the two of you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms. ‘We need to get cleaned up.’ ‘There’s some napkins in the cooler.’ Eddie said before reaching over to grab them, wiping down your stomach. After he finished cleaning you up, you both started to put on your clothes again. Once you went to put on your shirt, Eddie stopped you, grabbing your arm. ‘Wait a second.’ ‘Eddie, I can’t not wear clothes, I’ll freeze.’ ‘Not what I meant. I just need to-‘ He went into the cooler again, grabbing a top out and handing it to you. ‘Here. This should be in your size.’ You unfolded the shirt and looked up at him. ‘A Hellfire shirt?’ You looked up at him confused as to why he was giving you this. ‘You’re our newest member. If you want to be. We’re halfway through the campaign but I’ve figured out how to add you in.’ ‘You want me to join Hellfire? And hang out with your friends?’ You asked as you pulled the shirt over your head. ‘Yep, I want to introduce you to my friends as my girlfriend.’ He kissed you lightly. ‘Then I’d be honoured to join Hellfire.’ You smiled as you finished getting dressed. Once all your clothes were back on your cuddled up to Eddie, resting your head on his chest. ‘I’ve been meaning to ask you. It’s about something you said on Halloween.’ Eddie spoke cautiously. ‘Oh god, I don’t want to talk about that night.’ You groaned. ‘It’s just a small thing, you said something about being stuck in this decade. What did that mean?’ You tried not to freak out at that moment. You can’t believe you had slipped up so badly. ‘I was drunk. I don’t know what I was saying.’ You lied. ‘Yeah but that’s a weird thing to say.’ ‘It definitely is but if I understood what that meant I would tell you.’ You cuddled up even closer to him, a dull ache in your chest. You felt terrible for lying but you couldn’t tell Eddie the truth. It was too dangerous.

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Identity Within︱Chapter 6 - Something New (UPDATE PREVIEW)

Identity Within

New York always had a certain…well, vibe to it during the autumn season.

Every year come November, the trees that lined the streets of the city were consumed in whole by vivid reds and burnt oranges, replacing the once lush canopy of green seemingly overnight. With it, the crisp air that came with each breeze was a pleasant but firm reminder that the unforgiving cold of winter was right around the corner — a subtle sign from mother nature to enjoy the metamorphosis of seasons before the cityscape would transform once again.

Peter paced back and forth, repeatedly crossing the length of the rooftop to Grimaldi’s Pizza Parlor — not because the brisk autumn wind had made him chilly. No, his spider-suit — brand new, at that — did a fine job of keeping his body temperature perfectly regulated.

It wasn’t the chill that kept him moving, rather a poor attempt at shaking off his nerves. In fact, it was a feat he hadn’t left groove marks across the rooftop yet. At this point, he could’ve very well walked a few miles just going back and forth, all while soaking up the smells of the pizza dough that came wafting up from the vents of the restaurant down below.

“Alright, you got this — you totally got this.” Peter clapped his hands together, only to shake them right after — desperate to release the bundle of energy that practically ate him alive. “This is no big deal. Nothing to sweat. C’mon Parker, you rode Captain America’s motorcycle today — you’re Spider-Man, you got this!”

His nerves only seemed to get worse every time he looked across the street; this time turning his gaze right as the lights inside Peter Pan’s Donut Shop shut off, one by one.

Despite the strong draft of wind that passed through the surrounding foliage, Peter couldn’t help but notice that he suddenly felt flushed.

Warm?

Definitely warm.

Maybe his new suit still had some kinks they needed to work out. After all, he’d only had it for a few weeks now. It wasn’t uncommon for the motherboard systems to need the occasional update. Maybe that was the issue.

Or maybe, just maybe, he was more nervous than he wanted to admit.

“Alright — just….don’t over think this. Don’t get stuck in your head.” Peter let out a breath so heavy, most of it couldn't filter out of his mask. The smell struck him at full force, causing the eye lenses of his mask to twitch and spasm in response. “Oh, that’s gross. That’s-that’s bad.”

He really needed to start carrying breath mints on him.

Peter shook away the thought — literally, shaking his arms for the umpteenth time, the little wiggle-wobble he did in place doing absolutely nothing for his nerves.

Across the street and through the windows of the donut shop, Peter could make a middle-aged man working inside, flipping over chairs and stacking them on top of the tables. Not far away from him was a much younger girl, busy wiping down the counters, with half of her face hidden behind long strands of brown hair.

Peter chewed on his lower lip, watching MJ from afar — not once looking away after his eyes gravitated towards her.

Man, was she pretty.

Really pretty.

“Hey MJ, what’s up?” Peter practiced out loud, taking a deep breath in — deep enough to pull his shoulders back and lift his chin high. “It’s me, Peter. Peter Parker.”

Nearing the edge of the rooftop, Peter casually plopped down until his legs hung off the edge,

letting them dangle freely as his gaze fixated on the donut shop across the street. His attention was drawn solely to one person inside.

“What’s that? I have a new suit?” Both hands grazed across his chest, gloved fingers running down the length of the black and red fabric. “Yeah, fully upgraded, new look, all new colors — why am I doing that voice?” Peter stopped the moment he realized his voice had deepened by five octaves. He shook his head like a wet dog. “That voice is so stupid, don’t do that voice.”

For a moment, the only response he received in turn was the occasional sound of Brooklyn traffic from down below.

MJ was talking to the much older gentleman now — with a brown paper bag in one hand, and her book-bag over her other shoulder. Her hair covered half of her face, but Peter could still make out the tiny smile beneath the thick, curly locks.

After all, her smile was his favorite thing about her.

“MJ, hey, it’s me.” Peter swallowed, hard, a tight V forming between his brows beneath his mask. “Oh, this? You know, just patrolling, saving the city, nothing major — I’m still doing the voice!” A hand smacked across his face — covering the two large white eyes of his mask. “Why am I doing that stupid voice!?”

His frustration was shouted in the form of a whisper, barely heard over the breeze that passed by. And yet Peter was still flushed — there was no shaking off the nerves. The past half and hour made that abundantly clear.

“I believe that is because you are nervous, Peter.”

And for what time didn’t make obvious, there was always his AI.

“I’m not nervous!” Peter’s voice squeaked in his retort. He waved both hands out in front of him, dismissively, as if Karen could even seen his movements to begin with. “I’m not — I’m not nervous, I just…” Another deep sigh reminded Peter that he really needed to start carrying around breath mints. “I just don’t know what to say.”

The middle-aged man approached the front door, flipping the sign that once said ‘Open’ and turning it around until it said ‘Closed.’ Peter watched, a tight frown forming on his lips, as the two remaining employees inside got ready to depart.

The setting sun was making it difficult to see inside through the windows. Peter knew he wouldn’t be able to procrastinate much longer.

“That could be because you’re anxiety has made it hard for you to focus,” Karen said. “That is likely in part due to the fact that you are nervous.”

As much as Peter wanted to roll his eyes at Karen’s answer, he also didn’t have much ground to argue with her. She was, after all, usually right about things.

It was strange. There was a lot Peter had confidence for — a lot of things he gained confidence for. It wasn’t that being nervous was a foreign thing for him. Hell, these days it felt like a perpetual state of his existence.

MJ made him feel…different.

A different nervous.

Almost a…good nervous.

“I really don’t wanna mess this up, Karen,” Peter spoke quietly under his breath, both hands falling into his lap as his dangling legs came to a slow stop.

There was a noticeable pause from Karen before she asked, “With MJ?”

The sunset of the evening caught the golden hues from the trees, shinning bright against orange and burgundy leaves. Peter had to squint past the light to see the front door of the donut shop open up, watching silently as the older man let MJ exit before he locked the door behind her.

“Yeah,” Peter, once again, spoke the words in a hushed whisper. The sigh that left his chest was heavier than his own voice.

There had been so much that happened this past year — things that, while not directly his fault, had caused a cascade of problems in their wake. Mysterio getting away in Times Square, everything with Dmitri the wannabe Bond villain, all of the symbiote…

Peter could feel his heart skip a beat at the memories — his very alive, and very much beating heart that was once not beating after he died.

That was never not gunna be weird.

“I believe, Peter,” Karen spoke up, breaking him away from his thoughts,“if you were to mess anything up…it would be deliberately. And I don’t see any reason you’d sabotage yourself when it comes to MJ.”

Peter made a face beneath his mask — contemplation taking over every muscle in his expression, all as he watched MJ give a tiny wave to the man still inside the donut shop. He locked the door from the inside before she began to walk down the streets of the city, and slowly, Peter began to stand up from the edge of the rooftop.

Karen’s voice was the last thing he heard before he shot out a web and took off.

“Just be yourself.”

It took six and a half rooftops before Peter finally caught up with MJ — a lingering moment of hesitation nearly made it seven, but with all the courage he could muster up, he finally made the move to approach her.

A single strand of webbing attached on top the nearest fire escape ladder, allowing him to drop down gracefully into the alleyway, landing with a soft thud on the cement sidewalks.

Right as MJ walked by.

“Need someone to walk you home?” Peter asked, his voice muffled by his mask and three times deeper than average.

MJ spun on her heels to face him.

And screamed.

“AH!”

“Ah!” Peter startled back, stumbling backwards until his shoulder collided with the nearest dumpster behind him. The two lenses of his mask went from wide white to pitch black in a millisecond as he grabbed his arm and hissed, “Ahcck!”

“Ahhh!” MJ’s shrill shout easily reached over his, even as she swung her book-bag around her shoulder and began to frantically dig inside. “I have a taser, I know how to use it!”

“Mother of fudge —!” Peter clenched his shoulder firmly with one hand, squeezing away the pain before both his eyes shot open with realization. “Wait, MJ, it’s me —!”

“Don’t make me use it!” MJ stepped forward while also somehow taking a step back. “I’m not afraid to use it!”

“MJ, MJ!” Peter leaped forward, using one hand to wave in front of him while the other ripped off his mask, clenching it tightly in his grip. “It’s me! It’s Peter! Peter Parker!” he hissed low under his breath, making sure to stay tucked away in the alley as he all but squeaked, “Please don’t tase me!”

If MJ had been sporting a mask like Spider-Man’s, complete with twitchy mechanical lenses, they would’ve certainly shattered with how large her eyes grew, bigger than the setting sun above them both.

Finally, she smacked her hand against his chest — completely ignorant to the brown paper bag she still held in clenched fingers — and pushed him further into the alleyway.

“This — this is why you’re terrible at keeping secrets!” MJ broke free of her stunned trance with four hard steps forward, pushing Peter back the entire way; looking around for the both of them to ensure no one was paying any attention. “This is exactly why Susan Yang thinks you’re a male escort!”

Peter’s nervous laugh quickly became one of incredulity.

“Do you really have a taser?” Peter only stopped walking backwards once MJ came to a stop herself, though her hand stayed firm against the spider emblem on his chest. “Wait, Susan Yang thinks I’m a male escort?”

At first, MJ’s only response was a rapid nod of her head, and a sound that was most certainly supposed to be something coherent and understandable.

“Yeah!” she eventually managed, her throat bobbing hard with the clear struggle of swallowing the abundance of saliva that came with a near heart attack.

Peter’s eyes only narrowed in confusion. “Yeah to what?”

The every day ambience from the city life briefly filled the lull that fell over them, freezing time in a ridiculously exaggerated second — the kind that felt like an eternity being stretched out for dramatic effect. The honking traffic outside the alley seemed to join in on the playful suspense — Peter swore even the cars were holding their breath for who would say what next.

MJ flittered her eyes up and down — looking up at Peter, sans his mask, before her eyes flickered back down — where her fingertips pressed firmly against the black spider insignia center on his chest.

Not a second later, and Peter looked down at that same hand. As if just now realizing MJ was touching him, and had been all along.

“This…must…be…your new suit,” MJ slowly said, tapping his chest twice before finally removing her hand entirely — making sure to keep her grip on the brown lunch bag. “Very nice. The colors are…very new.”