#bacon cheeseburger save me…save me bacon cheeseburger…bacon cheeseburger….

[gio-cosmo]

This is my favorite image ever I think

[marvel-rhapsody]

The Scoops Troop | Steve Harrington x reader

The Scoops Troop | Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: written with fem!reader in mind, but I think it can be read as gender-neutral, bad writing tbh, not proofread,

Word Count: 2,000+

🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙

It's a warm summer day when you stroll into Starcourt Mall. You've already lost count of how many times you've walked the stores of the mall despite it only being open for a short period of time. It just goes to show at how little Hawkins has to do for a teenager, well, anyone really.

The mall is crowded, as it is every time you've been here so far. The crowds are everywhere, barely any walkway available. 

The place you're heading towards, Scoops Ahoy, sits on the bottom floor with the rest of the food court. There are so many options to choose from, a lot more than what Hawkins used to offer. Benny's and the singular bar in town could only get a person so far. 

Your best friend, Robin, secured a job at Scoops Ahoy at the end of April, just in time for school to let out and summer to start. 

She's been trying to get you to come by when Steve Harrington is working with her. She claims that he's lost all ability to successfully ask a girl out. All those years as the proclaimed "king" has finally come to an end.

But little did she know that you liked him during those years. Even though he was a complete asshole, you still wanted him. Somewhere, behind all the popularity, there was a decent guy. Someone that Steve could finally become after graduating and getting away from all the stuck-up kids he was used to hanging out with. 

Steve is working the front counter when you walk in. 

"Ahoy there..." he says with a dejected sigh. "Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain, um, Steve Harrington."

You stifle a laugh, and answer with, "I think I'll try Cherry Jubilee today, captain." 

Steve blushes a deep red and scoops the ice cream quickly. You hand him the money.

"Keep the change." 

He nods his head and rushes to the door that leads to the designated break room. A few seconds later, your blonde-headed friend comes through the same door. 

"That was awful, right?" Robin asks with a smirk. 

You shrug. "It could've been worse.. I didn't hate it."

"So, point for Steve?" his voice travels in from the window that's in the wall separating the store from the break room. 

Robin shakes her head. "Didn't secure a date, dingus." 

Steve groans.

"To be fair, you never asked," you chime in.

"Are you serious?" both Steve and Robin ask at the same time, their tones varying. 

You shrug. "Wouldn't hurt to ask, Steve..." 

🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙

Two weeks pass before Steve can take a night off for your date. 

He takes you to a quaint diner just outside of Hawkins. You've never been, but Steve claims it's the best, so you take his word for it. 

"What do you recommend?" you ask, skimming over the menu the waiter gave you.

"Can't go wrong with a bacon cheeseburger..." Steve replies. He hasn't taken his eyes off of you, but you have yet to notice. 

You set the menu down on top of his unused one. "Bacon cheeseburger  it is."

Steve flags the waiter down and orders for the two of you. The food doesn't take long to get to the table, despite it being a crowded Friday night. You eat in silence for the most part, a compliment on the food comes out a couple times. 

"You know," Steve starts, tossing his used napkin on top of his empty plate, "I'm surprised you agreed to a date..."

"Really? Honestly, I've always had a thing for you... Even as "King" Steve," you reply. "I know you were kind of an asshole in school, but Robin kept insisting that you were different. Claimed you couldn't get a date to save your life. So, I had to see for myself. I'm definitely not regretting showing up that day." 

Steve has a grin on his face. "You liked me in school? I never--"

"Of course you didn't know, Steve. We ran in different circles... I was one of the band geeks; still am, actually. But somehow, I knew that you weren't the guy everyone made you out to be... Those people you hung out with...sucked."

Steve doesn't reply. He doesn't know what to say. He's never had someone outside his little friend group say anything like that. But you could see the true him; the one away from all the hustle and bustle of the rich kids and their respective families. 

"Yeah, I know... They were all I knew.. I had made too much of a bad name for myself to try to find different friends.. But I'm glad that you can see the real me; the one who actually tries to be better." 

The waiter comes by with the check, and Steve insists on paying for your meal, too. You toss some cash onto the table as a tip and follow Steve out to his car. 

"Care for some Scoops Ahoy ice cream? I happen to know the best employees that place has to offer." 

"I would love some ice cream, captain." 

🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙

The mall is pretty quiet tonight, which is surprising until you realize that it's 30 minutes until closing. 

"Dingus, your friend is here," Robin says as she sees you and Steve walk in. 

Dustin Henderson is sitting at a booth near the counter, anxiously waiting for Steve to come by. 

You chat with Robin as Steve talks to Dustin for a few minutes. 

"I intercepted a secret Russian code!" Dustin yells out. 

Your head whips around to look at the duo sitting in the booth. 

"What are you on about?" Robin asks. 

"Nothing, he's just being weird..." Steve says, cooly. 

He and Dustin go back into a huddle, whispering quietly between themselves. 

Robin and you look at each other, and shrug before going back to our conversation. 

A little while later, Steve comes up and offers to take you home. The ride is quiet, but comfortably so. 

He walks you to your front door, his hands sitting in his front pockets. 

"I, uh, had a good time tonight... and sorry for kind of ditching you at Scoops..." Steve says, one hand reaching up to rake through his hair. 

"Don't worry about it... I had a good time, too..." you say. "I'd like to do it again sometime, honestly."

Steve shoots you a big grin. 

You reach up and kiss his cheek before unlocking your front door.

"Goodnight, Steve..." 

"Yeah, goodnight, (y/n)."

🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙

A few days later, you get a call from Robin.

"So, remember at Scoops the other night, when Dustin was there?" 

"Yeah, Robs, what about it?"

"Now he and Dustin are hiding in the break room and listening to some recording over and over again... I think the little dude actually found a Russian code..." she says. "So, want to come help translate?" 

"I don't know Russian, Robin..." 

"Neither do any of us, but it'll be fun! I'll see you soon, bye!" 

A dial tone rings through the phone, indicating that Robin hung up before you could reply. 

You grumble to yourself as you get turn off the tv and pick yourself up off the couch. You rush to your room and change out of your lounge clothes and into something more suitable for the mall. 

You grab your keys and bag before letting your parents know where you're going. The ride to the mall doesn't take too long. It's pretty late already, almost 8 o'clock. The parking lot is fairly empty, maybe 30 cars are occupying spaces. You head inside and towards Scoops.

"The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west..." Robin's voice carries through the open window from the break room.

"You know," you say, leaning against the door, "if this is really a secret code, you should probably be whispering so everyone in the mall can't hear you."

The trio huddled around the table jumps in unison.

You wave at them before dropping your bag onto a chair. 

"Hi," Steve says, catching your gaze. 

"Hi, Steve."

"I'm Dustin," the boy speaks.

"(y/n), nice to meet you, Dustin." 

He grins. "You're the one Steve likes, right? The one that was here with him the other night?"

Steve smacks his arm with an exasperated look on his face. 

"Unless he's picked up another date since then, yes... That was me," you laugh. 

"Only you, sweetheart." 

They go back to the recording of the code and continue to decode the message. 

"That one is trip and then China and then something nice?" Steve says, looking at the translation dictionary. 

You take the book from his hands, flipping through the pages. 

"A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly," you say. 

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly." Dustin reads the final product. "What the hell does that even mean?"

Robin looks around the room, and her eyes widen. She rushes out of the break room and out to the lobby of the mall. 

You all rush after her. 

"The silver cat is the delivery company, a trip to China is the restaurant, tread lightly is the show store...When blue meets yellow in the west..." she pauses before turning her gaze to the clock that hangs on the wall. "The clock hands are blue and yellow.... So west must mean 9 o'clock?"

🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙

Everything had, honestly, gone to shit. The plan the four of you hatched out has gone downhill. Dustin and yourself, along with Erica Sinclair, who you really should not have brought into this, are trying to find a way to get back to the outside world. Steve and Robin have been drugged with something, and now Russians are chasing you in the labyrinth underneath the mall. 

You finally make it back to the elevator that got you into this mess, and use the keycard you swiped off one of the Russians to get you back to the surface. 

"Do they seem drunk to you?" Dustin asks. 

"They were drugged, Dustin... We need to make sure they don't kill themselves." 

The elevator doors open revealing the delivery zone outside the mall. You grab onto Steve's arm while Dustin and Erica take Robin. The five of you rush to the back hallways of the mall and run toward the movie theater. 

"This is probably the safest place we can hide... Lots of people are in here, hopefully they won't make a scene," Dustin says, leading everyone inside. 

There are three empty seats at the right side of the front of the theater, so you sit with Steve and Robin while Dustin and Erica head towards the left side.

"I feel sick..." Steve says, and Robin quickly agrees. They both get up and rush back out of the theater, with you hot on their heels. 

They go into the bathroom and into separate stalls as the drugs finally start to leave their system. After a few minutes, you finally speak. 

"You guys aren't dead, are you?"

You hear a huff from the stall Steve went into. "I think I'm good... Robin?"

"I'm good, too." 

🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙🍦💙

The Russian portal is now destroyed, along with part of the mall. 

You find Steve sitting at the back doors of an ambulance, an ice pack pressed to his head. 

"You know, when you first asked me on a date, I didn't know you dealt with alternate dimension monsters..." 

He snorts. "Yeah, that really gets all the ladies... I'm sorry we got you into this mess..." 

You reach over and push the hair that fell over his face out of the way.

"It's not like you knew this would happen, Steve. I'm just glad we survived..." 

"I really like you, by the way. And this isn't the drugs talking, it isn't the adrenaline talking... It's just me..." 

You grin at him. "I like you, too, Steve... and I would really like it if you could be my boyfriend, maybe? What better time and place to ask, huh?"

Steve stands from the ambulance, dropping the ice pack inside. He reaches towards you and cups your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours. His split lip feels like it's throbbing to him, but he'd risk everything to kiss you again.

[bellaxgiornata]

You've Been Gone So Long, Baby (Chapter Four)《Completed Series》

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt had never let anyone so deep into his life until you. But when everything was going so perfectly, when he didn't think he could possibly be happier, he loses everything he loves in a single second–and he's absolutely powerless to fix it.

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains heavy angst & delayed comfort until the end

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: Another angsty chapter with no comfort. You can find the chapter list for this series here. Enjoy!

Year 3

"Hey Matty, I'm running a bit late. You remember how I said I was craving pasta?"

Matt was sitting at his desk a couple of hours past the time he usually left the office, braille papers spread across the surface for a case he'd been working overtime on with Foggy. He was rolling his sleeves up to his elbows as he heard your adorable laugh through his phone, a small smile slipping onto his face at the sound of it. 

"Funny story actually. I was leaving work and I passed that diner again and don't hate me, but I needed the bacon cheeseburger. I know, I know. 'You’re eating another bacon cheeseburger again,  baby?' you ask. Yes, Matty, my love. It’s called being pregnant. But don’t worry, I grabbed you that chicken caesar wrap you like there this time!"

He smiled wider at the sound of your voice trying to pacify him in the message. It was the third time that week you'd grabbed dinner for the both of you at that diner because neither of you had had time to cook. Work had been keeping both of you busy that week and you had offered to pick something up whenever you had gotten out of the office knowing how much he had been stressed that week. 

"Blame your daughter. She clearly has a thing for bacon cheeseburgers. …and cheesecake. I may have grabbed cheesecake…"

A faint chuckle left him. You'd surprisingly shared the cheesecake with him that night. 

"Okay, well I'm on my way back–oh, sorry!–and I should be home just after you get back. So I'll see you in a little bit my wonderful, handsome, overworked husband who is totally okay with another dinner from Graham's Diner again! I love you, Matty!"

The automated voice of Matt's voicemail came on next, reading out the timestamp of the next saved message on his phone. A faint smile still lingered across his mouth as he rested his elbows on his desk, his focus no longer on his work.

"Mr. Ellsworth!"

Matt laughed lightly at the sound of your over-excited voice once again coming through the speaker of his phone. 

"Oh my God that was bothering me all day! The professor I was telling you about last night, his name was Mr. Ellsworth. I swear that man spent a few three hour lectures talking about just a single word from a sentence out of an entire book. I swear the guy next to me got a good nap in once every week just because of that class. Okay, anyway, not the reason I called."

Leaning further forward on his desk, Matt rested his chin in his hands. He closed his eyes and listened to your animated voice as you spoke. You always had been so lively, certainly a presence one could hardly ignore. And if he focused hard enough, sometimes he could listen to your old messages and trick himself into thinking he would come home from work to find you there, listening to something on the television while you finished making dinner. Maybe with a glass of orange juice for yourself–a craving you’d often had–and a beer ready for him. And then, after he had changed in the bedroom, he'd come out and wrap you in a hug, his hands cradling your baby bump as you made this sweet contented noise low in your throat, too quiet for anyone else to hear but him. And then you would turn in his arms and pull him into a kiss before asking how his day was. The two of you would enjoy dinner together before he would clean up while you rested your sore feet on the couch. Usually sex followed shortly after–pregnancy had made you quite insatiable in the bedroom, a perk Matt had certainly enjoyed.

"So I just stopped by to see Maggie on my way home. I wanted to have her over Friday night, remember? She said she’s looking forward to it and that you have the world’s greatest wife, but I’m guessing you already knew that.”

His smile widened, an ear turning closer to the speaker on his phone. Yes, he certainly had already known that.

“So don’t make Friday night Josie plans with Fog and everyone this week, okay? Just wanted to let you know! And also–” your voice dropped into something low and sultry, the tone of it raising the hair along Matt’s forearms even now, “–there’s an appetizer waiting for you in the bedroom when you get home. Hint: it’s me. See you real soon, Matty.”

Swallowing hard, he heard the automated voice once again abruptly cut through his office, the sound breaking through his efforts to pretend you were still here. It began reading off the next timestamp of the following saved message, Matt’s eyes opening as he frowned. If only he had more than your voice.

“Rise and shine sleepy Devil of mine! I ran out to grab coffee and pastries because you looked like you could use some cheering up after the night out you had last night. And apparently I was right, because somehow I managed to slip out of bed without waking you. Which is…honestly impressive. I’m impressed with myself. I’ve never managed that before. But I’ll be back soon–”

Three hesitant knocks came on Matt’s door and he jumped in his desk chair, realizing quickly that Foggy was now standing just inside his office. Matt reached out and picked up his phone, immediately saving the message before shifting his focus to Foggy who was tentatively making his way over to Matt’s desk.

“Hey, just checking in, man,” Foggy said. “It’s starting to get late so I was going to call it a night. Maybe you should, too.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll just uh, gather my things,” Matt replied, forcing a smile onto his face. When Foggy didn’t move, he quickly added on, “You don’t have to wait for me, Fog. We both know I’ll get home safe.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Foggy said.

Matt began gathering up the scattered papers, but he was aware of the fact that Foggy was still standing there, adjusting the strap of his briefcase on his shoulder. Straightening the stack of papers he’d collected, he focused back on Foggy, raising his brows.

“Something else?” he asked.

“You were listening to her voicemails again,” Foggy pointed out.

Matt’s dark brows drew together, his hands gripping the stack of paper tighter. “Yes,” he answered.

“Don’t you think maybe you…shouldn’t?” Foggy asked him nervously.

Matt’s head tilted to the side, his senses scrutinizing his friend. He could hear the sudden uptick in Foggy’s heart, the increase in his body temperature, and he noted the way Foggy was now drumming his fingers nervously along the leather strap of his briefcase.

“Why?” Matt asked stiffly. “It’s all I really have left of her.”

“It’s just–it’s been almost three years, Matt,” Foggy said slowly. “Don’t you think maybe you should try to move forward? Try to date again?”

Slowly, Matt lowered the stack of papers back down to his desk. “She was my wife, Foggy. She still is,” he told him, a bitter edge to his words.

“But don’t you want to be happy again, man?” Foggy pressed, taking another step closer to his desk. “I mean, Matt, you’re like a shell of yourself. Ever since she disappeared. And I know I can’t possibly understand how you’re feeling and what you’re going through, but you’re just sitting and soaking in that pain and misery, man. Just marinating in it. Still listening to her old messages just to hear her voice. When are you going to try to live your life again? How long are you going to wait for her?”

Matt’s tongue slipped out between his lips, his focus shifting down towards his desk. Something sharp twisted in his chest at his best friend’s words. He knew he’d been tormenting himself over the past few years, still clinging to your small presence in his life in whatever way he could. Your clothes were still in his closet and taking up the left side of his dresser. That storage bin of baby items was still shoved in the left hand corner of his closet just underneath your blouses and skirts. He still bought your favorite coffee just so his apartment smelled like it always used to in the mornings whenever he brewed it now. And yes, he still listened to the six voicemails on his phone that he had of you. He wished he had more.

“I don’t know,” Matt whispered, the familiar threat of tears stinging at his eyes. “I don’t know, Foggy.”

“It’s not healthy, Matt,” Foggy said gently. “What you’re doing to yourself, it’s not healthy. You need to grieve and move forward. Move on with your life.”

“I–I don’t know if I can,” he confessed. 

“You’ve never tried,” Foggy pointed out. “Maybe you should.”

Matt could feel his lips beginning to tremble at the thought of moving on. Of putting both of you in his past. Just like so many others before you he’d had to grieve the loss of, now he was supposed to grieve for both of you? Accept that you were…really gone? Never coming back?

“I don’t mean you need to go on a date this week or even this month,” Foggy continued carefully. “I know you’re not quite there yet. But maybe you should try to stop listening to her messages? Maybe…get rid of the television you bought only for her? Take down the wedding photos? Because even if you can’t see them, I know you know they’re there. At least put them in a drawer or your closet.”

Matt exhaled a trembling breath, his mouth feeling like it was going dry. Was it really time for him to try to move forward? Or at least consider the idea of it? The thought of that had a sick feeling rolling in his gut.

“Matt?” Foggy asked hesitantly. “You alright?”

He cleared his throat a couple of times, his hand reaching out and finding his glasses on his desk. “Yeah, Fog, I’m fine,” he said, pulling the glasses on. “I’ll uh, I’ll give it some thought.”

“Alright, buddy,” Foggy replied, taking a step back. “I’m going to get back before Marci wonders what’s taking so long. Make sure you get some rest, we have that meeting at eight sharp tomorrow morning, okay?”

Matt gave a stiff nod, a tight smile sliding across his face. As he listened to Foggy turn to leave, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had a point. It wasn’t healthy what he was doing to himself day after day, year after year. Maybe he did need to consider moving forward. But even just the thought of that had a few tears trailing down his cheeks.

[supernatural-rp]

Dean Winchester X Fem!reader

{Adopted Sister}

‼️TW:‼️Mentions of death, trauma, nightmares, flashbacks, {slight} panic attack

Earlier that night after Sam, Dean, and Y/N returned from a hunt, things went downhill with Y/N. The Winchesters had adopted her when she was younger. After having lost her mom and dad at a young age, Dean and Sam took her in under their wing.

Now, she was 18 years old. She still had nightmares and flashbacks from the night that she watched her parents die. The night she was saved by Sam and Dean. As Y/N laid there in her bed, tears rolled down her cheeks as she remembered what it was like to have a family. To have her mom and dad with her. It wasn’t long before she finally cried herself to sleep.

The next case they took on, left a hole in Y/N’s heart. The shapeshifter had somehow managed to convince her that her mother was still alive. She chased after something that wasn’t there.

“Y/N?! Where the hell did she go?” Dean said, scouring back around the building. Sam met back up with Dean at the Impala.

“Let’s hope the shapeshifter didn’t get her.” Sam said worriedly. Dean rolled his eyes. “Nah, she’s gotten pretty good at being a hunter. Ain’t no monster messing with her.” Dean leaned against the Impala.

A few minutes later, Y/N came running up. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Let’s go!” She quickly hopped into the back seat, as she leaned against the window.

Dean glanced at Y/N as he and Sam got in. Dean started up the Impala and drove off. He kept looking back at her. “Y/N? What happened back there, kid?” Dean asked. Sam looked back at her. A worried and concerned expression came over his face.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” She replied, as she stared at the window, watching the trees and buildings fly by.

Later that evening, Dean went to check on his little sister. He knocked on her door. “Hey, kid, dinner is ready.” When he got no response, he listened closely as heard soft crying.

He picked her door’s lock, and went inside, closing the door behind him. He knelt down, lifting her chin up. He saw her eyes red from crying and her wet cheeks.

“Talk to me, Y/N. What happened back there?” Dean asked her. “And don’t say nothing. I know something happened.”

“The shapeshifter- he- he-looked like her. I thought he was-“ She began to have a panic attack. “I thought she was alive. I thought-” Her were shaking, her breathing was rapid.

Dean grabbed both of her hands in his. He knew she was having a panic attack. “Listen to me, I know that watching your parents die the way that you did was torture, but you are not alone. You have me and Sammy. And Cas. And not to mention, Jack too. So, whatever that shapeshifter made you think, it wasn’t real.” He told her softly, lifting her chin up with his hand.

Y/N sniffled. Dean wiped her tears away. “He looked like my mother, Dean. I really thought she was alive somehow.” Y/N told him. “And I see all these other girls with their moms and dads and it makes me think about the night mine died. If you and Sammy hadn’t been there when you did, I wouldn’t be here. It’s not fair, Dean.”

Dean listened to her. “I know you do, I know it’s not fair. And I’m sorry that Sammy and I didn’t get there in time to save your parents, but we did save you.” Dean kissed the top of her head. “Come on, I got you your favorites. Double bacon cheeseburgers with extra extra bacon, onion rings, and fried pickles.” He smiled a little. She smiled and took his hand. “You got the pie right?” She asked. “You’re damn right I got the pie.” He followed after her back to the kitchen.

Sam looked up as his brother and sister came back into the kitchen. “You alright, Y/N?” Sam asked her. He could tell she’d been crying.

She shook her head, sitting down on the couch. “The shapeshifter looked like my mom.” And that was Y/N said, before eating her food quietly.

Dean looked at her, then back at Sam. “I wish we’d gotten there sooner.” He whispered to his brother. Sam nodded in agreement. “I know. Me too.”

Castiel and Jack returned not long after the previous nights events. Y/N was passed out on the couch. Dean had covered her up with a blanket.

“Is she okay?” Castiel asked, walking in with Jack following behind him.

“Shapeshifter got to her. Made her think it was her mother.” Dean replied with a mouthful of pie. “You guys missed everything.”

Jack looked over at a sleeping Y/N. “Has she been up all night?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, Dean and I stayed up with her. Comforting her.” Sam replied.

“You guys should go get some sleep. Me and Jack will look over her.” Castiel said, looking at Sam then at Dean.

“If anything happens, Cas, you wake us up.” Dean told him. Then, he headed off to his room to get some sleep. Then, Sam went to his room.

[evansbby]

Hi, dad, it’s me, YOUR CHILD!! I know I'm technically in utero right now, but I need to warn you about Peter Parker before it's too late. I really don’t want a dickless wimp for a stepfather, or any wimpy half-siblings, so please come beat up Peter and bring us home. Mom is stressed af and it's making her constipated, so she hasn't been feeding me. I want a bacon cheeseburger with donuts instead of buns. And a Hi-Ci Orange.

Best wishes, Baby Rogers.

P.S. will you teach me how to do a cannonball?

Well, you certainly have your priorities straight so that means you are undoubtedly my baby. Hang in there, I’m going to save you soon. Could you just tell me your location so I could pick you and mommy up? Let me know, little guy/girl🙏🏼

And of course I’ll teach you how to do the best damn cannonball ever (not if you’re a girl or an omega though, because omegas don’t do cannonballs and you’ll hurt yourself)

—Dad🏈💪 (Steve)

[isawthetvglow]

five guys bacon cheeseburger with fries and a salted caramel chocolate milkshake save me

[thecolorfulescape]

November 27th, 2023

Today, I feel like I have no self-control. For about 14 months now, I have been very "good." I cook almost every single meal at home, and make serious attempts to limit myself to whole, healthy food options during the work week. This originally started as a money saving measure (a divorce definitely forces you to re-examine your spending), but also stemmed from a mini cancer scare that I had late last year. Don't worry - I'm fine. I had a preventative procedure to remove the abnormalities, but events like that really make you re-evaluate your overall health choices (both for longevity's sake, but also because healthcare, even when you have insurance, is fucking expensive - though I won't go into that right now, otherwise I could go on forever). Throughout the day, you'll usually find me eating things like yogurt, fruits, vegetables, nuts, cheeses, and whole grain bread (or cereal). I also consciously make an effort to opt for chicken or fish more often than red or processed meats, and avoid foods with too many added sugars. Evenings and weekends are when I let loose a little. If I've been doing well for a few days, I'll treat myself to a greasy cheeseburger for dinner, or maybe a big side of bacon if I go out to brunch with friends. You still gotta live a little, and a bowl of ice cream from time to time can certainly help keep you sane. From the moment I opened my eyes this morning, all of that flew completely out the window. I don't know if it's because we're coming out of a holiday weekend, or if it's because I took additional time off and have mentally checked out, but I've been on a real "I don't give a fuck" rampage all day. I woke up, knowing full well that I had taken the day off to with the intention of being somewhat productive - maybe get a head start on Christmas shopping, or do some reorganizing in my apartment. Nope! I wrapped myself in a blanket, rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the fridge around 11am - I stared at some fruit for a while until I finally shut the fridge door, and shuffled back to bed. I ordered a Reuben sandwich on UberEATS and cracked open a soda, in spite of the fact that I was eating stuff like leftover pie, corned beef hash, and bacon all weekend. It's now after 3pm and I still haven't done jack shit (aside from eat my sandwich, drink my soda, and pet my cat). My friends tell me that I've been working too hard lately, and that I deserve a day of "treating" myself. That said, does it still really count as "treating" myself if I've already spent the last 4 days catching up on sleep and not worrying about what I eat? Why am I still doing this? Am I honestly practicing self care, or am I just making excuses to fall back into old, immature habits? I know that I'm likely being too hard on myself. Perhaps it's seasonal, or maybe I really am burnt out. I just know that I'm going to have to be more self aware, especially now that we're smack dab in the middle of the holiday season. Ugh. Send help.

[guardian5tiger3]

You guys guess what happened to me tonight. This is so real

FUCKING POSTED THIS AND LOOKED AND THE CLOCK SAYS 11:11

(have faith this gets deep as fuck I swear.)

So I left work and the second I walked out the door there's this older lady walking I said hey ma'am you want a cheeseburger?(free from my work I got it knowing to give it to someone. ) Well she said no she doesn't eat beef she started saying how she needed money for her hotel room and her mom is having health issues so I gave her like 30 of the 40 she needed and hugged her said I love you god loves you honey. And I know it was meant to be but I said damnit spirit pay me back!!!. Well I kept walking and somewhere I took a wrong turn but I was communicating with my guides and they said honey just keep walking were we tell you while I'm walking in the darkest goddamn area you can be in and Im like dudes I'm so lost what is this. And they said we're walking with you don't worry I said I know ok. Well I took two left turns and I said goddamnit I'm lost. Well I'm also on the verge of withdrawaling from nicotine(long story for another day) I was walking back up a street a block over but in the direction I was coming from and I just knew to talk to this dude I said hey u smoke cigarettes? He said yeah shit but I don't got none I said oh fuck I was gonna trade someone half this goddamn bacon cheeseburger for one and started heading off. He said hold up I got one Newport left😂. So we traded and both said fuck yeah fuck yeah this a good burger. And I kept on in the same direction towards this cop car. This is where it gets fucking crazy. I said hey officer I have insomnia lowkey I took a wrong turn can you tell me how to get home my phone's dead blah dah dah right. And I look and there's fucking police tape all through this street to the left of me I said oh goddamnit that's the bridge I'm supposed to walk under to get to and from work I just turn right and I'm home. A guy comes over and we start discussing what we think happened. Somebody got fucking shot there and I was supposed to be walking there about the exact same damn time that happened. Literally it would have been the same time. And the guy was nice I felt like we were meant to cross paths too. I fucked with him matter fact we walked basically the whole way back to my place together minus the last turn I was supposed to take. So I got half a cheeseburger, a Newport, and my life saved or at least I got saved from some trauma, and I made a lot of friends along the way. Thank you spirit.

[rat-bastard-fics]

Incorrigible

Summary: After a particularly frustrating hunt, Dean is finding himself frustrated in more ways than one and POV knows exactly how to frustrate him more.

Warnings: talk of sex, teasing, flirting, drinking, kissing

Word count: ~650

MASTERLIST

Dean, Sam, and I sit mindlessly in a side booth at some shitty bar. We just finished a pain-in-the-ass hunt and it was time to kick back with a beer and some grub. The waitress finally brings our food over—a bacon cheeseburger for Dean, some cheesy fries for me, and, of course, a side salad for our famously health conscious compadre. The waitress winked at Sam, her number written on the receipt, and I nod my head towards her as she walks away.

“You should hop on that.” Sam looks at me funny and Dean agrees.

“She’s right, Sammy. Your side of the motel has been like the dry lands for months.”

“Gross.” Sam wrinkles his nose and takes another sip of his beer. “And rude.”

“I swear to god, Sam, with how wet she already is, I’m tempted to finish her off in the bathroom.” Dean looked at me, eyes wide with ideas, and Sam sighed.

“If I go talk to her will you guys shut up?” Dean and I look at each other before nodding and Sam pushes himself up before approaching the cute waitress.

“So you’d finish her off, huh?” Dean tries to play it cool like the idea didn’t make his dick twitch but I know better.

“Why, Dean? Are you picturing it?”

“Depends, what am I picturing?” I bite my lip, leaning closer to the older Winchester.

“Her back pressed against the bathroom wall, nipples hard, as I…” I flick my tongue between two fingers and he swallows hard.

“And then?” I laugh, eating a fry off my plate carelessly.

“I think I’ll save the rest for her.” He nods, sipping his beer to wet his, I’m sure, dry mouth. “I’m beginning to think you need a good lay as much as Sam does.” He laughed.

“Almost.”

“Almost?”

“I’m not nearly as desperate as Sam.”

“What, you think you need to be desperate to pick her up?” I nod towards the waitress Sam is currently flirting with. He shook his head no. “She seems like just about anyone’s type”

“What, you have a type?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Everyone has a type. Mine varies.” He nods and I can tell he has questions, “spill it, Winchester.”

“So you swing both ways, right?” I nod, sipping my beer and eating another fry, “so what’s your type for uh- for men.”

I smile, knowing what he’s getting at. Dean and I had had a flirty relationship since I’d met him years ago. “I’m not sure, Sam’s pretty cute.” He snorts.

“Sam?”

“Probably the second cutest out of his siblings.” Dean raised an eyebrow, licking his bottom lip and smiling slyly at me.

“So who’s the first?” I can hardly contain my snicker. Turning towards him I let my fingers dance along his bicep. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a few fantasies in mind pertaining to Dean.

“Hmmm, maybe Adam?” Dean groaned.

“Are you fricken kidding me?” I laughed loudly.

“Why, who were you hoping I’d say?” He grumbles under his breath and I can tell I’ve made him insecure. Sighing, I grab his chin and turn his face towards mine before proceeding to comb my fingers through his hair, “Dean Winchester, are you getting soft on me?”

“Oh, baby, you know you’ve only ever made me hard.” He winks and I laugh out loud.

“You’re incorrigible.” Pulling him towards me, I press my lips to his. Almost immediately, Dean presses a hand to my hip and begins sliding it down to my ass. Before he can get too invested, I pull away, dragging his lip between my teeth. “I promise, you’re very cute.” I kiss his cheek once more before moving his hand back to his own space and proceeding to eat my fries.

“You’re a goddamn tease, you know that?”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.”

[portaltothevoid]

Foolin’ (15/20) // eddie munson x ofc

Summary: Kat gets into a fight with her aunt and confides in Robin, Steve, and Dustin about what she should do regarding Eddie.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of abandonment, internal struggling, angst, angst, angst

Taglist: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @michele131 @riffcrusader

Kat abruptly put her car in park. All she wanted was the quiet solitude of her room. The only thing she wanted to do was surrender to a slumber where she didn’t have to remember anything that happened in the past two days. Eddie was going to try and talk to her. So many different scenarios filled her head with any and all of his possible reactions. As much as she was running away from him, she longed to run to him too. The hangover she had wasn’t the only thing splitting her head in two. 

For once her aunt was actually home, which was to be expected as it was the one time Kat wished she wasn’t. She went into the house, hoping Linda would be distracted enough to not notice she was home early. “Kat? Is that you?” She heard her call from the kitchen. So much for that. 

“Hey, Aunt Linda.” Kat hoped her voice just sounded more tired than anything.

“What are you doing home from school so early? Everything alright?” She asked, concerned.

“Yeah, I just have a killer headache. I made it through my English test and there wasn’t anything important for the rest of the day, so I thought I’d head home early.”

“I’m making bacon cheeseburgers. I’ll save you one. It’ll probably help when you wake up. Here, have some water though.” She said as she poured then handed Kat a glass of water.

“Thanks,” Kat said quietly, taking a big sip. She was surprised at how thirsty she was.

“Kat, before you go upstairs, and since you’re here, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Yeah?”

“Sherri, you know from across the street? Well, she informed me that there’s been a beat up van parking outside the house. Is that a friend of yours?”

Kat tensed up instantly. She already didn’t like where this was going. “Yeah, it’s my friend Eddie’s. We meet here and take my car. Why? Is that a problem for Sherri?” Her tone became increasingly defensive. 

“It’s just… It’s rare for cars like that to appear in this neighborhood. She was concerned.”

Kat scoffed. “Oh, concerned? Concerned about what? Having a temporary eyesore across the street? Should just tell her to mind her own goddamn business.”

“Kat! What is this about?”

“You know, Eddie gets enough shit from the people in this town. Now I have to hear about ‘Sherri’ being just as judgemental as everyone else, just because of his stupid van?” The heat started rising in Kat. Her anger simmered throughout her. She needed to get this under control.

“Wait, are you talking about the Munson boy?” Linda questioned cautiously.

“Yes? Don’t even–”

“Kat. You can’t be friends with him! He is not good company to keep. His family, they are definitely not good people. Can’t say I’m surprised, you’d gravitate towards this town’s main derelict. Please, Kat, you can’t keep repeating the same patterns. I am just trying to look out for you and your own good!” Linda rushed everything she had to say, hoping to get it all out, hoping Kat would understand she was just concerned for her niece.

A quiet stillness befell her and she could only stare at her aunt in shock. She really thought her aunt was not just like everyone else in this stuck up, pretentious town. In reality, it didn’t surprise her upon this realization. Linda was her mother’s sister after all. Just because she couldn’t keep up with the Los Angeles socialites, didn’t mean she didn’t harbor their prejudices. All the while, Kat was seething.

“Have you ever had a conversation with him?” Kat asked too calmly.

“Well no, but his family has a reputa–”

“Then shut. Your. Mouth. I’ll have you know he has been the only person who has stopped at nothing to want to get to know me, for me. I haven’t met anyone kinder or more understanding than him in my whole goddamn life. You have no idea of the shit he’s been through. You don’t know the first goddamn thing about him! Does my opinion mean nothing to you? Do you hold the town gossip that high?” Kat’s voice crescendoed more so than Eddie’s did in the lunchroom. The storm that had started inside her earlier was about to be unleashed as her anger came to a boil. Her fists were balled up by her sides. She could feel this current of electricity pulsing through her. Linda was absolutely shocked by this outburst.

“Do not ever speak to me that way again. Do you hear me? You are under my roof. It is because of my kindness that you are even here! You do this again–”

“You’ll what? Ship off me somewhere else? Oh, because that has never happened before! Figures you’d be just like the rest of them! I ruffle a couple feathers and away I go! Make me someone else's problem, right?!” Kat yelled and then laughed maniacally.  It felt like the electric current of fury was radiating off her. She was too enraged to notice that the lights were starting to flicker. 

Linda started backing away from her. Her eyes darted around to all the lights as a look of absolute horror became painted across her face. “Oh no. It’s– it’s happening again,” Linda said softly to herself. “Kat, I… I’m sorry. Look, why don’t we finish this conversation later, alright? When we’re both in a better frame of mind? I didn’t mean– I didn’t want to upset you. Please, know I would never send you away from here. I couldn’t do that to you.” She hoped speaking in a compassionate tone would be enough to at least bring Kat down a few levels. 

Kat tightened her jaw. At some point, she had relaxed her hands during her last mini-rant, but she eyed a couple soda cans left on the counter. She looked at them, then at Linda, and back at the cans. She brought her hand into a fist again, the cans simultaneously collapsing in on themselves as she did so. This exerted enough energy from Kat that she simply shot Linda a look that could practically kill before she turned and dashed up the stairs to her room. Kat thought she had closed her door as she walked by it, but halfway into her room, she simply waved her hand behind her and it slammed shut.

Linda let out a heavy sigh once the door shut and the lights stopped flickering. She immediately went over to the phone. “Hank, it’s– how bad are things going to get for Hawkins? … Yes I know you told me not to worry and you had it under control there. … Hank, listen! It’s happening again! She…We got into an argument. Her power…It– It’s only grown. She has no idea. … The lights flickered. She looked at two soda cans and they crumpled! Two of them, Hank! At the same time! Not even 011 could do that. Well, that we know of. The energy was palpable. She had to do something to get it to stop. I told you she should have gone to Lenora! … I can’t for another two weeks. We need to keep the trip as scheduled. … Hank, I have been working doubles. I have to put my time in, so they don’t question it. You know this. … Alright. … Yes. Yes, I’ll keep an eye on her. I’ll let you know if anything else happens.” She hung up the phone, casting a worried glance up the stairs. 

Meanwhile, Kat immediately went to rapidly thumb through her records until she found the one that would channel her emotions the best. She had yet to stop seeing red. Everything was catching up with her. All the emotions she had repressed to make it through school flooding through all her senses. After putting her stereo at an almost obnoxious volume, she fell back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. The sounds of Slayer’s album, Hell Awaits, blocked out the storm inside her enough to keep her at bay. Eventually, she drifted into a dreamless sleep, exhausted from all of today’s events.

When she woke up, the house was silent. It was almost dark. She glanced over at her clock, seeing it was just about half past four. Luckily her headache had mostly subsided, but her stomach was growling. 

Still completely dressed, she went downstairs to see if there was anything in the kitchen. Catching sight of the two soda cans she crushed without even touching then, she got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Guilt wrapped itself around her, not because of the way she had spoken to her aunt, but only because of how harshly she had said it. She wished she could have just told Linda how much she loved him, but how could she tell her that when she could barely even admit that to herself? Nevertheless, her point stood still, although she could no longer stand to be in that house. Her backpack had been dropped on the floor earlier, so she reached in, grabbing her wallet, then keys off the table in the foyer, before she headed out in search of dinner. 

Winding up at a McDonald’s, she scarfed down a Big Mac with extra pickles and extra Mac sauce, fries, and a Sprite. Afterwards, she drove around town. While she knew where she was, she felt completely lost. All she wanted to do was run to Eddie and tell him what had happened, but what if he wanted nothing to do with her? He easily could have been walking towards her to tell her to leave him alone, that she was too much, too forward, or that he already had enough to deal with what people said about him around town and that he couldn’t take on the gossip about her too. Deep down, she knew that was not true. He did promise her he would never abandon her; however, that promise was made after a night of partying. The disbelief that someone would stick by their word when it came to her had clouded her judgement. 

She looked around, taking in where exactly she was in Hawkins. Upon realizing she was less than ten minutes away from Family Video, she decided since she couldn’t run to Eddie, confiding in Robin would work just as well. In the event she wasn’t working, she hoped maybe Steve would hear her out, assuming Robin talked to him about everything. Then again, she vaguely knew that Eddie confided in Dustin, and Dustin confided in Steve, so chances were good that if she had to settle for him, he’d have an idea of what she needed to sort out.

Thankfully, at this point everyone had gotten their movies for the evening or had gotten them yesterday for Halloween as the store looked empty. She saw a kid with curls billowing out from under his hat emphatically talking to Steve and Robin. Recognizing Dustin immediately, she let out a surprising sigh of relief that all three of them were there.

“Steve, he was acting insane. He yelled at Nancy. Well, not at her, but he was like ‘How ‘bout a cover story?’ and making this huge scene. I mean he acts up a lot, but never like that.”

“Clearly your new best friend really likes–”

“Kat! Hey! Hi! I was so worried about you today. I wanted to check on you, but I couldn’t find you anywhere, and then you weren’t at lunch, and…How are you doing? Are you okay? Do you need to rent E.T.? I’ve noticed you do that a lot. I’m guessing it’s a comfort movie. Not that I remember in a weird stalker way, just I notice repeats with a lot of customers.” Robin interrupted Steve with her nervous rambling as she saw Kat had walked into the store. Dustin and Steve exchanged wide eyed looks at each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was walking in!” Dustin whispered harshly at Steve who just waved his hands around in an exasperated expression. 

“Because I was… ugh.” Steve shook his head and dropped his hands to his sides, giving up trying to explain it to Dustin.

Kat laughed for the first time that day. “I know what you mean, Robin. No, not sure I’m gonna get a movie today. I’m, uh… Well, I needed to talk about some things that happened last night, because I’m just…I’m really confused and I don’t know if I fucked everything up and…” Kat confessed, almost getting choked up from keeping everything to herself all day. Once she started she couldn’t help everything from spilling out. 

Robin could see the tears welling in her eyes and gave Steve a panicked look. “Oh, um, oh no. Crying. Kat’s crying. I don’t do well with heavy emotions. Um, yeah, just… We’ll listen. We can talk about it, um, it’ll…be…okay?” Robin and Steven both moved from behind the counter to attempt to somehow console her. Dustin, seeing as he was the closest to Kat, rushed over to give her a hug. This snapped her back to the present moment, keeping the tears at bay for now. “Aw, Kat, don’t cry!” She smiled and returned the hug as she really needed some comfort.

After the hug, Steve said, with concern in his voice, “Alright, Kat, tell us what happened. Because from what I heard they were out for blood today.” 

“So, these girls were talking shit about me and Eddie outside of the bathroom. Maybe I had too tight of a grip on their shoulders and told them to keep our names out their mouths. Like, there are totally worse threats I could have made. So then, Eddie and I left. I was drunk, like really drunk.”

“Yep, we saw that,” Steve nodded.

“Right. Also, sorry Steve if I was mean to you defending Eddie.”

“Wait, what did you say about Eddie?” Dustin questioned Steve.

“It doesn't matter. What else happened, Kat?” 

“Ok, well, I might have been a little…touchy? Not in a gross way. Just…I cried a little. And sort of begged him not to leave me? I guess. I don’t know. I have abandonment issues. Anyway, then those girls with their stupid boyfriends saw us and one fell into a bush. So like, that’s all fine. Um, but, it was really hitting me when we got back to my house. I sort of… I kind of kissed him? But he broke away and I don’t remember if he said we couldn’t or shouldn’t, because then I ralphed and he held my hair back and then I passed out. So, um, yeah. And I couldn’t face him today, because what if he wants nothing to do with me anymore? And he’s like my best friend here and I just– I don’t want to be miserable anymore.” Kat exhaled after getting all of that out in the open. She looked worriedly at the others, hoping that the fact she had used some kind of jedi-mind-power tricks to get the jocks to shut up for once wasn’t that pertinent to the whole story.

“So, do you like him?” Steve asked her.

“What? I didn’t say that. I–”

“Kat. You cried telling him not to leave you and then you kissed him when you were drunk. I know for a fact you, sober, would never do that, but clearly after some drinks your true feelings came out. And I told you, he is so into you.” Robin reiterated to her.

“Well, does it even matter now?! He probably just wants to be friends and I made it weird.”

“Do you wanna know what happened at lunch today, Kat? Do you wanna know what Eddie did?” Dustin asked, leaning back on the counter, putting his hands together.

“Oh no. What did he do?” 

“First off, he was in rare form today. He was extra snappy. Almost thought he was gonna slap Jeff for saying…uh, assuming things about last night. I talked him down from that ledge, until some girls were saying something about you. At least, I think that’s what set him off. He got up in front of the whole cafeteria, basically yelled, asking if anyone would like an interview to talk about what actually happened. That was when he brought up Nancy, asking about putting it in the school paper. Then he just stormed out of there. From the time I’ve known him, he would not do that for just anyone. So, you, Kat, mean a whole hell of a lot to him. I mean there’s that and the fact he talks about you all the time. I can’t even tell you how long he’s been trying to figure you out.”

Kat’s eyes filled with adoration at Dustin’s retelling of today’s lunch. “So, it’s okay if I remember everything from last night? He won’t… You guys don’t think he’ll push me away?”

“You mean, like you’re doing to him? No, he won’t. There is no way. Kat, seriously. Steve and I have barely spoken to the guy. We know he feels something for you.” Robin reasoned.

“Seriously. Seeing you two at that party, if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you two were an item.” Steve revealed.

“Please, please trust me on this Kat. You guys are fine. If anything, he’s probably pacing around right now worrying about you! Just go see him.” Dustin encouraged her.

Kat looked at her new group of friends. She threw her arms out and enveloped them all into a group hug. She was becoming a lot more affectionate lately. “Thank you, guys. So much. I really needed this.” She said as she hugged them tighter.

“Well, what are you waiting for! Go!” Steve waved his hand towards the door with a smile on his face. Even if he wasn’t the greatest at love, he sure was a sucker for it when he saw it.

Kat waved goodbye and turned to hurry back to her car.

“I expect a full report on Monday! Be safe! Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” Robin called after her. 

Feeling much better, she reached into her box of tapes, shuffling them around and blindly picked one out. She tried to open it without looking and let fate decide her music. It started playing right in the middle of “Die Hard the Hunter” by Def Leppard. Kat, content with her mystery selection, hummed along as she made her way to Eddie’s trailer. Before she knew it, the tape flipped. She froze when she heard the opening chords to track six off Pyromania.

“Foolin’,” was one of her favorite songs, possibly of all time. “Oh, I just gotta know, If you’re really there and you really care, ‘Cause baby I’m not, F-f-f-foolin’.” It touched on her past abandonment, the uncertainty of her future, and the struggle she had within – was she fooling herself into thinking Eddie cared? Or was she fooling herself thinking that he didn’t? Hearing the song’s outro, she finally had a realization that hit her like a Mack truck to the heart. 

She needed to stop fooling herself that she wasn’t irrevocably in love with Eddie Munson.

[phoenixrising0308]

Wacky Drabbles: Crave Case

Books: The Royal Romance Books all of them

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter:  🍋

Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC)

Wacky Drabble A/U: This story exists on its own and may or may not be a part of their journey together. Traits, personalities, and characters are all the same. Some canon characters may appear but in a different manifestation and by no means exist in that form in Agent Phoenix A/U this is not meant to be anything other than an A/U onto itself. Catch up with wacky drabbles here

Disclaimer

The Wacky Drabbles prompt “I’ve never lied to you.” and “I think it’s time I teach you about respect.

A/N: Onia is a fake comical kingdom I made up for comedic purposes 

Chapter Summary: Drake and Leo make a bet

Word count: 2,000 *please excuse any typo’s or grammatical errors

Average reading time: 8 minutes

* Leo’s face claim changed over the time I wrote him so this is an old moodboard the actor /model onced used for Leo quit working so I had limited pictures to choose from*

Cordonia- White Castle

The former Onian stripper punched the time clock ready to start her last shift. Casey was living in exile, she got into a fight with the king. They had agreed on a price for a lap dance 45 Onian rhinestones the county’s currency. The King ejaculated in his pants after 35 seconds and he refused to pay her. Fearing he would make the front page of a tabloid he imposed his sentence that very same night.

Casey took the opportunity to start off fresh and decided that try her hand at acting her true passion. Before she clocked in she received a call from her agent she landed the leading role in ‘Twilight the musical’ as Bella Swan. Her day couldn’t get any better or so she thought.

White Castle -Drive-Thru

Drake’s head was pressed against the steering wheel he was fed up with his new charge… the recently crowned queen Jessica Rys. He clung to hope that after the baby came she would be easier to work with and perhaps her brother in-law wouldn’t be so needy and return to his former glory.

“I want a crave case, chicken rings, and Mozzarella sticks.” Leo said as he took a sip from his big gulp diet soda then bit into the remainder of his Jalapeño cream cheese taquito.”

“Hmmm. I think I want two bacon cheeseburger sliders and one chicken waffle slider. Got to save room for the empanadas.”

Drake moved up in the drive-thru line and turned to look at Jessica and Leo. “Are you two fuckin’ done? I mean what the fuck. All I do is drive you around ordering food. Garcia, they don’t make empanadas here and if they do they probably taste like shit.”

Jessica said, “Why do I feel judged?”

“Because you are. I’m fuckin’ judging you.” Drake retorted.

“The baby wants White Castle,” Leo yelled.

“When did you become a womb psychic?”

“I’m a UILTF now I know these things. I’m in tune with OUR baby’s cravings. It’s a blessing and a curse.”

“What the fuck is a UILTF?” Drake asked.

“An uncle I’d like to fuck.” Leo said with a smile.

“Really? With a beard full of cream cheese. I will buy you a crave case if you fuckin’ pick up someone in an hour.” Drake teased.

“I’m UILFT. One hour? How insulting I could do it in 30 minutes or less.”

Drake chuckled and said,“Stop lying to yourself.”

“I’ve never lied to you. Drake, I think it’s time I teach you about respect. Papi agrees to your wager. I will sweet talk the next woman we meet.”

Drive-thru intercom: How I’m Casey how may I take your order.

Leo answered, “Hello sweetheart I’m Leo and I will be giving you my order for my pregnant sister-in-law, myself of course, and our grumpy chauffeur.”

“You fuckin’ ass hat,” Drake muttered.

Casey said, “That’s nice. Bet you must be excited to be an uncle.”

Leo said, “I’m thrilled. But Casey I want to know more about you this beautiful stranger behind the intercom. Tell me about yourself.”

Casey said, “Well I used to live in Onia.”

20 minutes later…

White Castle - Bathroom

Casey put her hands on the sides of Leo’s face and said, “Right here. I want it right here.”

She bit the bottom of Leo’s lip and started to unbuckle his pants.

“Casey I just want to make sure-”

“This is a one-time thing. I get it and I’m okay with it.”

Leo nodded, taking her word for it. He leaned in to kiss her gently, his hands eagerly exploring her body. Casey reached up to remove her baseball cap and toss it to the side, letting down her hair. He smirked, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth for a brief moment. His beard brushing on her delicate skin and making it redden a bit. She ground her hips against his, and he felt himself becoming harder.

Leo was quick to haphazardly ride her shirt up to unbutton her pants, taking her pants half off. One of the pant legs was on, the other off. Casey didn’t mind the chaotic setup, it seemed like she just wanted something inside of her to celebrate her impending stardom. Leo was happy to comply, pulling down his own jeans and boxers briefs to reveal his half-hard cock. Casey chewed on her bottom lip, staring down at it. Leo simply smiled in pride.

“Jump,” Leo mumbled, and she did. He carried her, turning so she was against the wall. Casey gasped when her body fell against the tile wall of the bathroom, spreading her legs further for him. He looked her up and down and it made his cock twitch against her thigh. “Look at you,” he cooed, lining himself up. “Beautiful” he mumbled, teasing her core with his member.

“You are an Uncle I’d like to fuck. I want it so bad,” Casey whispered. Leo smirked at her desperation, pushing his hair out of his face as he began to push into her, relishing in the way that she moaned almost immediately. “Fuck! You huge.” she groaned, tightening around him. Leo groaned, continuing to push inside of her. She melted against him as he bottomed out. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the overwhelming feeling of being so full. “More” Casey mumbled, clawing at his back desperately. Leo complied and began to thrust his hips up into her, making her moan pout, and shove her face into the crook of his neck, grinding down into him.

“You feel so fucking tight,” Leo groaned, his calculated thrusts driving her crazy. Pleasure ran down his spine, and it felt like electricity. He reached up to grab at her breasts, lifting up her shirt and bra so she was even more exposed. Casey loved it, tightening around him more and making him moan. He thrust up even quicker at that, setting a fast yet pace. He hit all of the rights spots inside of her, and it made her even wetter.

“Fuck yes,” Casey babbled, moaning out. She ground her hips down onto him, and the sound of their skin slapping was becoming louder and louder. She moaned, growing closer as he sent shocks of bliss through her body, her core thrumming in both desperation and satisfaction. “I love your cock.” she moaned, holding onto his shoulder and stopping her grinding so Leo could quickly thrust up into her, hitting so deep inside of her that her legs turned to jelly. She wasn’t even sure if she was going to be able to walk.

Leo spread her legs further to get to a better angle, finding the best one and staying there. “I love it, I love feeling like this,” Casey whimpered, tilting her head back until it was hitting the wall gently. That did not last long, as Leo wrapped his fingers in her hair, tilting her head up gently so he could see and admire what a mess she was over his cock. It was bringing him closer. He rubbed at her clit with his free hand, getting faster and faster. Casey cried out, so he let go of her hair to cover her mouth, her breathing becoming quick and messy as Leo pounded relentlessly inside of her. She cried out against his hand. Leo was proud of himself, almost arrogant as he sharply thrust into her.

When she finally fell off of the edge, she opened her mouth in a silent scream, thrusting her hips down and tightening around him. She began to moan in overstimulation when Leo kept thrusting into her, over and over again. Casey felt the aftershocks of her orgasm, twitching a bit in his arms. She tightened around him once more, and her noises sent him over the edge, groaning as he came inside of her. He pulled out, watching as it went down her thigh. That was amazing,” Casey whispered, tilting her head back against the wall once more. Leo nodded in agreement.

[weabooweedwitch]

As a disabled person you have no idea how much these moving walkways in the airport are totally saving me right now and I very much appreciate how depending where you are you're just hitting one after the other. I had to walk from A74 to B5 and I had no idea airports could even have over 70 gates for a single airline 😩 and what's with airport food being so outrageous my god??? $20 for a bacon cheeseburger and some fries? They don't even have McDonald's and like regular affordable fast food anymore besides subway and I have like, subway ptsd from that time I missed the transfer flight to my grandmas funeral because I stopped to get a meatball sub 😩

Anyways my transfer in Detroit is going good! We're about to start boarding the flight to Buffalo in about 20 minutes and then after that, I can kind of chill in the airport and maybe grab some food and kill time because my bus into Canada isn't until 5pm which sucks but, what can you do. I'm just glad I haven't hit any problems so far, but once I land in Buffalo I definitely have to look in my checked suitcase to see if TSA took anything :( I tried to follow the guidelines but there were some things they might have taken like a half empty tube of toothpaste and hopefully not the soup my friend wants me to bring because apparently the dip is for like a little get together or something and its for more than just the two of us? So I can't let anyone down, haha. If the TSA took it I can always buy more, unless all the stores in Buffalo are completely cleared out because of the recent horrible bomb cyclone and the issues caused by that...

Also on a happier note oh my goodness my last flight had the tiniest little Yorkie on it 🥺❤ definition of a purse dog, she was carrying that thing one handed and it was so cute and well behaved, and I just noticed there's a woman with a dachshund on my flight to NY ❤

[nightcoremoon]

i have no problem with muslims whatsoever. however if one told me I was a shitty bad terrible person who should die because I eat pork, show my scalp, have sex, drink alcohol, smoke weed, etc etc, I’d beat their ass. i didn’t choose that faith, you did. don’t fucking violate my autonomy because you think that your personal choices should dictate everyone else’s. it would be shitty of me to sneak bacon into your food or rip your hijab off or force you to have sex without consent (extreme example) or secretly give you booze or edibles or something. I’m not going to force you to follow my personal choices because I respect you and yours. because that’s what a good person does. also islam actually forbids like 90% of the shitty behavior performed by the modern day organized religion that pretends to honor god but really just honors all fourteen points of fascism, kills individuality, and slaughter everyone who doesn’t conform. the individual muslims I’ve met have all been wonderful people who don’t deserve to be lumped into the worst the world has to offer. in a vacuum it’s a perfectly respectable & quite lovely culture. quite unlike christianity (yes all of it) and the state of israel.

same goes for vegans. eat your quinoa and kale and soy shit to your hearts content, I don’t give a fuck what you do and I’m not gonna make fun of you for it. but if you see me on my own eating a bacon cheeseburger, a slice of chocolate cake, or a surf n turf combo comprised of nine different kinds of dead animal, shut your fucking mouth and turn the other way if it bothers you. don’t come to my table and scream at me or my next meal is gonna be your corpse, asshole. whine and cry in your discord servers on your own time about how the worst thing that’s happening to any living creature in this world is a chicken’s egg being eaten. because that’s all you people ever seem to give a shit about. you never see vegans talking about human trafficking or war or slavery or state sanctioned genocide, it’s all #save the animals and let them vote too. unless you’re punk and when I say punk I mean real punk like I mean fucking bad brains and black flag and dead kennedys (not fakeass britpunk, pop punk, or other posers) but even then they know that the system is so broken and shitty and fucked that it’s literally impossible to be a vegan without a sufficient amount of privilege which is typically not awarded to communities of color, the working class, and the disabled. fuck all of you white vegan teens with dyed hair and an active twitter account you only use to harass people. but if you just don’t wanna eat meat eggs milk or whatever because of your personal choice, it’s totally cool. I love you.

[kepppler-22b]

I was working consessions for a home basketball game so I have some goofy stories (2) to share

A guy who was like behind 3 people in line looked me up and down and yelled directly at me as loud as he could

"CHEESEBURGER. PLEASE."

And!!

We were closing up and we saved 3 bacon cheese burgers for the coach and a guy asked for one and I go "we aren't selling them" and he looked me dead in the eye and went "I better get a fucking bacon cheese burger before I lose my shit."

[the-rock-cheat-meals-qa]

the rock cheat meals free 0F96%

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 5 Pints of Ice Cream. 2 Bacon Cheeseburgers and a “Midnight Sugar Train”. Dwayne Johnson doesn't mess around with his cheat meals. For his latest one he went with “Two fat 8oz double cheeseburgers with bacon and fries” and a “Double. After an intense workout, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is celebrating a cheat day as well as his first time ever trying In & Out. 9 We certainly do. The Rock famously adheres to a strict diet , except when cheat day rolls around. Then, he lives like a king and eats like an entire army. From sushi-filled plates bigger than your face to mounds of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, his cheat meals are the stuff of dreams. Here are the times we had serious food envy. For access to exclusive gear videos, celebrity interviews, and more, subscribe on YouTube! In order to view the gallery, please allow Manage Cookies. Men's Journal. Cancel OK. Men's Journal Your account. Privacy Policy Terms and Conditions. First Name. Select Male Female Non-Binary. Edit info Save Cancel. Shopping Preferences. What type of traveler are you? Unsubscribe from All Newsletters. Your Orders. You haven't placed any orders yet. Order details: Image. Your Subscriptions. Yes, please send me the Us Weekly Daily Newsletter with the latest news and photos of my favorite celebs! Yes, I also want to receive information about promotions, events, sweepstakes, giveaways, and other offers from UsMagazine. Yes, please send me the Mens Journal Offers and Promotions. Yes, please send me the Mens Journal Whiskey Wednesdays. Yes, please send me the Mens Journal Newsletter. Yes, please send me the In Touch Weekly Newsletter with the latest news and photos of my favorite celebs! Yes, I also want to receive information about promotions, events, sweepstakes, giveaways, and other offers from In Touch Weekly and trusted partners! Yes, please send me the Closer Weekly Newsletter with the latest news and photos of my favorite celebs! Yes, I also want to receive information about promotions, events, sweepstakes, giveaways, and other offers from Closer Weekly and trusted partners! Receive emails from Us Weekly Marketplace. Men's Journal Sign In. Need an account? Sign up now! Forgot password? Men's Journal Sign Up. Your password must include: Min 8 characters Min 1 lowercase character Min 1 uppercase character Min 1 number. I agree to the terms of the Terms and Conditions and the Privacy Policy. Men's Journal Forgot your password? Enter your email to receive activation code. Visit Google or Facebook to do that. Men's Journal Reset your password. An email has been sent to with a recovery code. Please enter it below: Enter new password Your password must include: Min 8 characters Min 1 lowercase character Min 1 uppercase character Min 1 number. More Videos. Account My Account Sign Out.

[rgrrabbit1]

Happy Food Friday! I’m not usually a fan of Disney Park burgers because there are so many other tastier options available. But this Spicy Guacamole Bacon Cheeseburger with steak fries and a pickle from Flo’s V8 Cafe was definitely a surprise! It lives up to the “spicy” in its name! You can definitely taste the chiles in the guacamole. So eat the burger first and save the pickle for after. Your mouth will appreciate it! 9/10 for me! It’s $15.49, and discounts apply. #SpicyGuacamoleBaconCheeseburger #FlosV8Cafe #CarsLand #DisneyCaliforniaAdventure #DCA #FoodFriday #DisneyEats #DisneyFood #Disneyland #DisneylandResort #DisneyFan #DisneyFun #DisneyLife #DisneyLove #DisneyGeek #DisneyMagic #DisneyCreators #DisneylandMagicKey #MagicKeyHolder #MagicKey #DreamKey #FollowJoy https://www.instagram.com/p/CeFLjQYJE__/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=