#curse my shitty joints

[tinymute]

@rubiesintherough​ asked:

❝ this is gonna hurt like hell, okay? ❞    ( dustin )

Tears were streaming down her face as she stared at Dustin. Other than her father, he was the only person she trusted. With her father out of town for work, when Juliette hurt herself...it was Dustin she went to. For years, it had been known that Juliette had awful joints that tended to bend in ways they were not meant to and pop out if she wasn’t careful. 

Today, eight year old Juliette had approached him with tears on her face and an awful looking shoulder. After he had deciphered her sobs and apologies about how she had slipped in the shower, and how she had been careful, it was clear she needed someone to try and put it back.

Talking to her mother about it was out of the question. Her mother would make it worse. Juliette clutched a stuffed rabbit in her good arm, ducking to press her face against the plush.

“I...I’m ready.”

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, lots of parallels, reader is a lil down on herself but don't worry, eddie is down bad for her.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed and smoking, smut!! 18+, minors DNI.

AN: do i write 90% of my fics based on what pops into my head when i hear a certain song? yeah. also this is only half edited bc life. enjoy bbs <3

“Okay, okay,” You laughed. “One more hit then I’m tapped out, Eds.”

Eddie grinned, speaking through a half-held breath. “Oh no, Sweetheart. New stuff hittin’ a little too hard?”

You inhaled deeply, passing back to him what was left of the joint. It went straight to your head, and you flopped back, laying comfortably on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie inhaled, following suit, making your body bounce as he hit the mattress.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Feel like I’m fuckin’ flying.” He grips your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Don’t let me float away, okay?”

You smile at him, taking in how fucking beautiful he looks under the dim lights in his bedroom.

“Never. You’re stuck with me, Eds.”

He looks down at you, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He took you in like he'd done 100 times before. Eyes trailing from your nose, to your eyes, landing at your mouth.

So fucking beautiful.

“Good," he breathes, pulling you in closer. "Just the way I like it.”

Eddie let go of you hand, only to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. He placed a kiss to the crown of your head, "This okay?"

It's all I want. You think.

"Or do we have to get up and go watch that cheesy chick-flick I promised we'd watch.

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your denim skirt. "I'd stay here all night if you let me."

That's all I want. He thinks.

Eddie leans back a bit, looking down at you. He's not sure if it's the weed making his so emotional, but he swears he could cry just looking into your eyes. "What am I gonna do if one of these dates you keep going on works out? What if someone takes you from me?"

He tries to sound relaxed, but the truth is, the thought keeps him up at night. There’s gonna be a guy that steals you away from him one of these days. Someone who can give you everything he can’t, someone brave enough to open their mouth and tell you just how much they love you.

and it'll crush him.

The laugh that escapes you is a cynical one, "Eddie, I've been on three dates with three different men, and I've gone home alone each time."

"So?" He asks.

"So," You scoff. "It means no one is interested in doing anything with me."

It’s true—to you at least. The guys you’d gone out with were either not looking to be tied down, or ran once they met you. The last guy thought you’d be easy because ‘the freak’s best friend has to be a freak herself right?’

The dates were a distraction for you. As your heart pined over the one guy you could have it all with, it was breaking too. Eddie hadn’t made a move on you—ever, and you weren’t brave enough too.

So the two of you sat in limbo, completely unaware that the other person was right there with you.

Eddie sits back, releasing you from his arms. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, sitting back as well.

"That. Act like you're the problem, and not these shitty fucking dudes you keep going out with.” Eddie tried to control his tone, but his temper got the better of him. He cursed at himself for it.

Jesus H. Christ, Munson, get it together.

You push back from him fully now, "Eddie, the common denominator is me. I-I'm fucking broken or something."

“Stop that.” He seethed.

It’s a command—a tone you've heard him use with Steve, or Dustin, but not you.

Never with you.

Eddie stood as you sat up, hanging your legs off the edge of the bed.

"What--"

He turned back and got to his knees right in front of you.

“Stop talking about yourself like that. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

He was close to you, and with him on his knees, his gaze was just at your eye level. “You’re not broken. There's nothing wrong with you, you’re—you’re fucking perfect.”

“Eddie…”

“No, no, just…just shush for a second.” Eddie moved his hand to your cheek, his thumb sweeping across it gently. “You think all this shit about yourself and it’s just not fucking true. I wish, for a second, you could see yourself how I see you. I fucking adore you.”

You feel the warmth of his breath on your nose. His large hand on your cheek warms you, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

Everything is Eddie in this moment. He’s invading every sense you had.

It’s overwhelming.

You can feel your eyes brim with tears. “You don’t have to say that, Eds. I’m okay. I’m just…I’m lonely, that’s all.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. He watched you, he saw the tears hidden beneath your lashes. How could you not see it? See how you were…everything to him?

His mind stopped for a moment, deciding whether or not to take the leap, to risk it all and not run for once.

Fuck it.

“I’m right here, Princess. I’ve been right here.” He leans his forehead on yours.

You exhale his name, “Eddie,”

“What,” he’s quick to ask. “What is it, Sweetheart?”

Your on fire with how close he is to you. But he doesn’t mean it, not in the way you hoped he would…does he?

Your eyes open, seeing his beautiful brown ones searching your face for some kind of clue as to what you’re feeling. You clasp your hand on top of his. “Please,” you beg. “Please don’t say things you don’t mean just to make me feel better. My heart can’t take it.”

He laughs softly, bringing his other hand up. He’s cradling your face gently, “Oh, Honey. You have no idea just how much I mean it.”

Eddie is overwhelmed with you. You’re everywhere, and he can’t fucking think straight. Probably a good thing right about now, because he’s about to do something he never thought he’d be lucky enough to do.

“Can,” he clears his throat. “Can I kiss you, Baby?”

With zero hesitation, you nod, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

“Gotta use your words, sweet thing.”

“Yes,” it comes out as a plea. “Kiss me...please.”

Warm warm warm.

It’s all you feel when he leans in. Then his soft lips are on yours, all the while he’s holding you as if you’d be the one to float away.

Eddie kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times. Like he knows your lips and the pattern that drives them crazy. He’s trying to tell you everything he’s been too afraid to say since the moment he met you.

There’s no one but you.

You’re everything.

I love you, please, let me love you.

Regrettably, you pull away. Breathless from the kiss, but also how surreal this moment is.

“I-I,” you sigh, touching your forehead to his. “I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” It comes out as whisper. As if you’d scare him away if you said it too loud.

Eddie smiles, a relieved laugh passing his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a beat, Eddie is looking at you so softly and with such care.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says with all of the conviction in the world. “My pretty girl.”

“Am I?” You ask. “Am I yours?”

He nods, "If you want to be." He moves his hands, resting one on each thigh. He rubs them absentmindedly, likes he's trying to flatten the goosebumps that had prickled across your skin. “...and I’m yours. You've got me, Honey.”

Eddie's grin was still a shy one. You brush your hand across his face, pushing back any stray hairs. "Eds?"

He grips your wrist gently, placing small, tender kisses along the inside of it. The gesture is so simple, but it sends a heat through you like you've never experienced before.

"What is it, pretty girl? Whatever you want, whatever you need...it's yours."

You intertwine your fingers with his smoothly, "You, Eddie. Need you. Wanna make you feel good, Eds."

Now it was his turn to get goosebumps.

"Fuck, Angel. You can't just say that to me." He breathes.

Your bedroom eyes blink twice, "Please?"

A strangled moan vibrates from his chest, "Who am I to deny the fair maiden what she asks for?" Eddie stands, holding out a hand for you.

You're pulled to your feet by him, and he's looking at you through a brand new set of eyes. "One problem with that though, Princess. You come first."

You gasp as his hands take purchase of your ass, pulling you into him. "If anything, and I mean anything is too much, or too weird, you tell me, okay?"

You're nodding again, and he tuts at you. "Uh-uh. Words, baby."

Your arms fall around his neck and you press your body against his. "Yes, sir."

"Ho-ly-shit." He moans. "Yeah, I'm gonna kiss you now. Cool? Cool."

He's hungrier this time, kissing with teeth and tongue as his roaming hands explore your body.

"Eddie, Eddie..." You breath through swollen lips. "Too many clothes."

"You a mind reader or something?" He jokes, ripping the t-shirt from his body. His body was a work of art in more ways than one, and seeing it now, like this, made you crave it all the more.

You watch as Eddie falls to his knees, "Can I?" He asks, pulling at your skirt.

"God, yes."

He unbuttons the fastener, pulling the distressed denim down until it's pooling at your ankles. Eddie then came face to face with your black-lace covered heat.

"I-I'm dead right? I've died and now I'm at the pearly gates."

Your hands cover your face, "Eddie! Stop!"

He stands quickly, "No, baby, no. God, please don't hide from me." He pulls your hands away gently.

Your shirt is next to go, and so is the matching bra. Eddie pulls his pants down, leaving his boxers on.

"Lay down for me, Princess. Wanna take care of you.”

The timber of his voice makes you tremble. Once your comfortable on the bed, Eddie climbs on too.

“Now, I know this is all new, and we’re figuring things out as we go, but…” Eddie pauses, laying on his stomach between your legs.

He starts kissing his way up your legs. “I’ve been dreaming of eating this pussy for a long, kiss, long, kiss, long time.”

You’re so turned on you can barely speak, but you manage to get out a quiet. “Well what are you waiting for?”

Your thong is thrown into parts unknown, and Eddie starts to feast like a man starved.

“Eddie, fuck—“ his tongue explores your heat. His hands hold onto your hips as you grind down onto his mouth.

“Uh-uh, don’t hold back. Wanna hear you, Princess.” He dives back in, lips sucking on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He slips in one, the two fingers. Pumping and curling them slowly until he finds the spot that makes you see stars.

The fire in your belly is growing and you feel your legs start to shake. “Holy fuck, Eds—Eds I’m gonna cum!” Your hands take purchase in his hair, giving it a sharp tug as you feel the heat engulf you.

Eddie eats your pussy, drinking you in as you cum.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You release your grip on his hair as you come down from your high.

Eddie crawls up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself all over his tongue. “Don’t be sorry, Baby. Let’s me know you’re enjoying yourself,” he kisses you once more. “Plus, I kinda like it.”

You’re both breathing heavy.

Now it’s his turn.

Your hands touch his shoulder, pushing him gently. “What’re you doing, pretty girl?” He asks softly.

When Eddie’s leaned back against the headboard, you pull his boxers off. Pink, uncut cock springing from it's confines.

God damn...he's fucking huge.

"Gonna ride you, Eds. Let you feel what you did to me." You climbed on top of him, "Can I do that? Can I make you feel good?"

Eddie's nodding, not sure what part of you he wants to look at more.

"Uh-uh," you tease. "Use your words, Handsome."

"Fuck," He breathes. He palms your bare chest, moving the pads of his thumbs over your nipples. "Do whatever you want to me, use me, I'm yours." He leans forward, hot mouth latching to your other breast.

You sit up, allowing Eddie's hard length to slip inside your aching cunt. The sheer stretch and size is enough to snatch the breath from your lungs.

"Eds...Eds, shit. S'big." You moan.

His eyes close as he bottoms out inside of you, "So tight. Fuckin' pussy was made for me, she wants my cock. Won't let it go. She greedy, baby?"

You adjust to his size filling the void inside you. Eddie hold your hips as you begin to ride him, helping you to keep a steady rhythm.

"Look at you, Princess. Cock-drunk already, hm?" He teases.

Eddie is whispering praises as he fucks up into you.

Such a good girl.

Taking me so well.

My pretty girl.

Mine.

Eddie's pace quickens, and you feel the tremble return to your legs.

"Eddie, fuck, I--"

"I know, Honey. I can feel it, feel you squeezin' me. Let go, Angel. Go on, cum for me."

His words are like a spell.

You cum harder than you did on his mouth, and this time, it's his cock that's drenched in your essence.

"Gonna cum, Sweetheart. Where--"

You're entirely lost in everything Eddie. "Inside me, Eds. Fuck, please cum inside me."

"Shit, shit, shit." Eddie's moves become erratic. Sloppy thrusts chasing his release, and when he does, he all but growls in your ear.

He's breathless and spent, but his arms wrap around you. Eddie holds you, softening inside you. He kisses the center of your chest, the trail making its way across your shoulder, up your jaw, and to your lips.

"Hi." He says quietly.

You giggle softly, "Hi."

"So uh, not sure if this is a good time or not..."

You kiss his nose, "Hmm?"

"I-I...I love you. I don't know, just felt like someone should tell you, might as well be me." Eddie's big brown eyes search your face for any sign of regret or discomfort.

Nothing.

You kiss him deeply, "I'm glad you told me, otherwise I'd be sitting over here, in love with you, looking all silly by myself."

Eddie holds you tighter. "You, you love me?"

You giggle, "Edward Munson. I love you."

He pulls you closer, "You love me." It's a statement now.

Eddie lays his head against your bare chest. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up in a second, Sweetheart. Just wanna hold you for a little."

Rubbing small circles on his back, you kissed the top of his head. "I'm not going anywhere, Handsome."

[un-lawliet]

— just a small drabble about Gojo sheltering you from the rain :)

It was like you didn’t seem to care.

Walking slightly behind the first years, your arm outstretched, umbrella firm in your grasp as you shielded them from the timid monsoon invading your journey.

Your clothes were slowly soaking up the rain, but you neglected yourself the same protection as you provided to the students.

You clearly didn’t notice how your hands were beginning to tremble, how the cold permeated your being like soaked glove, too focused on praising Nobara for her “Excellent display of leadership” during their last joint mission.

“And don’t think I’m leaving you boys out of this!” You gleefully empathised, glancing up ever so slightly to ensure the umbrella was still covering the three of them, “You’re all really coming along with the whole ‘working as a team’ thing, well done!”

Gojo walked behind, watching you, always watching you, an almost unnoticeable downwards tilt on his lips as your clothes saturated in the downfall.

You were always so caring.

“Yea!” Itadori beamed, his arms flinging over both Nobara and Megumi, pulling them closer. “We do make a great team ay?”

“Under my leadership, of course we do.” Nobara was grinning, her hand subconsciously stroking the brown sac in which her hammer lay, a cheeky look in her eye as she raised her head to look at Yuji.

“I had to point out the curse to stop both of you being surprise attacked you know?” Megumi muttered, glancing at the arm around his shoulder.

“Only because Itadori got stuck under that shitty pile of rocks and wouldn’t stop whining! I was distracted.”

“Hey! That wasn’t my fault- you pushed me?!?!”

“You got in the way of my attack it’s not the same thing!”

“Really? …I could have sworn you were aiming for his head.”

“Who’s side are you on here Megumi?!?!”

You turned back to Gojo, your eyes brimming with childish joy, you were reminiscing quietly of your own youth, holding back a chuckle, and Gojo couldn’t help but stare, his blindfold hiding the softest expression, his face appearing impassive to any passer-by’s.

And you’re turning back around, a light bounce in your step ready to remind the trio that they all preformed excellently, and Gojo hesitated, eyes still focused on the way rain was pelting down on your figure.

In every sense of the word; Satoru Gojo is untouchable.

He’s the strongest, basking in the glory of loneliness that such strength invites. Nobody can reach him, nobody will ever come close.

His name, status and abilities are simply, unreachable.

Not even the soft pitter patter of the rain can bridge the lack of contact.

Each droplet slowing and slowing until it gives up, deciding it's not worth a touch, that he's not worthy of touch.

Satoru Gojo was a man who braved the world alone, and this was a destiny he had known far too long to resent it, or to crave a world otherwise.

Until he met you, and your pretty smile, and your gentle way of care.

Pestering him when he doesn’t report back after his missions, your voice laced with concern that he did not need.

Of course he came back ok, he was the strongest.

And yet you still worried, shaking your head at his carelessness.

“Strongest or not, I’d prefer to know that you’re alive.”

And so Gojo hesitated.

His brain screaming at him to stay put, to not let you in, to stay as far away from you as he could possibly could.

It’s better when he’s alone, he’s stronger when he’s alone.

But his body seemed to crave you as much as his heart yearned for you, and seemingly against his will, his feet sped up, taking two strides until he was beside you, an easy smile on his face, concealing the tremor he felt in his heart.

You look at him, your face glowing with an unperturbed joy, welcoming him into the conversation with an ease that comes naturally when you’re with him.

“My amazing teaching’s paying off, eh?” His voice came out gentle, and you were sure he winked under his mask.

“Must be.” You giggle, and then you’re pausing, your eyebrows raised in confusion.

It was no longer raining.

Or more-so, it was no longer raining on you.

Turning your head you catch the slight smirk of the man beside you, who didn’t attempt to share your gaze, instead opting to tease Megumi for pouting, his voice light, a small spring in his step.

And you’re ogling at how the rain falls towards you but stops just short, slowing to a halt.

You were in his infinity, he had shared his space with you.

You wanted to cry.

Quietly you whisper a small “Thank you,” to Gojo, who’s smile only widened.

He didn’t reply, but the gentle feeling of his pinkie brushing yours made you swoon, persisting onwards, with your umbrella in-front of you, your hand entangled with the strongest.

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[alexsoenomel]

Agent's Sin (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: A handsome FBI agent walks into a bar where you work.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: reader had a shitty childhood and trauma (no details), alcohol consumption, age gap (Reader is 23 and Dean is 41), cheesy flirting and sexy times

Word count: 3.2k

Note: I had a block but not anymore? This happened. Hope you enjoy, I sure did writing it.

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)  

A Sleazy bar wasn’t your first choice but you had to start somewhere. You were a broke college student with no savings, far away from home and you had to feed yourself. Dealing with drunks was easy, considering your dad was one until he had his last bottle of vodka that killed him one Friday night. The pent-up rage you buried deep inside your soul would resurface every now and then whenever someone decided to be a mean drunk like your late father. You would never get violent, you could never hit a man, but cursing and telling them to leave before you would call Karl to throw some punches – you could and you did that. He was a gentle 6′ 8″ giant; security guard; nicest guy to be around, but a damn beast whenever someone decided to get too touchy with you or just straight up be a dick.

Every day was the same: you would wake up, go to classes and after classes straight to work. You had the same three meals every day, slept for six hours max and didn’t have any time for yourself. The money was okay; tips coming left and right considering the amount of creepy, old men visiting the joint and getting drunk after clocking out. They would tell you how beautiful you were, and you would just give them a fake smile and pour them another one. Your smile wasn’t a million-dollar smile in Hollywood, but it certainly brought in some extra cash. It was exhausting to act like you were flattered by the comments, but considering the state of your bank account, you had no other choice. 

Wednesday was coming to an end and you were ready to clock out when a tall, very good-looking man walked in and sat right in front of you at the counter. He was gorgeous; hedgehog-like hair, freckles scattered all over his face like stars in the sky and hypnotizing green eyes. You swallowed thickly as soon as you saw him eyeing you with a smirk on his face. You told Karl to leave early that day. Poor dude almost got stabbed after trying to defend a woman from a very drunk individual who didn’t understand the meaning of the word no. 

Men made you nervous, you didn’t trust them, but something was telling you that this one was harmless. 

“What can I get you?” You asked. You were a little annoyed since it was almost closing time but chose to stay silent.  The bar was empty anyways, hopefully he would have his drink and leave after a few minutes.

“Whiskey. Any kind. Neat,” he said, before he bit his lower lip, his gaze fixed on you.

His voice was deep and raspy, covering your body in goosebumps almost immediately, before your brain told you to snap out of it and pour him the damn drink. 

“Coming right up!” You smiled forcefully. 

You poured him the best whiskey you had – Rittenhouse Rye Whiskey. You weren’t much of a drinker, but you knew that its distinct and spicy flavor was top notch. You had gotten drunk a couple of times on the job. Dealing with sleazy bastards would sometimes get too much for your brain, so alcohol was the antidote. The handsome stranger immediately took a sip and sighed in satisfaction. 

“Rittenhouse?” 

“Yeah,” you answered him. 

“Good choice.” 

“My favorite,” you lied with a soft smile. It wasn’t your favorite. You hated hard liquor. You would only drink it when you wanted to get drunk – no joys in that whatsoever.

Watching him take another sip you noticed a couple of things: he was much older than you; he looked tired and had a small cut on his lower lip. His red flannel was perfectly wrapped around his frame while the rolled-up sleeves made it hard to look away. Correction, your fascination with vascular arms made it hard to look away. 

He wasn’t subtle either. His eyes scanned your face; he was searching for something. Feeling like the whole world was watching, you decided to turn around and focus on getting the rest of freshly washed shot glasses polished and ready for tomorrow’s shift. Your cheeks were burning as your hands became slippery; your body felt foreign. You felt your fingers go numb as the shot glass you took slipped and hit the floor shattering everywhere.  

“Ugh, crap!” You mumbled. 

“Rough day at work?” You heard him say. 

“You have no idea,” You turned around to face him. His eyes were dark, illuminating in dimmed lights, still watching you. 

You ignored his gaze and went in the back to get a broom and clean the mess you made. When you came back you noticed his glass was empty. 

“Another round?” 

He nodded and raised his glass for you to pour another one. 

“Make it double.”

You registered his demand, but stayed silent. You had a feeling he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. The familiar riff of Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult started playing when the whiskey bottle touched his glass. Your head followed the rhythm, moving left and right as you started to hum the lyrics. 

“You look too young to know the lyrics of this song,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. 

“And how old do you think I am?” 

“You’re old enough to serve alcohol, so 21?” 

“Nice guess, but no. I’m 23.” 

The handsome stranger didn’t expect you to be almost 20 years younger than him. His brows shot up in surprise before he said: “Awesome!” 

“There’s nothing awesome about being a broke college student dealing with creepy drunks every night, old man!” You said, not really knowing where the old man comment came from. You desperately wanted to spark-up the conversation with the man in front of you, but you were never the one to break the ice and actually talk to strangers. So far this was great.

“You think I’m old?” He asked with a soft smile on his face. He didn’t seem bothered by your comment. 

“You are definitely older than me so yeah, kinda.” 

“How old?” 

“In your early 40s.” 

The lines around his eyes coming through whenever he would smile and freckles covering his face were a dead giveaway. He probably once was a beautiful young boy – you thought. Once that innocence was taken away, he grew up, but his beauty stayed intact. He was now a beautiful and tormented man.

“41,” he said.

You then exchanged your names. His name was Dean. He was just passing by after finishing a job in Lincoln. 

“What kind of job?” You asked. 

His hand went to the right pocket on his flannel and he showed you his credentials. FBI it said.

“Special agent has a nice ring to it,” you commented and decided, since you were closing soon, to lock the front door. “I promise you I’m going to let you go, I just don’t want any new customers.” 

“When do you close?”

You took your phone from the back pocket of your jeans before answering: “In about 10 minutes.” 

“Have a drink with me then! I promise I won’t tell your boss,” He winked. 

You were taken aback by his invitation that sounded more like a demand. You could feel the tension in the air rising; something about Dean was luring you in even though deep down you knew it was wrong. You had been dating your boyfriend, Dan, for sometime now, but it didn’t seem right. You got along just fine, but something was missing. He was sweet, too sweet sometimes, and yet you didn’t have a sweet tooth. You met through a mutual friend and after a few months of boring dates and sex you were over it. Eventually you told him you needed a break from it all, lying through your teeth, saying you wanted some time alone to focus on upcoming exams. You didn’t have the heart to break his. He was sad but decided to respect your decision.

That was two weeks ago. He would text you every day and you would simply ignore it.

A sigh left your lips before you went behind the counter and decided to pour yourself a glass of whiskey. 

I’m going to regret this.

“Cheers!” Dean said, lifting his glass.

“Cheers, agent!”

Click!

The hard liquor was burning your throat and you pretended to like it and not show how much it actually hurt. Right now you wanted to get drunk as fast as possible; you wanted to feel comfortable around him even though he was a complete stranger.

“You’re going to get me fired, Dean!” You said and chugged the rest of the whiskey from your glass. 

“Woah, you really had a rough day, huh?” 

You wasted no time and poured yourself another. Your throat was on fire, but your brain was slowly becoming numb. It was working. 

“More like rough life! Cheers!” You lifted your glass and took a sip.

The more you drank, the more details you noticed about Dean. His eyes crinkling, his long thick fingers gently holding the glass, his pink lips pressed against the glass… There was a need waking up inside of you with each sip you took. The liquor was dissolving away your sense of restraint and any sanity you had left; all you wanted to do was to crash your drunken lips on his.

“How rough?” Dean asked you. 

“Abusive alcoholic father and a deadbeat mother rough,” you said, now feeling tipsy wanting to sit. You moved an empty wooden crate that was on your left and turned it upside down so you could use it to climb the counter and sit next to Dean. He was fallowing your every move, admiring your legs. 

“So, daddy and mommy issues? That is rough!” 

You shared a look. Up close, he was even more beautiful. You could see every line on his face, around his eyes, lips, and cheek. Every line had a story and perfectly melted into his skin. You quickly looked away, refusing to show him you were completely under his spell.

“Do you work in the Behavior analysis unit? Can you tell I'm chronically searching for approval and acceptance from people but at the same time not giving a shit and trusting no one?”

You weren’t familiar with the branches of the FBI; you just watched too many Criminal Minds episodes.

Dean chuckled. “Not really.”

His hand suddenly went to your thigh as your legs were dangling from the counter. Your heartbeat was in your throat, but at the same time you felt a sense of calm. You knew it was wrong; he was twice your age; FBI agent and yet this was the most excited you had ever been. Your soon to be ex didn't even cross your mind. Something about this man was pulling you in and not letting go.

You finally got the courage you needed to look at him and not look away. He seemed sober, more sober than you at least… 

“Your hand is on my thigh, agent,” you finally said, forcing the last drop of confidence out of yourself. Your walls were crumbling and your desires were resurfacing.

“Tell me to fuck off then,” he suddenly stood up, equalizing the height difference. His other hand went to your other thigh as he gently pulled your legs apart, standing between them. His face was inches away from you, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t look away. 

“You make it hard to, though,” your skin was on fire, burning for the man you met almost two hours ago. You only knew his first name, his occupation and that he had an awesome taste in music. He was a stranger and yet felt so familiar.

Your words weren’t necessary anymore. You knew what you needed and realized he, too, craved the same thing. The life he was living was exhausting and full of lies; he wanted to forget about his fake badge and lies that he told over the years. He cupped your face with his hands and gently pressed his lips on yours. It was a soft kiss at first, which quickly deepened and grew with lust and want. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him closer as your legs were wrapped around his torso. You wanted him impossibly close. Light groans and moans filled the bar as you didn’t break away until breathing became a necessity. Panting and red around your mouth from his stubble, you rested your forehead against his.

“I’d invite you to my place, but I don’t think my roommate would appreciate me coming home with an FBI agent.” 

His eyebrows went up before he asked: “Right here?” 

“If you knew how much puke I had to clean just this week…”

Dean’s nose wrinkled slightly. He chugged the rest of his whiskey, feeling a pleasant burn in his throat.

“My car! Now!” He demanded, taking your hand as you jumped off the counter. 

You unlocked the door and saw the only car that was parked, right in front of the bar – black, shiny and beautiful Chevy Impala. You hadn’t seen cars like this for a long time.

You opened the back door and went in. Immediately, you were hit with the smell of leather. Dean followed you and shut the door behind him.  

“Nice ride, agent!” You commented and decided to get up and straddle him. He wasn’t protesting, letting you settle on his lap.

“Thank you!” He sounded almost proud.

You kissed him, feeling the exhale through his nose on your face before he opened his mouth giving you permission to deepen the kiss. The taste of whiskey was still in his mouth and in a strange way you felt like you were getting drunk and losing control with each and every kiss. Dean’s hand went into your hair, pulling it lightly and making knots you’d have to take care of tomorrow. You kissed for a while, your hands roaming, desperately searching for naked skin to touch and explore. Naturally, as you started to grow impatient, your hips started to move, grinding against him. You could feel him getting hard underneath you; he was bigger than you expected. When you couldn't breathe, your lips moved lower, kissing his neck and your fingers started to unbutton his shirt.

"Too bad you're not wearing a suit," you told him, between kisses. "I bet you look hot as fuck while chasing the bad guys." 

Dean chuckled at your comment, not wanting to admit he was flattered. He undid the bottoms of your jeans and his two fingers slid inside feeling your already wet cunt dripping with pleasure. His two fingers slid inside with ease. Your lips parted as you moaned his name. "I bet you look hot as fuck moaning my name, sweetheart."

This man was different. His scent, a light mix between pine trees, whiskey and leather; eyes so green you would think they were little gemstones staring at your soul in the dark; his age…It was a fatal mix, worth potentially getting fired or hurt for.

After taking your sweet time to unbutton his shirt, you could touch his bare skin. His fingers were still there, between your legs, slowly pumping in and out, but you wanted more. 

"Fuck me!" You whimpered. "Please!"

"Needy!" He said, placing kisses above your jaw. 

"Desperate," you corrected him.

It has been too long since you last had good sex. Too fucking long. You forgot what it was like to orgasm without your favorite toy. Your soon to be ex did absolutely nothing for your body and soul. No matter how hard you tried, how much you talked – he just wasn't working for you.

Dean liked the words coming from your mouth, so he decided to stop playing games. He pulled his hand out of your pants and licked his fingers clean. 

"Almost as sweet as you," he exclaimed. 

You felt your cheeks burn. He took off your shirt and soon after, your bra. Your chest was completely bare but you weren't worried about someone seeing you. It was dark outside and the only light that you had were from the street lights surrounding you. He placed gentle kisses on both of your breasts before he told you to lay down. You said nothing and did what he told you. He took off his shirt before pulling your pants down, taking them off without you lifting your hips.

"Damn baby, you're gorgeous," he said in awe. 

He was the one to talk; his upper body was carved by the highest of the Gods and his angelic, yet rough facial features made it hard to not stare. The universe created Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian man a couple of centuries later and sent it straight to you. The man undoubtedly had perfect face and body proportions.

"You're making me blush, agent."

He took off his jeans, struggling to find room before kissing you again. It was getting cold in the car since it was late October but his body was now pressed against yours, keeping you warm and safe. Your hand went to feel his fully hard cock before letting him put it in you.

"Please!" You begged again, feeling the desperation in your voice, but not being embarrassed about it. 

"Okay, okay!" He whispered, finally ready to give you what you want.

He moved your panties to the side, being too eager to take them off, and let his cock free as he lowered his boxers. Without warning he entered you, stretching your walls and making you gasp in a weird mix of pleasure and pain. He was big, so getting used to his size was going to take a couple of seconds. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades as he started to move slowly. 

"Am I hurting you?" He asked worriedly. 

You whispered a no and kissed him as he started to move again. Soon enough, pleasure took over completely and you couldn't leave the sound of his name out of your mouth. His kisses became messy, slowly losing control over his body and movements as his pace became frantic. His right hand wrapped around your neck putting just enough pressure for you to completely fall apart.

The air in the car was hot and stuffy, and steam started to form on the windows. The sound of your wet cunt taking him over and over again mixed with Dean's moans and grunts; you knew you were going to cum. 

"I- I" you tried to speak but nothing could come out. 

Dean's eyes locked with yours in a moment, both completely consumed with each other…

"Come on baby!" He told you, his voice raspy and sexy. You couldn't get enough of it.

Soon enough you came all over his cock, biting his shoulder, trying to muffle the scream of pleasure. He hissed but didn't say anything as he came soon after. You felt his hot seed filling you up completely as you thanked the universe you were on birth control.

You were both panting, sweaty and speechless. Dean rested his forehead on yours, trying to calm down. 

"So…can I get your number?" He asked.

"Only if you wear a suit the next time we see each other."

"Roger that!" He smiled.

[burntheedges]

Maintenance Request: Chapter 15

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 3.6k

chapter summary: you and Joel go on a second date 👀 a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕  chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, cursing, pet names (honey, baby, gorgeous, darlin’, sweetheart, cowboy), fondling, kissing, cuddling, comfort, food mention, drink mention, cursing, mention of reader's shitty ex (controlling behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating) (shitty ex does not appear in this fic)

Chapter 15

Saturday, October 26 Ninth week of the semester

Joel (10:03 PM): Hey honey, you awake?

you (10:04 PM): sure am. even though someone tired me out last night 👀

Joel (10:06 PM): Think that was a joint effort, gorgeous. (10:06 PM): You up for a call?

** outgoing FaceTime call to Joel **

“Evenin’, honey,” Joel looked tired and warm and like something you wanted to sink into and never come back out of. Like what you wanted in bed with you, right next to you.

“Hey there,” you smiled. “How was the movie?”

He shrugged. “Not bad. Funny. One of those movies for teens that she loves and I find incomprehensible.” You laughed. You probably understood more of those than he did, given Ellie and your students, but you knew what he meant. 

“Got plans tomorrow, honey?”

“You mean other than my hot date with some cowboy?” 

He laughed. “Some cowboy, huh? Yeah, other than that.”

“Brunch with Ellie and Beth, since we didn’t go today.” You watched as he sat on his bed and leaned back into his familiar pillows. “You look comfortable over there.”

He shook his head. “Not nearly as comfortable as I’d be if you were here, baby.” You smiled and looked up at your ceiling. 

“You’re such a flirt.”

“And you love it.” You looked back at the phone to find him raising his eyebrows at you. When you’d looked away you’d lowered the phone, so he could see your shirt. Which was his.

“You sleeping’ in my shirt, honey?” 

You smiled. “Smells like you, Joel.” 

His eyes were soft as he looked you over, even through the phone, and you pulled it back a bit to give him a better view of you lying against your pillows on the bed.

The grin that took over his face wasn’t soft anymore.

“Are my eyes deceiving me, honey, or are you wearing my shirt and nothing else?” 

You grinned. “Sharp eyes you got there.”

He groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart. What do I do with you?” 

You shrugged, grinning. “Anything you want, I guess.” He groaned again and wiped his hand over his face. 

“You’re tempting me, honey, but I think we should hold that thought until tomorrow.” You sighed, but nodded. He may have blown your mind the night before, but you were only going on your second date. And you didn’t want this to only be about sex. As amazing as the sex was.

“You’re probably right, Joel. So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

You talked to Joel for about a half hour, until it was obvious to both of you that you were falling asleep. 

“I can see your eyes closing from here, gorgeous. Go to sleep.”

“Joel–”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, honey. Get some rest. You might need it.” You smiled at his wink, and said goodnight.

...

Sunday, October 27 Ninth week of the semester

On Sunday evening, you were ready and waiting on your sofa for Joel to pick you up around 5:45 pm. You were in a comfortable outfit, as you’d agreed, and you’d gotten to choose the place for dinner this time. Joel would have to be home for Sarah later, anyway.

Your phone buzzed, and you checked it, wondering if Joel was running late, but you found a text from Beth.

bestie (5:39 PM): have an amazing date (5:39 PM): tell me everything later

you (5:40 PM) I will

bestie (5:40 PM): don’t be afraid to tell him, babe (5:41 PM): I have a good feeling about this one

you (5:41 PM): me too

bestie (5:42 PM): 🫂

Over brunch, you’d told Beth and Ellie that you were planning to tell Joel about Matt. At least, enough about him to give him an idea of what had happened. You figured if you and Joel were going to be together – and you hoped you would be – you’d have time for details later. They’d agreed it was a good idea, and helped you think about what you wanted to say.

You took a deep breath and sank back into your couch. You can do this.

A moment later, a knock at your door announced Joel’s arrival, and you smiled. 

You opened your door to find him leaning against the frame on the other side, already grinning at you. He was dressed in one of his flannel shirts that showed off his shoulders, though you noticed it was still nicer than his typical work shirts. Before you could say anything he stepped forward, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you into a kiss.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he mumbled against your lips. “Missed you.” He teased along your bottom lip with his tongue, and for a moment you both slipped into a deeper kiss, before you gentled it and pulled away. 

“Hi yourself, handsome.” You pressed one more gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth and you felt it when he smiled.

“You ready to go?” He stepped back from you and let his hand fall to tangle with yours. You nodded.

After locking your door you let him lead you to his truck. When he offered his hand to guide you into the passenger seat, you kept hold of it and pulled him in to kiss you again. You felt him smile against your lips as he stepped in between your knees. “If you keep this up, honey, we might not make it to dinner.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Can’t help myself.” He hummed and slid his hands up the outside of your thighs, around your hips until he had a firm grip on your ass with each hand. He squeezed once and then pulled you forward suddenly, tugging your hips to meet his. 

“Honey, if you wanted to stay in, I wouldn’t be hard to convince.” You could feel the evidence supporting his claim in his jeans and you bit your lip. He watched and then kissed you, softly.

You straightened your shoulders and shook the haze out of your mind. “I do actually want to go on this date with you, Joel.”

He smiled. “Me too, darlin’.” He leaned in for one more quick kiss before stepping back, gesturing for you to turn in the seat so he could close the door.

Soon you were on your way, and Joel’s hand found its home on your thigh once more.

“So where to?” You’d agreed last night that you would choose the restaurant tonight, since Joel had chosen for your first date. You gave him directions to your favorite local taco place. It was in a tiny old-house-turned-restaurant, and you figured he’d love the backyard that functioned as their outdoor eating area. You also knew you’d be able to have some privacy for what you wanted to talk about.

It wasn’t far from your apartment, and soon Joel was pulling into a parking space just around the corner from the restaurant. “I’m guessin’ it’s that colorful place on the corner?”

You nodded. “Yep! Come on, tacos await.” He laughed and followed you down the street.

Inside, the restaurant’s cheerful interior was as warm and welcoming as always. The walls were painted bright colors and all of the furniture was comfortable and well-used. The host recognized you (which was a little embarrassing, but fine) and quickly took you through the small indoor space to the backyard. You heard Joel’s surprised inhale behind you as you stepped outside, and you smiled.

The backyard was fenced off and the lot was bigger than it looked from the street. String lights decorated the fence and criss-crossed the yard overhead, along with other colorful decorations. There were a lot of tables, but the thing that had always made you love this space was how the tables were divided from each other – with plants. It was like sitting in little garden nooks where you’d normally find benches. There were bushes and tall plants everywhere that had been intentionally grown to provide privacy throughout the yard. Paths wound throughout, and the host led you down one of the winding paths to a small table in a back corner, surrounded by the fence on one side and a large hydrangea bush on the other. It was a gorgeous spot. 

You turned to see Joel’s reaction as you sat, and you weren’t disappointed. He was looking around with a curious, interested look on his face, taking in the yard. You bit your lip, waiting for his reaction.

As he settled in his chair he reached his hand out to brush his fingers lightly against the hydrangea blossoms, and he smiled. When his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat. 

“I had no idea this was back here,” he sounded stunned. “Darlin’, this is amazing. D’you know if they grew it like this?” 

You grinned. “I hoped you’d like it. Yes, Beth and Ellie and I come here a lot, and we’ve met the owners a few times. There was a huge overgrown mess of a garden when they bought it – it took a lot of work, they said, but they kept as much of what was here as they could. They decided to let it guide their plan for the space, rather than the other way around.”

Joel was smiling, almost wistfully as he looked around the yard again. “They did a great job. I can tell someone really knows what they’re doing.” You nodded. He turned back to you and suddenly reached across the table to take your hands in his, tangling your fingers together and squeezing. “I do like it, honey. I–” he cleared his throat. “I love it. But I also,” he shook his head, and you squeezed his hands. He looked down at where your fingers were tangled together, and then met your eyes again. “It’s been– nevermind.”

“Joel, I–”

“No, baby, thank you. That’s all.” He smiled and squeezed your hands again. “I love it.”

You thought maybe he wanted to say something else, but then he changed the subject to the food. You told him what you liked, and soon your waiter arrived to take your order. After your drinks quickly arrived, you were alone again.

Joel still seemed to be thinking about something, and you weren’t sure what, so you decided to give him time to work it out. You could always ask about it later. Instead, you decided to go for a lighter topic – you weren’t quite ready to bring up the one you’d planned to talk about, not yet.

“So what show are Sarah and Tommy watching?”

Joel groaned, and the two of you discussed the reality TV show that had hooked the other two Millers until your food arrived. 

“I just don’t care about the love lives of these people,” Joel said. “I can’t figure out why they find it so compelling.” 

You laughed. “I watched a couple of seasons of that one with Beth. It’s entertaining, at least.” 

Joel shook his head. “None of their relationships ever feel real, you know? I just get impatient with it. Knowin’ most of them won’t end up together, anyway.” You nodded. That made sense. You could already tell that he went after what he wanted, once he knew he wanted it.

You both took a moment to eat, and Joel told you how much he liked the food, too. “I’m glad you showed me this place, darlin’. Can’t believe I’ve never been here. Sarah’ll love it.”

When your tacos were done, you ordered another round of drinks, and Joel scooted a bit closer to the table so he could reach out to take your right hand in his left again. You were feeling comfortable, and as always, talking to Joel was easy. You took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

“Joel, I wanted to, um, talk to you about something.” You noticed that his brows furrowed immediately in response to that, and you squeezed his hand. “Nothing like that. I wanted to–” You sighed, and took a sip of your drink. “I want to tell you about that past relationship, the one I told you about a little bit the other day. In my office.”

Joel looked surprised – his eyebrows flew up, and he reached to take your other hand, capturing both in the middle of the table. “You don’t have to, honey. I–”

“No, um, I know.” You interrupted, but brushed your thumb over his knuckles in apology. “I want to. Not all of it. I figure we have time, you know? I think we both, well. It feels like we’re both thinking we'll have time.” His face was serious as he nodded in agreement. You nodded once, sharply. “But I want you to know a few things, just about what it was like. I think it’ll make it easier, for us. If I tell you now.”

Joel listened attentively as you explained. His hands were warm and you felt comforted by his touch, by the caress of his thumbs as they moved back and forth. He murmured your name softly. “I’ll listen to whatever you want to tell me. Thank you for trusting me.”

You closed your eyes, thinking about how different just this moment was from anything you’d ever had with Matt. It was a good place to start, maybe.

“Let’s start with that. Matt, that’s his name, he didn’t trust me at all. It’s easy for me to put names on all of the issues now, it’s been five years and a lot of therapy,” you smiled weakly, but Joel was watching you like nothing could tear his attention away from this moment. “I didn’t recognize it at the time. But he was pretty manipulative, emotionally. He withheld things like trust and–” You closed your eyes. “And love. I had to, um. Earn those things, he said.” Joel made a noise, and your eyes flew open. His expression was dark and angry and you blinked, surprised. He seemed to see your reaction and softened his brow.

“Sorry, honey. That – that wasn’t for you. I don’t like the sound of this guy, might look a bit mad as I listen.” 

“I feel pretty angry about it sometimes, too. I did, for a while.” You shook your head. 

“Um, but anyway. He didn’t… I’m not sure he actually liked me, you know? More that he liked having someone to control. But there wasn’t really any love in that relationship, not after he swept me off my feet at the beginning. He never did things for me, like nice things, and when I did things for him he would only tell me how I didn’t do them right. It was…” you looked away, trying to decide how much detail to give, how much you needed to say right now. You shook your head and looked back to meet his gaze. “I’ve had a lot of time to work through it, I guess. Not that I’d say I’m over it. But like the other day, sometimes I react based on my experiences with him, not based on what’s happening right now, in the moment. He cheated on me, a lot. He used to tell me things like that were my fault, because I wasn’t good enough.” You felt Joel’s grip tighten on your hands and looked down. “I was with him for almost two years. It wasn’t like that the whole time, but you know, it ended up there by the end. I just–” 

You looked back up, but the look on Joel’s face made you lose your train of thought. He wasn’t angry anymore. Or he was, a bit, but he was also looking at you like you were breaking his heart. “Joel? Are you–”

“Don’t ask me if I’m ok,” the words rushed out of him and he stopped, taking a deep breath. “I– I am so sorry that happened to you. I don’t, shit,” he trailed off, eyes dancing over your face. “Thank you for telling me about it. I promise, sweetheart, I won’t–”

You cut him off. “I know, Joel, I–”

He whispered your name again and shook his head. “Let me say it, please. I promise I won’t ever treat you like that. If I ever do anything, anything at all that even hints at how he treated you, please tell me. But you should know Sarah would probably kill me herself. If Tess and Frank didn’t get to me first.” 

You smiled. “Joel, Beth and Ellie agreed with me that I should tell you a little bit about it today, because we all think you’re a good man. And I want you to know me, you know? This might… well. It might come up again. It probably will. And I wanted to explain, more, after… yeah.” You felt shaky, suddenly, like telling him all of that had taken more out of you than you’d thought. He eyed you and tugged on your hands.

“Can you come over here, just for a minute, honey? Can I hold you?” You nodded quickly and stood, coming around the table to let him pull you into his lap. He slipped his left arm around your waist and his right up your back, cupping your neck and pressing your head down onto his shoulder. The chairs weren’t really meant for this, even if they were sturdy, but you figured a few minutes wouldn’t hurt anyone. Hopefully the waiter didn’t come back.

You felt Joel press a kiss to your hairline, and you sighed into his neck. He put his lips to your ear, and murmured, “I won’t lie, baby, I am so angry that man treated you that way. I don’t…” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I know it’s early, so I’ll just say I care about you. A lot. I’m so sorry, honey. And I want you to know how proud I am, to have your trust.” 

You didn’t know how good it would feel to have someone say that to you until Joel said it. 

“I know you could tell I was thinking about something when we got here, something I was having trouble telling you.” You nodded into his shoulder and felt his smile where his mouth was pressed against your cheek. “This year for my birthday, Sarah got my watch fixed.” He moved his wrist to show you the watch you’d seen him wear most days you’d known him. “I’d been meaning to do it, never got around to it.” He let out one rueful sounding laugh. “But it’s… You know that feeling, when someone does something for you or gives you a gift that really makes you feel, well. Seen, I guess? Appreciated. Like they really know you.”

You try to lift your head to look at him, but he presses your head down gently. “Sarah knew I’d never get this fixed. She snuck it out of the house to do it, all on her own. It, well. It meant a lot to me.” He cleared his throat. “Honey, you know I like you a lot. I think you like me, too. But when I saw this place, and when I saw you waiting to see my reaction to it, it— it felt like the watch.” He kissed your cheek again, and this time he let you lift your head so you could meet his gaze. He cupped your cheek in his right hand and the look on his face took your breath away.

“I know this is only our second date. I know we’ve barely gotten started. But this feels special, sweetheart. I didn’t want to scare you off by sayin’ too much. This feels like…” he trailed off, and smiled. 

You smiled back. “I know, Joel.” He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours, and you leaned into it, eyes slipping closed. “I feel it, too.”

You sat there together for another moment, but too soon, you pulled back. “I should get back to my seat before the waiter gets back.” Joel nodded, but pressed a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before he let you go. 

Back in your seat, you and Joel just looked at each other for a moment. “Should we, um,” you started, but didn’t know how to finish your suggestion. He smiled.

“Want to get out of here, darlin’?” You smiled back, and nodded.

Once the waiter came back you took care of the bill, and Joel guided you out of the yard and through the house with his hand on your lower back the whole way. At the truck you reached to open the passenger door, but Joel reached out to put his right hand on the door, holding it closed. 

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, and turned you around. He crowded you against the side of the truck and cupped your face in his left hand. “Hey there, gorgeous.”

You smiled. “Hey, handsome.”

“I’ve got a couple more hours before I have to head home, you know.”

“That so?” You grinned. “Well then, I think you should take me home, hmm? Maybe come in, have a drink?”

Joel answered by leaning forward to kiss you, hard. 

…

bestie (9:14 PM): how did it go???

you (9:32 PM): it went really well (9:33 PM): he liked the garden too

bestie (9:33 PM): well we know he’s into plants (9:34 PM): did he say anything about it

you (9:35 PM): about Matt? just that he was sorry I’d been through that and he promised not to treat me that way (9:36 PM): he said if he ever did anything like that Sarah would probably kill him

bestie (9:37 PM): as she should (9:37 PM): I’m calling you I need more details that can’t be all of it

you (9:37 PM): lol fine

...

a/n: the taco place is based on a real coffee shop and empanada place I used to frequent when I lived in Houston (Campesino, I miss you), with the addition of a garden I saw somewhere else.

I hope I tagged everyting write for their convo! Don't worry, shitty ex never actually appears in this fic. let me know if you think I should add any tags.

Also, time to share this genius meme from @gasolinerainbowpuddles:

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[addisonnie]

you, me, & mary-jane [2]

summary: dealer!ellie becomes something… a little more than just your dealer.

warnings: make-out sesh, cursing, the typical terrible breaking bad reference, gay panic, i think that’s it? also not really all that proofread so sorry for any shitty errors lol

a/n: surprise, once again. yeah that’s right dealer ellie part 2 babies!!!!!!!! writing it isnt enough i need her to top me.

part 1 —> part 3

The sampler, please :)

Texting your plug a smiley face might be a little strange, sure. What’s stranger is wanting your plug to wine and dine you after sharing a joint together.

Okay, so you might be harboring a little crush on Ellie. Who wouldn’t? Especially after spending several hours with her, most of the time being taken up by stolen kisses and lingering touches—oh yeah, and a heavy makeout session. The weed is seemingly the least important part of your interactions thus far, kissing Ellie tops smoking a joint any day.

Kissing Ellie and sharing a joint, however, is not something you’ll ever be opposed to. So, here you are, sitting in your bed texting Ellie to request her services once more.

Come over!

———

It’s probably a little embarrassing that you made it to Ellie’s in under six minutes, especially when you consider the fact that her house is at least ten minutes from campus. Yet, there she is, sitting on the front steps of her home happily waiting to usher you inside with a swift kiss to your forehead. She looks good, she always does. Nothing but a black tank top and a pair of stained sweatpants hanging low on her hips, exposing a naked streak of skin you just can’t wait to sink your fingers into.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Her arm is thrown across your shoulders while she drags you through the front door.

“Hi,” you smile softly and lean further into her, wrapping both of your arms around her waist.

“Oh come on,” she drags out the last syllable, “don’t go getting all shy on me now, little miss sampler.”

She’s teasing you. She knows exactly why you’re here and exactly what you want from her, it’s why you requested the sacred sampler, after all.

Ellie drags you over to the small couch and slouches into the cushions immediately, patting her spread legs as an open invitation to sit down. You pinch at her thighs and drag one of her legs up onto the couch to lay down the length of it, then push her backward to rest on the armrest. Once situated, you scramble to lay back against her chest, between her outstretched legs. Your back rests against her front and she immediately moves her arm to drape down the expanse of your torso, fingers resting just above the hem of your leggings.

“Comfy?” She whispers in your ear and presses a kiss to the skin beneath it, “yeah.”

She sits the two of you up for a moment in order to stretch her empty arm off of the couch and onto the coffee table, grabbing the same old mahogany stash box. Her arm grips you tightly as she leans forward to grab it and you bite back a scream when you feel her abs contort against your back. Mental note to lick those later.

“Okay, come back.” She’s leaning back onto the armrest again and holds out both of her arms and makes a grabbing motion with her fingers. You do as she says and lean back into her chest again, running your fingers up and down the arm that is laying over you. The joint between her fingers is quickly held directly in front of your mouth and she waits a minute for you to wrap your lips around the paper before lighting it for you.

Ever the gentlewoman, Ellie is. She consistently gives you the first hit of everything she rolls and lights, because what tastes better than the first rip off a joint? Well, actually, Ellie thinks your lips taste ten times better.

“Give my sampler to anybody else lately?” You pinch at the skin on her arm lightly.

She chuckles behind you and you can feel her chest shaking against your back, “I’m gonna knock you out if you ask that again.”

“That’s pretty fucking violent, don’t you think?” She laughs again, pulling the joint up to her own mouth.

She tugs in the smoke, holds it for a moment, and then exhales, “you’re the only one getting the Ellie treatment. I don’t think Joel would like it very much if I tried to hold a joint to his mouth and then kiss him afterwards.”

It’s your turn to laugh now, “I thought you said you were gay?”

“I am. I also wouldn’t like holding up a joint for Joel—shit, I wouldn’t fucking like to kiss him either. Borderline incest, if you ask me.” She’s got jokes, you’ll give her that.

The arm that’s laying across your body bends in order to run her fingers through your hair a few times. Long fingers grasp a few strands of hair and twirl them around before Ellie drags her hand farther back on your head, gripping a large chunk of hair and pulling.

Yeah, you moaned.

Your head is pulled back into the nook of her shoulder and you’re looking at her upside down, “you—you are the only person I am kissing. The only person I am doing this with. You.”

Message received. She leans her head down to press a wet kiss to your cheek before releasing your hair, fingers rubbing at your scalp to soothe a possible ache.

“Didn’t take you for a hair-pulling enjoyer.” She’s smirking, you may not be able to see her face from where you’re laying, but that girl always has a goddamn smirk plastered across her face.

She passes you the joint again and watches while you turn your body around to face her, quickly placing yourself in her lap, “I may be of that variety.”

You pull the joint to your mouth and suck in the earth-flavored air, maintaining eye-contact with her. The smoke billows out of your mouth and into the air between you and Ellie sighs dramatically.

“Dude. I can’t even sell to you after this. I’m gonna fall in love with you if you keep looking at me like that.” She drags both of her hands down her face and peeks out from between her fingers when she hears you laughing.

“What? I’m so serious, too. That’s the problem. I’m so, so serious.” Your fingers lock around her wrists and place her hands directly on top of your hips, “good. My plan is working!”

She gasps, “plan?! This is all some elaborate ruse to get free weed, isn’t it! Fucking traitor. Trai—tor.” She’s laughing along with you and her fingers dig into the flesh of your hips through her giggles.

You laugh with Ellie. And laugh, and laugh, and laugh. In fact, Ellie is laughing so hard that she can’t seem to hold her head upright anymore, her body dropping until she rests her head on your chest and continues to shake through her girlish laughter.

She finally pulls away as she feels one of your hands glide through her hair, “dickhead.”

A smile spreads across your face while you look at the girl below you, her eyelids are drooping to cover the redness swirling in her eyes. Her lips are slightly parted and her tongue continuously jets out to swipe across her bottom lip, the hair on her head is unruly and several strands are sticking in awkward directions due to the wake of your fingers. Ever the wet-dream.

She enjoys this, watching you watch her. Hands squeeze at your hips and draw a gasp from you, pulling you from the daydream. Ellie moves one of her hands to cup your jaw and quickly uses it as leverage to pull you in for a deep kiss. Her mouth slots against yours and she moans into your mouth when you move your hips to be closer to her body.

One hand grips your hip like a vice, squeezing and pulling at the soft flesh. You’ll have to give her a firm smack upside the head for that one later, because, hello, bruises are a thing!

She swipes her tongue against your lip and you deny her the pleasure of a tongue-kiss, just to see how the already fired-up girl would react. And fired-up did she get. With her mouth still on yours, she removes her hand from your face and trails her fingers down your arm, snatching the joint from your fingers and flicking it onto the coffee table. Now she’s got both of her hands on you, and she takes this as an opportunity to start leaning forward onto the couch until your back is flat against the cushions. Your legs are wrapped around Ellie’s waist and her knee begins to rut into your clothed clit over and over again. A whimper bubbles from your lips and Ellie uses the opportunity to slip her tongue straight into your mouth, immediately twirling around yours.

Her fingers dig into the couch above your head while she grinds her knee into you again, and her head just about explodes at the borderline pornographic moan that slides from your mouth and into hers. Ellie drinks in those sounds like a woman starved and decides then and there that she’ll do anything to keep drawing those sweet noises from you.

A soft knock on the front door slides in one of your ears and out the other, much too focused on the sound of Ellie’s heavy breathing and soft moans.

There it is again, louder this time. Ellie pulls away and grunts, “my fucking god. What great timing you assholes have.”

She’s sitting up on her knees in between your legs and the sight of her makes you ponder over whether you want to moan or laugh. Strands of hair are sticking straight up from her head, her lips are swollen and covered in red-tinted chapstick, —how did she manage to get it on her nose— and one strap of her tank top is drooping off the side of her shoulder.

Yeah, you think you’ll moan.

“I’ll be back.” She leans forward and presses one, two, three kisses to your puffy lips and sighs when she catches sight of her hair in the tv’s reflection. Ellie stands up to quickly fix her unruly hair and attempt to scrub the chapstick from her mouth—to no avail. The locks quickly snap open and she pulls the door inward to see which asshole had to ruin her “sample session.”

A blonde girl stands in the doorway and Ellie’s eyes narrow in on her, “what?”

The girl outside smiles, “I heard you sell. Thought I’d swing by and pick up.” Ellie scoffs, really bitch?

You peak your head up from the couch to see who was at the door, immediately scowling when your eyes land on a woman. Not. Fucking. Happening.

Your legs are dragging you up from the couch and over to Ellie before you can even fully comprehend what’s going on. When you make it to Ellie, you nudge your head under her arm and immediately wrap your arms around her middle section, covering up that delicious slice of naked skin. A kiss is quickly pressed to Ellie’s jaw while you stare down the audacious bitch in the doorway—sorry. Ellie’s arm moves to wrap around your back and she scoffs at the girl, “yeah, well, you can’t just show up. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t sell what you’re buying.”

Ellie closes the door and you are immediately laughing, “oh my god! You Skylar-Whited her! Boom bitch!”

She chuckles and wraps her arms tight around you, kissing your head and then resting her chin in the same spot, “that bitch had it coming. Massive cockblock.”

“You don’t have a—“

She smirks, “not one that’s attached to me, at least.”

Oh Jesus fucking Christ. She’ll be the death of you.

———

It’s been six hours and you still haven’t felt the urge to leave Ellie’s house and make the trek back to your dorm. Why would you? Free weed, hot girl.

Within the span of six hours the two of you somehow moved from the couch to Ellie’s bed. She’s laying on her back while you lay on your side next to her, head laying in that beloved spot between her neck and shoulder. Her fingertips walk the length of your back below your shirt (it’s Ellie’s, actually. Never giving that flannel back, ever.) and leave goosebumps in their wake. Some shitty sci-fi movie is playing on her small tv and Ellie is way more interested in it than you thought she’d be when she suggested “throwing on something random for background noise.”

You lean up and press a kiss to the underside of her jaw, “hey.”

She turns her head to face you, “hey there.”

You can really take in her beauty from this angle. Every little blemish, freckle, line, and wrinkle can be seen from this viewpoint and there is truly no better view in the universe. Ellie Williams is, in fact, the eighth wonder of the world.

“I—um. I like you. Not just because of the weed.”

She stops running her fingers along your back and for a moment you’re thinking oh shit—this is the end. All is deemed well once Ellie moves her hand to your side and rests it there after giving you a few gentle squeezes.

And then she’s looking at you, like really, really looking at you. Fuck. You haven’t tweezed the mustache in a while. Or plucked your eyebrows. Did you brush your teeth today?

“I like you too. And not just because of the weed, either. You’re running me dry and I still like you.”

“Hey—! I am not running you dry!”

“Uh, yeah. You kinda are! But like I said, I let it slide because I like you—really like you.” She smiles softly and leans her head closer to yours,

“Like…want me to be your girlfriend ‘like?’ Or want to have sex and smoke with me ‘like?’” Ellie laughs and presses her forehead into yours, “both at the same time.”

Girlfriend. That has a good ring to it. Dealer-girlfriend. That sounds pretty damn cool too.

“You and me, baby. Well, you, me, and mary-jane I guess.” Baby. You could get used to that.

You laugh into her neck, “like a throuple!”

“Yeah, like a throuple. Except mary-jane isn’t allowed to have sex with you. That’s my thing.” She tickles your sides and laughs while you squirm,

“You are such a fucking dork!” Her fingers press harder into your sides and have you flailing miserably to attempt and get her off of you. Ellie doesn’t want to let go, she could listen to that laugh on replay for thousands of years. She could listen to any sound you make for any long period of time, now that she thinks of it.

Her fingers come to a halt and she presses multiple kisses all over your face, quickly rolling over to be on top of you for the second time today, “spend the night?”

Absolutely. This girl—your girl—is sorely mistaken if she ever thinks you’ll leave her side again.

[angelsnkisses]

nsfw headcanons - possum <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: switch!possum, switch!gn!reader, substance use, smoking, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

• i feel like possum would be a switch, but leaning towards bottom, yk?

• if he is topping, you better pray for your legs. he never stops after one orgasm, and he'd fuck you through at least 3 of them before he even considered stopping.

• he'd love fucking while you're both high, to 'heighten the experience'. and honestly, he wasn't wrong. when your brain was all fogged up, you could only focus on the feeling of him. how he'd touch you, how he'd lift your hips a bit to get that perfect angle.. the little things seemed so much more intense.

• he'd love blowjobs, especially if his day was shitty. his favorite way to unwind would be smoking a joint with your head between his legs and your mouth around his cock.

"you look so good down there.. ah- slow down, you're gonna make me cum too soon."

• he'd for sure bite you everywhere. he can't help it, he loves sinking his teeth into your skin, even occasionally breaking it.

"did that hurt? well, it's kinda supposed to.. okay, okay! i'm sorry."

• this mf would LIVE for giving you head. he'd hold one of your thighs tight while using his mouth on you, his other hand rubbing over his own bulge.

"you taste so good.. quit squirming, i'm just getting started with you."

• if he's feeling subby, it's a different story. he'd get such a rush from being under your command, especially since you'd know exactly how to get to him.

• he would be so sensitive, more so if he had smoked before. you'd have him whimpering and gasping right away, just from stroking him.

"god, that feels so good. thank you, fuck.."

• you'd keep going after he finished the first time, not giving him so much as a second to catch his breath.

"shit.. n-no, it's too much now, please."

• if you overstimulated him while he was high, he'd be a fucking mess. i'm talking a trembling, whining, crying mess.

"o-oh! wait, wait, fuck. slow- ah~ i can't. i can't, please!"

• tears would be streaming down his cheeks after just a few orgasms, his hands shaking and his hair messy.

• when you'd finally ride him, he'd lose all control he could have had, his mind filled with nothing but you. your voice, your taste, even your smell. all of it would be intoxicating to him.

"feels so good, shit.. i can't, nonono."

• he'd need so much praise and reassurance that he could handle it, especially if he was on anything. lucky for him, you'd be very attentive.

"shh, you can do it.. just a little longer."

"such a good boy, look at you. you make me feel so good, baby."

"you gonna cum? go ahead, it's okay."

• he'd dig his fingers into your hips when he finished, leaving little scratches from his nails in a couple spots.

• he'd be incoherently mumbling while he fills you up, the occasional 'thank you' or broken curse leaving his lips.

• he'd love aftercare, you'd always take such good care of him. you'd get all cleaned up, then sit on your front porch with a joint and a couple drinks, unwinding with each other <3.

**

A/N: i hate my job, good lord. hopefully getting a new one soon. anyways, i hope you enjoyed this! possum is one of my new favorite rory characters :). expect to see more of him. happy scrolling <3!

[maelovescashew]

I hate you- ✄ Ellie Williams

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 — ellie x enemy!reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 — you and ellie HATED each other. well… you thought you did until something snapped inside of ellie.

𝗖𝗪 — smut (mdni), angst, fluff at end. Cursing, violence, threats, strap-on usage, oral (r! receiving), tit play, nipple play, pet names instead of y/n. LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING

A/N — this is my first piece so bare with me here but i hope you guys like it!

You and Ellie HATED each other. Well you hated her, you thought she was annoying and rude.

It was a Friday night, and you were listening to some music on your phone. You were really sad, so you were listening to some sad/breakup songs by kehlani, your favorite artist. Then, you heard a loud bang on your front door.

You slowly opened it, hoping there wasnt a murderer on the other side. It was just your friend Dina.

“DINA!! I thought you were a serial killer! What the hell??” You exclaimed in annoyance and hands still shaking from the loud noise. tears still running down your cheeks from being sad earlier.

“Whats wrong? Why were you crying?” She asks, truly concerned, especially because your eyes were 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 red.

“‘S nothing” you said. you knew it was not ‘nothing’. you felt your whole life falling apart and you were getting mad as you started to realize that you had feelings for ellie.

“Fucking liar.” She said walking past you, and into your apartment. “I came to tell you to get ready because we’re going to a party!” She said, seemingly excited.

You HATED parties. The drinks? Awful. The people? Awful. The smell? Awful. Ellie being there? Awful? You knew you had to go because Dina was gonna end up bribing you anyways so you agreed.

“Fine. Whatever.” You said, clearly annoyed that your crying session was rudely interrupted by her loud ass banging.

“Great! Wear something hot!” She excitedly said as she sat down on your couch. You wore a short white dress, tight around your torso. It perfectly showed your boobs, showed off your curves, and complemented your ass. You looked amazing and no one could say you didn’t, no matter how hard they had tried.

You finished up your hair, and got your bag ready. “‘Kay, ‘M ready.” You said to Dina who was still watching TV on your couch.

“Shit, you look hot.” Dina complemented as you two walked out the door. You were not excited for this party. No matter how hard you tried to be. And the thought of Ellie being there seriously haunted you.

You finally arrived at the party and you already wanted to leave. Nonetheless you walked in right behind Dina. Luckily, you had some weed tucked into your dress, knowing you don’t drink at these parties since the alcohol is really bad. You sat down on the couch and took the joint from the top of your dress.

You lit the joint and took a long drag. You knew it was gonna be a tuff night but you had to relax a bit. Then, your eyes met emerald green ones. It was Ellie Williams. You were in love with her hated her.

She looked amazing. A black white wife beater that really showed her muscles. Her short hair tamed down and swept at the front. Her black skinny jeans and converse.

Jesse came in next to her, Dinas boyfriend. Dina made way to them so she could steal Jesse. But you were super nervous as you saw Ellie making her way towards you.

She sat down next to you and you turned red. Thank God for the lights because without them, she would’ve seen and made fun of you.

“Someone’s trying to calm down” She says mockingly. She really liked you but teasing you was the only way to get your attention. Suddenly, you felt her hand snatch the joint from yours, a shocked look appearing on your face.

“Hey what the hell?! I was smoking that!!” Your voice was filled with anger especially with the shitty night you’ve been having.

“I know. Don’t be so angry princess. Just wanted a hit.” Ellie said, voice low and raspy. It was so hot annoying.

“Fuck off! Im so tired of you and everyone taking everything from me! Im done playing your stupid games I fucking hate you!!” You yelled at her and your friends turned their heads to look at you.

Ellies face was coded with shock. She giggled to make herself seem tuff even though she felt terrible for it.

“I SWEAR IF YOU DONT STOP IM GONNA SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUN-“ Your voice was cut off by the sound of what she was about to say next.

“You already are. Relax. Take your joint back and calm down” She handed your joint back to you and you angrily snatched it, taking a drag.

“Whats got you all worked up, hm? Tired of seeing my pretty face?” She teased and you were fuming. You stood up to walk to the bathroom and cry. You looked so beautiful to Ellie it made her wet. And you were tired of seeing her pretty face. It’s all you could think about.

She had the sudden courage from being high and pulled your arm before you could walk away.

“Ellie what the hel-“ Before you could finish she pulled you down onto her lap, clit rubbing against her strap, under her jeans. You whimpered softly at the feeling, looking into her eyes. She placed both hands on your cheeks and kissed you deeply.

You gasped softly from shock and she took the chance to slip her tongue into your mouth. You moan softly into the kiss. You’ve wanted this to happen for longer than you thought. You two made out for what seemed like hours when it was only 5 minutes.

You finally pulled away for air, lips plump and wet. “Ellie… what was that?” You asked, still in shock from what just happened.

“I uh- shit. You probably hate me even more now, huh princess?” Princess. You said you hated that name when in reality, it had an effect on you. Something you couldn’t explain.

“Uh… can you take me home?” You asked, sweetly, a hint of annoyance in your voice. She seemed disappointed and happy at the same time. Happy that you asked her to take you home. Disappointed that you couldn’t even specify whether you hated her or not. It hit her and it hit her hard.

She ended up agreeing and driving you to your apartment. You don’t know how the hell you ended up stumbling into your apartment with her lips on yours.

She pushed you up against the door and her lips found your neck. “Ellie, fuck.” You said as she kissed your neck. “I don’t like your attitude baby. Whats the matter?” She said in between the kisses. You couldn’t help but grip her hair.

Her hands found your dress and she wanted to pull it down so badly. “You look so good tonight baby. Did you think anyone could resist you, hm?” She said as she slowly pulled your dress down.

You couldn’t help but moan. You had no words but you knew it felt so good. She started to play with your boobs with both of her hands and knead them roughly. It made you grip her hair even tighter. She started to bite and suck spots on your neck, leaving marks. She soothed over the spots with her tongue. It hurt but it felt so good.

She picked you up from the bottom of your thighs and carried you to your room. Her lips never left your neck and you had no idea how to feel in that moment.

“Ellie.. I need you, please?” You said with desperation in your voice. You knew you’ve always needed this but you didn’t know how badly you needed it.

“You need me baby, hm? Need me to get rid of that attitude princess?” She said as she laid you down on your bed. “Gonna make you feel so good.” She said before climbing on top of you and kissing you again.

Suddenly you saw her pulling your pink lace panties down, revealing the wet spot that had been growing on them.

“I got you soaked babe?” She placed her finger between your folds, collecting the wetness before replacing it with her tongue.

“I need you els… mmh don’t tease.” You basically moaned out. She loved how she was already making you feel. Hearing her name from your mouth like that drove her crazy.

She teased your clit with her tongue, making shapes with it. You moaned at the feeling. You wanted more but you were too stressed to beg for it.

“I’ve wanted to taste you forever. Tastes so good baby.” She continues to lick and suck on your clit, causing pornographic moans to spill out of your mouth. Your walls clenched from nothing and Ellie could see it. She inserted her tongue into you and it felt so good you could scream.

“Gonna cum on my face baby? I can feel it.” She teased and sucked on your clit harder. You felt it coming and there was a knot in your stomach.

“Gonna cum els.. I- fuck” The knot in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over you. Ellie fucked you through it, tongue lapping up all of your juices.

“You want more baby?” She asked and you nodded pathetically. She kissed you and you tasted yourself on her tongue. She then took of her jeans, revealing a black strap. Your mouth opened slightly, shocked at the sight in front of you.

She made her way over to you and gripped your hips tightly, pulling you to the edge of the bed. She swiped the strap between your folds, lubing itself up. You moaned softly at the contact.

She then inserted your cunt with no warning and you gasped softly. She slowly started moving her hips and you moaned. The strap was moving against her clit as she sped up. Your moans grew louder as she thrusted into you.

“You just needed me to fuck the attitude outta you, hm baby?” Ellie said as she went faster into your cunt.

“N-needed it s-so bad els.” You managed to stutter out. It was so hard to talk because of the overwhelming pleasure that was building up inside of you.

She continued to fill you up as she groaned every time the strap rubbed her clit. Your moans grew louder as you felt your second orgasm building up.

The strap continued to crush your g-spot over and over. It was like nothing you had ever experienced. It even made you see stars.

“Fuck ellie… ‘M gonna- im gonna…” You moaned out before you came all over her thighs and your sheets.

She prolonged your orgasm and pulled out. “You did so good for me baby.” She said as she removed the strap on and went to the bathroom.

You whined as she left and she came back with a wet towel. She carefully cleaned you up. You hissed when the towel met your achey cunt.

“I know, its okay im almost done.” Ellie said. It calmed you down as she cleaned you up. She then laid down next to you. She cuddled you and started to speak.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. Teasing you was the only way I could get your attention. ‘M sorry.” She said as she stroked your hair lovingly.

“Its okay els. I’ve wanted this for a long time too.” You say as you begin to close your eyes. You were exhausted and being with Ellie calmed you down.

“Goodnight baby.” She said as she kissed your forehead and turned off the lamp next to your bed. You fell asleep in her arms and you had the best sleep of the year.

a/n again: sorry this is ass but this is my first time writing so😭

[bigfan-fanfic]

Stranded (Gender Neutral!Reader x Mike Monroe)

Could I request Mike going out on his first date after the mountain and trying to act like his usual self before it cracks too much?  Just a bit of comfort when his date stays and helps him through it instead of bolting like Mike expected.

College had been out of the question for Mike after getting down.

He could have lived with having to have amputated his own fingers, but the worst part was the PTSD. The idea of being on his own in an unfamiliar location just sent him into complete panic.

He can see those... things every time he's not sure what's around the corner. He needs the light on at night or he can't sleep, and he feels pathetic for it.

It's been so hard not to completely break down, even if his therapist has encouraged him to feel everything he's been repressing.

Mike just wants to prove he can hold it together.

Be... at least somewhat normal.

No matter how hard it seems.

With Jess gone to stay with family in the Midwest, Mike is newly single, and maybe a date is the perfect way for him to get back in the ol' Mike Monroe swing of things.

So when you ask him out, he treats it like the lifeline it is, and tries to help himself as much as he can.

A familiar venue - an old 50s style road diner. Greasy burgers and creamy shakes. The good stuff. Brightly lit.

Early lunch. It's not so crowded, but also it's in daylight, so he knows that even if they came down from the mountain, they wouldn't be on the hunt.

Some answers rehearsed - how've you been, what happened up there, are you okay, blah blah blah.

He had mentioned to his parents about Wolfie, and turned out once he was officially diagnosed with PTSD and associated anxiety, insurance covered him getting a service dog that helped a lot.

It almost feels like he's back to the old Mike.

Gregarious, smart, a little goofy, even a little douchey.

As you meet him there and start chatting, it almost feels easy to him now. He used to talk like this all the time. Aimless chatter, meandering around subjects.

He forgot how easy it had been before knowledge of what was out there set him so far apart from all but a handful of people.

Even so, there's little hints that Mike's carefully crafted facade is just that. He taps an odd little rhythm to try and soothe himself, but it's always just a little incomplete due to his missing fingers - the remaining joints moving instinctively to finish the rhythm but failing.

His smile's a touch manic, even now. He's always had a bit of a weird grin, but it's just tough for him to remember how to move his face.

His eyes flit about anxiously, looking upwards, sometimes tracking some fast-moving object only he can see.

But he's making it through it.

Until...

until...

Somewhere in the back, someone curses and a loud crashing noise erupts, the sound of dishes breaking.

It startles Mike and he chokes on his words, instantly freezing utterly still.

"Don't... move... a fucking... muscle." he grunts, his eyes not even moving.

He's somewhere far away right now, maybe trapped in a nightmare.

The service dog rears up and places its head in Mike's lap, making a muffled bark that seems to jolt Mike back into reality.

"I..."

You nod. "It's okay, Mike. Whatever you saw just now... it's gone."

He nods. "Yeah."

"Here, have some of my water, we can get a refill."

He guzzles the whole cup and looks at you warily. "You're... still here."

"Yep."

"I mean... usually, that scares people off, when I have an... episode. Shit, now I know how Jos- never mind."

"I'd be a pretty shitty date if I ran off while you were... indisposed. In fact, I think I'm gonna have to see you again to make sure you're okay."

He turns red. "I don't... I'm not a charity case."

"No, you're not." you agree. "What you are is strong. You're a survivor. Whatever happened, you came out alive, and you're still going."

"It feels sometimes like I never really left. Like I'll open my eyes at some point and I'll still be fucking back there."

"Some things are... sticky. Can't always brush everything off. Only thing we can do when the road gets long is keep on truckin."

Mike sighs. "Well, thanks for... keeping me truckin."

"I tell you what: how about we ask to move into that corner booth so that you don't have to keep checking behind you, and we can sit together so I can watch your back?"

"You... noticed that."

"I'm very observant."

"Thanks, but... let's just try to stay here. There's nothing to worry about here. I'm not... there."

"Whatever works for you. I don't plan on bolting either way."

"I wouldn't blame you if you did. But as long as you're here, wanna split another basket of fries?"

"Hell, yeah."

[swampstew]

Eustass Kid, G-51 ~ Cock Cage

Summary: Modern monster AU; Kid as a Barghest - a mythical, monstrous black dog with large teeth and claws in Scottish lore. Your bratty boyfriend lost a bet and is dragging his feet to deliver. You make him choose. Kid never responded to authority well.

Warnings: I'm not even sorry for how long this took me, I don't think I'll ever write anything that can top this. WHEW. SPICY AF. Eustass Kid as a Barghest and female reader, long term established relationship. Domming Kid. and it kinda works, cock cage, degradation/humiliation, bdsm dynamics, orgasm denial, oral (Eustass receiving), masturbation (Reader on self), edging, vaginal penetration, and creampie. Word Count: 2.7K

Rolling out from under the covers with an annoyed grunt at having breached his warm cocoon with cool air, Kid shook his ruffled bed head and stumbled out of bed with a curse. On his way out of the bathroom he stubbed his toe, barely biting back a howl.He rapped his knuckles against the doorframe and stomped to the kitchen where Killer handed him a cup of coffee. Exchanging the mug, Killer’s calloused fingers grazed Kid’s palm and let out a static shock.

“FUUUUCCCKKK!” Kid couldn’t help the instinctive spasm of his hand when it happened, sloshing the steaming black liquid over the lip edge, and spilled on his hand and the light colored carpet.

“I FUCKING HATE LIVING IN THIS APARTMENT!” he bellowed.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Killer didn’t look phased. “Don’t blame the apartment, it’s Friday the 13th.”

“HAAH?” Kid looked at the blonde incredulously. “Don’t tell me you believe in that shit?”

Killer pulled back his hair to reveal he was wearing a weathered, denim vest that had Kid’s pack symbol on the back. Pinned on the collar was a small sprig of white heather.

“For good luck. Want my extras? Giving them out to the rest of the crew.”

“No.”

Thunder boomed outside and they could hear the wind blowing so forcefully that the tree next to their second story apartment was getting accosted by branches. With a roll of his eyes, Kid got ready to meet his girlfriend as it stormed. When it lightened up enough, he prepared to leave, opening his umbrella before he walked out the door.

“KID DON’T—” Killer screeched.

Too late. A sharp gust of wind and rain blew through the open hallway-like corridor that led to the stair case, knocking the umbrella clean out of Kid’s hand, tumbling quickly away.

“FUCKS SAKE!”

His day only got worse. No street parking near his girlfriend’s rental forced him to walk two blocks from the parking garage. The sidewalk was full of cracks he tripped over, he walked under a tall ladder with no regard and knocked over painting materials – which he did not stop for – and he kicked a rock that broke someone’s mirror, that he was hounded into paying for repairs.

While the rain had stopped on the drive over, the day still looked dreary. He powered through the walk, trying to reignite his excitement for the alleged surprise that was waiting for him. Reaching her doorway, he took out his copy of the house key and let himself in. Before he could step through the threshold, he was nearly thrown off balance by a startled black cat that dashed from underfoot.

He pinched the bridge of his nose to maintain his composure, not wanting his girlfriend to see him in a shitty mood as soon as he walked in.

“Be right down, stud muffin!” he heard her melodic voice call down from the second story of her cozy place.

“Take your time babe,” he responded. “When did you get a cat?”

“I don’t have a cat!”

“Huh…”

Dismissing the incident, Kid pulled out the candy dish from the fire mantel place and pulled out a joint, waiting for Y/N. He nearly coughed out an inhale when she came down, looking gorgeous in a pair of olive-colored ripped skinny jeans with a casual, pastel purple off-the-shoulder corset top; fishnet stockings were not-so-subtly hidden from the ripped sections. A pair of comfortable kitten heels he had bought her in the past hung off her fingers, a wrapped box sitting in her free hand.

“That fer’me sweetheart?” he stubbed out the joint and tucked it behind his ear. The herbs were mixed with freshly rolled lavender, leaving a pleasant smell in the air.

“Mhm. Since I won the last bet, I get to pick the kink this time,” she gave him a mischievous wink.

“Hope it’s somethin’ good.”

“It’s…something. Probably bittersweet.”

Kid unwrapped the present with an eager smile that fell flat when he opened the lid. Lifting the object out, he inspected the steel cage with trepidation.

“Is this what you asked me to measure my dick for?!”

“Yep!”

“Noooooooooooo please tell me its April fools.”

“It’s Friday the 13th, in October. I won the bet in July. We’ve got a big afternoon ahead of us, go slip it on.”

“UGH why!?”

“It’s part of my fantasy. I don’t bitch when we do what you want to do.”

“I’m having a really bad day already,” he whined.

“You can put it on now in your human form. Or if you keep pouting, I’ll have you wear it in your other form.”

Kid froze. He officially pushed her buttons. Granted, she always allowed him a shit-ton of leeway when he acted out, trying to change her mind to something he wanted to do, but after two and a half years of dating and finally sharing his true heritage with her, she started using his secret as a means to reign him in after too much taking and not enough giving in their relationship.

She called it, play bitch games – win bitch prizes. Making him do whatever it is she wanted to do, but instead of bringing her boyfriend along, she brought her best doggo. Him. She swore that she came up with the idea herself but Kid still believed that Killer, Heat, and/or Wire planted the seed to fuck with him.

Well, his middle name is Petulant.

“Bad boy,” her tone low and stern at his bitchy responses.

He shifted into his true form, a Barghest, with the body of a giant, menacing canine with deadly claws and sharp teeth. A true guard dog. With his ears laid back, Kid let out a huff through his jowls. His coat a gorgeous brindle pattern of black, gold, and red, with a thick mohawk like strip of deep red fur running from between his ears down his spine. His tail fluffy and coarse, hurt like a motherfucker if he whipped you with it. Kid’s eyes maintained their natural amber glow with flecks of orange in the irises.

“How do you plan on explaining a chastity cage on your dog?” Kid growled.

“Who’s gonna notice?” she pulled out a pirate costume from the closet.

His hackles rose, “You planned this didn’t you?” a pissed off bark escaped his jaws.

“Nope. I just know you very well. I kept the receipt to return it if you had shown a crumb of compromise. I picked this horror maze bar crawl because I thought you would think it was cool and have fun. Why do you make this harder than it needs to be?”

Kid hung his head, letting out a short whine that was so high pitched Y/N almost didn’t register it. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to feel the cold metal on my dick.”

“Sorry Tulip, this was custom ordered cause I didn’t think you’d like the other styles.”

“If I wear the cage in my human form do I still need to wear a costume?”

“Ahh yeah, people who dress up can get a round of free shots.”

“Just one round?” he complained. “Ugh what’s my fuckin costume? Wait, what’s your costume?”

“One round per establishment. Limit is 6 though and you get stamped for counting purposes – ANYWAYS – with you as a dog pirate, I’m going as millennial mermaid Princess Ariel,” she twirled on her feet, sparkly purple nail polish on her toes and fingernails. “If you’re in human form, we’ll go as millennial Hercules and Megara!”

“…I’d rather be a monster than a fucking hero.”

Y/N blushed, “That shouldn’t sound as hot as it does when you look like this. Let’s put this on and head to the place.”

As they toured the drink stands and food booths, Kid’s tail twitched every time he felt the lock on his cage swing and glide against the metal. He wasn’t pleased with how sensitive his body already felt with the stupid thing on. It felt snug, especially with the black and yellow patterned shorts Y/N had buttoned him in. Feeling annoyed as hell at the Velcro strapped, fluffy maroon pirate coat that was draped over his back, but short enough to not drag on the ground behind him and didn’t cover all of his mohawk mane. There was an additional Velcro strap that hung off to the side of his flank, two lightweight plushies mimicking a gun and sword to his pirate costume.

A thick, black leather collar with spiky studs was belted around his neck. Two light blue steel tags with yellow rubber trims hung from the collar: his rabies vaccination and his girlfriend’s number to call if he was ever lost; Killer’s number was on the opposite side. A gift from her on their two year anniversary. He swore up and down he hated it, but more often than not, he enjoyed wearing it during sex. Or strapping it over Y/N’s neck.

The memories made him tingle, letting out a low grumble as he felt the first of many waves of arousal as the night wore on. He understood why Y/N chose the outfit she did – casual enough to get away without looking overzealous of the festive month, and flirty enough to do the things she was intentionally doing to fluster him during the date.

It was when Y/N said, “If only you were in your human form, you could be groping me under the table or in between the alleyways and dead end zones,” that Kid’s patience broke and he pulled on his leash.

“Time to go,” he snapped, grabbing the chain leash with his jaw and yanked Y/N behind him. She stumbled in her step as she threw her change in the tip jar, downed her final shot, and grabbed her remaining cup.

“NO PULLING TULIP!”

Kid’s rabid barking could be heard throughout the maze arena.

Y/N’s shoulder was sore by the time they made it back to her home. Unlocking her door, Kid towered over her standing on his hind legs, pushing her through the door. He pinned her to the ground as he kicked the door close, drool falling from his jowl as his eyes looked red and incensed.

“TAKE. IT. OFF.”

With trembling fingers, Y/N unbuttoned the shorts. As they fell away, her eyes zeroed in on the strain behind the cage. Even in dog form, he was intimidating to look at – everywhere. The cage was doing its job perfectly, an angry looking member restrained in its confines.

“No. You didn’t have to drag me home. My shoulder hurts.”

“Y/N,” he warned.

“You’re not in charge tonight Kid. I am. That was the bet. What happened to Eustass Kid keeps his word?”

His body still pinned her down, but he leaned back a little bit to give him space to transform. As his body changed, his costume ripped apart at the seams, falling to either side of him. His bulging muscles were littered with scraps of thread and strips of fabric as his body heaved from how angry he was. Completely naked over her, his hands roughly palmed her body before settling over her shoulder.

Then, with a delicate touch, he began kneading the muscle around the sore area. Using his fingers to help reduce stiffness, gently moving her arm in stretching motions to loosen her muscles up from all the restraining she had attempted to enforce on him. It had been kinda cute, in the moment, only he couldn’t see it through the red he saw. Didn’t really comprehend the pain he was inflicting in his hurry to drag her home.

Her home: where he kept a bag of toiletries, books, an extra tool set, and had recently purchased a small dresser to hold more of his clothes in her room for his extended sleepovers. The latest record being 15 consecutive days. Her home plus him. Maybe their home…one day…

Nah.

He’d build them a palace from the ground up before he’d let them settle in this tiny shed.

Finishing the impromptu massage, Kid pressed his matte painted lips against her neck, slowly kissing up and down her flesh. Lingering every time goosebumps broke out on her skin. Her hands clutched his face and brought him down to her face, kissing him with fiery passion. They made out until they were panting, lipstick smeared across faces, Y/N’s neck littered with small, shallow hickies.

“I’m ready to play a game,” Y/N gasped.

“Which one, doll?”

“The coin toss.”

He grinned, “Sounds fair to me.”

The rules were simple: the reward for calling heads was 5 minutes of head, if tails came up the punishment was the belt had to stay on as Y/N masturbated and he could only watch; the reward for calling tails was one orgasm, and if heads came up, the punishment was edging for 15 minutes, with the cage on.

He won head twice in a row before his time was called, shutting down his ejaculation that was 2 seconds shy of shooting down her throat. The torture of watching Y/N swirl her clit with a vibrator her made her had his balls aching dully.

Then the edging came. Kid laid on his back with a pinched face as he tried with all his might to will his orgasm to come out even with the restraint. Y/N’s slick pussy drooled over the cage, soaking his sensitive skin, making him throb painfully. She slid back and forth on the cage as the edge of the lock pressed against her clit making her cry out as she came again. Kid could feel the pulsing of her core even through the barrier of the steel and he almost wept.

He had the strength to rip it off if he really wanted to. But he was weak for his sweetheart and caved in to her desires. Would do so more often to avoid the calculated torture she was putting him through. Next time just go to the stupid event, he berated himself mentally. The phone timer went off and Kid let out a shaky sigh of relief, tears rolling from the outer edge of his eyes, his eyeliner smudged and leaking with the tears.

“You’re turn to flip, big guy.”

Kid flipped the coin and Y/N caught it.

“I’ll get the key,” she smirked and got up, but not before sliding her pussy over Kid’s face leaving a mess of slick around his mouth and nose, which he eagerly lapped up.

He laid in his position until she came back, gently unlocking the cage. As soon as the two sides left his heated skin and his cock was free to fully swell until it was as hard as the steel that confined him, he flipped Y/N to be under him.

“Let me in,” he husked, prodding his tip between her folds. Bottoming out in one thrust the second she gasped approval.

He jackhammered inside her, eager and feral to release deep inside. She let out incoherent yelps as his hips smacked against the back of her thighs as he hoisted her up by her ass. Curling over her, pushing her legs back into a mating press, balls heavily slapping her ass as they tightened.

Y/N wailed as the position stoked her final orgasm. Clamping down on his cock, Kid’s thrusts became sloppy as he panted and moaned, fucking her through hers before he allowed himself to cum. The final tremors and twitches subsided and he let out a snarl, digging his nails into her arms as he stroked himself with her gummy walls, cumming deep and hard. A creamy ring formed on his cock as he slowed his pumping, finally spent. Instead of pulling out, he clutched his girlfriend to his chest and rolled them over, keeping his cock warm as he rubbed her arms to soothe the crescent shaped dents he made in her skin.

“Hmmm…” he grumbled tiredly as he tucked Y/N over his chest, kissing the top of her head. “Y’know…oddly enough, my bad luck suddenly went away today.”

“Oh yeah? When?”

His painted nails stroked her hair as he thought about how much fun she had, even with him in his monstrous form. “When I was hanging out with you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Awww,” she cooed, shifting to move up his torso, giving his shoulder a light bite, “I love you too Kid.”

14 tiles to go, 35 calls made so far.

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Practice || Van Palmer Part 1

Guys went a little crazy and I think this will be well over 3k words so I'm gonna split it in two parts- also I swear I don't hate Jackie- she's just such an easy villain.

dialog prompts:

"Hold my hand" "Absolutely not" "We should kiss, for like practice" "I've liked you since you hit me with a rock at recess in 1st grade." "fuck you"

Characters: Van x Reader, the whole team

Word count: 1568

You had known Van since kindgerraden. You two had been table mates and caused the teacher so many headaches that she moved you to opposite sides of the classroom, which of course only made you two more disruptive. By some miracle, or curse depending on who you asked, The two of you had been in all the same classes leading up to high school, where you still ended up having a good amount together.

She had wanted to be a goalie in soccer so you had to join too, obviously. JV freshman year introduced you to the rest of your high school friend group. Everyone got along as well as you could expect for a small-town soccer team. Although there was definitely still the fair share of petty arguments and drama. 

“Come on guys, focus!” Jackie yelled in her normal peppy voice across the field. You grumbled, doing your best not to glare at her. 

This practice had fallen apart almost as soon as it started. Jackie and Tai had gotten into yet another screaming match in the locker room, splitting the team up and leaving tension hanging over all of you. 

You tried another play, which ended in Natalie completely knocking down Shanua- starting another yelling match. 

You stood with a hand on your hip. Waiting for Coach Ben to call it for the day. 

“Nice Ass lady” Van whispered as she approached you from behind before breaking into a chuckle.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You smirked over your shoulder and winked at her, causing her to fan herself with her hand. “How long do you think before practice is called?” 

The redhead tapped her chin pretending to think, “I’ll give it two more minutes- either Coach calls it or Tai decks Jackie out cold.” 

You let out a snort, “If Tai takes Jackie- Shauna will be on her before she had the chance to run.” 

“I’d pay to see that.” 

“I’m sure you would.” 

She gave you a cheeky grin. 

Sure enough within 2 minutes Coach called it, telling everyone to take the rest of the day and the weekend to cool off. 

~ 

“So… Natalie, did you mean to knock down Shauna or was it just a stellar accident?” Van asked Natalie before taking a drag of the joint between her fingers.   

This was a semi-normal occurrence. Nat, Van, Lottie and you hitting a joint behind the school before leaving practice. 

“Can I plead the fifth?” You laughed as Van passed you the joint. “Besides- I barely tapped her.” 

You let out a puff of smoke before speaking up again, “Well if we’re still going to that party tonight you better watch out for Jackie's wrath.” 

Lottie giggled, “I don't think she even knows how to throw a punch.” 

Natalie finished off the joint before flicking it to the ground and stomping it into the ground with her boot. “Guess we’ll have to find out” She gave her most daring grin.

~

You went home to change and get ready, opting to waste most of your time laying on your bed zoning out to the radio. At 9:30 you went outside to wait for Kevyn to pull up. The major perk of whatever the fuck he had going with Natalie meant you all had a ride to every party. 

Sure enough, he pulled up in his semi-shitty car (not that you were one to judge) with Natalie, Van, and Lottie already loaded in. You smooshed into the back seat next to Van who like usual wore an oversized T-Shirt under her jean jacket and tan pants. 

As small town trashy as it was, most parties were either held at a few designated houses or, more often, in the woods about two miles from the school. Kevyn pulled up and parked with all the other cars, letting all of you get out. “If you want rides back I’ll only ask you once before I leave.” Kevyn locked his car before wrapping an arm around Natalie's shoulders and heading towards the bonfire. 

Lottie made a gagging sound next to you, “I just don’t get what she sees in him.” 

“I hear ya Lot. But to be fair I feel that about all her boy toys.” Van added.

You shrugged, noncommittally and started towards a keg, “I don’t know about you guys but I need a drink.” 

Lottie spotted some people from her classes and left to catch up with them, leaving you and Van alone. 

It’s not that parties weren't for you per se, but Van didn’t much care for them. She’d rather be at your place getting high and watching old VHSs than be surrounded by fellow students after what was already required for school. 

You two tended to stay off to the side, making fun of the drunk kids and freshmen who really weren’t ready to be here yet. 

You were sitting on one of the log benches, resting your head on Van’s shoulder, laughing at the stupid commentary she was providing before you heard Jackies yell ring out over the noise, “What’d you say Bitch?” You stood up from your spot, rushing towards the scene, Van hot on your heels. Jackie was pushing Natalie away from her, Kevyn trying (not well) to hold Natalie back. 

“I said, you’re a stuck-up cunt.” Natalie spat at her. 

You smacked your forehead as Van grumbled next to you, “Seriously Nat? Not helpful.” 

The two of you weren’t the only partygoers who had come to see the commotion. A circle had formed around the two. “You need to watch yourself, so you don’t end up like your trailer trash parents.” 

You could feel Van tense next to you before she jumped between them, “Okay- That’s enough, yellowjackets meeting. Right now.” 

Natalie had a fire in her eyes, Jackie's cruelty, and Van's one of disappointment. Natalie huffed but followed Van, prompting you, Lottie, Shauna, and Jackie to follow. You hadn’t seen Tai all night and assumed she probably didn’t show up to avoid being around Jackie and Shauna. 

Once you were all a small distance away from the rest of the party Van stopped and clapped her hands together, “alright- let’s talk this shit out before the ally incident from last season repeats itself.” 

“There’s really nothing to say other than the apology Natalie owes me.” Jackie started, earning the start of more yelling. 

“Hey!” Van yells over the others, “Jackie- you and Tai agreed to move on so now do it.” She rubs down her face with your head, obviously tired of this shit. “Why don’t we do what we did last year before nationals? Do the camp thing where we all have to say something nice about each other.” 

As the others protested you moved forward in front of Jackie, “Come on guys- it helped us last time! Let’s try it.” You gave Van a look, trying to show her you were doing your best. 

Nat rolled her eyes but nevertheless turned to Shauna and plastered on a smile. 

You looked back to Jackie, she seemed apprehensive. You two weren’t really close, but you were civil and had nothing personally against her. She was just very sheltered compared to Van, Nat, Lottie, and you. And you assumed Shauna but you weren’t really sure. 

“Jackie…. I think you’re a great leader.” Okay, you had to be better than that, “The way you can rally the team is impressive…. And I really love your style.”

Better right?

Sure enough, she smiled and thanked you before returning the favor.  

You and Van had each other last, which was definitely for the best because you were crossed enough that there was no way you could stay serious with her. 

She stepped in front of you and smirked, “(y/n), I've liked you since you hit me with a rock at recess in 1st grade." 

"fuck you"

She barked out a laugh and lightly hit your arm, “What? It’s true!” 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, “ First of all it was an accident, Secondly I barely hit you, you were just dramatic.” 

“Mmmm, that's what you wanted Mrs. Todd to think.” 

You shook your head but couldn't help from joining in her laughter. Her laughter was contagious you swear to god. 

“Okay okay, my turn. Tell me how great I am.” 

You tapped your chin, pretending to think, “I don’t know? Maybe your rugged good looks? Your amazing sense of humor? Your seemingly unlimited supply of weed? There’s just so much to pick from. Wait I know, I love that you’re the most fucking outstanding, compassionate, beautiful person I’ve ever met.” 

It had been meant to be light-hearted, and it was. But now that the words were hanging in the air they felt a lot heavier, like more of the truth than you had intended had sneaked in. 

Both of you had fallen into a delicate silence, the rest of the team and party fading into the background. She was still smiling, more earnestly than you had seen in a long time. “Thank you.”

You give her a half smile, “It’s just the truth.” 

Natalie wrapped her arms around both of you, missing the fact that she was interrupting a private moment, “Palmer, you never cease to amaze me. Jackie actually apologized.” 

Van smiled, “that’s great.” It came out strained and you tried not to cringe.

[heelwriting]

For the good of the company

Day/Prompt: Day 8 - "Either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets."

Fandom/Character(s): NJPW / Wrestling / Gabe Kidd x F!Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Wordcount: 686

Summary: Gabe and reader aren't fond of each other and find themselves in a "there was only one bed" scenario

@12daysofchristmas

A/N: There are words misspelled on purposide to recreate Gabes british accent

Every time there was a joint show with NJPW somehow things went sour, maybe her gear got stolen or sent to another city, maybe her match time was shortened as if having only 1 women’s match on the card was enough for a big company like NJPW.

But this time somehow became the worst, the hotel had double booked her room, she was told there was a person already signed in but they made him come down to see if they could arrange something since the hotel was fully booked since it was holiday time and tourists where flooding the hotel.

She let out a hiss as soon as she saw his blond hair walk into the lobby.

“Nah, ya ain’t getting MY room”

He immediately started a fight with her but she wasn’t baking down.

“The fact that I booked this before you means I should be the sole owner, pack your bags Gabriel that is MY room”

He got in her face and laughed.

“Ya can take your fucking bag and sleep somewhere else”

Gabe was feeling the winner in the situation when she pulled out her keys, he looked at her and then at the keys, he tried to take them from her hand but she was faster than him and pulled them back on her jacket pocket, she turned around with her luggage and went to the elevator, after a few seconds Gabriel followed her in, he was mad.

“The bed is already mine, but ya can take the floor”

He said while they were still in the elevator, she ignored him and walked out.

“I bet there’s space for the both of us on the bed”

Gabriel smiled watching her face shift to disappointment, there was a single bed, technically only one person could fit there.

“You’re the man, sleep on the floor”

She says after coming back from a shower, Gabriel had taken all the space on the bed.

“No, please be my guest and you take the cold floor cuz I ain’t taking it, that shit is cold”

She had her arms crossed.

“Can you stop acting like a child and let me take half of the bed?”

“Don’t you have friends you can call to sleep over or somethin?”

“No, we are in the show tomorrow and I need to sleep too, it’s for the good of both company’s stop being such an asshole? Just for one night at least”

Gabriel rolled his eyes still mad at the situation and her, but he realized there wasn’t much either could do, they were stuck in a shitty situation thanks to the hotel and it wasn’t her fault so maybe he could be comprehensive for once.

“Fine”

He rolled over and let her have a small part of the bed, as soon as she got in bed she pulled the covers but Gabriel tried to pull them back to his side and that became a game of pull over the dominance of the blankets.

 “If ya keep hugging the blankets you’ll end up on the floor”

He threatened her which only resulted in her yelling at him.

"Either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets!"

She covered her face realizing what she accidentally had said, Gabe looked at her with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“I didn’t mean it”

She tried to reason with him.

“Of course not, so… you want to cuddle?”

He looked at her with a knowing look on his face, as if every woman around him wanted to sleep with him.

“I’m cold, ok? I need the covers”

She explained a little embarrassed of what she said.

“Yeah, I get it, I’m cold too”

They looked at each other for a few seconds as if trying to figure out what the other was thinking.

“Well?”

She asked.

“Should we cuddle?”

Gabe asked her. It was the least threatening he sounded all night and she had to accept the offer especially because there weren’t any other blankets.

She took a deep breath.

“Nobody can know about this Gabriel, I have a good reputation”

[lawsvalentine]

Working in Fast Food • Monster Trio HC• (SFW)

Modern!au

CW: Cursing, crack

Cee’s note: This was random asf sgdjdn but I have so much horror stories from working in fast food from my experience with customers and working with coworkers . So i thought why not have the Monster Trio share my pain 😌. I had a lot of fun writing this, so hope y’all enjoy 💓

Luffy

This boy is ALWAYS eating

Doesn’t matter if he’s in front of customers, he will EAT

Gets kicked out of the kitchen often because he keeps eating the customer’s orders

Has tried every item on the menu. Every. Single. One

Since he has tried everything on the menu, he started creating his own concoctions out of boredom

I’m talking the most diabolical combinations you’ve ever seen and this man will look you dead in the face and say it is good

“What….the HELL…is that???”

“Oh this? Hehehe this is my newest masterpiece! They should put this on the menu”

“You trying to kill somebody?”

“Huh?”

“Luffy, that is a heart attack on a bun! Please spit that out”

“Hehehe but it’s so good Y/N, here taste it”

“GET THAT AWAY-“

Absolutely HATES being the cashier

He is not very good with handling money.

Counting not being a strong point for him, he ends up making lots of mistakes on cash

A customer almost threw hands because he gave them a 5$ in change when it was supposed to be a 20$ sgdjdn

Loves his job mostly bc of the food

Zoro

This man is always late asf to work

Most times it’s 5-10 minutes late but sometimes it will be whole HOURS

One time construction was being done on his usual route to work and he got lost asf and practically missed his whole shift

“I’M HERE!”

“Zoro, we closed ten minutes ago”

“FUCK!”

Only works day shifts bc he once fell asleep while working a night shift

Is oddly really good at being a cashier bc he is like a closeted math wiz

Like he will know a customer’s exact total before the register does shdjdj

Rarely gets rude customer’s because of how big and intimidating he looks

One customer tried to complain and almost shit himself when Zoro glared at him sgdhdj

Gets lots of attention from female customers but is completely oblivious to it

Hates his job but needs it unfortunately

Sanji

Takes his job WAY too seriously

Like this man acts like this shitty fast food joint is a fine dining restaurant

But highkey the best cook in the restaurant

The food always comes out BUSSIN when he’s behind the grill

Burgers extra juicy and fries extra crunchy 👌🏽

Has gotten in trouble for being too flirty with the female workers

Always making special meals for the female coworkers with or without requests

Sadly, not the same for the male coworkers

“Ladies only, Jackass”

Is never the cashier, because he scared away too many female customers with his outbursts that one time shddjj

“Hello, I’ll have the-“

“YOU CAN HAVE THE ENTIRE MENU FREE OF CHARGE, MY DARLING! ANYTHING YOU DESIRE MY LOVE AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE IT! OH HOW BLESSED I AM TO BE IN THE PRESENCE OF SUCH BEAUTY!”

Absolutely hates how much food gets wasted at the end of the night

Will secretly take the leftover food and give it to the needy on his way home from work

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(Authors note: sooooo i was gonna do more characters, but that would make this really long so might do a part 2 with other OP characters 👀)

[littlecinnamonroll]

Fight Fire with Fire

hi hi bugs! sooo fun story- i was planning on waking up and finishing my last two classes of homework due tonight, BUT, instead, i woke up and had to write this!! it's been in my head for a while and i finally had the urge to just write it wooooooo! i really hope you enjoy! i'm soft for nemi

ft. Sanemi Shinazugawa, fem!reader, fluff, lots of CURSING!!

There was never a dull moment with Sanemi Shinazugawa. Even as you sat before the shirtless man, roughly wiping the dried blood from under his nose, he looked ready to burst.

Upon your first meeting, you learned immediately how harshly Sanemi fought with fire, small disagreements blowing up into arguments in a matter of seconds. You being a Hashira lessened his blows on you as there was a mutual respect for one another based on your positions, but it still didn’t save you from the sharpness of his tongue. It’s easier to push people away than lose them — or, at least, the Wind Pillar swore by that.

“I thought you were dead,” you huffed, tipping his chin slightly upwards to get a better angle on the blood.

“Obviously I’m not fucking dead,” he growled, fingers tightening on the hilt of his sword, the sharpening he’d been adamant on finishing today long forgotten.

You snorted a laugh, rolling your eyes at his bitter sarcasm. “Really? I couldn’t tell.”

A snarl twisted across his face, eye twitching at the fact that you didn’t, rather wouldn’t, take his bullshit. “You brat. Why are you even here? You spent the last few months making my life a living hell.” Despite the stabbing nature of his tone, you were quick to notice how his breath hitched when you cupped his cheek to steady his face, working vigorously to stop his bloody nose.

Glancing up at him, you pursed your lips. “Oh please. Don’t act like you didn’t give it right back to me, after starting it.”

“Yeah, but I never broke your goddamn door down!”

“Shitty ass door if you ask me.” You smirked, his eye twitched.

Now, Sanemi knew you weren’t the type to just break down doors — that was more his style — but he also knew your strength and resolute willpower. If a door was in your way, the door would be gone in a matter of moments. Plus, it was his fault that his crow played telephone and rumored Sanemi to be so injured, saying he only had minutes left to live! It wasn’t your fault you cared for the grumpy asshole! You held a special place in his heart too.

“I never should have been nice to you,” he seethed, “you’re a leech.” Sucking a sharp breath in as you moved away from his face and to his purpling knuckles, Sanemi couldn’t help but stare.

You’re hair was a bit messy, a slight tremble to your fingers as you took his bruised hands into your own. Sanemi would never tell you he beat someone up who cursed your family’s name; he’d never tell you that a pride swelled in his chest when he learned you rejected that same man; he’d especially never tell you that the man landed a few painful punches on the Wind Pillar before the Hashira left him a battered mess, taking out the rest of his steam on a tree in his backyard.

“Oh…” you murmured, your brows synching together: his hands must be in so much pain. Clearing your throat, you clicked your tongue — there was no way in hell you’d let Sanemi jab at you without dishing it back. “Such a gentleman, thank you for that one, Shinazugawa-Sama.”

Shinazugawa-Sama? Shinazugawa-Sama? Your tongue caressed his name in a silky tune, the honorific title you’d dubbed him with making his heart pound. His ears flushed red, cheeks dusting a light pink. “Shut up,” he barked, “you’re being annoying.”

“Mhm, totally.” You pulled the bowl of cool water onto your lap, gently placing Sanemi’s hand inside. Hopefully, the chill would help soothe the aching joints in his fingers, your body shivering slightly as you stared at his destroyed knuckles. “Why are you so beaten up?”

“Oh my fucking god,” he snapped at your lack of being quiet, your lips quirking into a playful grin as his face reddened more.

Packing a piece of cotton into one of his nostrils, the blood beginning to trickle down again, you moved Sanemi’s other hand into the bowl. “So—"

“Shut up,” he interjected.

“No.” You tugged on his ear, squinting. “Why’d you send out that crow?”

His…crow? Sanemi didn’t recall sending out a crow; he’d been in town to get a gift for Genya’s birthday when he heard that man insult you. Oh, how that made his blood boil. The moment Sanemi set eyes on the gentleman, jealousy crept into his mind: his face was scarless, hair well-kept, the nearby Dojo uniform and midnight-colored belt signifying his strength. It was hard to look on the stranger favorably when he’d flaunted how you someone like you wasn’t worth his time. Did he even know who he was talking about? You? The most beautiful, charismatic, fun-loving, tough soul Sanemi Shinazugawa had ever come to meet? He was insulting you?! His crow had been nearby when he knocked the man out, but everything there on became foggy.

That little shit. Sanemi’s jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. “Stupid bird,” he cursed. “I sent it out 'cause I could.”

He lied through his teeth, that you knew. As if you couldn’t roll your eyes any harder, you sighed. “Ass excuse. Why’d you really send that crow out?”

The Wind Pillar huffed in annoyance, his muscular chest rising with each breath, a grumbled muttering leaving his lips soon after. When you questioned his mumbling, he pinched the tip of your nose with a scowl. “The fuck is wrong with you, why are you so nosy today?”

There wasn’t much more you could do than go back to working at his knuckles. The man before you was brash, his gaze intense, his presence intimidating. It took a lot to be this close to Sanemi for extended periods of time, only meaningless jabs that left your lips, never a complaint. “Stop staring at me like that, it’s like you’re in love with me or something and it’s weird,” you shot up at the man, eyes trained intently on cleaning his hands.

“I’m staring because you look like shit.”

“You’re such an ass!” You squeaked, eyes immediately locking onto his.

Oh, he smirked, you’re blushing too. “Yeah, and? You still look like shit.”

In retaliation to his rather gentle insult, you jabbed his stomach and he scoffed a laugh. “Why are you being such a little shit?!”

It was the first time he’d ever seen you truly snap. And though your tone wasn’t mean - albeit a little measly compared to his blunt words - the daily act of keeping up with his insults, giving him his shit right back, and constantly tolerating him, finally seemed to break. When his scowl faltered, your small hands still wrapped gently around his own, he laughed softly. “Because I like you, idiot.”

Your lips twitched slightly at his confession. This couldn’t have been real, right? “Well...then…you’re not actually an ass.” You watched his gaze soften and you smiled softly, clearing your throat, “And you’re kind of nice to be around…” Your thumb gently ran over his knuckles, soft sigh escaping the plush of your lips. “I broke down your door because I was expecting to tell you that you deserve to know you’re not as bad as you make yourself out to be.”

The two of you sat in silence for several moments, one of Sanemi’s hands plopping on top of your head. “That’s what you’d tell me on my deathbed?”

You laughed at his sarcasm, the gentle patting of Sanemi’s hand on your head acting as a stark contrast to his words. You cupped his cheeks as his hand moved back to his lap, a smile decorating your features. “No, I’d tell you I trust you. That I know you’d be the first person there for me if I came running, catching me with open arms. For that, I’d tell you I’m forever grateful.”

Tears pricked at his stormy eyes as he gently removed your hands and got up, walking away. There was no way in hell he’d let you see him cry — you were already lucky enough to witness his bashful side, the light pink staining his cheeks whenever you were around. But tears? That’s an entirely new level of intimate! “Damn brat,” he croaked, “look what you did.”

Humming knowingly to yourself, you stood, a small smile splayed on your face. Sanemi didn’t know how to deal with feelings, you concluded that many months ago, that’s why anger was first for anything. When he was sad, he got defensive; when he happy, he got defensive; when he was scared or embarrassed, he got defensive. He loved you, but love terrified him. You couldn’t blame him, not after what happened in his past, but you sure as hell would continue to stand by him. Don’t run from me, you wanted to call, don’t run from something I feel so ardently too.

But as you went to say goodbye, ready to apologize for his door, Sanemi pivoted, briskly crossing back over to you. One of his muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your body flush against his, his other hand cupping your face, tipping it towards his own. And then, as if his soul was set on fire, his lips crashed into yours, kissing you desperately. The way you melted into him lessened the roughness of his kiss, but the excitement kept it vigorous.

As you pulled away, the both of you absolutely breathless, you smiled up at Sanemi. “Dumbass,” you cursed, laughing. “Coulda’ just asked if I like you too!"

“Well,” he smirked coyly, “do—"

His words were lost in your lips as you pulled him in again, kissing him through a smile, small giggles building your throat. A bully, an asshole, an absolute dick of a person: they were ways Sanemi had all been described, but to you, you knew him as the crazy love of your life.

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[griefabyss69]

THREE!!!!!!!!! OF THEM!!!???

Hello!!! Thank you for asking about this one I'm pretty excited about it! This is a newer WIP - Another steddissy started this year after a conversation with my friend. It's going to be a longer fic, because when I write in Chrissy's POV I'm incapable of keeping it short. This one is already 11K and honestly has just begun LMAO... I'll probably end up breaking it up into two fics because I can see a natural stopping point in the middle of the plot. Her backstory is a little made up in the way that fandom already has taken what little we were given about her and came to it's conclusions. I take the religious trauma of it all a little further, and so while it's not explicit in the text, she is from one of the c*lty sects of christianity, and is at the part of her story/healing where she's making moves to get out of it. Here's a long piece of it bc it's hard enough to decide on what to share!!!: (Contents: allusions to the shitty parts of christianity, rated T for vague horniness, canon levels of drugs)

When Chrissy had become friends with Eddie, she had liked how it seemed like their own private little thing.

Just two people showing each other the craziest stuff they could find from two different worlds - Eddie's were gifts and hers were something Eddie called a blurse, a blessing and a curse.

She had to agree, he gave her proper weed and let her pick through his hidden music collection and let her try on his clothes and -

-tried on her clothes.

And what she gave him in return had been stories, mostly. Things that even deeply into her indoctrination she had known felt weird, wondering if life really was always like that, or at the very least knowing she was never actually going to be what they wanted her to be.

So he cringed and laughed and sometimes got tears in his eyes and didn't even try to hide them and she got to have fun, mostly. Turned on, sometimes, but she thinks that if God didn't want that to happen then he shouldn't have let someone with Eddie's waist try on her cheer skirt.

Anyway, their private little bubble was comfortable and safe and she was trying so hard every day now, to keep the damned thing intact.

It's just that going to the secluded Christian College at the end of town everyday just happened to put her right into Eddie's area, and while everybody else thought she was studying at the library or going for a workout to keep in shape or if they were really out of the loop, on a date with her ex-boyfriend; she was with Eddie.

Yeah, sometimes she studied or did her homework at his place, if reading from the textbook out loud just to watch his smile fall further and further into disgusted horror when she found something really terrible counted as coursework.

Most of the time they shared exactly one joint, sat a respectable amount of inches apart on the couch, and ate whatever new thing he'd been trying out in the trailer's tiny kitchen.

Honestly it made her heart start singing praises that sounded nothing like hymns at all.

The bubble does, eventually, burst.

But it's not her fault, and it's not even Eddie's fault.

Steve Harrington rocks up to the trailer one evening, looking like he bathed in gold as the sun sets behind him, and Eddie's composure crumbles to the ground and rebuilds itself in two quick blinks, all right before her eyes.

Yeah, that has something inside of her withering to hide under a shadow, but it also does something beautiful for her heart anyway. She'd… not known, but maybe hoped, that if Eddie wasn't into her then it'd be because he's gay. Not for her ego or self esteem or anything, being Eddie's friend is like working at a self esteem factory, but because he's just so.

There's just something about him that's outside of everything rigid in her life, and she'd been maybe even too scared to think about it directly, but with how easily he acts around her even when he's being so polite with very particular things, how they can do a little bit of flirting and it's just for fun, even if she thinks way too hard about it later… maybe there's reason for that.

Guys don't just flirt with her and not follow up on it.

So the bubble has burst and Steve Harrington is here, reminding her about the way she also used to get flustered around him, though Eddie's doing a much better version of not letting it to get to him than she'd managed.

Though it wouldn't have been an issue if she'd gotten caught looking too long.

Her breath catches in her throat at the thought of Eddie getting found out and vows to protect him however she can, even though like, she could be reading this whole thing completely wrong.

Eddie protects her though, if not physically then from the first half of her day.

She keeps her eyes off of his bare forearms as he lets Steve in and gives him a familiar spiel, though usually he makes her hide in his room before letting someone in to do a sale. He must trust Steve enough, for some reason.

"Oh, hey! Chrissy, nice to see you," Steve greets her, the stubble on his face adding something extra to his smile that makes her want to put him in a bubble. "You also here for Eddie's… services?"

The way he says it honestly sounds… dirty, and she has to think of Antarctica and keep her breathing slow so she doesn't turn into a human tomato.

If Eddie's services were at all about sex then she'd…

Anyway.

"Sort of," she says, not sure how much Eddie wants him to know, not sure how much she trusts him. "Just a joint."

Steve nods, his smile relaxing into something more genuine at the corners, and it's weird for a second, because the smile before had looked plenty real.

"Nice choice," he says, nodding like he's actually impressed, and that's got to just be for conversation.

"Steve, you wanna stay and smoke with us?" Eddie asks, coming back down the hallway. "I was thinking about ordering a pizza."

Chrissy raises her eyebrows, unable to keep from looking surprised. Today was supposed to be what Eddie said was a perfected recipe day, something he'd been working on and she'd been his audience for.

She'd tried his first attempt and one in the middle, and if he'd improved it anymore since then, she wanted it.

Eddie shoots her a wink - a sorry, thanks for putting up with his bullshit, and a promise to fill her in later all in one.

"That um, honestly sounds good," Steve says, and under Chrissy's scrutiny he looks… just as awkward as Eddie does.

It's like watching seventh graders compliment each other's braces.

She smiles, tosses a piece of hair over her shoulder, and spins to head off down the hall.

"Awesome! I'll be right back," she calls, going into the bathroom so she can try to condense the supernova of what might be affection or even just plain excitement down into three minutes of silent shrieking.

[just-a-floofy-catt]

I took a bit of a break from posting cus im tired as balls atm lmao

But i wanted to atleast chuck something out today so heres the ref/original idea sheet of Avery, my fnaf sb self-insert/oc from a while ago :)

(Ive already kinda shown this b4 but now it just looks nicer)

(And has all the writing stuff below the pic in this post)

Also here's some bonus info on him and his role and all :)

• Hes a trans dude (he/they pronouns) that "is built like a twink and dresses like a femboy" (quote from my friend lmao), and has an extremely ambiguous voice - British accent btw (grew up in the UK, he moved over to his current residence and lives w a roommate who was his online friend).

• Hes can occasionally be a lil bit of a freak behind the scenes XD. Has indulged in alot of fanfiction, draws some questionable stuff for money and also generally can have pretty crude and vulgar humor sometimes lmao.

• Hes pretty creative with a long ass list of hobbies. Loves fashion and costumes, is an artist, avid sewer and just generally loves making things with his hands in his spare time (100% brings his crochet to work XD)

• Has almost crippling anxiety about literally almost everything.

• Hes very polite and tolerates alot of bullshit to avoid conflict, but inside he is 100% raging with the heat of 1000 suns despite the fact hes outwardly shaking enough to be practically vibrating. He will definitely talk shit about the situation to himself in great, excruciating, dramatic detail with alot of angry cursing later and then probably cry about it.

• The boi is a little try-hard that will do their job above minimum effort in order to get praise, or out of fear for getting in trouble.

• Hes typically empathetic to a fault and a straight up (un)qualified therapist.

• Oh, also, hes a raging insomniac.

- First got the job because art commissions were a little slow and, hey, a more reliable source of money at the time wouldnt hurt.

- He was always kinda curious about the place because the scary stories about it were fun to pick apart and he loved the designs of all the animatronics (pft furry).

- He showed up to the interview scared shitless but they hired him almost on the spot, much to his confusion, as he was probably less than entirely qualified for this sort of job.

- From his very first day, he showed up pushing the dress code XD. But, he was indeed wearing the uniform, so he was technically following the rules(THEY COULDNT DO SHIT TO HIM 🥰) (well they could) (but the understaffing issue was more prioritised).

- His coworkers genuinely have no fucking clue how he manages to give enough of a shit to put that much stuff on every morning. The fits are always very over the top, considering all he had to do was put the damn uniform on, but alas, he usually showed up in head to toe accessories and such. It's honestly the best way he can make himself go into work. If he's gonna work a kinda shitty job that doesn't fit his schedule that well and have to do it on barely any sleep, THEN FUCK YEAH HES GONNA DO IT WHILE LOOKIN GOOD. Thats his philosophy on it, atleast XD.

- At first while he settles into the job hes just given shifts in general areas, working joint shifts with more trained security guards or maintenance people or animatronic handlers (those were his favourites. He always got excited like a little kid when getting to see any of the animatronics) to get him used to the place.

Fazbear ent. Was clearly desperate for employees as they were almost always understaffed, but it seemed that they weren't willing to give many employees a strict job role. Rather, expecting them to be a jack of all trades as to try and fix that little issue.

This also happened to apply to Avery, explaining why he was given such oddly scattered and different jobs to settle him in.

- Even as he did start becoming independent, this didnt much change.

One night he could be watching security cameras in the office, the next he could be counting stock at a gift shop, the next he could be helping out with minor maintenance tasks on the robots (despite his ZERO FUCKING KNOWLEDGE ON THEM. Great job there Faz.Ent. Oh well. As time went on he did get atleast a little accustomed to it and managed not to electrically fry his no-robotics-degree-having ass. And he also gained a bestie in the Parts and Services Department, so that was pretty helpful too).

Shit was pretty damn good.

- Thats when they 'suddenly' decide that daycare security is necessary. Something about parents becoming increasingly weary of the odd 'Daycare Attendant' animatronic.

With Avery being their newest hire and most likely to agree to take the position, he immediately gets targeted.

- Now, Avery isnt fond of kids.

Theyre annoying little shits.

So the second he hears 'daycare' hes like "fuck no".

Not to mention that his uh... 'look' (that management had still protested until eventually giving up) would probably set off some entitled mothers or something, and he'd rather not have parents screaming in his face about it.

- Alas, hes eventually convinced into it, under the condition that he gets to stay behind the security desk and not be bothered at all.

- Theyve had security there before, after a few... incidents... but it seemed like they were putting him on a more long term intended job.

- Turns out, from what he can gather from coworkers, a few people have been assigned to the daycare in the past for multiple different roles, but noone really enjoyed it and everyone avoided the place as much as possible. Sun just generally freaked everyone out with that weird... desperation he always had (which was definitely a part of what the parents had also been complaining about) and Moon just scared them all shitless, with the night security guards always looking over their shoulder in hopes of not crossing patrol with him. Noone really downright hated them, some even felt sympathy, but most were just too unsettled to interact with them.

- Avery, being a bit of a pussy, is even further put off from the job by these sentiments.

However, he perseveres and dresses his best to try and convince himself that itd be fine (aka, that if he died atleast hed die pretty).

- The daycare actually had its own themed uniform alongside the plain guard uniform, as did alot of other places in the pizzaplex. However, since the employees were given a choice, basically everyone chose to not don the more whimsical fits, and instead just use their badge to show the specific job or branch they were supposed to be legally assigned to.

- Avery, on the other hand, fucking lived for that shit. XD

Styled it like a girlboss and walked into work at exactly 6.30am, 30 minutes before the daycare opened, prepared to look perfectly the part for his job.

- When he walked into the daycare (he avoided the slide... hm.. maybe if he ever has a night shift here....) and the lights were already on and bright enough to blind a bitch.

Oh well, their electric bill, not his problem.

- He immediately settled behind the desk, planning to keep his ass planted there for the next few hours with one earbud in, hidden under his hair, as he would halfheartedly watch the kids.

But...

Something felt off.

Really fucking weird.

He was definitely being *watched*.

Observed.

Ugh, creepy.

He ignored it, blaming it on lack of sleep.

And thats about as far as i got plan wise for his lil plotline XD

Yippee