#and I just know she sits like a damn shrimp

[toastwithahat]

Nehehshhehepomni

I love her design sm

[callsigndragon]

Sunshine | Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

(I love this gif so much I'm not even joking)

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Wife!reader

Word count: 1010

Warnings: nothing! Pure, lovely fluff.

This was requested by @bookaholics-stuff. Thank you, honey! This was such a cute request and I just had to write it NOW. Hope you like it!

FOREVER TGM TAGLIST: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74

(if you want to be tagged, ask me!)

Mrs. Seresin was the only thing Jake didn't brag about. Don't get me wrong, it's not because he is not proud of you. Quite the opposite. 

He's so damn happy to have you in his life that he wants to treasure you. Keep you to himself. 

And there hasn't been a lot of time to talk about each other's lives during this mission. Phoenix wants to fix this matter, actually, suggesting all the members that a day at the beach could be a good opportunity to get to know each other. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jake had agreed to meet with the rest this Saturday, have something to drink at the Hard Deck, play some Dogfight football… Just a bunch of friends spending a normal day at the beach without having to worry about the safety of the planet. But that plan is thrown out the window when you, Y/n Seresin, the love of Jake’s life, ring the bell of Jake and Javy’s shared house. 

“Sunshine? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Jake says, while hugging you tightly. It has only been a few weeks since the last time he saw you, but it feels like a lifetime away from you. 

“Heard that my handsome hubby had chalked up another kill, saved the day and also the famous Maverick. I had to come here and celebrate!” you explain, covering his face with kisses, Jake scrunching his nose due to the pure happiness of the moment. 

“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush, Mrs. Seresin” 

“Where’s Javy?” you ask, entering the house and leaving your small suitcase in the bedroom. 

“I don’t know, he said he was gonna meet Mickey and Reuben to buy something. Don’t ask me why because I can’t remember” he confesses, laughing. 

“Oh my, Jake Seresin, aren't you a bit young to be forgetting things?” you joke as you lay down on the bed, tired from the flight from Austin. You had been staying with your sister-in-law and her two kids for a few days, not wanting to be alone when you found out how dangerous this mission was going to be.

“It’s your fault. Do I have to remind you how I forgot my own name when I first saw you?” he recalls, sitting in the bed next to you, his hand quickly moving to your hair, and moving some strands out of your face. “You still have that effect on me, Sunshine” 

You smile, satisfaction running through your body as you realize that no matter how much time passes, Jake will always be completely and utterly in love with you. “I saw the beach while in the taxi. This place is amazing, Jake. And you are definitely sunbathing without me, huh? Look at that golden skin” you poke his cheek, making him giggle like a teenager.

Everyone saw Hangman, the aviator. 

But only you were able to see Jake, the loving husband. 

“Want me to take you to the beach, sunshine? We can take a bath and go for a walk.” he offers, kissing your forehead. 

“I’d love to”

-

“Is that woman talking to Hangman?” Phoenix questions out loud while leaving the cooler that Mickey, Reuben and Javy had bought earlier to fill with drinks, in the sand. 

“Maybe he is talking to the poor woman,” Fanboy suggests, moving his sunglasses down his nose to try and understand the whole situation. “Should we go rescue her?” 

“She doesn’t seem uncomfortable, though” Payback adds, the whole squad standing there like a bunch of sentinels, ready to jump into action if the lady needed to be liberated from the blonde cowboy. 

Seconds later, Hangman is throwing the poor girl over his shoulder and walking straight to the water. “Oh god, he’s gonna get smacked,” Bob laughs, opening his blue folding chair and sitting down to enjoy the show. 

“JAKE SERESIN PUT ME DOWN” you yell, trying to leave your husband’s arms, only to be thrown in the water. You stand up, your sundress now completely stuck to your body. Thank god you are wearing your swimsuit underneath. “If I didn’t vow to love you for the rest of my life I would kill you” 

“Did she say ‘vow’ as in ‘wedding vow’?" Rooster asks, looking at the rest of his team. “Man, I don’t understand anything” 

Javy, who had been trying to get the beach umbrella from the trunk after it got stuck, walks happily to the rest, wondering why the heck are they standing there like… well, idiots. “Guys what are you- Y/N SERESIN?” 

“JAVY!” the woman, who now everyone knows it’s a Seresin, runs to Javy, almost tackling him to the ground. "I'm so glad you're okay" 

"What are you guys doing here?" Questions Hangman to the group, joining his wife and his best friend. 

"Dude, beach day. We told you" Fanboy looks at Hangman, wondering if the pilot really had forgotten about it or was just messing with them. 

"Excuse my husband, he's having trouble remembering things lately" you tease him, earning a glare from Jake. 

"Husband" mutters Bob.

"Husband?" asks Phoenix. 

"Husband!" confirms Javy. 

"I'm Y/N. We've been married for three years now. And no, I wasn't forced to marry him, Rooster. I know you were about to say that" you say to Bradley, leaving him shocked. 

"I was gonna ask that, yes. How did you know? And how did you know I was Rooster" 

"Oh, cause I'm good, Rooster. I'm really good" you retort, making Jake laugh. 

"Oh no, there's two of them. We're doomed" Bob says, sitting down again. 

"I'm guessing Javy was the best-man?" Javy nods at Phoenix, answering her question. "Well, Mrs. Seresin, would you like to play some Dogfight football with us?" 

"I don't even know what's that but teach me, and I will play" you say, taking off the sundress and stealing Jake's sunglasses from him. 

He looks at you, wondering what had he done in a past life to be this lucky. Good job, good friends, and the perfect wife. His own personal sunshine. 

[anisespice]

tall fem reader?

tall fem reader!!! thanks for the request, anon :)))

hq ver.

pairing: college!tr x tall!fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI, suggestive language, reader mentioned in chifuyu’s but not present, mild mild mild cat-call in hanma’s - just crack overall, honestly lol feel free to let me know if i missed anything!

notes: planned to make this a whole x whoever you want type beat, BUT figured just doing a headcanon broken into different heights would be more efficient lol plus MORE CONTENT - gonna make a pt. 2 with some hq men, but for now — t.rev! :))) hope you enjoy <3 !!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @illegalspacecow

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When it came down to a relationship, MIKEY wasn’t shallow enough to let physical appearances stop him from pursuing someone he wanted—He liked what he liked, fuck what anybody else had to say about it. The blonde never had issue with your drastic height difference, seeing it as more of a perk than anything else. His best friend was tall, so why not his girlfriend? It just meant whenever he walked down the street, he’d look like a total badass with his two attractive beanpoles at his side.

However, a lot of the buzz on campus mostly centered around Mikey’s height rather than yours. It never bothered him, but it certainly got you tight anytime someone tried to uplift you whilst putting him down in the process.

“A shrimp like him wouldn’t know how to handle all that leg of yours, mama. Lemme take you out tonight, show you a good time with someone who’s more on your level, whaddya say?”

Barf.

Mikey would merely give them a dead-stare; unbothered king. You, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to knock them down a size or two.

“First of all, your busted-looking ass could never be on the same level as me. Second of all, where my man lacks in height, he makes up for elsewhere, so he handles me very well, thank you. You’re probably the type to just shove it in without any sort of technique, thinking that’s enough to get a girl to finish. My man won’t bust once until I’ve came up to four times, the fuck can you offer me besides being six-foot? Hm? That’s right, not a damn thing. Remember that next time you talk shit, dirt-neck.”

Read him straight to filth. And God forbid Mikey had his gang with him anytime some scrub tried to spit game, best believe they’d dog the guy until he scurried away in humiliation. It always filled him with great adoration for you wherever you checked someone in his defense, your entire relationship giving off the same energy as that one meme with Kevin Hart’s character being protectively held by the lady. It’d been put in the groupchat a number of times just to tease the delinquent, but he’s unashamed at the fact you could easily pick his ass up. If anything, he was all for it, even requested piggy-back rides from you more often than his right-hand man—Draken’s back appreciates your sacrifice.

Now let someone try and spit game at him.

“Yeah, normally guys feel emasculated when their girlfriend’s taller than them, y’know? I’m surprised you don’t, though. No offense, [_____] just doesn’t seem like a good fit for you. I mean, must be tough to lay in the same bed, or even put her in your lap without feeling smothered or crushed. Wouldn’t it be much better to have someone a little smaller-”

“She could sit on me until my pelvis collapsed, and I would thank her. And, full offense, if I was single, still wouldn’t pick you even if you put a gun to my head. Keep my girl’s name out your mouth, you don’t deserve to breathe the same air let alone be on first name basis. Now, quit wasting my time—Do you have the notes from yesterday’s lecture or not?”

You don’t play about him. He don’t play about you. Period.

And as far as sharing a bed, cuddling or otherwise, Mikey was a sucker for being held like a damn squishmellow. Didn’t matter if you took up most of the leg space, dude would be wrapped around you like a python, so snug and warm you’d be lucky to even escape his grasp for food or the bathroom. Once he’s sleep, he’s SLEEP, and then you become the squishmellow.

“Mikey, I will be right back, turn me loose-”

“Zzzzzz…” out like a light. Drooling and everything, face smushed up against your boobs, just content. You’d think he’d been working the graveyard shift. And God forbid he ended up laying on top of you, sprawled out starfish style…you for sure weren’t going anywhere then.

Even if you expressed this dilemma after he woke up, the blonde merely yawned. “Just pick me up and carry me with you…”

“You’re smoking crack if you think I’m gonna haul your ass with me into the bathroom. I love you and all that, but we ain’t at the stage where I can comfortably use it with you in room.”

He shrugged. “Mm. Guess you don’t have to go that bad. G’night.”

“Mikey.”

“Shh, I’m sleeping…”

A gremlin. But, your gremlin. ♡

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CHIFUYU still can’t believe he bagged you, frfr.

There’d be moments where you’d catch him staring, as if he figured you’d disappear the second he took his eyes off you.

It’d get a little creepy sometimes, but it was endearing all the same. He wasn’t the shortest guy, though he wasn’t the tallest either, and standing next to you was a constant reminder of that. Not that he held any resentment toward you for it, he absolutely loved your height. However, there was always some form of insecurity that would resurface anytime someone called attention to it.

And today, his best friend and co-worker, Baji, would not only be the culprit, but an unlikely source of reassurance.

While they were stocking up inventory, the ravenette couldn’t help but notice the stool his friend was using to put a box in a particular high place. Wearing a mischievous grin, Baji pointed. “Oi. You should take that home with you. That way your girl won’t have to strain her neck when she kisses you.” He snorted, thinking he was the funniest man alive.

Normally, something that lame wouldn’t phase him, but guess today he was feeling a little more sensitive. With a grunt, the former blonde coolly spoke, “Maybe you should shut the hell up, and stock the damn shelves.”

“Whoa. What’s up your ass?” Baji furrowed his brows, walking over to lightly kick at the stool’s metal leg, making it jerk. Chifuyu sharply gasped, latching onto an empty shelf to steady himself. He exhaled, relieved, then shot a glare. But, Baji wasn’t perturbed.

Chifuyu sighed. “Nothing. I’m fine...”

“Fine my left nut. You don’t get short like that unless there’s something on your mind,” not the best way to phrase that, but at least he was genuine. Chifuyu rolled his eyes, coming down off the stool to brush past the ravenette.

“Not in the mood, alright?”

Baji was left standing there, dumbfounded.

The entire vibe had been thrown on its head, and he didn’t understand why. Awkwardly, he went back to assorting through the contents within the nearest box, bottom lip stuck out in thought as he briefly glanced at Chifuyu’s back mere feet away. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He knew not to pry, but curiosity always won gold in the end. Baji replayed the conversation in his head, using his impeccable deductive reasoning to draw his own conclusions.

And then suddenly, an epiphany.

Without a hint of warning, the ravenette quickly walked over and slapped his friend in the middle of his back. Chifuyu yelped, nearly dropping the box in his hands before whipping around to fix Baji with a wide, incredulous look. “T-The hell?!”

“So. She dumped ya, huh? [Sigh] Look man, don’t beat yourself up, a lot of guys fumble the bag from time to time. If ya need a shoulder to cry on…don’t use mine, but ‘tora might let you-”

“Hah?? What are you—[_____] didn’t dump me, dumbass!”

Baji blinked. “Oh. My bad, jus’ figured that’s why you’re in your feelings.”

“And you thought the best thing to do was to hit me, then tell me to cry on someone else?” Chifuyu squinted when the arsonist gave a shrug. He sighed again, carefully setting the box down. “It’s not about [______]. Well, technically. The other day we had lunch with a few of her friends. They apparently have been dying to meet me for some time. And things were going great until…”

Chifuyu trailed off, leaving Baji in suspense.

He grunted. “‘till what? Jus’ say it, bet it isn’t even that bad-”

“They were shocked to see her with someone who barely came up to her elbows.”

Silence filled the storage room. Chifuyu continued to keep his eyes trained elsewhere while his counterpart merely stared for what felt like hours, but only seconds. And then…

“Pfft.”

Chifuyu looked up and sneered, blushing furiously as he threw a chew toy from one of the boxes at the fiend. “Hey! Don’t laugh! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is??”

Baji, to his dismay, effortless caught the toy, even squeaking it a couple times just to annoy him more. Taking a moment to collect himself, the ravenette still wore his sharp grin as he spoke through airy giggles. “So? Who cares what they have to say?”

“I do! They’re [_____]’s friends, everyone knows their approval is just as crucial to the relationship as the parents…if not more.”

“Mm. Pretty sure you’re overthinking this.”

Chifuyu gave a sarcastic laugh, “Pretty sure I’m not.”

“Alright. Lemme school ya on how women operate when they get in their little cliques.” Baji dusted off his hands, missing the eye roll the former blonde gave once again. With his pointer held high, he declared, “If majority of the friend group is taken, they’re just being protective. No doubt they’ve been there for every heartbreak, every fight, ‘nd jus’ don’t think anyone’s good enough for [_____]. Jus’ gotta keep your head down, and don’t give ‘em any reason to be weary. Simple.”

With a slow, skeptical nod, Chifuyu pursed his lips at his fellow delinquent. It wasn’t unlikely, so at least he’s correct in that regard. However, the line between facts and feelings began to blur the further Baji continued.

“But, if majority of them are single, then you’re screwed either way —Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

“Wow, that’s so helpful. You sure schooled me, Baji-san.”

“‘m serious. You gotta watch out for the single ones in the friend group. They’re all passive aggressive, try to get under your skin, push your buttons. Then, before you know it, they’re in your head, get you so worked up only for them to turn around and play victim, saying you can’t take a joke, and now you’re the fucking bad guy! Classic textbook emotional manipulation—Don’t fall for it. ‘cause they’ve got it down to a science, I’m telling ya.”

Chifuyu’s eyes widen at the sudden intensity that overtook the room, taking a small step back when Baji jabbed his finger at him, as if he were warning him of some conspiracy. “Uh…you good?”

Baji took a moment’s pause. Then, he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, got a little carried away. All’s I’m saying is, don’t sweat. Lotta chick’s pick on the best friend’s new fling, t’s like a war tactic—Poking at our fragile egos ‘nd all that. But, seems like you did fine, otherwise you’d be crying all over ‘tora right now.” Baji shrugged.

Chifuyu blinked, now his turn to be dumbfounded. “Huh.”

He frowned. “‘Huh’? I jus’ gave you some killer, black-pilled insight on cracking their code of conduct, and all I get is a dry-ass ‘huh’? Tsk. I’m charging you next time, goddamn freeloader.”

Chifuyu glared, but softened soon after. After taking his words into consideration, the former blonde couldn’t help but feel lighter. “It’s just... didn’t expect that to actually make me feel better.”

Baji scrunched his nose. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean? Oi, don’t ever doubt my knowledge. It may be selective, but I got it when it counts. Besides, thanks to me you won’t take that stool home after all.”

“I wasn’t planning to take it home in the first place.”

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, elbows.”

“Hey!”

—

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“Hey, baby, those legs go all the way up?”

It was moments like this where you detested not being able to blend in with the average crowd. Attention always seemed to gravitate toward you no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, like being covered in honey while trying to walk in front of a herd of bears. And it didn’t help that you were currently wearing heels tonight, accentuating your legs even more in the little, black cocktail dress you sported. You were headed to a party a mutual friend of yours was throwing, and you wanted to surprise your man by wearing the new Jimmy Choos he bought you, knowing how much he loved how your legs with the extra height on them—Evidently, so did the prowling degenerate on the streets.

You had elected to ignore them. HANMA seemed to have other plans as he came to a complete stop in his tracks, slowly turning around to walk up on the moron who had the nerve to open his mouth. Low, golden eyes gazed down at the waste of space, face calm but a murderous aura oozed off him like pheromone, suffocating the slimy bastard into submission as he attempted to shrink away. But, he wasn’t about to let him get away so easily.

A wide, eerie grin spread across his face. “Could’ve sworn I just heard you cat-call my girl right in front of me. But, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that. Right?”

The guy nervously looked back for reinforcements but his buddies were already long gone. Hanma’s grin immediately dissolved from his face, kissing his teeth before grabbing the guy by the front of his collar and twisting. “Fuckin’ hate repeating myself.”

Hanma wound his arm back, dead set on knocking the guy into an early grave until you intervened at the last second. By grabbing onto the balled up fist, you brought it to your lips to place a tender kiss on the inked skin. You felt his muscles relax, but he still held the offender by his shirt, only slightly playing attention to you cooing in his ear.

“Baby, you promised no fighting tonight, remember?”

“I know, doll, but this fucker,” he shook the guy around in his tight grasp, unhinged grin making its appearance once more at the sound of him blubbering, “deserves to have his shit rocked for even looking at you. I’m just gonna teach ‘em a little lesson about manners, that’s all. I’ll be quick.”

You scoffed, “You and I both know you don’t do quick.”

Hanma snickered. “First time for everything, right?”

“Shuji.”

Tugging on his arm, you were able to redirect all of his focus onto you, sinister eyes melting into sweet caramel as his pupils dilated the second they locked on yours. It always did something to him whenever you came up to eye-level. Sure, you were already pretty tall but the heels nearly had you towering him. It gave him a weird sensation, one that made him want to drop everything and worship you like the deity you were. Especially in situations like this.

Hanma felt like the smaller one for once. It drove him insane.

You fixed him a stern look. “Drop him.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he discarded the guy onto the pavement like an old can, wild eyes eagerly watching you and waiting for your next request. Taking his free hand into yours, interlacing your fingers, you led the rest of the way by pulling him from the nobody now cowering near a bush, no doubt rethinking his life choices while you kept onward to your destination. You didn’t get all spruced up to not be seen tonight, and you’ll be damned if any more time got wasted on some loser he’d put in a coma after one hit. After a short moment of silence, you expected Hanma to be mad at you for not letting him knock someone’s teeth loose. But when you glanced back at him, you should’ve known you’d be greeted with absolute smugness as you shook your head in mirth.

You elected to ignore the obvious tent in his pants…but he’d surely plan for you to do otherwise later on.

[tender-rosiey]

button — gojo satoru x f!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: inspired by that one marius illustration because I love that boy

“y/nnnnn!”

you hear gojo whine but you don’t turn as you answer him, still sitting on the couch, “yes?”

“my buttons are stuck,” he huffs until he finally comes in front of you, “I think the string is wrapped around the button, and I can’t untangle it!”

gojo is still pouting under your judgmental gaze.

you speak up, obvious mockery in your voice, “the strongest sorcerer can’t untangle the string and the button?”

“babe! indulge me!” he quips, “plus I like making you help me.”

you rest the side of your head on your fist, “so you like giving me headaches?”

“well no, actually yes that too— but not now!” he, unusually, stammers, before he places a hand on top of your head gently, “I just like knowing that I can depend on you.”

your gaze softens as you sigh, signaling for him to come closer and he giddily does as told before he starts talking, “and you look pretty cute while helping me which is a very big bonus.”

you roll your eyes, finally untangling the buttons, “done,” you announce but he doesn’t walk away so you look up at him, “satoru?”

a smirk is plastered all over his pretty face and it doesn’t help that he is only wearing his glasses so his eyes lock with yours.

damn him and his pretty face.

“y/n,” he calls teasingly and you turn your face away, but he holds your chin to make you look at him once again, “honey, can you help me unbutton my shirt?”

“no.”

he strokes your cheek, “oh? why?” and you practically feel the smugness radiate from his face as he can obviously see your flustered self.

“come on, sweets,” he leans closer, “you have been so nice lately, why stop here?”

your hand weakly tries to pull his own away from you but he only takes it and press a kiss to it, “or maybe…you are having some naughty thoughts?”

“about you?” you smirk, catching him off-guard, “don’t flatter yourself.”

he heaves a sigh, “honey! you were supposed to say,” he says before closing his legs and making a supposedly cute face, “ ‘o-of course, you idiot! I-I am always thinking about yo-your nice abs and perfect body!’ “

“just what type of cringy romance have you been watching?” you grimace and he falls to the ground offended and rests his head on your lap.

his arms snake around your waist, “looks like I unfortunately will stay here forever.”

“you don’t sound as sad as you claim,” you smirk.

he smirks in return, “but of course, I am a liar who only wants his wife’s attention and love even if she is being mean and teasing me.”

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[second-star-to-motunui]

Hello! I saw ur how animals love or something like that with Twisted Wonderland and I was wondering if u could do same with malleus, azul, floyd and Jade (maybe for their part + including Azul, u could make them in their "animal" form, I said "animal" bc they have half of the top of their body human only bottom is animal what I saw in the image) it's okay if u don't wanna! Sorry bad english

How Do Animals Love? Pt 2

Feat. Octavinelle; Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech and Malleus Draconia

How do they show love with their animal sides?

They/Them pronouns for reader. Reader is referred to as Yuu.

A/N: I intended to add the fish mafia to the first part but couldn’t decipher a damn thing about how morays or octopus show affection to mates or if they even do that so buckle up and get ready for my bullshit marine biology report lol ✨

Octopuses show affection with cuddling! They are very curious creatures and tend to learn about new things with lots of touching!

Azul more than likely won’t allow Yuu to see his animal form unless they are very close and they swear not to tell anyone how chubby he is in said form. Until then, he’s always got his hands on them, cradling their face and rubbing their cheeks or just wrapping an arm around them. Yuu is basically his personal body pillow.

His tentacles have a mind of their own. Azul can’t stop himself from wrapping them around Yuu just to hold them close. Yuu leaves cuddle sessions looking like they’re covered in hickies from head to toe. Those suction cups are no joke. Jade and Floyd tease them and Azul relentlessly for this.

“Hm? Oh hello, angelfish! No, don’t go, I was just doing some work. Sit here and let me hold you. We can do whatever you like once I’m done… My dear, why are you wearing that? Nobody needs to see the marks from my tentacles on your body! The twins are still bullying me after last time! … *sigh* You are lucky you’re adorable.”

Morays are weird little freaks of nature. Their “affection” is basically not biting the hell out of you so long as you give them food and pets.

In Jade’s case, he prefers pets! He’s a little touched starved so when he’s in need of love, Yuu can expect him to suddenly wrap them in a warm hug from behind or nuzzle into their neck to leave kisses or bites if he’s in a certain mood.

Sometimes Jade will show up to Ramshackle just for some love. There’s nothing he loves more than laying in Yuu’s lap with his arms around them while they stroke his hair. He also really likes massages. Giving them or receiving? Both, he’s happy either way.

“Yuu, my darling, are you busy right now? I had a rather long day at the Monstro Lounge and I could use a recharge… Oh, you give such healing hugs. How would you like to go for a swim with me today?”

Ever heard of the diver who fed a moray for 5-6 years so every time she went diving the moray would show up for pets? That is Yuu and Floyd.

Floyd likes to joke about how delicious Yuu look and playfully trying to bite their cheek. Yuu, taking the shenanigans a bit too literally, now gives Floyd snacks so he’ll stop staring at them with hungry eyes.

He’s not actually gonna eat them of course! But hey, he’s not gonna say no to free snacks. Plus the fact this little human’s first reaction to seeing Floyd is holding up a cookie or something is indescribably cute and hilarious to him.

“Oh woe is me, I feel dizzy! I could certainly go for some delicious shrimp right now… Lil Shrimpy! Don’t give me that look! You know I’m just teasing ya, c’mere. *smooch* I actually am hungry though. Let’s get Jade to cook us something tasty!”

Dragons hoard shiny things and other stuff they consider treasure. That includes Yuu.

Nobody actually knows if Malleus has his own dragon treasure hoard. There’s rumors that his hoard lies somewhere in an abandoned castle in his hometown or in a secret place on Sage’s Island. Surprise! It’s in Ramshackle Dorm. Malleus sees Yuu as his most precious treasure so naturally he ended up leaving shiny objects around the dorm. It started with little things like gold coins or little jewels until it became a full blown hoard.

Yuu just moves all of Malleus’s treasure items into an empty bedroom where nobody grim can mess with it. Now that room is kind of like their nest. Malleus loves to lay in there with Yuu in his arms, hidden away from the world. A room full of beautiful jewels and gold and other treasures but his eyes remain on Yuu.

“Do you like that diamond I found, child of man? You may keep it if you like… Lay here with me for a moment, darling. Does this not feel like a fairytale? A dragon guards a castle and inside lies mountains of treasure and a beautiful prince/princess… Only I won’t let any knights steal you away from me.”

[ctitan98official]

@ilovepadme : Ok! So I have two ideas:

1. Y/n somehow convinces the lords, Miranda, and the daughters to go on a vacation traveling by airplane (*shudders*) to Las Vegas.

2. The ladies of re8 reacting to their s/o giving them a massage;

If you do decide to respond to this then please take you time! I know how hard it is to balance life and requests so I don&rsquo;t want you feeling any pressure. If not, I hope you have a great week and take care of yourself

Haha these are great ideas, thank you my friend! Please don’t feel like you’re pressuring me (I get really excited when I see an ask in my inbox!) I’ll make another post for the second idea, but here’s what I have for the Vegas trip. Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Almost vibrating from excitement, calls everyone in for a family meeting* Alright, everybody! I got us all tickets to go to Sin City!

Mother Miranda: *Stops sipping her tea* Y/N, I don’t like that. The devil lives there.

Y/N: *Mutters under their breath* You’re the devil.

Donna: *Lightly slaps Y/N’s arm, whispers to them* Be nice.

Y/N: *Groans* I’m talking about Las Vegas, y'all! You can gamble and they have all you can eat buffets with huge shrimp and stuff!

Mother Miranda: *Crosses her arms* I reiterate. It sounds like hell.

Sal: Huge… Shrimp?? To play with, or…?

Y/N: No! To eat, Sal!

Sal: *Horrified* Shrimp are my friends! I don’t wanna go!

Alcina: I need a vacation. We’re going.

Everyone: *Doesn’t want to piss her off, resigned to their fate*

Y/N: Yeah! It’s gonna be great!

On the airplane

Miranda and Angie: *Stuffed into Donna’s carry-on because Y/N didn’t buy enough plane tickets*

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Y/N: *Sobbing into Donna’s shoulder because they’re terrified of flying*

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Karl: *Rolling his eyes and patting Sal’s back as he throws up into an air sickness bag*

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The Dimi sisters: *Watching the in-flight movie in first class because they got upgraded, having the time of their lives*

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Alcina: *Sitting and pouting in the fucking cargo hold surrounded by animals and luggage because she’s too damn big*

In Las Vegas

Alcina: *Constantly gets stopped to take pictures with people because they think she’s some sort of street performer, kind of touched* Would you like that signed, draga?

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Angie: *Playing Blackjack, currently has 18*

Donna: Maybe you should stop, Angie? That’s pretty good, you’ll probably win.

Angie: *Ignores her* Hit me!

The dealer: *Deals a 3* 21!

Donna: Good job, Angie!

Angie: Hit me!

The dealer: *Confused, deals a 4* 25…

Donna: Damn it, Angie!

Angie: … Hit me!

Donna: *Smacks Angie into the wall*

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Mother Miranda: *Doesn’t understand how the slot machines work* So I just keep putting my money in?

Y/N: *Purposely feeding her bullshit* Yep! Put all your money in until you don’t have any left, then leave. If you win anything, the bellhops will bring it to your room!

Mother Miranda: This is great! *Puts like $1,000 into the machine, sees everybody else at the slots diligently playing* Losers! You don’t even know what you’re doing, ha! *Goes up to her room*

Y/N: *Rubs their hands together, cackling* Sucker! *Starts playing the machine Miranda dumped her money into, wins $500 instantly*

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The Dimi sisters: *Eating literally all the food in sight at the hotel buffet, destroying everything*

The staff: *Panicking*

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Sal: *Swimming in the fountains outside the Bellagio Hotel* I deserve this…

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Karl: *Bought tickets to go see a Cher concert, bawling his eyes out to “Believe”, screeching the lyrics* Do YOuU BeliEEeEve in LiFe AfTer LoOOoVeeE!

Note: This turned fucking chaotic really fast

Masterlist

[fizzigigsimmer]

My fave ballet tube channel out here feeding me plot bunnies for Harringrove Ballet School Au. Just imagine, Billy arrives on campus. Spitting mad cause his dad made him take the bus. Cheapskate wouldn’t even spring for a plane ticket when it’s Billy’s financial aide filling his pockets. He decided halfway there he’s not going to stay. He’s going to hop on the first bus back to Cali as soon as he can raise the money and that’s what he tells Madame Harrington. She may have bought Neil but she can’t buy him. Nobody can force him to stay here - which is true. He’s hoping she won’t want to deal with a runaway and a bad attitude, that she’ll just revoke the scholarship and end this farce for him. Neil will beat his ass black and blue but what else is new. At lease he’ll still have home and the beach.

Madame Harrington doesn’t look happy but she doesn’t get angry either. She makes Billy promise to sleep on it. Sit in on a class, have a real think about what he’s about to throw away. Billy’s not stupid, he knows she’s hoping he’ll see other kids dancing and make some friends and suddenly want to change his mind. It’s not going down like that. And it doesn’t. The class she takes him to is tier one, the advanced class. It’s mostly juniors and seniors but Billy spots a few younger kids and a couple of absolute shrimps who look like they haven’t left the seventh grade. They’re good though is the thing, doesn’t take more than a few steps to see why they’re in here dancing with the big kids. A redhead catches him watching in the doorway and gives him the stink eye.

And then whatever combination they’re doing ends and everyone is clapping, and the instructor calls out that it’s time for their soloist. “Be the swan, Steven. No spaghetti arms!”

The energy in the room just changes, the chatter lifting in anticipation as the students drift back to the edge of the room as a solitary figure steps forward. He’s got good shape. Strong legs - so long - and lean arms. Those fucking tights love him - holy shit. Billy can be forgiven for missing the first few steps he takes while he blinks away the after image that bulge has burned into his fucking retinas. But when he’s capable of seeing beyond it again, he sees this kid - this Steven - floating across the floor in some of the prettiest lines he’s ever seen. He thinks the number from Swan Lake. Thinks Steve-o is gorgeous when he’s not fucking it up, playing to the crowd and losing focus. It’s only a wobble here or there, just minor imperfections.

It annoys the shit out of Billy.

“Who’s the diva?” he asks Madame H. under the sudden swell of clapping and cheering as the boy’s solo comes to an end.

She smiles, a twinkle entering her eye.

“That would be Steve. My son.”

Her son? Wait! That’s Steve Steve? The kid he used to penpal and trade basketball cards with. That’s Steve Harrington?

“Oh yeah?” Billy sneers, hoping to hide how dry his mouth has gone. Challenges with an arched brow, “Teachers son thinks he’s hot shit huh?”

But Madame H. seems unperturbed. She doesn’t tell him off about his language or take offense for her kid’s sake, just keeps smiling at Billy with that little glint in her eye that’s too fond for comfort.

“He’s been best in his age group since he was eight. Makes it hard to keep him challenged. I was hoping that would change with you here now, but if you’re set on leaving I guess I’ll have to come up with something else.”

It’s so stupid. Some reverse psychology bullshit, but damn it it’s working because Billy isn’t as keen on leaving as he was when they walked in.

“You sure that’s what you want?” He asks, barely waiting for the perplexed look to form on her face as he shrugs off his duffel bag. He strides into the room like he owns it, feels the heads turn towards him as his sneakers thud hollowly on the hard floor. The chatter dies as he calls out, “you call that a dance?”

His eyes lock with the boy in the center of the room.

Billy will show him a dance. He’ll show them all.

[imaalesbiannn]

Birthday head

The is my first time writing on tumblr so don’t judge me if this looks a damn mess.

G!p Emily x fem read

Summary: it’s Emily’s birthday so you reward her with head ;)

You light the candles and fix the roses that’s in the vase as you hear Emily fumbling with the key in the door. She had just gotten off of work. She didn’t have a case for say but she had files that needed to be done.

“Hey sexy I’m home.” Emily says as she finally unlocks the door manages to walk to the kitchen. “Hey honey. I cooked you some of your favorite Alfredo pasta with broccoli and shrimp.” You say standing on your tippy toes and giving her a meaningful kiss as you wrap your arms around her shoulders. “And also happy birthday.” you add with a nervous smile.

“Thanks baby and yum” she reply’s as she pecks your lips again and wraps her arms around your waist. “Okay let’s get eating so you can open your gifts I’ve gotten you,” you say as you pat her shoulder and part from her.

You guys sit down at the table across from each other and start eating your food. “God damn baby this is good.” Emily says as she moans from another bite. “Thanks I really tried my best.” You say shyly as your face turns red. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, give me a kiss now.” Emily leans over the table and gives you a hard kiss causing you to giggle and peck her lips again.

After dinner you guys go to the living room where you pull out her gifts and sit them down on the coffee table. “Let’s see.” You hum. “Which one you wanna open first?” You ask her while you sit down in her lap. She just looks at you. You know that look. “Absolutely not em open your gifts first.” You scold her.

“But baby.. I want to unwrap you.” She looks at you then at your breasts then back at you. “I’m gonna get us some wine baby unwrap your gifts please.” You tell her as you hop up and go to the kitchen. She watched you walk and looks down at your ass. “She’s gonna be the death of me” Emily hums to herself as she reaches for the first gift she sees.

After Emily is done unwrapping her gifts and many many thanks you’s and kisses later you turn to her as you guys sit on the couch. Her arm around your shoulders with wine glasses in each of your hands. You put the wine glass down and say “are you ready for your last gift?” “Sure what is i- oh” you start taking off your shirt then your jeans and straddle her hips as you sit on her lap. “I like where this is going… a lot” she says as she starts to grope your ass. She starts to smack it as your kiss her neck and leave her hickies.

You take her shirt off and start to kiss her lips. She starts to groan and you can feel a bulge in between her legs.

The thing is. You and Emily haven’t had sex in like two weeks because of her job and the cases she had to go on plus files and staying late at the bau. During that time you’ve gotten so horny but not being able to touch yourself without Emily’s permission had you sucking on the dildos you guys had while she wasn’t home. This caused you to start throat training yourself since Emily is quite big and you’ve never been able to deepthroat her fully. But today… today was a different story.

You hop off her lap and start to pull down her pants as she looks down at you breathing in and out fastly. As you pull down her pants you can see her huge buldge. Mind you Emily is at least 8 and a half inches maybe even 9. You pull her boxers down and your mouth waters at her girthy dick standing high. It’s so veiny and has a slight curve.

You wrap your mouth around her tip and give it a light suck before going back down pushing half her cock to the back of your throat. Causing Emily to moan and lean back in the couch. You go down again on her cock with your mouth and start going to town. You start bobbing your head up and down on her cock so fast that it’s hitting the back of your throat causing your throat to make loud wet gagging noises. Emily’s moaning like crazy as she grabs your head and forces your throat farther down on her cock. She grabs your hair and bobs you up and down up and down barley giving you room to breathe. She pushed your head down one more time with a loud cry as you deepthroat her whole cock and stick your tongue out and lick her balls as you deepthroat. You lift your head up to get some air as you kitten lick her tip. You start to give her a hand job seeing that she’s close and flustered. As you’re giving her a hand job you can hear her breathing getting heavy and her legs start to move a little letting you know she’s almost close. The sound of your hands rubbing her cock are making squelching noises and at last she lets out a loud noise giving you the signal that she’s cuming. And as she does you let go of her cock and deepthroat her so she’s cuming in your throat. This sets her off she has your hair in her hands and she forces you all the way down and her toes curl as you hold her thighs down so she can stay still. All you can hear is her moaning and breathing fast as you can feel her cum hitting the back of your throat going into your belly. She finally stops cuming and pushes your head up because of her sensitive tip. “Holy shit baby where did you learn that?” She asks as she’s heaving to catch her breath.

“I had a little bit of practice while you were gone. That’s all”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 63. brb x oc

a/n: oh my god we reached 63 chapters holy sHIT i swear i am just.........speechless...wow thank you guys so much for the constant support! Mean so much to me!!!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none, Rooster being in love with Bea and missing being a dad uwu

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Bradley missed them so much already. It was almost painful how much he missed Beatrice’s smile and Nicole’s little squealed laughs, and the dogs. God he missed the dogs too. He couldn’t say how long he stayed looking at his phone where several pictures of Bea and Nicole were, pictures he took without her knowing.

Like the one where she was sitting on the floor with her hair up in a bun, Nicole sleeping on her chest and the dogs lying around them, Beatrice’s eyes on the tv as she watched a documentary he couldn’t remember what it was about now.

Or the one where she’s outside with Nicole, sitting on one of the lounge chairs they bought looking at a few birds that made  their nest in Beatrice’s birdhouse, the one she made months ago. And he lied on his bunk looking at the pictures for God knows how long, smiling at every single one he saw and hoping his girls were okay.

Which they were,if that wasn’t the case surely he’d know about it already.

But he couldn’t help but remember Cyclone’s words, how he said Nicole was going to question his absence,question why he had to leave,question why he was gone for so long…he hated how that made him feel. Of course his daughter was too young to actually know what was happening but she was also very smart for an infant considering how she was already vocalizing and giving people the stinky eye.

Bradley sighs heavily, dropping his head on the pillow,reaching down in his bag to grab the scent pouch Beatrice made him. It was still fragrant albeit the fabric of the pouch itself was a bit frail in the middle because of his constant touching and rubbing, just like he was doing now. He didn’t want it to rip open so he had to be extra careful with it right now. He looked at the dry flowers inside, moving them about for a few seconds and then groaning with his hands coming up to his eyes.

“Fuck,I miss her so bad.” he mumbled, damn him for having such a soft heart when it came to Beatrice. He knew this wouldn’t change anything in his job besides the constant earning of having Beatrice back considering that the second he stepped out of his bunk and into the jet his focus was on getting the job done so he could go back to Bea and Nikki.

He didn’t want to do it, but he was looking it up online to see how big a four months old baby would be. Nicole was already a big infant so he assumed she’d spurt up quite quickly by the time he returned. When he saw the pictures his heart clenched because it was like he was missing so much already.

“I can’t be thinking like this.” And yet he was “Bea is going to update me with pictures of Nikki, it’s going to be fine. I don’t have to worry so much about it after all, it wasn’t like it’s the end of the world.”

And yet.

Bradley huffed out a sigh, dropping his phone on his chest as he looked at the top bunk above him. This time there was no snoring Fanboy like usual, it was Payback who was there instead and he slept like a rock. Like a big,silent rock, he was the one person no one minded sharing a bunk with since he was so quiet all the time. 

And while Rooster appreciated it, he kind of missed the noise from Fanboy because his thoughts were getting too loud. He knew it was late here but he couldn’t sleep, so he grabbed his phone and quickly typed a message to Bea

Rooster (23:33)

Hey gorgeous, I know it’s only been a week since I was gone but…I really miss you. And I miss Nikki and the dogs. how have you been? I know it’s probably late there so you don’t have to reply yet,I just wanted to hear from you <3

Amazingly, the chat bubble popped up seconds after he sent it.

Bea (23:35)

Roos! It’s okay :) me and Nikki are watching the Golden Girls. We are fine, she’s been fine too, the dogs as well. We are managing everything! We miss you too so much but we both know you’ll come back soon :3 oh let me show you something.

He waits by rereading her words again and his stomach is warm with butterflies, no matter how long their relationship was he still had the same feelings from the first time they got together. That’s the power of being with someone who is your soulmate. He blinks when he sees it’s a video, so he hurries to grab his air pods to not wake Payback up, peeking at the other pilot only to see that he was facing the wall.

He gets comfortable, with the air pods on and press play on the video.

The first thing he sees it’s Nicole’s big green eyes staring back at him, she’s lying on top of Beatrice’s thighs and her hands are trying to take hold of the phone “Nikki,no,hold on!” her laughter sounds magical to his ears and he sees she’s holding the phone a bit higher to show Nicole’s outfit “So,this is one of Marcus’ gifts for Nikki,” the shirt was white with tiny birds drawn on the fabric, all of them in different shades of orange and red “And I thought it’d be nice to- Nikki, no,mommy needs the phone.”

Cue to Nicole reaching for the phone one more time and eventually taking hold of it “Oh,okay, okay,I was just showing daddy your outfit!” Nicole’s eye was huge as she pushed it up against the lens, moving around curiously with the vocalization of ‘ah,ah,ah’, holding it back to then press her mouth against it, “No!Nikki, don’t bite it,” cue to their daughter continuous gummy chewing, “No,no, honey you can’t chew it,Okay, give it to me. Thank you.”

“Anyway,” she lifts the phone again “It’s something I wanted to show you because I thought you’d like it. Because Nicole looks so cute,” she tickles Nicole’s tummy making the little girl gurgle out a laugh “Oh!Another thing,Jake and Bob showed up and Jake said he is the best uncle. I know you’ll probably have something to say about that, but you know, it’s something to think about..oh! And he gave Nikki, uh…” there’s the sound of ruffling in the background while he still has Nicole looking up at him “Found it! Look.”

It’s a chick hair clip. It’s an actual chick hair clip.

“He said he saw it and thought of her. I’ve tried on her head and she didn’t hate it so,” cue to Nicole’s eyes moving to the hair clip, trying to grab the largest part - the chick - of it only for Beatrice to move it away, turning the camera to her face this time, “So,yeah! That’s what’s been happening and- the dogs are fine too by the way! They are fine! We all are.” she smiles down at the phone, “Anyway,I think I recorded too much so I’m going to end this here! Say bye to daddy,Nikki!”

Nicole just ‘ah’s’ trying to grab the phone again, so Beatrice grabs the arm reaching up to give the camera a little wave “Bye,daddy! I love you so much!” and the recording is done.

When the video is over he’s immediately reminded of the time he lurked in Beatrice’s Instagram and saw her video with Bianca - who was probably two or three by that time - and how that just latched into his brain for so long. Maybe it was the one thing that made him fall in love with her back then without him even knowing.

Because Beatrice was normally so guarded and shy while at the bar, seeing her having fun,smiling, holding her little niece like that just showed that under that shield protecting herself was someone who was fun and sweet and who he wanted to talk so badly. He was more than happy to have this update, it meant a lot to him considering his thoughts from earlier…Beatrice was right, there was nothing to worry about especially because she’d always message him about Nikki.

Roos (23:55)

Gorgeous, thanks for the video. I loved it and she looks adorable as always…and tell Jake to fuck off about being the best uncle, I’d never allow that.

Bea (23:55)

Roos.

Roos (23:56)

Okay,maybe I’ll allow a little bit just because the gift he got Nikki is super cute and it’ll only make our girl look even cuter than she already is…but you sound tired,gorgeous. have you been sleeping well?

Bea (23:59)

Ah, you noticed that. I’m fine,I’m sleeping normally it’s just that the bar is so packed that I’m…waking up more tired than normal lol. But I promise you I’m fine.

Roos (00:00)

Hm,if you say so,pretty girl.

Bea (00:00)

I promise…Oh! There’s um, there’s another video I’ll send you…later. Just,well,maybe I’ll send it to you via email. We’ll see.

Roos (00:01)

Oh? Gorgeous, what are you planning?

Bea (00:02)

Nothing! Just…something I can’t tell you much yet. :3 

His heart felt at peace just by this conversation, the blue light of his phone illuminated his face and the curve of his smile as he reread her texts over and over. The pang in his heart was still present but much less, he knew he’d go home soon and safe, he knew that his girls would be okay and he knew they wouldn’t be alone.

Neither Jake nor Bob messaged him these past weeks, the group chat barely active since they were out of the country right now so he just accepted the obvious: they’d be fine. 

He’d be up for more time but his eyes started to droop, the tension from moments before dissipated into nothing as the words on the screen blurred together into unknown blobs of color.  He just woke up more when he felt it vibrate in his hand with another message from Beatrice.

Bea (00:10)

Roos? Are you asleep? If you are, ignore this!!

He chuckled quietly,”You are so cute.” he whispered, “Cutest thing in the whole fuckin’ world,I swear.”

Roos (00:10)

Blacked out for a second gorgeous, nothing more. But I should sleep right now.

Bea (00:11)

Oh no! Am I keeping you awake? :( I’m sorry!

Roos (00:11)

Baby, of course not, you aren’t doing anything wrong. I promise you.

Bea (00:12)

Well,if you are tired Roos, pls sleep. I want you to have a good night of sleep and be alert for whatever is thrown at you!

Roos (00:13)

Ugh, you are so cute.I love you so much…but you are right,I’m going to hit the hay now…talk to you soon okay? I love you, please kiss Nikki for me.

Bea (00:13)

<3 I love you too,Roos. Stay safe and I will!!

Rooster smiled at his phone for a few more seconds before he dropped it back inside his bag, turning it off to save battery for the next few days. Once he did that and the whole area was darkened and silent, he turned on his side to have his left hand close to his face. The lack of light only made it harder for him to see his wedding ring but he didn’t mind, he turned it around his finger with his thumb for a few seconds until his eyes fluttered closed and he finally fell asleep.

-

There was always the weird feeling of waking up and not seeing Rooster and panicking for a brief second only to remember he was deployed. Beatrice sighs while on the bed, dropping her palm over her eyes with a groan as she rubs her face. She keeps her hands on her cheeks after rubbing the sleep off her eyes, only to keep her vision on the ceiling because she’s still one thread away from dreamland.

She was so happy to hear from Rooster, she knew he was busy and never complained how long it took for him to reply to her messages as long as he did so. Beatrice sighs, one of her hands reaching over to her phone to check the time “Yep, still five in the morning,” she mutters, yawning quietly before pushing herself to a sitting position to check the baby monitor app in Nicole’s room.

Her daughter was asleep still, thankfully, with a perfect starfish pose inside her crib with Ellie and Jack keeping her company lying by her crib. Beatrice smiles, closing the app and then checking her phone since she’d be busy with Nikki in a few minutes. There were no messages from Rooster, but she had one from Marcus who asked her how she was and apologized about the time since he had just returned from Greece and was getting used to the California time zone again.

Beatrice just typed a message back to him saying that he shouldn’t worry. Her cousins also got quiet, they didn’t block her but they were eerily silent since her outburst in their mother’s house, “Good, let’s keep it that way.” 

She also checked the weather, thinking it’d be nice to take Nikki out that morning if the time was nice enough. From what she checked it wasn’t going to rain until late in the afternoon so she decided that after breakfast they could go out with the dogs to a park and enjoy themselves.

Beatrice furrows her brows however when she sees a message from Hannah. While the two weren’t on bad terms anymore it was strange to have her messaging suddenly, they weren’t that close after all.

Hey, can we meet up today? To talk?

Weird.

But Beatrice replied with “What time? I have to take care of my daughter so my time is limited.” she added an emoji at the end…then noticed that the message was sent seven hours ago and it was obvious that Hannah was asleep, “Sorry! I just saw the time you sent it! Ooops!” she hoped it wouldn’t bring anything bad out of her because of that mistake.

While on Instagram she saw that there were, again, more anon accounts and she couldn’t really bother trying to block them anymore since they always showed up no matter what.

While looking down at the gray icon she just…felt this anger. Why is this still happening and there was no resolution? No matter what they always come back, it’s been…about three years now? Almost four years since this has been happening, ever since she and Rooster got together.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes at the account, opening the dms to send them a message until the baby monitor app popped up on the screen to let her know that ‘NICOLE is awake!’ with a small video of Nikki wriggling her little arms as she breaks out of her slumber. Beatrice pauses, looking from the video to the account and sighs, “There are better things in my mind.” she says before blocking this account as well.

She just kicks the covers off, deciding to make them after breakfast, and marches to Nicole’s room. Eleanor and Jack are already up and about, with the youngest of the twins marching out of the room so his sister is the one in there with Beatrice until Jolene joins them as well, “Hi,Nikki,” she coos, seeing her daughter’s scrunched up face. She gasps softly seeing that the expression is identical to Rooster when he wakes up: squinty eyes, pursed lips and hair a mess. “Hi,sweetie, good morning.”

Nicole rubs her fists against her face in a feeble attempt to clean her eyes, “Okay,come on, up you go, let’s check you out and then give you breakfast yeah?” Nicole hums, much like Rooster did while waking up too, “God, you are so much like him already.”

After changing and cleaning Nicole and giving her the breakfast - which she was very eager to have - they walked downstairs to where the dogs were,lying next to the bouncer as usual. She greeted them after putting Nicole down and getting ready to prepare her own breakfast which she had no idea what it’d be.

Pancakes wouldn’t hurt but she feared it’d only make her miss Rooster way too much.

Thinking about him made a smile appear on her face though, because their conversation from yesterday was so fun and helped her own fears disappear. She felt a bit bad about lying to him that Nicole was okay with his absence, she wasn’t, not really but it has gotten better these past days and she’s not crying that much.

Staying with her nonni helped a lot too, her parents always made sure to give Nicole enough attention so she wouldn’t be so upset.

That and Rooster’s shirt that she left by the crib, that’s been helping Nikki too. 

“Ah,Nikki,” she begins as she cracks two eggs in a bowl, “You have no idea how much you and your dad are similar, expression like, you know? I mean it’s like looking at a mirror when I look at you.”

And the fact that she had seen Bradley’s baby pictures and the similarity was on the nose.

Nicole babbled a bit, kicking her little legs as she tried to reach the mobile yet again but instead touched Eleanor’s pink snout when she sniffed her hand. Her daughter’s eyes were locked on Eleanor and she gurgled a giggle, this time gently touching the dog’s face, “And you love dogs too, just like him….and well, me too.” Beatrice grins, pouring some milk in her omelet before mixing a bit more, “...I just hope he gets home soon…and safe…he worries so much in his job. And it’s a dangerous one too.”

More babbling from Nicole.

“I mean, he’s also so good at what he does.” Beatrice smiles as the pan sizzles, “And he’s so smart and funny and sweet and–” and the dreamy sigh that escapes her mouth was enough to make her cheeks turn red, “And he still makes me feel like I’m floating everytime we talk.” she bites her lower lip, “It’s a shame we won’t be able to celebrate our anniversary though,I know he was so excited for it.” but she had something planned for the time their anniversary came up at least, so she could be excited for that.

Nicole babbles again, ‘ah’s’ and ‘oh’s’ followed by the constant gurgling only made Beatrice smile, “I agree,Nikki, your daddy needs to have something fun to come back to…and you’ll be a pretty big baby-well more than you already are- when he comes back.” she says, looking back at Nicole only to see her legs kicking and moving more, “Oh, before I forget we need to get you to your check up, we can take uncle Mikey with us! I just need to check with the clinic and make sure it’s scheduled.”

As she said that she heard her phone ping from upstairs and she couldn’t really leave the kitchen to get it - and for someone to send a message so early in the morning? Must’ve been important.- “Ellie, can you get my phone for me?” the white dog tilts her head at Beatrice, “The phone, you know?” she holds out her pinky and thumb to her ear, “This thing? You got my bag before but I need my phone now.”

Eleanor stares at her for a few more seconds before sprinting up the stairs to retrieve the phone. And she does retrieve the phone much to Beatrice’s surprise! It’s slobbery all over and the phone case has some dents because of Eleanor’s teeth but it’s working. “Thank you,Ellie!”

She wipes her phone the best she could and furrows her brows when sees that Marcus was the one who messaged her.

Marcus (06:15)

Darling! Can you come over by the studio today? I’d love to see you so we can discuss the new collection!

Bea (06:15)

Marcus, oh my god did you even sleep? 

Marcus (06:16)

Of course! I am fine, my darling! But can you come over? Around morning?

Bea (06:16)

Well…I don’t know I…I have my baby with me and Rooster is deployed so I don’t know if that would be possible?

Marcus (06:17)

Darling! Bring the little one over!I want to meet her! :) plus she’ll have a little spot prepared just for her in any case. It’s just to sit down with you a bit.

Bea (06:18)

Sit down with me? But the last time we did this you didn’t have to sit me down?

Marcus (06:18)

Exactly,darling! :) can you come?

Bea (06:19)

Hmmm…okay, I think I can show up quickly. I can’t stay too long though.”

But Marcus was just glad to hear a ‘yes’ from Beatrice…even if the brunette was confused as to why he needed to see her so soon. “Well,” she says out loud, “Looks like you are meeting Marcus today,Nikki.”

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7. daydreamin'

Stevie officially has a month left before she turns twenty one. The final step to being fully legal.

She flips the page in her poetry notebook, starting another lovey dovey one.

It isn't love,

But it damn sure isn't too far off.

Maybe, this is the biggest crush I've ever had.

Maybe...

I see that look in your eyes.

The one that everybody was pointing out.

The heaven look.

I'm starting to look at you like that, too.

You're my favorite.

She's been feeling this way for almost two weeks; the same amount of time that it's been, since their last date and what could've been the wildest night of her life.

Rod's been getting more hours at his job, Lee's. He works at a hardware store.

She hasn't been able to see him like usual, which is honestly starting to bother her.

She’d had a conversation with her father yesterday. He apologized like ten thousand times, also tossing in that her mother was also very sorry, but she wasn't budging on her just yet.

If she's sorry, she knows my number.

She told him that she was dating someone and he's very happy for her, surprisingly.

Of course, he won't be meeting him or anything, any time soon, with everything that took place just a couple months ago.

He's got a long way to go. They both do.

"Babe," Rod calls from downstairs.

She hops up from the bed and heads out into the hallway and leans over the railing to find him standing by the door with two bags of food, beside a smiling Tyler.

"Hey boo, your boyfriend bought food and I possibly ate a couple of your shrimp. Sorry." She tosses her keys on the counter and heads up the stairs, still smiling at her.

"You're not sorry." Stevie squints.

She shrugs her shoulders and heads into her room, closing the door behind her.

She heads downstairs and watches him sit the bags on the table in the dining room. He pulls her to him by one of the loops on her jeans, kissing her cheek.

"I know we were supposed to catch a movie later, but I figured we could chill here. I can actually talk to you," he chuckles to himself.

"That's fine, babe. I'd rather stay in, anyway." She says, turning around in his hold and kissing his lips. He pulls her in for another one.

"Good, cause I got your favorite."

He releases her and pulls a container out the bag and opens it, revealing shrimp alfredo with two pieces of garlic bread.

Her stomach rumbles at the sight.

"Ooh, that looks so good! Thank you, baby."

She heads into the kitchen and grabs two forks. He pulls out the other container, grabs the bags and heads into the living room to throw them away, while she also grabs two wine glasses and the red wine that was left over from last time.

He smirks at her, while she sits everything down on the coffee table.

She rolls her eyes and plops down on the sofa, tucking her left foot underneath her right leg.

"You gonna finish your wine, this time?" He teases, while reopens her container and begins twirling her noodles around her fork.

"Says the person that barely touched his." She quips, grabs the remote and begins flipping through the channels.

"You're right. I was too busy touchin' on somethin' else." She side-eyes him and goes back to eating her food.

She reaches for the bottle, but he grabs it a second early.

"I got it. Reach me your glass."

She slides her glass across the table and stuffs another forkful into her mouth.

"What do you want for your birthday?" He slides her now, semi full glass back towards her.

"Thank you," she says, "I haven't really thought about it. I usually buy my own presents or get something from my parents or Tyler."

"You don't want me to buy you anything?" There's a hint of hurt laced in his words, making her feel bad.

"I mean, if you want to— I just don't want you spending your money on me. I'm a pretty expensive person."

"That's not a problem, babygirl." She sighs.

"How's that not a problem?"

"Because, you're my girl. I'm not saying that ima go buy you something extremely expensive, but I want to make sure your birthday is a special one."

"Okay— you're right." He nods, but his gaze doesn't leave her face.

"If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry. I appreciate you." He slides his hand across the couch and underneath hers.

"I mean, you bruised me a lil bit, but it's all good." He winks, causing her cheeks to heat up.

"So... y'all haven't done anything??"

Stevie sits across from Tyler on her bed, jotting down stuff in her mini planner.

"I mean, we got pretty close to actually having sex, a couple weeks ago. I just don't know why I'm hesitating." She clicked her pen, closing the planner and sitting it down beside her.

"Hm... are you nervous?" She asks, getting a shrug.

"I was. I think I'm just anxious, now. But, I don't wanna come off as being too anxious, ya know?" She nods, while a smirk pulls at the corners of her mouth.

"What are you smirking for?"

She hops off her bed and heads over to her closet, beginning to rummage through her clothes.

"When's the next date night?"

"Uh, probably the end of the week. Why?"

She steps away from her closet, holding a crème off the shoulder crop top sweater, a tight black skirt that doesn't even look like it'll cover her vagina and some strappy black heels.

"You want me to wear that??"

She scoffs and tosses the stuff on the bed, pulling Stevie up in the process.

"At least, try the stuff on."

She rolled her eyes and pulled her T-shirt over her head and stepped out of her shorts, turning her back to her, unhooking her bra, before grabbing the shirt.

"Stop acting like I've never seen your itty bitties before, Alaina." She laughs.

Stevie waves her off and stares at the shirt, trying to figure just how the hell she's going to get this on her body.

"Pull it over your head."

She pulls the thin material over her head and tries sticking both arms through the sleeves. She hears Tyler snicker behind her.

"One at a time, child."

She huffs and tries to work with the shirt, while it works against her. She finally gets it on and smooths it out. It's a bit longer than she thought it'd be.

Next, she grabs the skirt and shimmies into it.

I was right— it barely covers anything!

"Okay.... I like the top, but this skirt is a no. A hell no." She says, turning around to see her smiling.

"Girl, you look fucking hot!" She claps. Stevie rolls her eyes and pulls the skirt off and hands it back to her.

"Only you can pull that off. I'll be right back."

She heads into her own closet and pulls out the only pair of jeans that fit kinda tight on her and puts them on.

She walks back into the room and twirls around. "Now this is more like it."

Tyler sits down and blinks at her friend, completely unamused.

"Your outfits are so.... safe."

Stevie's mouth drops open.

"Well excuse me, if I don't wanna be out here with my vagina exposed and my boobs pushed together to create some damn cleavage."

"Are you throwin' shade?"

"Yes. You literally only dress appropriately when you go to class, and even then, do you push it. But that's you! That's not me, and I'm not about to make Rod drool over a girl that you've created. It wouldn't be real."

She sighs and picks at her lavender stiletto nails.

"I was just trying to help..."

"I know. But, that was a little too much."

She throws her hands up and sighs heavily. She rolls her eyes.

"Guess that's what I get for trying to spice up your wardrobe!" She falls back into her pillows.

"Bitch, shut up. I know how to put an appropriate outfit together. I could even put a slutty one together, but this isn't the conversation nor the time for that." She says, grabbing her pen and planner off her bed and heading back into her room.

"You know you want that dick, Stevie! Quit playin'!"

She closes her door and tries her best to ignore her comment.

Pulling the outfit off and sitting it back in her closet, she pulls on a t-shirt.

"She really did the opposite of helping me,” she laughs to herself. "I said I don't wanna come off as anxious and what does she do? Make me look like I'm ready to get fucked at any given moment!"

She huffs and searches for her remote, turning the tv on and flipping through a couple of channels; the usual black and white movies from the 40s, waiting to exhale, which has been on all week, and talk shows.

She sighs and turns it on Rugrats, turning the volume down and laying back on her pillows.

Her mind starts to wander off to that place, where it doesn't need to.

Ugh.

"I've always dreamt of this moment, babygirl..." he mumbles above, her legs resting on either side of his waist, while his noticeable erection is pressed against her. She keeps a grip on his shoulders.

"So have I. I don't wanna wait anymore."

His lips press against hers, making her see sparks again.

His tongue glides across her sweet spot, causing my inner thighs to tremble.

She slides her hand down between them and reaches for the waistband of his sweats. He smirks against her skin.

"You ready, huh?" He smiles and then everything fades into a blur…

"Mm... mmmh." She rolled over and opened her eyes, sighing before pulling the covers up over her face.

Another wet dream.

"If you're done moaning in your sleep," Tyler's voice makes her jump up, "it'd be a great time to get out of bed."

"First of all, you're rude. Second, you should learn how to knock instead of just standing there like a fucking creep and third... why?"

"Because, your birthday is in less than twenty three days and you need an outfit! Get up, cause I'm not taking no for an answer."

She sighs and sits up, running her hands through the mess that is her hair. She looks over at the clock, it reads twenty-five minutes after one.

Pulling the sweaty covers back, she quickly rushes past Tyler and towards the bathroom.

She snickers before heading back into her room, closing the door behind her, while Stevie closes the bathroom door and locks it.

She strips out her clothes and turns the water on making sure it's really hot, before stepping directly underneath it, letting it drench her hair and body.

The "forbidden" thoughts return, this time completely clouding her brain.

She huffs and leans against the wall. 

I keep feeling his rough hands caress my skin. His plump lips all over my neck... those broad shoulders flexing while he's deep insi—

Her hand wanders in between her legs and rubs at the most sensitive part, until her knees start to buckle.

"Mmm..." she whimpers, that tingly feeling spreads throughout her body, making her back arch.

 A squeal flies past her lips, she covers her mouth and keeps going.

Something swells inside of her, causing her hand to involuntarily smash against her clit. Her chest caves as the heat rushes through her body.

"Fuck.... fuck!" She moans, biting her bottom lip roughly, gyrating against her palm until the feeling becomes overwhelming and her mind goes blank for like five seconds.

"Stevie," Tyler knocks on the door, pulling her out of my clouded world. "Hurry up, girl!"

She pulls herself together and grabs her soap and puff, beginning to scrub away her impure thoughts and actions.

She steps out and wraps a towel around her body and another one around her hair. She grabs her toothbrush and toothpaste and does her hygiene routine.

Another round of knocks sound on the door. She unlocked and opened it.

Tyler comes in and reaches inside the bottom cabinet for her flat iron.

"Damn, it took you long enough." She plugs it in and looks at her through the mirror.

She rolls her eyes and continues brushing her teeth.

"You look flushed."

She ignores her and spits the minty contents out and rinses her mouth out.

"So, where are we going?" She asks, changing the subject and grabbing one of her fluffy rags to dry her face off, squatting down and grabbing her blow dryer from underneath the sink.

She's still staring at her, while pulling the iron through her hair. Stevie stares back at her and plugs the blow dryer in and grabs her wide-tooth comb.

"I don't know yet. But what I wanna know is why do you look like you've done something you weren't supposed to?" She actually turns to the side and looks at her, now.

"How? I'm literally just looking at you. What are you talking about?"

"Stevie Alaina, I know when you're lying to me. You're terrible at it."

She focuses her eyes on the mirror and turns the dryer on.

"Stevie," she yells over the heavy noise, "you know I'm gonna pull it out of you!"

She pulls the comb through her hair until it becomes dry and poofy. She places the dryer back underneath the sink and grabs her shea butter oil, running it evenly through her hair to give it some shine and moisture.

She reaches inside the top drawer for her own flat iron and plugs it in. Tyler still hasn't stopped staring at her, causing her to sigh heavily.

"Why won't you just tell me?"

She defines her middle part and sits the comb back down, leaning against the wall.

"Because, I'm embarrassed that I'm not embarrassed."

"Hm. You had a wet dream or something?" I suck my teeth.

"Well, you pointed that out when I got out of bed! That's not it."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What... you in here masturbating or something?"

She laughs, hearing the ugly word leave her mouth.

"I hate that word, but yes."

Her mouth drops open.

"I'm a little shocked! I don't see why you'd be embarrassed, though."

"Well, I thought you heard me or something. I didn't even realize what I was doing."

She says, as they go back to doing their hair.

"What do you mean?"

"I zoned out and started thinking about Rod, and then..." her face starts to heat up, so she trails off.

"Aww shit," she pokes her side, "I bet he be strokin' himself thinkin' bout your fine ass, too."

Stevie laughs, now wondering if he felt the same way.

Now standing inside Bloomingdale's, she skims through a couple of dresses; all overpriced and not cute.

Tyler, however, has managed to find two dresses, and of course they both look like they consist of a single thread.

"Aren't these cute?! Ima go try them on!" She scurries towards a dressing room, while Stevie continues her search for something— anything!

"K, look at me." She steps out of the dressing room in the first black and lace ensemble. It actually looks really good on her.

"You should buy it! It looks really good on you."

She flips her hair over her shoulder and thanks her, before heading back inside.

She gets almost towards the end of the rack and finds a dark red mini dress. It has a plunging v-line that stops just below her breasts.

She grabs it off the rack and heads into a dressing room.

"Did you find something?" Tyler yells from behind the door.

"I'm trying something on, right now. Hold on."

She pulls her clothes off and slips into the velvety fabric, before facing the mirror and instantly falling in love.

"Oh my gosh!" She flips her hair over her shoulder and twirls around.

"Lemme see! Lemme see!" I step out of the dressing room and Tyler's mouth falls open. I giggle and reach out to close it.

"Girl! You look amazing!" She runs her finger along the fabric, smirking to herself.

"If you don't buy this, ima be really upset."

"Well, it's your lucky day! I'm definitely buying it." She squeals and rushes back into her dressing room, with Stevie doing the same.

She pulls the dress off and puts her clothes back on. They head up to the counter to checkout.

"Well well well... if it isn't ghetto barbie."

She looks up and sees the same white girl from the club and the coffeehouse, heading towards them. Tyler changes her stance, glaring at her.

"Ghetto? Becky, you better back the fuck up."

The girl scoffs.

"It's actually Darla, but that was cute."

Stevie rolls her eyes. Of course her name is Darla.

"Anyway," she looks back at Stevie. “Nice dress. Special occasion?"

She tilts her head to the side. “What's your obsession with me, love?"

She smirks.

"Oh, it's not with you. I just don't understand how a guy like that would want a girl like you."

She gives her a blank stare and hands Tyler her dress, which she gladly takes.

"Obviously, you're hard of hearing." She says, stepping closer to her, keeping her hands at her sides.

“So, I'm gonna tell you one more time.... stay away from my man or I'll beat your ass."

Darla smirks.

"Oh bitch, I'm not playing." She pushes the middle of her chest roughly, making her stumble backwards.

"You keep it up, though." She smiles.

Tyler laughs and bumps past her as they walk to the register and purchase our dresses.

"She a bold bitch, ain't she?" Tyler nudges her.

"Yeah, but she ain't stupid."

“Ion know,” Tyler says.

Back at home now, Stevie's been on the phone with her mom for the past hour, and it's been everything but easy.

She went from apologizing, to Stevie telling her how she felt that day and how she feels about her currently, to her yelling at Stevie and trying to reclaim her parental right over her and Stevie shutting her up.

Now, she's just rambling on about how her mother treated her and how she feels terrible about doing the same thing to Stevie. She sits down in her chair and sighs.

"Okay.... I honestly don't care about it, anymore. But that doesn't mean that what you did wasn't wrong. I don't care if you are my mom, you had no right to do that to me. Period."

"I know that. I'm trying to make it up to you—"

"–You're doing a fantastic job."

She sighs.

"Alright, Alaina. You'll be twenty one in a couple weeks. I've got something for you, but I wanna know if you'll allow me to send it to you?"

"Yeah.”

"Alright, I'll call you next week."

"Alright."

"I love you."

She rolls her eyes, before saying “yeah, I know” and hanging up.

"She blows me." She says, standing up and walking towards her closet, beginning to find an outfit for her date, this evening.

They're meeting up at the mall.

She rummages through the hangers, finding a dark red, off the shoulder crop top and her high waisted jeans. Having already showered, she slips her clothes on.

Pulling half of her hair into a ponytail and leaving the rest down, she slides her feet into her black sandals, applying lip gloss and spraying perfume all over.

She walks out of her room and into Tyler's to tell her that she's leaving. Her door is cracked open so she pushes it open.

"Hey Tyler, I'm about to— oh my God!" She jumps back into the hallway and almost falls on her ass.

Tyler screams and jumps up, covering her body with her clothes. Whoever she's in there with starts laughing

Stevie heads towards the stairs with her hand over her chest.

"Stevie! Wait!"

She continues heading downstairs and ignores her, starts looking for her keys to get out of here as fast as she can.

"I'm sorry, girl. I thought I closed the door."  Tyler runs her hands down her face in distress.

She huffs and continues looking for her keys.

"It's cool. I was just letting you know that I'm leaving."

"Where the fuck are my keys??"

Tyler heads into the living room and grabs them off the table, handing them to her.

"Calm down, girl.”

She gives her a small smile and thanks her, before leaving.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She sucks her milkshake obnoxiously through her straw, while glancing up at Rod.

"Mhm." His thumb rubs circles into the exposed skin underneath her crop top, sending a chill through her.

“Yeah,” she shifts in the booth and he sighs, removing his hand from around her.

"Seriously... tell me what's goin' on." He turns to face her, while she sits her cup down and nervously stares at the table.

"I uh.... I've been having these dreams about you." She glances at him and sees the stone expression still plastered on and looks back down.

"What kinda dreams?" He asks.

"What kind do you think?" She spat, growing kinda irritated for even having to explain how she's feeling.

He rubs his hand down his face, before that famous smirk spreads across his plump lips.

She bites her bottom one and looks away, again.

"Why you ain't tell me?"

She rolls her eyes and keeps her gaze focused on the window beside her.

"Aye girl," his thumb and pointer finger grasps her chin and turns it in his direction, "I'm talking to you."

"I didn't tell you, cause I was embarrassed." She whispers the last part.

He shakes his head and moves his face closer to hers. She breathes through her nose, while his dark brown orbs make it hard for her to focus on her surroundings.

"Ain't no reason to be embarrassed, babygirl..." His soft lips peck hers.

"Especially, since I been havin' them about you, too." He admits, kissing her again, this  time, lingering behind.

She places her hand on his chest, reluctantly pulling away.

"You have?”

 He nods, licking his half glossy bottom lip, making her insides flip.

"Hell yeah. I'd be lying to you, if I said I wasn't feenin'."

The thud that's usually felt inside her chest is being felt in so many other places.

Closing the door behind them, he picks her up and sits her on the kitchen counter, her nails raking against the back of his neck as his tongue glides over her sweet spot.

"Mm— wait... wait," he moves away from her neck and stares at her, something in his eyes has shifted.

"Not here."

He picks her back up and heads toward the stairs. Her legs tighten around his waist.

"Which room is yours?" He resumes kissing and sucking on her neck.

"Second door on your left." His teeth tug on her earlobe, causing her to yelp. He chuckles and pushes her door open.

Closing the door behind himself, he tosses her on the bed.

He takes her sandals off and reaches for the button on her jeans, peeling them off, smirking at her eagerness to help as she kicks her feet.

"Mm," he runs his finger over the wet spot on her lace panties, making her jump from such close contact.

He looks up at her. "Can I taste you, babygirl?"

Her mouth drops open as she tries to form words, but hearing those words come from his lips just has her stuck.

All she can do is nod.

He chuckles and plays with the soft flesh of her thigh. She lets out a shallow breath.

"I need words, vie."

"Yes."

He tucks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down, revealing her wet lips. His thumb immediately finds her clit and starts rubbing it in the slowest circles.

Her head lolls back. A jolt rushes through her making her close her legs, only for them to be pried back open.

"Keep your eyes on me, okay?"

She nods, again.

He sinks down on his knees and pulls her towards the edge of the bed, placing both legs on his shoulders. His eyes lock with hers, as his tongue swipes along her slit.

Her mouth falls open and she reaches out to palm his head. His hands reach up underneath her shirt and caress her breasts.

He continues to drag his tongue from top to bottom, then suckling her clit into his mouth. Her eyes threaten to flutter closed.

"Oh my God..." she moans, the feeling that's growing in her stomach feels ten times better with him being the cause.

Her back arches away from the bed once he replaces his tongue with his fingers, bringing her close to her breaking point.

"Does it feel good?" He has the nerve to ask.

“Yes,” she gasps, gripping his arm tighter and grinding against his hand. He adds another finger and begins flicking his tongue against her clit.

"I'm so close, baby!" She whimpers, biting her bottom lip as her body trembles.

“Give it to me, baby.” He mumbles against her.

"Ugh! Right there! Right there!” She begins to push him away, as the pleasure becomes too much.

"It's coming! Ooo fuck! Oh fuck!" The knot in her stomach tightens, until it bursts and she sees stars.

Her thighs tremble against the sides of his face as she comes down from her high. His sweet kisses on her inner thighs help.

He crawls on top of her and kisses all over her breasts, leaving little hickeys behind. She cradles his head and places kisses all over his face.

His lips meet hers, their tongues wrestling as she tastes herself on his. She moans and pulls him closer.

His lips move back to her neck, this time sucking roughly. She moans and grips the back of his shirt into her hands.

"You taste so fuckin' good." 

"Mmm... your mouth feels so good on me."

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Christmas Gift | Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Teacher!Wife!Reader

Summary: Bob gets the most special christmas gift ever.

Word count: 1215

Warnings: fluff. BOB. Bob should be a warning. BUT I'M SAYING BOB IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. baby on board

Tag list: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74 @smells-like-perfect-senses

(if you want to be in the 'All TGM' tag list, send me an ask!)

A/N: Is this an attempt to stop y'all from suing me? yes. Hope you like it!

“How is the wife doing, Bob?” Hangman asks while walking to the parking lot. 

“I don’t know. She woke up sick this morning. Perhaps the sushi we had last night was spoiled,” Bob answers, checking his phone to see if there was any message from you, but you haven’t talked to him all day. 

“Oh, damn. If you need us to raincheck the Secret Santa party, call me.” He says while patting Bob’s back.

“I’ll ask her when I get home and I’ll text you” 

“Sure. Say hi to Bobette for me” 

Bob nods, walking to the car and dialing his wife’s number. 

“Robby?” 

"Hey, Mrs. Floyd. How are you feeling?” He asks, opening the car door and sitting inside. ���If you’re still sick I can take you to the doctor” 

'Honey, I'm fine. I think it was the sushi,” you reply quickly, trying to stop his worry. “I was just about to jump in the shower and get ready for the party” 

“And you were gonna shower without me? Miss, do I need to remind you that we need to save the planet and use water wisely?” He can almost hear your smile from the other end of the line. 

“You have fifteen minutes to come home,” you challenge him, and Bob smirks. 

“Make it ten” 

One shower and a few hours later, Mr. and Mrs. Floyd are walking hand in hand towards Hangman and Coyote’s house. A few weeks ago, both of them brought up the idea of celebrating Christmas with the squad. Of course, that included you as an honorary member of the squad through marriage. There were rumors of an upcoming mission that will happen during the holidays, so Coyote thought that they could celebrate some Secret Santa and exchange gifts two weeks before Christmas instead of doing it on Christmas Eve. 

Today is the day. 

You have been a bit worried about your gift for the past few weeks, not knowing what you should give them. But then, a few days ago, the answer came to you unexpectedly. 

Coyote opens the door, smiling at the sight. “Look at you, my favorite married couple.” He hugs you tight. “If you two ever get a divorce I’ll stop believing in love” 

“Javy, why are you talking about divorces?” Phoenix asks from behind him. She pushes the pilot away and pulls you close to hug you tightly. “Look at you, you’re beautiful! Are you using a new highlighter or something?"

You look at her with a puzzled expression. “Uh… no? Why?” 

“You’re literally glowing.” she adds. 

“I just got out of the shower, Nat. I’m not even wearing much makeup” 

 “Unbelievable” she grabs your hand and leads you inside. 

You hug and say hi to all the aviators, not having seen them in a while. It’s been crazy with the final exams, the Christmas play at school, and tons of different things. You all sit down, Nat offering you some hot chocolate that you gladly accept. 

“So, are we giving the presents now?” Fanboy says, almost jumping in his seat from the excitement. 

“What are you, five?” laughs Rooster while stealing some Christmas cookies from the tray that Jake left on the coffee table. 

“Look, I’ve been waiting two weeks for this. I need my gift now.” Fanboy states, and all of you chuckle a bit at his antics. Fanboy truly loves Christmas. 

“Okay, go get the gifts, we’ll be here” Payback says, leaning back on the sofa. 

“But there’s a lot?” the wizzo retorts. 

“You wanted the gifts, go get them” 

“BUT-” 

“OH LORD I’LL GO WITH YOU” exclaims Phoenix getting up from her seat and going with him to Jake’s room where all the gifts have been carefully placed. 

When they come back, you feel a bit nervous. It’s a very significant gift. Maybe you shouldn’t have bought that. 

You watch as Rooster opens his gift first. Inside the box, there’s the most ugly Hawaiian shirt you’ve ever seen. 

“Wait, are those actual roosters?” you point to the birds in the shirt, and Rooster laughs out loud when he sees that yes, those are actual roosters.

“Oh my god, I know who gave me this” he looks directly at Nat. “Was it you?” 

“Look, I hate your shirts. But I know you love them, so I had to give you a very special one” she says, getting up to hug Bradley. 

Nat is now opening her gift. It’s a helmet for her motorcycle, with the same stickers as her aviator helmet. Bob bought a helmet the other day. Yes! You were right! Bob had Phoenix. 

“Oh. my. God. This is the best gift EVER” she tries it on, and immediately goes to hug Bob. “I don’t even have to ask. You know my helmet better than me” 

“I was worried for a second that it wouldn’t fit you” he smiles and pats the helmet. "It looks good on you." 

“Thank you so much, Bob. It's perfect," she says as she grabs a white box with red dots from the table. “I think this one’s yours, buddy.” 

 Bob grabs the box and sits next to you, opening it slowly. He has the most beautiful smile on his face. But it drops instantly when he sees what’s inside the box. 

“Bob? It’s an iPad, bud. That’s awesome!” Coyote announces, not understanding the wizzo’s reaction. 

“It’s mine. I bought it last year,” he explains, looking at you. “Y/n?” 

“Just open it,” you simply reply. 

When Bob unlocks the iPad, a video begins to play immediately. It’s an ultrasound. 

"Oh, my god,” Nat says, covering her mouth in surprise. 

Bob is still looking at the screen, looking at the 11-week-old baby that will soon keep the both of you awake during the night. “You’re pregnant?” 

You nod, tears filling your eyes. Bob drops the iPad in the box and hugs you so tight that it almost hurts. “Babe, too tight” 

He pulls away, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m sorry, darling. It’s just… Oh my god. You’re gonna be a mom. I’m gonna be a dad! We’re gonna be parents,” he is rambling at this point, and it’s just so cute. 

“And we’re gonna be uncles!” exclaims Hangman. “Oh my god, I have experience. I can change diapers. And babysit. You better name him Jake.” 

“I don’t even know if they’re a girl or a boy,” you laugh. 

Bob kneels down in front of you, carefully moving his hands toward your belly. “We showered together; how come I didn’t notice?” 

“You can suck your belly in, even if you’re pregnant.” 

His hands caress your belly, and he lowers his head to leave a soft kiss. “Hi, Bob” 

“Did you just call them Bob?” 

"Yeah, it's their call sign, Baby On Board," he says, and you can't stop yourself from kissing him. 

“Hey! That’s what I call you! I should be the godfather.” Jake protests, ending in a heated debate between Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and himself, fighting for the godfather position. 

“This is the most wonderful Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten, darling. Thank you so much,” he whispers, kissing you softly, his hands never leaving your belly. 

[judasofsuburbia]

a lil excerpt from a wip i'll be posting here in the next few days!!

March 30th, 1986

When Steve arrives in this dream, he’s almost certain it’s a nightmare. He’s in the Upside Down a couple of feet away from where Eddie Munson took his last breath. Only, he’s not there.

Steve hears soft guitar strums and mumbling. He turns his head to see Eddie sitting on a nearby park bench with his guitar. He looks gruff and dirty like they left him but he’s not bloody anymore. He’s completely mobile too as he bounces his head and moves his deft fingers up and down the neck of his sweetheart.

He keeps strumming the wrong chord and cursing to himself before starting the verse over. Steve is trying to wake himself up before he sees Eddie with his eyes sucked out or his limbs snapped like twigs. Or something worse entirely, because Vecna is really good at making any horrors a reality. 

Eddie looks up and smiles widely. “Harrington! What are you doing here?”

Steve can feel the tears before he registers what’s happening. Just hearing his voice washes him with a wave of guilt. He looks up at the dark blue, foggy sky and prays for the nightmare to hurry up already because he needs to go. Like now. 

“Are you crying? What’s got you so blue?” Eddie asks with a soft tone. He pats the spot next to him on the grubby bench. “Wanna tell Dr. Munson?”

Steve swallows his underlying fear and walks across the veiny ground, no longer worried about waking anyone up. He sits next to Eddie who is looking at him so friendly and so silly and god, it fucking hurts. It’s so fucking mean for Vecna to do this to him. 

“Woman troubles, perhaps?” Eddie asks in a faux professional tone. He holds out his hands like he’s writing down in a notebook. 

“Eddie,” Steve sighs.

“Oof, that sounds worse than woman troubles. What kind of demons does Harrington battle on a day-to-day basis?” Eddie places his guitar on his lap and gives Steve his full attention. 

“Besides the regular ones?” Steve jokes with a humorless tone.

“Besides those, yeah,” Eddie smiles. God, why is he so smiley?

“You’re dead, dude,” Steve states. “It fucking sucks.”

Eddie tilts his head and his smile fades. “I’m dead?”

Okay, so the nightmare is explaining Eddie’s death to him. Well damn, Vecna, that’s pretty fucking creative. Your nightmare writer’s room knows exactly what they’re doing. Steve closes his eyes and swallows the dusty air. It burns his throat but not as much as his next words are going to. 

“Uh, yeah. The demo bats got you. Worse than they got me. A whole swarm of them. You distracted them from going after us. Pulled your little cutesy hero stunt and inadvertently saved us all.”

Eddie huffs a disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, that can't be me. I’m no hero, Harrington.”

“Oh, but you are. Even after you promised me you wouldn’t be. Kept Dustin safe, kept him alive, but shit dude, he still found you. Held you until your last words.”

Eddie shoves his shoulder. “Hey, man, that’s not funny.”

“No, the fuck it’s not,” Steve snaps. Eddie flinches and Steve slumps back into the seat. “Found Dustin that way. He clung to you and he screamed at me to carry you out of here even though you were absolutely 100% gone. I don’t know if that little shrimp will ever forgive me. The only thing that made him move was the fact that Max got hurt.”

“Max got hurt?” Eddie asks quietly.

Steve nods. “She’s in a coma now. Vecna got her with the limbs and almost the eyes. They don’t know when or if she will wake up.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “I’m so sorry.”

Steve flashes him a look. “Are you apologizing for dying right now? Are you really doing that?”

Eddie lets out a frustrated laugh. “What else am I supposed to say?”

Steve exhales and picks at his nails. “I don’t know.”

They sit in wallowing silence for a few moments. The Upside Down is eerily quiet now. Maybe this is how it is when there are no intruders. No one to snap in half. No one to possess. Steve hates that it’s almost peaceful. If only there will sunlight and no particles floating in the air. The veiny surfaces are also a little unnerving. Someone should hire a decorator or something. 

“A decorator,” Eddie giggles. “That’s a good one, Harrington.”

Steve stammers. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Eddie shrugs. “If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry, y’know?”

Steve takes the time to wipe the appropriate tears before gesturing to Eddie’s guitar. “What were you working on before I got here?” 

“I’m not sure, actually,” Eddie admits with a helpless look at his guitar. “Some song that keeps playing really softly in the distance.”

“Play it for me?” Steve requests with a kind smile. 

Eddie picks his guitar back up and plucks out the first few notes. It sounds familiar. Sounds…festive?

“That’s all I can figure out,” Eddie says.

“Do it again?”

“Are you sure this is a real song?” Eddie jokes.

“I think so. Try it again.”

Eddie does. The same rhythm. Steve hums along. He motions with his hands for Eddie to play it again. 

“I’ll have a blue Christmas, without you. I’ll be so blue just thinkin’ about you.” Steve sings quietly. He gasps and points excitedly at the guitar. “It’s Elvis Presley! It’s Blue Christmas!”

Eddie plays it one more time and his face brightens up despite the hellish environment they’re existing in. Steve reckons Eddie’s the brightest thing down here right now. “You’re telling me I’m strumming a Christmas song in March? 

“Maybe Vecna’s a real Elvis girl,” Steve says while Eddie groans. 

“You’re lucky you didn’t get struck down for that.” 

“I mean no offense,” Steve raises his hands and talks up to the sky. “Elvis is a pretty cool guy. Just…you know he has other songs, right?”

“You’re a little early, Vecna, my guy,” Eddie shouts in the same direction. No lightning or a league of shadows and bats swarm them while they’re giggling to themselves. 

“One of the better Christmas songs, I’d argue,” Steve says.

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Why? It’s sad as hell.”

“No, no. It’s romantic. It’s about long-lost love. Wanting to hold the one you love during Christmas.”

“But not getting to. Hence why it’s a blue Christmas.”

Steve considers this but makes a disagreeing noise. “Still romantic. Hopeless but romantic.”

Eddie nudges Steve’s shoulder with his own. “You’re a sweet guy, huh?”

“I don’t know. The jury’s still out I think, considering this is where karma has led me.”

Eddie looks around and shakes his head. Drums his fingers on the body of his guitar.

Steve doesn’t want to ask this. He knows, okay he knows, this is just a dream (or an upcoming nightmare). Something that’s made to feel real but isn’t. Still, he asks, “Are you actually alive?”

Eddie glances up at him. His big, brown eyes are shimmering with naive, joyful hope. “You tell me, big boy.”

[theweirdgoodbyes]

never asked me once about the wrong i did chapter 3

Merriell’s parents help Llewelyn buy a small house nearby and his poor wife spends the next decade pregnant and dragging her husband home from speakeasies and then newly reopened bars. The only Shelton boy who actually attended school, Willard goes off to some fancy college in Georgia thanks to scholarships and money he’s been sneaking from Daddy’s wallet for years. Mama makes him promise to visit but he never does, and settles down in Atlanta, sending the occasional letter home. Not long after, Victor and Francis get jobs working on the shrimp boats and only come home once a month lugging laundry for Mama to do. She never complains, just asks for a kiss on the cheek as payment. Merriell can’t stand the way they stink up the bedroom during the weekends they’re home, reeking of fish and gasoline, and keeps the window open to get the smell out no matter how cold it is outside. Robert joins the Navy, and Arthur gets locked up after he robs that same store Merriell steals candy from of all their money and a pack of smokes. By the time he’s fifteen, his brothers have scattered and Merriell is left alone. The once constant cacophony that came with the family of nine has mellowed into a soft hum, only spiking on the nights Daddy gets too drunk and finds a reason to slap Merriell around. 

Merriell misses his brothers more than he thought he would, so used to all seven of them shoved into one room from the time they were weaned. The first night he spends alone he barely sleeps, tossing and turning and imagining spooky things slipping out from the shadows of the once full room, the quiet reaching out to suffocate him. He finds himself longing for the comfort of Arthur next to him, the sound of Robert’s snoring, the rattling of the window late at night as the older boys snuck in and out. But times goes on, his brothers visit when they can, and Merriell finds himself eventually thankful for the space. He has enough room to stretch without kicking somebody, doesn’t have to step over scattered clothes on the floor on his way to the bathroom. Life without his brothers is lonely, but survivable. What almost kills him is when Mr. Leconte’s wife kicks him out during the summer of 1935.

It’s a hot night in June when Merriell’s world crumbles. He wakes up from an odd dream, something he immediately forgets but has left that uncomfortable feeling in his chest. He rolls to his side, eyes still half shut as he paws his bedside table for his watch. Holding it close to his face in the darkness he can see the small hand settled on the three. He kicks his sweaty blankets off and rolls over, planning on closing his eyes again when he hears a whisper.

“Merriell!” 

He sits up quickly with a gasp. 

“What the fuck,” he whispers to the dark. All those spooky things he had imagined months ago infiltrate his brain, monsters and demons threatening to sneak out and eat him up. Another whisper has him gripping his chest, fearful eyes trying to pinpoint their origin. 

“The window!” 

Merriell whips his head around to look towards the window he had cracked earlier to cool down his scalding room.

“Merriell!” The eyes staring in through the slit are identical to his own and the voice is now familiar. “Open the damn window!”

Merriell slips out of bed and sees Victor, lightly illuminated by the distant moon. Three other figures stand behind him and Merriell quickly recognizes Francis among them. He unlocks the window and pushes it up slowly, trying to avoid its tell-tale creaks. 

“What you doin’ here? You know what fuckin’ time it is?” Merriell hisses, moving out of the way as Victor climbs in. In what little light is offered, he looks like he’s actually showered and smells like cheap cologne and smoke instead of a boat. Francis follows, equally clean, and Merriell can now see that the two strangers about to climb in after them are girls. Those fuckers. 

“Sorry we ain’t bring you back one,” Victor whispers as he helps one girl through the window. She’s a pretty blonde thing with a skirt short enough to send Mama into prayer. Her heel gets caught on the sill and tips forward with a squeak of surprise. Victor and Merriell catch her before she hits the ground, “Girl, if you don’t hush up…”

“Mama’s gon’ kill you if she finds out,” Merrill warns, ignoring Victor’s comment. He helps Francis get the other girl though the window nevertheless, his loyalty to his brothers outweighing his fear of their mother. He really doesn’t want a girl brought back for him, and feels nothing but disgust imagining his hand slipping under some broad’s dress like Francis is doing to his girl the moment her feet hit the ground. “Then she gon’ kill you again because you didn’t tell her you were comin’ home.”

“I’m Gloria!” Victor’s blonde practically screams before Victor can reply, the smell of wine pouring from her lips. Victor quickly slaps a hand over her mouth and sits her on Merriell’s bed. She kicks her shoes off and flops back, making herself comfortable while she whispers hurried apologies. Merriell is about to tell her to beat it when Victor responds, settling on the bed next to her. 

“We just got the night. Figured we’d go down to LaRue’s and have some drinks. We met these lovely ladies and…” Victor gives him a smile thats half coy, half pity, “need a place to roost.”

“Take ‘em to the fuckin’ boat! Y’all got beds there,” Merriell whispers harshly. He watches the blonde begin to unbutton her blouse. He quickly looks away, convincing himself he’s being polite.

Francis pipes up from the other bed, lifting his head from the lips of the busty brunette he’s got sprawled under him, “Piss-stained cots is what we got. C’mon, Mer, be cool. Two hours.”

Like a petulant child, Merriell plants his bare feet on the ground and shoots nasty looks at his brothers. This isn’t the first time he’s been kicked out in favor of some airhead, and has learned over the years that looking for a bargain never hurts. 

“What’s in it for me?”

“I don’t beat you silly, boy, that’s what in it for you,” Francis says, sounding so much like Daddy its as if the words came out of their old man’s mouth, “Now get the fuck outta here.”

“This my room now, y’know.” Merriell mumbles, getting down on his knees to reach for a pair of shoes he has tucked under his bed.  He’s tired as all hell and wants nothing more than to reclaim his bed, but it’s not worth the fight, and God knows he doesn’t want stay for the show. He quickly slips the old shoes on and tries to tune out the sound of buckles being undone, avoiding looking back at the beds as he throws one leg out the window. He makes sure to grab his watch before the short drop to the ground and begins to walk towards the street.

“Mer!” The sharp whisper has him turning back to the window. He sees Victor hanging out of it, three cigarettes and a lighter in his extended hand. Merriell takes it, remembering why Victor has always been his favorite and feeling a bit better about his expulsion. 

“For the trouble,” Vic says with a wink before ducking back into the room and shutting the window.

Merriell meanders up their street, kicking rocks and savoring his gifted cigarettes. He lets his mind wander, thinking about everything and nothing while his feet drag down the dirt road. He’s used to being alone with his thoughts, never quite getting along with kids at school and often taking long walks like this to avoid Daddy’s beatings.  He checks his watch occasionally, counting the minutes until he can head back and crawl into bed. After an hour and a half he finally turns back in the direction of the house and allows himself to jog there. He was told two hours and two hours is all they’ll get. 

He gets home sooner than expected, his quick steps returning him home a bit before five. He plops himself down on the porch steps and decides to smoke his last cigarette before banging on his window to be let back in. He pictures his brothers curled up in the beds with their beaus, whispering sweet nothings to these girls they have no intention of ever seeing again. He closes his eyes and tries to picture himself next to that squeaky blonde or well-endowed brunette, his hands caressing their bodies, his hips flush to theirs. The thought is hard to conjure and he finds himself bored of it quickly. Female bodies warble and shift in his mind, resettling into focus with breasts replaced by a flat chest and Merriell’s imaginary hand reaches between strong legs to grip-

The sound of a door slamming startles him out of his fantasy. He searches for the sound, ready to throw his cigarette into the bushes if it’s Daddy coming to kick his ass. He’s thankful to see the door was not his own, seeing it is still shut tight behind him. Confusion replaces his relief when out of the corner of his eye he sees Mr. Leconte stomping down his own steps, a suitcase in each hand. Merriell watches him turn to yell something he can’t make out in the direction of his house, followed by a shrill and equally unintelligible reply. Mr. Leconte begins to storm down the street, moving past Merriell without his usual wink and wave. Merriell takes one last puff of his smoke before crushing it under his heel and getting up to follow his neighbor. 

It takes Merriell a minute to catch up with the older man’s fast stride and he has to catch his breath before asking, “Where you goin’, Mr. Leconte?” 

His voice a mix of anger and sadness, Mr Leconte replies, “Leaving, son. Missus is done with me.” 

Merriell almost trips over a rock he doesn’t see in his shock. He feels the blood rushing in his ears and his heart start to beat hard. Leaving? He has to have misheard. 

“Leaving? Leaving forever?”

“Yep. Leavin’ the house, the dog, leavin’ everythin’. That bitch can keep it all, ain’t worth shit anyway.” 

“But where you gon’ go?”

“Back to Shreveport, I reckon.” Merriell’s stomach drops to his knees and he feels like he could vomit right there onto his shoes. Shreveport is hours from their small town south of New Orleans. 

“That’s real far,” Merriell manages to say, feeling anxiety rise in his chest. He can’t take his eyes off Mr. Leconte, trying to memorize his face, his auburn locks, the determined set of his jaw. Petrified of the answer, he stills asks, “You gon’ come back?”

“Don’t reckon I will.”

Mr. Leconte stops for a moment and Merriell stops with him, feeling like he’s stepped back into a dream; a nightmare. The older man sets one suitcase down and reaches out to grip Merriell’s shoulder, dark eyes meeting green. Merriell barely registers that this is the first, the only, time Mr. Leconte has touched him and finds himself unable to revel in the pleasure of it. Not when he’s about to be gone, when this will be the last time they see each other. 

“Word of advice, Merriell,” Merriell’s heart betrays him by fluttering in his chest from Mr. Leconte saying his name, “don’t ever get married.”

How could I, Merriell doesn’t say, hardly dares to think, I only ever wanted to marry you.

With a smile and a wink, Mr. Leconte picks up his suitcase again and keeps walking. Merriell stays frozen in the middle of the road, unable to follow any further. He watches that head of red hair fade away as Mr. Leconte continues his walk to Shreveport, leaving his wife and his house and the bayou and Merriell behind him.

“I’ll miss you,” he says, so soft that it’s lost to the burgeoning dawn. If Mr. Leconte hears it, he doesn’t turn around. Merriell stays there and watches him until he’s gone from sight, unmoving until a car comes whizzing down the road. The driver lays on the horn and Merriell is finally freed from his self-imposed prison to jump out of the way. The driver yells out some insult in Creole as they fly by, something about dumbass kids. Usually Merriell would yell something back, accentuated by a couple of thrown rocks but he finds himself unable to do anything except turn around and run back to the house. He feels hot and shaky, unsure if he’s going to pass out or scream, and needs to be alone somewhere to process what has just happened. 

Merriell throws open the front door and hurries into the house, not caring about making noise, almost blind from the tears filling his eyes. He rushes past Mama standing in the kitchen. She must have just woken up, still in her nightgown and a cup of steaming tea in hand. She looks confused to see him, most likely wondering where he could be coming from at this hour. 

“Merriell?” 

He ignores her, moving as fast as he can without running until he’s in his bedroom. Blissfully, no one is there, only the smell of that cheap cologne left as evidence of his unwelcome guests. Victor and Francis must have snuck their girls out already and headed back to the docks. He scrambles to lock the door and presses his back to it, shaking hands reaching up to grip his hair. He ignores the sharp pain in his scalp as he clutches his curls tight.

“Don’t cry,” he says, a warning, a threat. “Don’t fuckin’ cry. Don’t fuckin cry. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…”

He tries to steady his breathing and begins to search around the room for something to count, anything to keep him from exploding. He counts the wood panels on the wall, the cracks in the ceiling, the knobs on the dressers in rapid succession but it’s not enough. He even begins to count the wrinkles in the blankets on the beds his brothers have left unmade, but his vision continues to blur with tears begging to come out. Once he feels the first drop hit his cheek, it’s all over with. A sob rips from his chest, shaking his whole body with it. He tries to breathe in but can’t, only managing to choke on the next wail pouring out of him. He walks to his bed and doesn’t bother kicking his dirty shoes off before climbing in, caring about nothing else in the world except for the fact that Mr. Leconte was gone. He cries and cries like the little boy he once was, back when he could convince himself he only liked Mr. Leconte because he was kind; cries and cries and cries while the reality of his situation creeps up on him like a starving wolf stalking a lamb. I love him, the shameful thought alone wrenching another sob from his chest, and I’ll never see him again. He vows right then and there in his lonely room that he’ll never marry, never kiss anyone the way he wished Mr. Leconte had kissed him, never love again. Not if it hurts this much, not if he could just about curl up and die. He imagines Granmere digging his grave, praying for his sinful soul while those hands as old the heavens rifle through the dirt. Merriell holds his pillow tight and cries into it long after the sun has fully risen and set, long after Mama has given up knocking on the door, until sleep releases him from his heartbreak. 

1937

Francis and Victor come home for Christmas Eve, this time through the front door instead of Merriell’s bedroom window. Merriell barely hears them come in over the sound of Robert, home on leave, and Daddy arguing and Llewelyn’s screeching children. His wife’s pregnant again, like the four children they already have aren’t a handful and slowly driving them insane. Aside from the permanently sticky hands and never ending screaming, Merriell enjoys being an uncle and sits at the dinner table with little Ricky on his lap. The tot is gnawing on the turkey leg Merriell had just finished with, keeping a close eye on him so he doesn’t choke. He only looks up when Mama gasps and hurries from her spot at the table to greet her sons. 

“Ho, ho, ho!” Victor calls, wrapping Mama in a hug. They hadn’t told anyone they were coming, and Mama sings out thanks to the Lord and loving quips in Creole as she fusses over them. She released Victor to squeeze Francis, giving him a light slap on the cheek.

“Don’t y’all surprise me like that again! Oh, hug your mama.”

After shaking Daddy and Robert’s hands and kissing Llewelyn’s wife, Victor slides a pack of cigarettes towards Merriell with a sly wink. He quickly grabs it before little Ricky can shove it in his mouth and slides it into his shirt pocket, Victor once again claiming the title as his favorite brother. 

“Merry Christmas, petit frère.”

Before he can return the sentiment, Mama says, “Don’t be rude now, who this?”

Merriell was so distracted by the commotion and his gift that he hadn’t noticed a third person walk through the door behind his brothers. Francis tosses an arm over the stranger’s shoulder.

“Mama, this here is Tom.”

Merriell takes in Tom from his spot at table, plucking the turkey leg from little Ricky’s mouth since his attention is now elsewhere. Ricky cries out in protest until Merriell gives him a spoon to chew on instead, easily satisfied. This Tom is taller than Victor and Francis, which isn’t saying much since all Shelton boys are short. His hair is hidden under a hat, but when he takes it off to greet Mama there’s a shock of blonde atop his head. He’s got hooded brown eyes that take in their meager dining room, stopping when they reach Merriell. Merriell suddenly feels small, very small, under his gaze and turns his sights back to Ricky. He plops his elbow on the table and leans his cheek against his hand, hoping they aren’t turning as red as they feel. 

“Welcome, Tom, welcome,” Mama says, brushing her hands on her apron before placing one on Tom’s arm. It’s not often they have guests but Mama is always a gracious host. She leads Tom to the table to introduce him to everyone. “This here my oldest Llewelyn, his wife Margaret…” Mama goes through the lineup, stopping at Merriell, “and thats my youngest Merriell with little Ricky.”

“Hi, Merriell,” Tom says in a voice that is so far from Louisiana it takes them all by surprise, “it’s nice to meet you all.”

“Hope you don’t mind him staying, Mama,” Francis says around a mouthful of bread, having settled at the table next to Daddy with a plate full of food, “we wasn’t supposed to get tonight off and Tom ain’t got family ‘round here.”

“Where you from, Tom? Sit, please, c’mon now,” Mama ushers Tom into the chair across from Merriell, much to his chargin, “Lemme make you a plate, I know you boys don’t eat good on that boat.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” This Tom is way too uppity to be working a boat with his brothers, Merriell thinks, all smooth edges where they should be rough. “I’m from Maine. Bar Harbor.”

“How you end up down here, boy?” Daddy asks, half interested, half in the bag already.

“My father is a fisherman. I’ve been on boats my whole life but got sick of the cold water,” Tom answers as Mama returns with a heaping plate to set before him. To Merriell it sounds rehearsed. “Thank you, ma’am. Came down to Louisiana for a fresh start.”

Merriell takes his eyes off Ricky to steal another glance at Tom but quickly has to look away when he sees Tom already gazing back. His family continues to ask Tom questions about his family, what it’s like up north, if he’s ever had a white Christmas. Merriell tunes as much of it out as he can and focuses on his nephew until the end of dinner, having mindlessly picked on what remains of his carrots and potatoes until the table was cleared. Daddy, his brothers, and Tom retreat to the living room to see what’s playing on the radio and Mama and Margaret begin to work on dishes in the kitchen. Merriell decides he needs a smoke, needs to be as far away from Tom as possible, and places Ricky down to toddle off somewhere and get into things he’s not supposed to. Once he’s on the porch he takes a deep breath of the cool air and closes his eyes. He lets the sounds of frogs and crickets singing sooth him, counting their chirps for a moment. It’s only for tonight, he assures himself, just tonight. Come morning they will all say goodbye to Tom when him and his brothers return to the boat. And hopefully that’ll be the last he sees of this disturbingly intriguing man. Merriell lights up a cigarette as he steps off the porch, moving into the shadows to prevent Mama seeing or smelling him. She’d always hated the stuff and asks if he wanted an early grave; Merriell doesn’t know how to tell her that sometimes he does.

“Hey.”

Merriell looks up from his cigarette. Through the dim light coming from the porch he can see Tom making his way down the steps and over to where Merriell stands. He stops next to him, far enough where they’re not touching but close enough to make something in Merriell’s gut flutter. 

“Look too young to be a smoker,” Tom adds, tipping his head. A strand of his blonde hair drops down from where it’s slicked back to lay on his forehead. Merriell wants to reach out and put it back where it belongs, taking his time to savor the motion. Instead he snorts and pulls the cigarette from his lips, blowing smoke in the direction of this interloper. 

“Ain’t you got your own family?” He asks, not knowing why his tone is so snippy, “Ain’t you itchin’ to get home?

Tom shrugs, reaching out a hand. Merriell looks at it for a moment before he hands his cigarette over. Tom takes a long pull, scrunching up his face like he’s thinking hard. Merriell can’t help but think it’s a handsome face, not as rugged as it should be for his line of work. He’s clean shaven and his skin looks impossibly soft, no blemishes or scars to be seen. It’s another part of Tom that Merriell wants to reach out and touch, see how it feels under his fingers, under his tongue. Instead he puts his mouth to his hand, biting at his fingernails to distract himself while his cigarette is occupied. “You want your own?” He asks around his nail, pulling the carton from his pocket with his free hand; might as well be in the Christmas spirit and give to the needy. Tom plucks the cigarette from his lips and blows smoke right back at him with a shake of his head. 

“I’m fine with this one. And I don’t talk to them.”

“What you do?”

Tom gives him a look, a look Merriell thinks he’s supposed to understand. He feels his cheeks grow hot under a gaze that he dares say is wanton, a look he’s seen his brothers give their girls. Tom takes another drag before answering and Merriell spends too long watching the way his lips wrap around the butt. 

“They weren’t a fan of my proclivities.” 

“You booze too much?”

“Something like that. So, how old are you gonna be? Vic says you have a birthday coming up.”

“Twenty-one,” the lie slips out so easy he almost believes it himself. Tom does not and gives him a toothy grin.

“Don’t you know lying is a sin?” Tom asks with a raised brow, handing the cigarette back to him. Merriell snatches it, trying to ignore the shiver that goes up his spine when their fingers briefly brush. He ignores the comment as well and looks down at his shoes while he takes his next drag. Lying is the least sinful in his catalogue of misdeeds and dirty thoughts. What he’s thinking about doing to Tom has to be at the top, marked and underlined in red ink for God and the Devil to read.

“Your proclivities so bad your own mama don’t want you ‘round on Christmas?”

“My mother isn’t the issue,” Tom explains, reaching out again to pull the cigarette right from Merriell’s mouth. Deft fingers touch his lips and Merriell nearly gasps at the sensation, almost not believing it happened. “My father is.”

“Well, we all got daddy’s who don’t love us,” Merriell says with a shrug. Tom laughs and Merriell can’t help but smile at the sound.

“Yeah…especially us.”

Tom hands the cigarette back to Merriell, and their fingers hold it together for a moment. Merriell looks into Tom’s dark eyes and sees something in them that almost resembles hope. 

“Merry Christmas, Merriell,” He says in a soft voice, tender, before retreating back into the house. Merriell stays outside and smokes through half of his new carton, trying to stave off the excitement and shame he feels growing deep within him. 

That night, long after everyone has returned from midnight mass and gone to bed, Merriell slips out of his bedroom and with feet that feel like lead makes his way to where Tom sleeps on the couch. Tom wakes up when Merriell slips under the blanket but doesn’t say a word, just wraps a strong arm around his waist and pulls him close.

After, when Tom tries to kiss him, Merriell turns away, feeling lips catch his chin.

“Merry Christmas, Tom.” 

He leaves the makeshift bed and returns to his own, rubbing the spot on his chin where unwelcome lips had briefly touched until he falls asleep. When he wakes up, Tom is gone, leaving a note saying heading back to the docks. He thanks the Sheltons for their hospitality and wishes them a happy new year. Merriell spends the day absently watching his nieces and nephews play with their new toys, sitting on the couch where he has committed his greatest atrocity yet while his family talks and argues and talks and argues around him. Eventually his eyes settle on the cross hanging above their radio and stares at the body of Christ hanging from it with unblinking eyes. He imagines the cross flying off the wall, pointed edge ramming itself into his chest; he pictures blood spurting from the wound and soaking the couch beneath him, masking the remains of his sin from the world around him. 

[fighterkimburgess]

Lover

Summary: work, therapy, home. Kim’s got a routine again. But there’s one thing missing from it all.

Warnings: mentions of Kim’s previous canonical trauma, explicit discussions of the aftermath of a miscarriage.

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The oversized hoodie Kim kept in the trunk of the car needed to be washed, the scent that calmed her when she was talking about everything that happened two years before nearly gone. But she held the cuffs to her nose and inhaled deeply, a tiny bit of Adam’s aftershave still clinging to it.

“Did anything change when you went back to work after the miscarriage?”

“Everything.” In not so many words she explained what the days in between were like. Her refusal to have a D&C, instead naturally dealing with it. Punishing herself by not taking painkillers because she had killed her child.

Except she hadn’t. She hadn’t killed their baby. She’d fought to protect three lives that night and two had made it out alive. It was awful and tragic but it wasn’t her fault. And that’s what she was learning.

It wasn’t her fault Kent targeted her that night. It was her fault she didn’t have her window up, but if she hadn’t then she’d probably have been dead when Adam arrived at the scene from a bullet to her head. It wasn’t her fault Walton shot her. It was her will to live that kept her alive. It was not letting Makayla lose another mother. It was wanting to live.

It was wanting Adam again.

She could recognise that now. There was enough time and space and she’d lived with Adam for longer than they’d been engaged at this point. She’d lived with him for longer than their entire romantic relationship at this point. Nearly two years of joint bedtime stories, of anguish when Mack was taken and joy when she returned. Of ice skating and bird watching and snowman building.

And somewhere along the way Kim had fallen back in love with him again. Adam had become the man she knew he could be. The man he wanted to be. And he’d done it himself. He’d grown up and bought them a goddamn house so Mack could live the life they wanted for her. He was a dad. He was a damn good cop and if she could take back those words from two years before and make herself ask how he was before what he did she’d do it in a heartbeat.

He made her smile. He made her laugh. He made Makayla laugh, telling her stories about the first time he and Kim did patrol together, wiggling his hips like Kim taught him. He constantly had painted nails and more than once had stared down a suspect who made a comment before saying “my daughter did them for me.” He was a good man and their daughters father and she didn’t know how to tell him she wanted to try again. If he even felt the same way.

In the car on the way home her phone buzzed, Mouse appearing on the car screen. She answered.

“Hey, I’m driving home so I’ll warn you.”

“Home to Mack and Adam?”

“Yeah.” It was quiet for a minute, Kim hearing the older man think. Their friendship was formed through Platt adopting them both, and now that Mouse was stateside again they talked at least once a week. He’d settled in Florida, happy and healthy and working for a tech company down there.

“You’re in love with him.”

“I am. I’m in love with Adam Ruzek.” It was the first time she’d said it out loud since she’d told Erin all those years before.

“Just gotta tell him now. When are you home?”

“Right now.” She pulled up outside the house, Mouse mumbling for a second.

“Tell him, Kimberly. Or Trudy will and we both know how that is. I’ll talk to you next week, tell Mack we’ll FaceTime soon?”

“Of course.”

As soon as she got inside it was the usual evening routine. Makayla greeted her with a hug, Kim hugging her back before sitting down to dinner. Adam’s cooking was improving, today was shrimp pasta with a lemon sauce. Mack wanted just garlic instead and he had her pasta separate to await her approval, garlic bread high on the plate.

“How was skating?” Kim asked, Mack grinning.

“It was so much fun! Jordan taught me to hip check him and I got him! Uncle Kevin and Dad took a video.”

“Yeah?” The Dad didn’t go unnoticed, nor did the way Adam’s eyes shone as Mack continued to talk about doing math homework. “And for science we need to count the birds we see and I told Mrs Young that my dad built us a bird feeder so I’m gonna email a photo so she can see it and maybe we build one in school too.”

She was energetic, an extra story before bed. Soon Makayla would be too old for her parents to read to her each night, but now Kim and Adam were taking full advantage and reading chapters of Percy Jackson to her. It was everything. But Makayla was asleep and she closed the door gently, going out to the living room.

Adam had two glasses of soda on the table waiting for them, a bowl of popcorn in the middle. The tv was waiting to press play on Death in Paradise, and Kim curled up on the couch. Ever since her therapist has advised stopping drinking, Adam had been sober with her. He didn’t have a drink at his poker nights even. It was one of the many ways he showed he loved her.

“Press play?” They watched the familiar scene play out, the dead body found before calypso music played and Adam shimmied around on the couch to the theme tune to make her laugh. He leaned over her to get a handful of popcorn and that’s when she knew.

She sat forward and pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, not sure what to expect. His head turned and fully kissed her, Kim pulling him to her and deepening the kiss. Finally they separated, but breathing deeply and smiling.

“I love you.” Kim spoke first. “I love you and I love our family and I want us. I want us together. As long as you do?” Her words got softer as she finished speaking. 

“I love you too. And yes. All of it.”

The next morning Kim woke to Makayla shaking her arm, Kim blinking rapidly to wake.

“Everything ok?” She asked, Mack shaking her head.

“Dads not in his room!”

“I’m right here, kiddo. What’s up?”

Their daughter crawled into bed with them for Saturday morning cartoons and cuddles before Adam got dressed to get their breakfast, kissing Kim goodbye as he left. Her heart was full, and she couldn’t help but grin as she and Mack got the table ready for the weekend ahead.

She may not be healed, she may not fully heal, but she was happy and in love and what else could she want?

[rianafying]

i’m sitting on the 51st floor of my friend’s apartment building, it’s a lounge area that looks over melbourne cbd and it is gorgeous, but the lights in this room are blinding. i’ve had a really long day and i’ll probably have an even longer one tomorrow but i don’t wanna leave this building. i feel safe here. i don’t wanna go back home. home is representative of my source of anxiety. home is messy and dirty. home is where the tasks await me. and i just can’t. so with my 48% battery on my phone, i will stay here for as long as i can. it’s already 10:31 pm. but it’s okay my house is a 5 minute walk away. i feel incredibly lonely tonight, like i’ve been craving some sort of romance. and ( very embarrassing ) physical touch. especially when i see or hear about other people in love, it makes me feel so alone. but this is not the time for me to date anyone. and i don’t really like the people i know. i have a therapy session booked for day after tomorrow, basically the day after this assignment is due. so hopefully my brain will be a little clearer by then.

i feel really sleepy and tired even though i overslept the last two days. it’s just that time of the month. pms and psoriasis. causing fatigue. i chopped off a lot of my hair today. didn’t really think it through but it’s fine. idrc. same when i dyed it black. i just do things and it doesn’t matter. it’s just hair.

my friend is really lucky she gets to live in this building. it’s quite a lot more expensive than my apartment. the one i live in is already too expensive for me but somehow i’m managing.

i sat super still for an hour so the motion detector wouldn’t catch me and the lights dimmed down and i stayed by the window for 2 more hours. i really didn’t wanna come back home but i was hungry so i did.

i had one of those chicken curry pies from woolies, i only bought them because they were on sale but damn they are so good, but normally they’re priced at 8$ for 2 pies which is out of my budget :((. but it’s okay i can make my own and freeze them.

2.75+4 + ingredients i already have i can make like a whole bunch of curry chicken pies. but it might not be as good as the store bought ones cause my little toaster that i use as a makeshift oven kind of sucks.

im still hungry, the little pie did not fill me up enough, which makes sense because i only had two tiny pieces of sushi in the last 30 hours. i’m craving another pie but i don’t have any. also something about having food with mayo makes me feel gross and oily. like it’s all over my face. i can’t stand it anymore. i’m so tired. i know ill be getting my periods soon because i have been getting cramps all day.

i finally found the time to open the bag of stuff my uncle dropped off because they’re moving and they no longer need em. there’s a whole bunch of sauces and spices in there. i wonder if my cousin bought these cause these are good ingredients. i’m kinda hungry but there’s nothing to cook at home. there’s pasta but it’s not gonna be substantial enough. i’ve been wanting to buy some parmesan for the longest time but it’s so expensive, and i go through it pretty fast because it’s too good not to. i also kind of like goat cheese, not really in pasta more with like fruit on toast. there’s a thing of frozen shrimp in my fridge afaik, but it’s stuck solid in with the ice layer in my fridge and i wrestled with it but i couldn’t get it out. i’ll just dump it out when i clean my fridge and let everything thaw. it will be okay. it was old anyway.

i’m just so hungry. but i’m just too lazy to make anything or get creative, or eat something i cooked. i wish there was like a sandwich or something i could eat rn. well there’s rice, surumi, wasabi, soy sauce, sriracha, mayo, chilli oil, carrots, and nori. but i just wish i had some cucumber. i’ll go buy some tomorrow along w some cooked shrimp. maybe the frozen cutlets. i kind of miss them.

[unhappycylinder]

Hellfire’s Newest Member (Eddie x fem!Reader) Pt. 9

warnings: smut...again...little naughtier this time

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By the time the two of you were ready it was almost 3 PM, you had spent hours laying around, making out, and talking to each other. Being around Eddie made you feel so safe and loved, and you felt nothing but excitement for your future with him, whatever it may entail.

Eddie checked his watch, "shit sweetheart it's already 3"

"Have we really been sitting around here for that long?" You asked, "you really know how to keep me entertained, Munson"

"Yeah, well I promised my girl I'd show her around town, and I'm a man of my word, so we better get a move on," he said, hopping up from the couch and extending a hand to you.

You walked out your front door, bringing the money your dad left, locking it behind you and Eddie. The lock was stuck and you were struggling, rather embarrassingly, to get your ket out

"Need some help there princess?" Eddie asked, bending down so his face was level with the lock, his eyes looking up at you

"No its fine, its just-"

You were cut off by a third voice coming from the street

"Well I'll be damned," Dustin scoffed, putting a hand on his hips as Mike and some other kids his age piled up behind him, "I can't say I expected to see you two coupled up"

Mike looked absolutely shocked, while the other kids just stood there, eyes on Dustin.

"Henderson, its not-" you began before Eddie cut you off, pulling you away from the door, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder

"Gentlemen, Mayfield, I'd like to introduce you...formally that is...to my beautiful girlfriend - y/n y/l/n" Eddie said proudly

"Girlfriend??" Mike yelled

"No way in HELL you got a girl to go out with you, Eddie," Dustin said through laughter

"The hell did you say, shrimp," Eddie said, pulling away from you and walking towards the kids. Your key finally slid out of the door

Dustin froze, his laughter fading as he thought Eddie was about to beat the shit out of him. Instead, Eddie tackled him backwards

"Nah man, I'm just as surprised as you are. She's perfect, and she's mine," he said looking back at you, now walking down to stand by him, "and I have no fucking clue what she sees in me, but hey, I am not complaining"

Mike stopped you as you walked towards the group, turning to the two other kids with him

"Oh hey y/n! This is Max," he gestured to the redhead girl next to him, she waved, "and this is Lucas, the guy you subbed for last night"

"Nice to meet you guys," you said

"I heard you defeated Vecna all by yourself," Lucas said with a nod, "pretty impressive if you ask me

You chuckled, "I wouldn't say that, I had some amazing help, but it definitely felt good to put that son of a bitch in his place"

"Hellfire's first girl...not a bad intro if you ask me," he said, "We've been trying to get Max to play for years but she says its a little kids game," he teased her. Max just sighed and got on her bike, starting to ride away. Lucas followed her, then Mike.

Eddie finally let go of Dustin once he noticed the rest of the kids were leaving, letting Dustin join his friends

"Congrats you two!" Dustin yelled as he rode down the street.

Eddie picked you up and spun you around, smiling up at you.

"I like that kid," you said.

"Henderson? Yeah he's the best. If I ever had a kid, I think I'd want one like him," Eddie said while glancing down the road where they had gone.

"I agree Eds, they seem like a good group."

He set you down, taking your hand in his as he led you to his van, opening the door for you as always.

"My dear," he helped you in, closing the door after you.

----

Eddie took you all around town. He took you to the arcade, down main street past all the shops, through different neighborhoods, past the remnants of an old mall that he said burnt down the year before, and to some of his favorite spots outside of town. Of course he had metal music playing in the background the whole time, most of which you recognized and sang along with.

He showed you skull rock, which he explained was a famous makeout spot

"Wanna make it a little more popular?" He asked, pulling you in for a kiss

"You're gross Munson, but this rock really does look like a skull," you commented.

"Yeah, I guess it lives up to its name," he said.

Suddenly, Eddie jumped out of the car and ran around to open your door.

"Eddie? What are we doing?"

"Follow me, its a surprise!"

He grabbed your hand, running through the woods with you behind him. You couldn't help but laugh as he spat his hair out of his mouth as he ran, muttering a curse here and there.

After a few minutes of running you reached a beautiful view, a gorgeous lake lined with trees, the sun just beginning to set across the body of water.

"Lover's Lake," Eddie said panting, leaning against a tree.

"Oh really now," you responded, "I didn't take you for a romantic view kinda guy Munson."

He chuckled

"I bet you take all your ladies here don't you, tell them its your special spot," you taunted, walking towards him slowly

"HA, no y/n, it was never a special spot til now," he replied, pushing his back against the tree

"And why's that?"

"Cause I've never had a lover to share this lake with," he said dramatically, throwing his hands over his heart and knocking himself to the ground, making you laugh.

He stayed on the ground, playing dead. You knelt down, straddling his hips, placing your hands on his shoulders. He didn't move, just opened his eyes a little bit to see if you were looking at him before closing them tightly and sticking his tongue out.

"No! My dearest Edward!" You played along, throwing your torso down onto his chest, putting your body weight on him, "how will I ever live without you!"

"Stay there and you might actually kill me princess, I can hardly breathe," he coughed as he pushed you off him, rolling on top of you and propping himself up on his elbows.

"You're beautiful Eddie Munson"

"You're perfect y/n, y/l/n," he started before rolling off you, laying next to you with his hands resting on his stomach, "I mean if someone had told me yesterday that the crazy new girl I picked up off the highway would be the DnD playing, Vecna slaying, metal loving, sexy, gorgeous, smart, hilarious woman of my dreams, I'd say they were crazy. But you're right here."

He turned to face you, you did the same, your eyes locking as you listened to him.

"I really don't know what I did to deserve you, like at all, but you're perfect. You're perfect for me. Hardly anybody gives me the time of day here and all you've done is shown me love and kindness."

You laid on your side, running your fingers through Eddie's hair and against his cheek as he spoke. You were in heaven.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you. Thank you, and I love you. I'm really, really in love with you, y/n," he stared deeper into your eyes than ever before.

"Ditto, Munson. You've made me feel things I've never felt before. You make me feel safe and cared for and appreciated on a whole other level. I can't thank you enough, Eddie. Honestly. I love you more than anything," you said, leaning in to kiss him.

He grabbed your face feverishly and pulled you into a kiss, rolling your body on top of his once again. His hands trailed down your back until they reached your ass, where they stopped. Eddie squeezed and then slapped one of your ass cheeks, making you jump and let out a little yelp.

"Eddie!"

"Sorry sweetheart, you're irresistible"

He pulled you back into the kiss, keeping his hands on your ass and the back of your thighs. He pulled himself up by your legs so that you were sitting on his lap, your chests pressed together. You shoved your hands up his shirt...your shirt...while you kissed, making him shudder.

"You wanna do this?" He asked

"I thought you'd never ask," you replied in a whisper

And with that, your shirt was gone, and so was his, and his ringed fingers were working on unbuttoning your pants while you did the same with his. The cold metal of his rings tickled your lower stomach as he unzipped your pants. He picked you up by your hips and laid you on your back so he could remove your pants entirely, doing the same with his once he was done with you. In the meantime, you reached to unclasp your bra

"Uh-uh princess," he stopped you, grabbing your arms, "that's my job"

His hands trailed down your arms until they met your hands which were holding the clasp of your bra. His hands replaced yours as he pulled the thin lace material off your shoulders and down your arms, your breasts springing free.

"So. Fucking. Perfect." Eddie said as his mouth traveled to your breasts, roughly kissing the skin just above your nipple

"Eddie, you're gonna leave a mark!" You said, running your fingers through his hair

"That's the whole idea darling, except nobody will be able to see them but me," he smirked

Your chest now adorned with bruises, Eddie pulled away to briefly admire you.

"Flip over for me baby"

You did as he asked, propping yourself up on your elbows as Eddie positioned himself behind you, snaking your panties off you.

Oh fuck yes. I love this man and everything about him.

He entered you slowly, moaning and growling as he slid in and out, giving you time to adjust to his length.

"I need you, Eddie, all of you, right now" you pleaded over your shoulder

"Anything for you baby" he said before he started ramming his hips into you, grabbing your hips with both hands, lifting one to smack your ass every few thrusts, catching you off guard every time. The little whimpers you let out drove him crazy, he loved knowing he was pleasing you...genuinely pleasing you.

"Fuck Eddie, oh my god," you said, throwing your hands up around your head.

"Give me those," he commanded

"What?" You asked, confused, looking back at him

"Your hands, give me your hands" He said between breaths, holding a hand out to catch them.

You did as he asked, Eddie holding both of your hands behind your back with one of his, balancing you on nothing but himself and your knees. He pulled you back with each thrust, making him go deeper.

"I'm close Eddie, so close" you said through gritted teeth

"Go on beautiful, let go for me," he said, keeping his pace

As you climaxed he snuck his free hand around your front, pulling you up so your back was against his chest as his thrusts got less intense. He thrust upward into you, barely moving, making you feel more connected to him than ever. With a final thrust he pulled out of you, pressing himself tightly against your back, his cum dripping down his front and your back, as he grabbed your stomach and breast with his hands.

"Fuck babe" he said into your ear.

You both looked an absolute mess. Hair all over the place, dirt in places it shouldn't be, and sweat and cum covering your bodies.

He held you close for a second before letting you go, admiring the view as you both caught your breath.

"I love you so much" you said to him, turning to face him, pulling the hair out of his face.

"I love you too sweetheart," he brought you close and kissed your forehead gently, his unsteady breath beating against your skin.

----

After the sun had set, you two walked back to Eddie's van and drove to his trailer. With metal music playing the entire drive as usual, Eddie placed a hand on your thigh and drew little circles with his thumb as he explained his living situation, his relationship with his uncle, and how excited he was for you to meet him one day. You smiled at him as he spoke, feeling warmth and excitement about the long, happy life you knew you were just beginning with Eddie 'the freak' Munson.

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Part 10

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